#antidivarps

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“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?” // “Are you trying to turn me on?” // “You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.” (Fiona x Daniella)

“Why do you always call me when I’m on a date?” 

"Oh, were you on a date?" Daniella asked, playing dumb. Truthfully, she'd known Fiona was on a date with Paige. It was all she'd been able to think about. Because she was bored. And she wouldn't have been bored if her best friend was actually there to hang out with. But no, she was on a fucking date. "Sorry, I didn't know! But, hey, why did you pick up? Is it not going well? Should I lie and say there's an emergency so you can leave?" She knew was acting like a brat now, but she couldn't help it. For some reason, Paige really bothered Daniella lately. Fiona could do better, that was all Daniella was thinking. "Can you at least bring me home food from whatever restaurant you go to?" she sighed in defeat, proving that not only had she known Fiona was on a date, she'd known that the plans had been for dinner. "You know what I like."

“Are you trying to turn me on?” 

Daniella giggled, feigning innocence even as she continued to rub her hands lower and lower down Fiona's back. "Of course not," she blatantly lied, her hands slipping around to her stomach, her fingers splayed across her abs. She kissed her shoulder. "I'm just trying to help you relax. That's what a massage is for, right?" Her hands moved upwards, until her fingers brushed across the front of Fiona's bra. She kissed her again, this time moving up to her neck. "Why?" she whispered into her ear. "Are you turned on?"

“You can share my jacket with me, since you’re shivering.” 

Usually, Daniella might object. She wouldn't want to take Fiona's jacket from her if she was cold, too. But, she really was shivering. It turned out that not bringing a jacket of her own had been a mistake. She'd made a choice for the sake of fashion and it bit her in the ass. "Thank God for you," she said as she moved in closer to Fiona, who was much smarter than Daniella was. She'd brought a big, puffy coat that was thankfully big enough to wrap them both in. It was a tight squeeze, admittedly, but Daniella didn't mind. Fiona's body heat was even nicer than the jacket itself. She wrapped both arms around Fiona's waist, holding onto her. 

[michellerps]

“i might kiss you.” (Fiona x Daniella)

Daniella sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, her gaze intensely focused on Fiona’s own lips. She'd only had two glasses of wine that night, yet somehow felt drunker than she actually was. She was aware enough to know Fiona was why. Something about having her back against the wall, Fiona pressed against her and pinning her there was making Daniella's head spin. "You might?" she repeated in question, quirking an eyebrow. "Don't tease me and get my hopes up for nothing..." Her hands fell on Fiona's waist, grasping at her and pulling her closer. "Kiss me."

[michellerps]

"This is becoming too routine for me." / "I never said you'd be easy." / "It could be lethal, sleeping with a friend." (Kyle/Kaelyn)

“This is becoming too routine for me.” 

Kaelyn scoffed, more in mock offense than actual offense. She glanced over at him from the passenger seat. "You mean our weekend routine of driving, wrestling, eating, sleeping in a cheap motel room, then repeating all of that once or twice more isn't doing it for you anymore?" she asked, sarcastically. "I'm a bit offended. I love our routine." She tossed her phone into her lap, turning her body to face him as much as she could with her seatbelt around her chest. "Seriously, what do you wanna do?" she asked. "I'm down for some spontaneity. As long as you include me in these plans and we don't like, die or anything, I'll do anything with ya, mate."

“I never said you’d be easy.“ 

"You implied it," Kaelyn retorted with a finger pointed in Kyle's direction. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and straightened her back. It was game time. If Kyle thought she'd be easy to beat just because she was notoriously awful at any type of card or board games, he had another thing coming. She was about to kick his ass in this game of Guess Who. "Pick your person and come on. I'm gonna crush you." 

(She eliminated his person in the first round, losing horribly. He guessed hers correctly. She wasn't happy.)

“It could be lethal, sleeping with a friend.” 

Kaelyn nodded in response, decidedly too eager. She took a moment to make sure her voice wouldn't sound the same, to make sure she seemed calmer than she felt. "No, no, for sure," she replied, her hands gesturing wildly in agreement. Okay, maybe still no chill. But how could she have this conversation casually? Less than 12 afters after she'd kissed her best friend. She hadn't really wanted to have this conversation at all, hoping that in the midst of other drunken chaos it would somehow have been forgotten. Yet there they were, having this damn conversation. "It was just... an alcohol-fueled mistake," she insisted. "A mistake that we won't make again. That I won't make again." The truth was, she probably wouldn't have kissed him if they'd been sober. It was just a spontaneous, drunk thing that felt right in the moment. But another truth? She'd liked it. Kissing him was exciting and natural and comfortable all at the same time. But it wasn't like she was in love with Kyle. It had just been a good kiss. Hearing him say them sleeping together would be lethal didn't break her heart or anything... 'Lethal' was kind of a harsh word, but whatever. She was fine, because really, she didn't have any feelings for him. Not at all.... "Our friendship comes first," she said, and she meant it. "So I'll keep my pants on if you keep yours on." She laughed awkwardly at her cringey attempt at a joke, then promptly took a step backwards. "I'm going to go get my gear on now, bye!" 

