#raleigh x avery

[violentinecrl]

The Question - f!Avery x Mc

Warning: there´s smut as always. And this fic is long af, I don't know what got into me.

Rating: Mature

"Write me a jealous Avery fic" said my best friend. So there you go, Avery going nuts over Mc (Evelyn) and Raleigh's (female) fake relationship - choices book "Platinum"

Thank you @tyrilblue for correcting my english again 😂

(@neversleepgaius @choicesficwriterscreations @darlingnikki-prince )

She had seen Evelyn perform quite a few times by now. She had heard her voice, its raw emotion. Seen the way her chest fell and rose as she sang, the way her eyes brightened whenever she was doing what she loved the most - singing. That was one of the things that made her fall in love with that first video of that amazing girl singing.

Avery had heard the screams of the fans whenever they saw her. Had felt like screaming herself, had actually done it. Singing along with the person that made her heart flutter as if it was the end of the world. And yet… that feeling, of seeing her, hearing her was way too powerful to ever go away. The shivers that ran from the back of her neck to the bottom of her back. She could feel her chest tighten, and her hands grip the end of her dress, as her eyes never left Evelyn. A mixture of pride, excitement, and something else growing inside her chest…

Something that had exploded that day at the jacuzzi. She knew she had a role to fulfill, she was a mentor, a singer. A perfect picture, created for the benefit of everybody else, but her own. Her heart had grown used to containing all its emotions, to keeping them to itself and keeping them controlled. But all it took for it to just forget its job, was that dark hair, those dark brown eyes. And now…

There she was.

As Evelyn went to catch that high note that her voice could reach as easily as she could make Avery’s heart speed up, Raleigh smiled, pushing her by the waist, gently kissing the brunette’s neck with a smirk as she got ready to sing her part. The part Avery had sung when Evelyn first showed her that song… “The Question”. That’s what she had called it, smiling at Avery as if hinting to something else, something Avery hadn’t quite caught on.

The crowd went wild, screams could be heard all around, people whistling. The lights of the stage mixing with the light of the moon and the stars, a mix of blues from the sky and Evelyn’s clothing.

“This is what they want… all for show… just for the crowd… I know that”. She did.

She knew that as Raleigh started to sing her part, face so close to Evelyn’s and never breaking the soft eye contact. She knew that, as Evelyn left her microphone forgotten, both mouths close to the same one and sang as one, as if there was love there…  meant for them…

When she came back to herself, Avery noticed she had been singing under her breath. Hiding Raleigh’s voice under her own, singing the parts that had once been hers. But then again, she knew. Raleigh had to be the one performing that song with Evelyn. Their fake relationship had been going great, the fans were eating it up like honey. They wanted more, and what could be better than a romantic live performance? “Me being the one preforming…” Shut up. That was the perfect plan and the fan trying to invade the stage at the very corner was the proof of it. Hank would take care of it, don’t worry.

The last note was approaching, which made Avery forget the stranger to look back at them. Their smiles would have been contagious had she not been feeling the way she was.

Evelyn was stunning, with the widest smile she had ever had on her face, panting from all the high notes that song required, with the stage lights making everything about her shine. Avery felt like a little girl again. She’d always found that expression quite weird. But now she was able to understand it… “Mom, I want that!”, you know? “I really do… want her” she thought.

And now the part she didn’t want to see, and yet, her eyes didn’t move. They locked on Raleigh, as she got closer and closer to Evelyn, hands traveling down to her waist pressing the dark-haired girl closer once again. From where she was standing, she couldn’t see Evelyn’s face. Was she blushing? Did she really want that? Was she enjoying it? Did she wish it was them who were kissing…? Avery felt her breath catch, wanting to look away so bad, but at the same time, wanting to see right through Evelyn, know every single feeling that was going through her mind as she kissed another girl.

Raleigh slightly tilted Evelyn back as she kissed her lips. Numbness. Avery knew the crowd was screaming again but the noise around her was muffled.

She chuckled. Quite the dramatization, wasn’t it? Fiona had specifically asked for that moment, they had talked about it, and still it was punching her gut as if it had come out of the blue. 

Waving goodbye to the crowd, hand in hand, both singers started heading towards the wings of the stage where Avery awaited them. When they came out of view from the public Evelyn ran to Avery, jumping and hugging her tightly, giggling.

“What did you think?!” her face was completely flushed, and the smile she wore on her face could have melted anyone’s heart.

“It- It was amazing! You were perfect as always. The fans love you two together.” The girl answered smiling slightly, looking at both of them. Faking smiles was a thing she had grown used to doing, a skill she had mastered. For the paparazzi, interviewers, for fans when she was not feeling her best…. But when it came to those two… It hurt, having to pretend. 