[michellerps]

“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” // “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” // “Cuddle with me.” (Daniella x Fiona)

“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” 

Daniella laughed. She leaned in the doorway of the bathroom, where she'd just come from after slipping into her outfit for their night out, and stared at Fiona who was sat on the bed. "Afraid someone else is gonna try to take me home?" she teased. "As if." All week she'd been looking forward to going out to drink and dance with Fiona, so that was what she was going to do. Daniella really wasn't in the mood to pick another girl up and hook up with her anyway. "I'm going out with you, I'm coming home with you," she told Fiona. With a smirk, she added, "But play your cards right and I'll let you take off this outfit you seem to like so much."

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” 

"I'm don't pout," Daniella insisted, as she sat slumped down in the passenger seat of the car, pouting. "But if I did, and if I was, it has nothing to do with your date." She tried to drop it there, and willed herself to not say anything more. That lasted about ten seconds. "I just think it's funny," she started, sitting up. "That you went out with Paige, of all people. You told me you weren't into her. Literally, an exact quote from your mouth was 'I'm not into screamers'." She shrugged, leaning back in her seat once more and staring out her window, casually. "It's just weird, that's all. Dunno why you dated a girl you don't like."

“Cuddle with me.” 

It had been a long night. Daniella and Fiona were both exhausted from a tag match they'd had together that night. It had been longer than they usually got, and while it'd been a great, fun match, it'd been tiring as well. Then, they had a five hour drive ahead of them. Fiona had drove, but Daniella stayed awake to keep her company. By the time they got to their hotel in the town for the next show, it was nearly six in the morning, and Daniella was about to pass out on her feet. She could barely make it to their room. She wanted to take a bath, like she did after most shows, but it was too late and she was way too tired. She watched as Fiona flopped onto one of the beds, and Daniella was about to crash into her one, completely clothed, shoes still on. She didn't care. But, she couldn't deny Fiona's request. "Gladly," Daniella said, stripping herself of her shoes and shorts so she could comfortably lay down. Fiona's arms wrapping around her made her light up with a smile, the first smile in a few hours, once she got so tired she became a grumpy monster. "Night, night, Fi," she sighed happily, kissing her best friend on the head before dropping her head to the pillow.

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You broke my heart. / I could never hate you for not loving me, anymore, but I hate myself for continuing to love you. (Fiona x Daniella)

You broke my heart. 

Daniella shook her head. No. No... That wasn't supposed to happen. Her intentions had never been to break Fiona's heart. She loved Fiona more than almost everyone else. She was her best friend. "I'm sorry," she told her, for lack of a better response. What did someone say to that? All she could think to do was apologize, and she meant it wholeheartedly. Hurting Fiona, in any way, shape or form, was the worst possible thing she could imagine doing. "I didn't mean to. I thought what we had... I thought we were both happy with it. I didn't think you wanted more. I didn't know."

I could never hate you for not loving me, anymore, but I hate myself for continuing to love you. 

"Don't say that," Daniella said. Her natural instinct was to reach forward and grab Fiona's hand. She'd always done that to comfort her before. But now, it seemed... wrong? Misleading, somehow. She dropped it almost as soon as she'd grabbed it. "I do love you," she said, nearly a whisper. "You're my best friend." She knew that wasn't what Fiona wanted to hear, but again, she had to add the 'best friend' at the end, or else, once again, it could be misleading. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Fiona even more. "Please don't hate yourself. Please." Daniella shook her head. "Especially not because of me, God... I'm a mess, Fi. You can do better than me. You’re the best person I know."