As if on cue, Fiona appeared, followed by Hank, patting Evelyn and Raleigh on the shoulder.

“You two did great out there!! Give them 5 minutes and you’ll be trending again on twitter!” she said as she grabbed her phone, swiping away “Oh by the way, your date two days ago was genius! How did you think o-“

“OOOOOOKKKK… I’m here to celebrate this amazing show, can we stop talking about their fake relationship for a minute? Please? They barely got off stage”

Seeing her tiredness, Raleigh didn’t hesitate. The brunette put an arm around Avery’s shoulder, bringing her way too close, as they moved deeper inside the backstage.

“Oh come on! We haven’t even started talking about our marriage! You’ll be our maid of honor, right?? And then godmother of our little Evelyns and Raleighs! Just imagine it!”

To that, Evelyn reacted with a chuckle. One thing the singer loved about those two was their friendship. They were almost like siblings, the type that can’t stand each other, but would be miserable if apart. All the bickering and little jokes brightened her day, and she was grateful she had found them, to guide her, to support her and to love. In different ways… But love, nonetheless.

This time though, Avery seemed slightly different. As if she wasn’t enjoying the bickering as much as she usually did. The usual pure and lighthearted smile she wore while around them seemed now forced and tense, her arms were crossed over her chest and her face looking away from Raleigh, pretending to examine the small space around her.  

“Leave the poor girl alone for today” she chuckled, crossing her arm with Avery’s “We’ll talk about our future little demons later”.

Raleigh rolled her eyes playfully, changing her focus to Fiona, who started showing her something on the phone while talking way too fast for Evelyn’s brain to keep up. At the moment she was a bit more concerned with Avery.

Evelyn tried to get her attention by looking at her and holding her arm tighter against her, but the girl had spaced out, a heavy countenance molding her features.

“Avery…” she whispered softly, now standing in front of her to get her full attention as the others walked slightly further away.

And by doing so, it was as if Avery had been pulled out of the trance she had been in just some seconds ago.

This was not like her. All these confusing and conflicting feelings, messing with her mind and making her forget what she was actually there to do. To support Evelyn in this great moment, celebrate with her the show she had delivered to the fans. And yet, there she was, feeling jealous of her best friend. Feeling jealous for a person that wasn’t even hers. No. It had to stop there.

She raised her head higher and forced another smile “Sorry, love! You were saying?”

“Hey, Evelyn, come here” Fiona called out grinning and waving them closer, making the blonde sigh deeply to then exchange some looks with Eve. The older woman seemed way too excited for them to be safe.

“You just seemed like you were spacing out” Evelyn said as they began walking slowly towards the others who kept their attention focused on the phone.

“I’m honestly just tired. Today has been quite stressful for some reason” the girl chuckled, knowing pretty well what the reason was. Her ass had decided to wake up way too jealous for a person who had kissed her once - “But it was amazing seeing you perform. I’m proud of you. Really” That was the only part where her eyes were able to meet Evelyn’s. In fact, there was no way for her to be prouder of the black-haired girl who smiled warmly at those words, taking her hand and squeezing it gently, as a thank you. Those eyes again. Always so true and clear, showing their true feelings, unashamed. It didn’t mean though, that Avery caught all of them. The warmest one. Maybe she could see it wavering there but understanding that only one person had the privilege to actually see it in its truest form, and that that person was her… that part was harder.

They finally reached the other three. Raleigh kept her usual unimpressed expression while Hank and Fiona talked animatedly about whatever was on that damn phone. Once she saw Avery and Evelyn getting closer, she shot them a “Fucking kill me right here” look, so the younger singer intervened “Yes, Fiona?”.

The woman shoved the phone on Eve’s face as quickly as she could. On screen was a tweet with a paparazzi (not a very well payed paparazzi to be on that very specific spot, nooo) pic of her straddling Raleigh in a very public place (a very not planned moment where they were actually talking about how the curry they had eaten had not been a good choice for their fake date, nooo) “Raleigh Carrera and Evelyn Smith finally caught in action?”.

“As I was saying a while ago, I’m so proud of you two! You’re making it look so real, people are going crazy! Keep this up and you might have a surprise!”

“You’re making it look so real”  You know when you get a song stuck in your head? Yeah, this was what was now stuck in Avery’s. The smile she was trying to force was getting heavier and heavier by the second. Seeing Evelyn laugh and act as if it was not a big deal was hurting. But hearing “Raleigh is not that bad of a fake girlfriend” was everything she needed to burst. That little fake happiness bubble exploded.

“I-I gotta go to the bathroom” she tried to smile focusing now on Evelyn, only for a second, before darting away. So quickly and abruptly that even Fiona stopped to look at them, with Hank right by her side getting ready to go after the singer. But Raleigh stopped him gently, approaching Evelyn with a frown of concern.

“What was that?” she questioned, immediately helping Evelyn out of her mic gear.

“I don’t know… but I’ll find out. You three can go without us, we’ll catch up”

Finally done with the gear, Raleigh shook her head patting Evelyn on the back, gesturing her to go after Avery “We’ll wait for you here. Fiona won’t shut up, even if you take an hour in there, anyway, so don’t worry”.

The girl finally nodded, hugging Raleigh quickly “Thank you”, and ran back to the dressing room, hoping that Avery had actually gone there.

If she had thought something was off with Avery, now she was sure of it. Evelyn had noticed the girl, waiting on the wing, sometimes even singing along, but her body was tense. Instead of the usual wide smile, bright eyes Avery, she had seen a quieter girl. She could be tired. Or mad… no, there was no reason for her to be mad, right? They had been just fine before the show. Evelyn had taken care of the other girl’s make up, with Avery sat on the balcony, a small smile on her lips. She had memorized how her dress strap fell over that pale shoulder, and how her own body fit perfectly in between Avery’s thighs… “What if your fake girlfriend saw us right now, love?” the blonde had asked. Evelyn knew she was joking, “She’s not the jealous type, don’t worry”.

Evelyn reached the door, yanking it open to a small brownish room, blonde hair falling over the slumped shoulders of Avery, that jumped at the sudden noise and movement.

“Bloody Jesus!” she yelped, turning away from the balcony, but quickly turning back away from the door. Not fast enough, though. Evelyn had seen how reddish her mentor’s face was. “Wait outside, please. I’ll be back in a minute”.

“What happened, Avery?” getting closer to the girl, Evelyn tried reaching for her arm. Yet she moved gently away smiling at her.

 “Seriously, love, I’m totally fine, I just need to touch up my make up” it had been too much.

She didn’t care if it was fake or not, it hurt. But most of all she was hurt with herself. Avery wanted to be there for her friends, more than anything, and at that moment, she couldn’t do that. Her mind was a mess of jealousy and guilt.

“Your make up is just fine. Really, you can tell me what happened. I wanna help, Avery…”

The truth in those eyes, again… she could feel it, almost touch it. And it just stabbed the knife deeper into her chest, a sad smile forming on her face. This was her fear. What if the real love on those brown eyes was not meant for her, but for Raleigh… she deserved it, certainly… but… those were hers... Maybe she was being selfish, but for the first time she didn’t care about it. The next words came out more bitter than she had ever wanted them to be “Raleigh is waiting for you, Eve” she said in almost a whisper “The paparazzi are all out there, you should take the opportunity again” the girl tried to sound calm and collected but by the look on Evelyn’s face she knew she had miserably failed that task. But she just looked down, pretending to look for some kind of makeup, she really didn’t need.

At that, Evelyn walked towards her, getting herself between the balcony and Avery. How could she not have noticed…? The performance, the kiss, the date, the article…

“Avery Wilshere… Are you jealous?”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Was it that obvious that she was jealous? Was she making a fool out of herself?? Being jealous for a person that, again, wasn’t even hers? Her stomach dropped to the floor and the sadness she was feeling mixed with embarrassment and panic.

“W-What? No! Everything is… Perfectly fine. All cool, no problem, ça roule…” she tried chuckling the embarrassment away, and it worked… it was now replaced with the sadness she had been feeling throughout the day. Maybe the embarrassment was better.

She moved away from Evelyn, trying to keep her hands occupied by folding some clothes she had left on the small couch next to the door “What would I even be jealous about?”.

Evelyn saw the other girl’s chest rise up, breathing deeply as if trying to contain whatever she wanted to say next. That whatever never came. Instead, Avery went and sat down on that same couch.

“Anyway, go on, they’re probably already waiting for you, love”

Evelyn shook her head, getting closer to the blonde. Gently, she opened her legs and kneeled between her thighs looking up at her.

“It’s just the two of us here, Avery. Please, talk to me” her eyes never left the blue ones that couldn’t hide the pain behind them, however hard their owner tried. It was known, to everyone that knew Avery, how good she was at hiding her emotions. But today, something was way off. Those misty mirrors for the soul, today they were spotless and transparent, slipping out all the sadness behind them.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me. Let’s talk this through and be sure I’m not moving until we do”.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I am moody and stressed out. That’s it” she said, shrugging and avoiding Evelyn’s eyes at all costs “Everyone has those days”.