[michellerps]

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up (Brooke x Riley)

Brooke was a little drunk. Okay, more than a little drunk. And Riley was sitting on her hotel bed with her, looking more than a little drunk herself. They'd emptied out both of their mini bars and were now sitting across from each other on Brooke's bed. Brooke didn't know if it was the alcohol talking, or if Riley just looked extra hot that night, but all Brooke wanted to do was lean in and kiss her. She knew that offer wasn't completely off the table. They'd done a lot more than kiss in recent weeks. And while Brooke still didn't know what that meant for herself, she wasn't worrying too much about it. All she knew was that Riley was in her bed, looking hot, and Brooke wanted her. Riley was mid-sentence, in the middle of a story that Brooke had stopped caring about a few minutes ago, and Brooke leaned in, cutting her off with a kiss. When she pulled away, she was laughing. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

[anxiouslywrites]

"Dad, it was just one night in jail. Why are you being such a jerk?"

Dean immediately raised his eyebrows at his daughter. She knew better than to talk to him like that.

“One night in jail? You think this is just about your little stint in jail last night? I’m your father, and I ain’t dumb,”

When Lexie rolled her eyes, Dean rolled them back, sarcastically mocking her.

“You wanna know why I let you stay there last night? Because I’ve been bailing you out of shit that you need to learn from for too long. You been keeping things from me, from us. I always said you could come to me, and you haven’t about anything other than getting you out of trouble,” Lexie scoffed, like she had nothing to prove. And Dean had hoped to keep this to a simple, ‘you fucked up, learn from it’ chat, but now? Now he needed her to know that he knew everything.

“I can smell the pot and beer on you when you think you’ve hidden it so well, I know you have at least three tattoos that you’re hiding from both myself and your mother, and I know for a fact you had a scare last month and didn’t tell us,” Dean spoke, stern and steady, eye contact. 

He loved his daughter, but his daughter had been keeping so many secrets from the both of them, thinking she could keep them from him was a mistake. Dean knew everything that went on in this town. He may have been a cop, but he was a street boy at heart, and he still had his contacts. 

“Why didn’t you tell us, Lexie?”

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۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up (Kaelyn x Kyle)

They didn't say anything the morning after, and Kaelyn didn't know if she was thankful or heartbroken about that. She couldn't tell what Kyle's silence meant. It wouldn't be fair to ready into it considering she wasn't mentioning it either, and it certainly wasn't because it hadn't meant anything to her. She was just scared. Honestly, she wouldn't have spent her final night in California any differently. In the arms of her best friend, the boy she loved, after a beautiful match and a perfect crowd of fans and friends. It was the best possible send off. That didn't make leaving any easier though. She gathered her things, and with Kyle's help, loaded everything into his truck. 

Nothing of substance was said then, or on the ride there, or even when they pulled her bags from the car. Kyle hugged her, and was talking about Florida and alligators and she had to laugh, despite the fact that she was near tears. His whisper in her ear didn't make it easier to not cry, and before she knew it, tears were running down her face. There were multiple reasons why she was crying. His quiet encouragement, his unyielding support that meant more to her than she could ever fully express. She was crying because she'd miss him, because she didn't want to leave him. She was crying because of the sweet thing he said, and because of everything he wasn't saying. It was almost too easy for her to decide he didn't feel the way she did. As much as she loved him and wanted him, if he wasn't going to say anything or make it clear that he felt anything for her, then she wasn't going to take the risk either. Not without some sort of sign. At this point, she'd take anything that gave her an inkling hope. But she didn't think it was coming. 

Kaelyn let him hold her for awhile longer, unsure when the next time she'd be able to hug him again would be, but ultimately, she had to pull away. Her plane wouldn't wait for her. "I should probably-" She went to reach for one of her bags, but Kyle's hand around her wrist stopped her. Her heart started to race.

“Don’t go." Was this going to be it? Was he going to try and make her stay? Because he wanted her there with him? Because he wanted to be with her? She waited for her moment to speak, prepared to ask him what he meant, because if he meant what she thought - what she hoped - he meant, then she would kiss him right then and there. This was the moment she'd been waiting and wishing for, silently, ever since their drunken kiss the night they won the championships. He kept talking, and she wasn't sure if this was his declaration of love or just him being a clingy, emotional best friend (in the best possible way, of course). She wasn't sure, until -

"Keep your heart here. ‘Cause I know mine is leaving on that plane with you.”

In fear that he'd start rambling on again, she only knew one way to shut him up, and she was more than happy to do it. She pushed forward, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his. Him kissing her back answered any remaining questions she might have had. But she knew all she needed to. She had his heart, and he without a doubt had hers. She moved her lips against his, not caring about who might be passing by and looking at them. She was in her own little world with Kyle, and all she could see was him.

She pulled away from the kiss slowly, her nose still bumping against his. "My heart will be wherever you are," she whispered.