“Indeed, but usually you talk about them with me, usually you are able to hide them from people, and usually you don’t push me away when you’re feeling bad”

“Well, USUALLY  I don’t feel jealous of people fake dating my best friend!” her voice was low but the firmest it had ever been. Avery got up, facing the wall, wanting all those feelings to go away, not wanting to show this part of her to the person she knew she was falling in love with. But now that she had started it… “Usually seeing two people kissing on stage, seeing them as a happy couple, straddling in public… it doesn’t bother me, whatsoever…”

She breathed deeply closing her eyes hard. She was way too close to crying and that was the last thing she wanted to do with people around her. With Evelyn there.

“Being in the studio alone… While I know you’re out there, with Raleigh, so close to each other. Seeing how she looks at you on those bloody articles and posts” she bit her lip unsure of how much she could say without breaking down, but unable to stop her feelings from spilling out “Seeing how unbothered you two look… Sometimes I end up thinking maybe you’d be actually better off together… Maybe this will make Evelyn fall for Raleigh. And then hearing Fiona talk about how good your relationship is for everyone… While I stay here, wishing it was me. Wishing I was the person by your side… Even it was fake… I’d take a dream over nothing”

Breathing in deep, she thought about stopping. She almost did. “And I know it’s selfish. It’s stupid. But you were the one lifting me up. Since I met you… In this short period of time… You have made me feel so many things, see how much better I can do, and be. So yes. Today was stressful. Today I wanted to be here for you, but it’s like I’ve been bottling these awful feelings up… And I couldn’t pretend anymore. I tried. So Evelyn, please, leave me alone for a bit… I just need some time, and I’ll be as good as new”

“What doesn’t start, doesn’t end, right?” Between them? There was nothing to end… There was nothing to be jealous of. She just needed time. Time alone to understand that. To accept that if something happened between Eve and Raleigh, she would have to support them. Smile and witness the girl that had stolen her heart be stolen by someone else, by her best friend. And she would have to go back to being the girl that feels and stays silent, smiling.  

“No” getting up, Evelyn crossed the room to Avery, holding her face in her hands, making the blonde face her “Baby, look at me. Nothing of that is real. Not one thing -”.

“Eve, I know that. I do” her voice was low, threatening to completely disappear, leaving her feelings hidden once again “But it also doesn’t matter… You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not mine. You don’t have to explain anything to me”

Saying that out loud made it even more real, making her eyes start to sting. She needed to keep going “Therefore, love, leave”.

At first there was silence. None of them dared to speak, Evelyn’s hands falling along her sides, while Avery didn’t move her stare from the ground. Only then, did Evelyn move. Slowly and against the blonde’s request, she got closer, the closest she could. Wrapped her arms around Avery’s waist, resting her head on the crook of her neck. She could feel the other girl tensing at first, her heartbeat getting faster, melding with her own. The way her chest moved against her own, the scent she had grown so used to. The scent she would miss at night, from the person she had once worshipped as an idol, and that now… had started to like… Love.

Hearing everything Avery had said made her feel so stupid… She had been paying close attention to this girl since the first moment she had seen her, and yet she hadn’t seen the signs, how she had been hurting Avery.

“Avery… Do you remember that night, in your spa…?”

The girl swallowed hard… How could she forget. She hadn’t slept that entire night. She had done all types of things (seriously) but sleeping was not one of them. Thinking about that moment now, and feeling Evelyn flush against her, her hot breathing on her neck… The right choice would be to pull away and insist on being left alone. Yet… If this was the last time, she would be able to feel her love like this… She would take it. 

“I do…”

With that, Evelyn lifted her head up, facing Avery, enjoying every feature, and wanting to see every expression to her question.

“What do you think that kiss meant to me…? Those kisses… Do you think I kissed you because I wanted to have fun? Only that?”

 “I-I…” she tried answering but her heart was hammering in her chest, heat rising to her cheeks.  The memories, the embarrassment of exposing her feelings like this, it was making everything hard to do, to say “I want to think… that it was… more than that…”.

“Then do, Avery! Because it was so much more than that!” Evelyn’s eyes were now all over Avery’s face, studying every piece of reaction, wanting to show her all the feelings she had inside of her without having to say them. “I am falling for you! And I am sorry if I didn’t show you that… I wasn’t sure you felt the same way… And… Your friendship… I couldn’t lose it”.

It was so hard to believe that the most beautiful, kind person she had ever met was now worried that she would fall for someone else. It was unbelievable that that fear was because of her. Out of all the people Avery could have chosen… she was the one.

Evelyn kept going as the blonde’s widened eyes focused only on her “With Raleigh it was all fake, for everyone else to see, for other people’s eyes. But when I am alone with you… These… moments are ours… They’re real. I want so many more of them. I don’t care what we do, what we don’t do, I just want to be by your side”

The air around them was tense but warm with the number of things still left to say, most of them unable to be expressed with words. Avery was speechless, trying to process everything she had just heard, trying to find the words to answer with. The girl didn’t even know what she was feeling anymore. It was a mess of things leaving her breath erratic, her heart swollen, her mouth hanging open.

“Evelyn… I-…” Guided back to the couch, Avery sat down, teary eyed but refusing to let those tears fall.

“Tell me you understand that. Tell me you understand, you’re the one I am falling in love with”

A small smile appeared on Avery’s flushed face, tears starting to escape her blue eyes “I do… yes… I don’t… think I have to tell you that-” she cleared her throat, gaining the courage to keep going “I am falling in love with you too…”.

“Oh but you do!” Evelyn smiled “You do… And Avery, that kiss just now… Raleigh didn’t even touch my lips. She kissed the corner of my mouth. These lips are yours…” she whispered.

If Evelyn kept this up, Avery wasn’t sure her heart would be able to handle it. Hiding her face with her hands, the girl let the tears fall, freely now, a mixture of relief, happiness and tiredness “I’m sorry. All of this must look ridiculous to you… All this jealousy… I’m sorry… I wanted to invade that stage myself at that moment… I felt so… lost” she chuckled trying to play it light.

But Evelyn didn’t take it that way. Grabbing Avery’s wrists, she pushed them away from her face.

And it happened too fast for Avery. Once she looked up, her crying face now exposed, she felt Evelyn’s lips crash against her own. At first, she gasped in surprise, but then allowed her own lips to part, letting Evelyn explore her. They could feel the salty taste of her tears between their soft lips. It had been so long since she had last tasted them, felt them, and oh god… If anything had been left unsaid, she was sure it would be understood right there. The way Evelyn’s lips molded against hers, how she stole little bites and nibbles on her bottom lip to the way she pressed their bodies closer. And how warm they were… It was too much for only her lips… Avery quickly wrapped her arms around Evelyn’s back, raw emotion in the way her fingers curled around the girl’s shirt. Her eyes half open, to sneak guilty peeks at Eve, every time they came back for air. She could feel the heat rising from her stomach to her chest and breathing became such a hard and irrelevant task…

Evelyn’s fingers dipped in that blonde hair, grabbing it gently by the roots, to then give it a firm tug, making Avery look at her.

“This is a real kiss” she whispered, “I hope you memorized my lips”.

Saying this Evelyn pushed Avery back against the couch, gently, smirking seeing that strap fall off the girl’s shoulder, exposing the skin she so much wanted to shower with kisses and untold words.

Her whole body was starting to tingle, and she had to take advantage of that moment to get her breathing back, which was not being easy while looking at Avery’s expression, her half-opened eyes, leaking the desire inside of her.

“Also, that article… and that picture of me straddling Raleigh…” she said, getting up in front of Avery “It was planned, as you know, right?” to now press her shoulders once more against the back of the couch, while she placed each leg on either side of Avery, straddling her. “Also fake… So I’ma show you what I do when I actually straddle someone…” she whispered.

Her hips didn’t take long until they started moving back and forth, grinding the thighs under her.

“Oh…” Avery whimpered slightly, hands on Evelyn’s hips, subconsciously pressing her down. The few sounds coming out of the dark-haired girl were reaching every point of her pale body, making it shiver lightly. Even with all those layers separating their skin, she could feel her own nipples hardening under her dress, making her grab Evelyn by the waist to press her closer.

“T-this, ohhh…” the friction was making it difficult for Evelyn to speak, lips pressed together, only falling open to whine “shit… is what I do when I really want to… straddle someone”.

That was it “Stop… Stay still!” Avery demanded, her voice low and slightly rougher than usual… Now it was her turn to show her what being with her meant. Evelyn had shown her part and she wouldn’t get all the fun alone. Now it was her turn.

Quickly she grabbed the end of the blue shirt covering Eve and, slowly, started lifting it up, making sure to let her fingers trail over that soft skin. Her lips, starting just above the jeans, left red marks over the girl’s stomach feeling the shivers rising up under them.

“Swear to me that you never did anything with her…” she murmured, stopping just under Evelyn’s chest, her lips mere inches apart from the warm skin, not looking up.

To that question Evelyn smiled, lowering herself just enough to whisper back in Avery’s ear “I never did…” she could stop there… but why would she? “And if I had, baby… you’d have been the one on my mind. As you have in so many of the nights I spent alone…”. 

Avery knew what the girl was trying to do, but the truth was, it was working. She could feel her words getting to her just between her thighs, on her chest, all over her skin. And at this point she didn’t even want to try to pretend it wasn’t. Pulling the rest of the shirt off Evelyn, the blonde kissed above her chest, leaving a wet trail of red marks up to her jaw… That was her girl, and everyone would know that from then on… Under her lips, she could feel Eve’s breathing getting faster “Baby, your lipstick… It’s all over me...”.

From her jaw, Avery traveled to Evelyn’s ear, kissing it softly. She let her breath touch it, tantalizingly, before whispering “And you won’t clean it, or next time I won’t use my lipstick to mark you, love”.

The gasp that escaped Eve’s mouth just made it harder for Avery to keep control of herself, while trailing her hands up the singer’s back, allowing her nails to lightly scratch the skin, she finally reached the back of the bra.

Evelyn couldn’t help but arch a little, the anticipation of Avery’s mouth on her, darkening her own eyes. Finally, the girl felt her bra unclasping, the straps falling off her shoulders revealing her hard nipples. These kept begging to be touched, as Avery’s eyes skipped from her back to her chest, her pale face turning deep red as her whole body got warmer and warmer.

“Did she ever see these, my love?” the blonde whispered starting to kiss the middle of her chest, as her hands burned the skin right under Evelyn’s breasts.

She wanted to answer, she really did, but the lack of contact was making the girl’s mind foggy, while her center throbbed way too much for her to think straight (🏳️‍🌈). Instead, forcing down the noises trapped in her throat, Eve shook her head, with a desperate frown on her face. At this point her whole body was fiery, aching to rub itself against those firm thighs, again. Swallowing hard, and forcing herself to gaze deep into the blue eyes in front of her, Evelyn bit her lip, gently held the back of Avery’s neck and whispered “Please, babe…”. It was more of a whimper than a whisper “I’m all yours”. The need to close the gap between them was screaming inside of her but before she could move, Avery’s hot mouth was on her chest, circling her nipple slowly, torturingly.

“Mmm…! Baby…”

Those noises… That was all she needed… yet, she couldn’t give it up to her that easily. Sucking hard on the nipple between her lips, Avery took her other hand to pay as much attention to Eve’s left breast. First, caressing it with her thumb, she could feel how hard her nipple was, how much it begged to be worshipped, how wet it was making her… Pressing her thighs together to try and ease some of the aching she was feeling, the girl squeezed the whole breast in her hand, never taking her mouth away from the other one, licking it, long licks, hot with smirks along with them.

“Love… tell me what you want” she whispered, her hot breath caressing the skin under it “Let me show what only I can give you”.

Those blue eyes finally looked up and the vision presented to them made Avery swear under her breath. With red hot skin, Evelyn’s mouth was slightly open, short breaths coming in and out, with her eyes barely open. Those eyes looked down “I-… need you... naked. Please.”

Avery smirked, guiding Evelyn down on the couch “Only that, my love?”.

Kneeling straight in front of Eve on the couch, she waited for an answer.

“One thing at a time, babe…” if she had asked for more, just the imagination of it happening could have made Eve short-circuit…

Quickly taking her white dress off, Avery started working on getting rid of Evelyn’s shorts, being met with the girl arching her back and quickly helping to get rid of the last pieces of clothing that separated the two.

The black-haired girl tried to get up but was gently pushed back down.

“What now?” Avery asked sweetly, her hands purposely trailing the insides of those olive-skin thighs. The lust she was feeling, dripping on her now naked tights wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.

“Your mouth…” Nothing else needed to be said. Neither of them wanted nor could wait any longer.

Avery whispered kisses down Evelyn’s body, painting it red until she reached the girl’s wet core. The idea of tasting it made her buck her hips and whine hard. So, she didn’t waste any more time. They had been way too tormented already.

Avery started circling her sweet nub, kissing it gently, before dipping her tongue between the folds moaning slightly. Holding Evelyn’s thighs in place she kept going.

“Wanna taste yourself, love?” she whispered quickening her pace, to then stick her tongue on Evelyn’s hot entrance. She could feel her trembling and shivering underneath her, refusing to keep her body still. That’s what she wanted… When words lacked, she would show Eve her feelings by making her cry in pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” The girl moaned, bucking her hips harder against Avery’s mouth. She could feel her legs weakening, her body so hot it could combust right there “No, don’t stop baby… don’t you… dare, mmmh… stophhh” she could have sworn she could see stars right at that moment.

That was an order to Avery’s ears, who kissed her girl’s core before licking and sucking her, faster, harder. While working on her, one hand traveled Eve’s body, from her hips to her breast. At this point they were sure that if someone passed by the door, they would perfectly hear the love coming from inside, but neither of them seemed to care. Yet, Avery could think of a way to lower the noise a little. Leaving Eve’s breast aching, licking one last time that pool of desire, the blonde hovered over her and smiling, she caressed her jaw. She could see her lover struggling to beg her to keep going, but before she could, Avery slid slowly two fingers on her mouth. Her fingers played with Eve’s tongue, who sucked them without even thinking. Sucked them wet, enjoying the view above her. From Avery’s pleasured expression to her chest… her wet tights. She moaned deeply, stopped from closing her legs by Avery who stood between them.

Satisfied, the pale girl went back to where she was needed, starting slow, almost teasingly.

“You taste… so good, love… So good” But then, pressing on her entrance first to hear Evelyn beg, she thrusted her two wet fingers inside. The girl immediately moaned, almost screamed her name, her leg resting on Avery’s shoulder, trying to press her impossibly closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Yes… she was almost there. The blonde could feel it and had to contain herself, the stars that wanted to shine and explode in front of her… It was amazing what pleasuring Evelyn could do to her… How overwhelmed it could leave her…

Curving her fingers inside her, thrusting and rubbing as hard as she could, feeling Eve so close and throbbing around her, bucking her hips, she grabbed the pillow next to her, positioning it in between her legs… She needed it… Just perfect, she started grinding, in rhythm with her fingers…

Evelyn… Her breathing couldn’t accompany her movements anymore. She refused to close her eyes. Seeing Avery in front of her… Riding the pillow, gasping and moaning… Oh God…

 Yes… That wave…

“AVER… MMMMMHH.. ”

It hit her so hard. A tidal wave, crushing against her, threatening to drown her in pleasure…

Her vision was blurred.

Her eyes so watery… yet they still forced themselves to stay open and enjoy the view… If she had the strength, she’d grab her by the waist… make her lay on top of her… yeah…

Breathing was now a totally unknown ability.

Her body, still trembling, shivering, trying to reach for her…

“I got you, love, I got you…” she heard, that soft honey voice mixed with a bunch of gasps…

Eve felt Avery’s thighs settling on either side of her own hips, sitting down, and when she felt how wet and hot she was… Her hand shot to her mouth, and she bit it… She could have died… she doubted her body could handle that.

Avery laid on top of her, kissing her neck, her shoulders, trying to calm her own breathing…

“I’m here…” Avery kept saying, her hands on Eve’s sides, caressing her skin “Rest a bit, and then let’s go… to the bathroom… We need to get you clean, love”

Quickly Evelyn shook her head and wrapped her arms around Avery pressing her down.

“Hell no… I need you to come for me too…” feeling the girl bucking her hips at her request she kept going… “Come on, princess, grind… against me… please… I know you want it…”.

“Are you sure…?” Avery whispered, knowing how tired Evelyn was. Not so much physically but also emotionally.

“Please…”

No hesitation… Still laying down, kissing every part of Evelyn’s skin, the girl started moving her hips, slowly at first but getting faster as she felt herself getting extremely close…

Evelyn’s hands were making it harder for her to control it… Gripping her ass, squeezing her breasts, burning, electrifying every place she touched…

“Evelyn… I’m feeling….” Rolling her eyes back it was getting hard to think… And then…

Evelyn’s fingers gripped her hair, pulling it back harder than last time…

“OH SHIT.. NHMM…”

Deep tremors of sensation hit her even harder, groans escaping her shut lips… Her hips creating circles, rubbing hard against Eve… Dizziness… Stars…

“Look at me while you come, please…” Evelyn whispered, bringing Avery’s head down to kiss her, bite her lip, suffocate her moans. Exploring her tongue, her hand caressing now where she had grabbed Avery, stroking her roots to alleviate the pain.

And there it was… Thrusting herself once again, she exploded, her eyes locked on Eve’s…

Her body was on fire, her core throbbing, every part of her burning like at the mouth of the volcano… her orgasm hitting every point of her body, making her toes curl. She knew from her throat she had screamed… But her mind was so fuzzy, she didn’t even remember it.

She just let herself go limp over Evelyn, who hugged her close. Bringing her lips to Avery’s shoulder and kissing it gently she whispered, “I think we proved both our points”.

Avery chuckled slightly, her head still laying on Eve’s shoulder, but didn’t answer right away…

Instead, they stayed quiet for a minute, Eve caressing the blonde hair. Both of them needed the time to regain some of their strength but there was also a question circling around Avery’s mind that kept enticing all of her senses just some seconds before

“So… falling in love with me…?” Avery asked, slowly, wanting to be sure that had not been an auditory hallucination.

What she couldn’t see was how red Evelyn’s cheeks got. She had thought it to be obvious, but saying it out loud, well it had to take some gut to do it, the heat of the moment…

“Was it not obvious?” she chuckled.

Avery sweetly hid her face in the crook of her lover’s neck, her hands shyly caressing her jaw “I’m sorry… for causing a scene over jealousy”.

 Evelyn chuckled lightly at the shyness in the other girl’s voice “Don’t worry… It was cute. You’re cute when jealous”.

Avery nudged Evelyn on her shoulder playfully, embarrassed at the comment.

Getting up carefully, Avery sat at the end of the couch and looked over at Evelyn who stayed in the same position, too tired to move, not wanting that moment to end, as much cliché as that was.

Avery could feel her heart full... Almost bursting, a smile on her face without even realizing. She had left Evelyn like that… tired, restless, full of pleasure… She had made it clear that she wanted Eve, that she was falling in love with her and only her… She had finally really understood she was not the only one falling in love...

“You’re beautiful…” she said, roaming Eve’s body with her big blue eyes, now bright with love. It was full of dark red marks… marks of her lips… Everywhere… Avery couldn’t stop a smirk from appearing on her lips.

Reluctantly she got up, reaching for her white dress, and tossing Evelyn her own clothing.

“Th-…”

With a bang the door opened

“Girls, what th-“

With wide eyes Raleigh took in the picture in front of her. Avery was now hiding herself with her white dress, her lips pressed tight and her face bright red, and Evelyn curled into a ball barely hiding herself as well.

Raleigh closed her eyes as tight as she could, turning around.

“This explains the posters… OK! Now that I’ve made things awkward I’ma leave! WE’RE DONE WAITING FOR YOU!”

[homeformyheart]

a kiss, why not? - featuring f!avery wilshere x f!raleigh carrera for @platinumweekend

this adorable art was commissioned from @fel-fisk!! call-out back to that dialogue from fiona 😅.

*goes without saying, but do not repost.

[pixelsandkink]

Your Skin Like a River

Pairing: M!Raleigh x MC (Parker) Rating: E Word Count: ~3,400 Summary: A night in the desert. 

Notes: For @platinumweekend! I said, “oh friends, what should I write for PlatAW?” And I believe that there was a resounding chorus of “sm*t??” and well, it’s sort of weird and meandering, but it sure does fit the bill! I hope you like it! The title is from Mac Miller’s “Skin” because naturally.  

CW: besides general sm*t, there is gentle, recreational drug use (m*rijuana) and these characters have the s*x after they partake SO. _______________

It’s very irritating but she probably falls in love with Raleigh a dozen different times a day. 

He should be annoying her right now. This whole trip should be annoying her. This “artist’s retreat” for his album. She’d thought it was an excuse to have all their friends filter in and out of the house they’ve rented in the desert for the summer. It is, a bit, but she can’t deny there is a certain...magic in the air. 

They’re making something. 

Creating something. 

And she’s falling in love again, watching him. They’re singing a song that’s not an original, but she doesn’t know it. Raleigh knows it by heart though, and he’s beating out it’s rhythms on his body. The clap of a hand against his chest or his thigh is all the percussion they need. 

His voice rings out, clear and pulled into long syllables. The song, it’s very old-school, from the sixties maybe, and more blues than anything else. It gives him room to run and stretch and play. Improvisations that emphasize the gravel in his tone, and the silky smoothness he can conjure. 

Parker can’t help but smile as the song morphs, as Raleigh starts scratching out words on a notepad and Cameron’s guitar strums with something a little funkier and soon it's turning into something else. 

She’s proud of him. He’s making an album that he’s going to be excited to put his name on, when it's all said and done. If she smiles at him with extra happiness, who can blame her? She’s probably still smiling when she blinks a couple of times and Cameron laughs. 

“Sleeping Beauty’s fading.” 

Parker flips him off and Raleigh laughs too. He reaches over and gives her a squeeze at the nape of her neck. “Come on, baby, I’ll walk you home.” 

This is a nonsensical statement. The fire pit is maybe twenty feet from the house, and nothing is going to grab her between here and there, but she likes holding his hand on the stroll and the way he gives her another squeeze at the top of the stairs. 

“I’m not going to be able to stay asleep,” she complains. The same complaint she’s made nearly about every night since they arrived.

Raleigh leans against the wall beside the door as Parker shucks off her jeans. His eyes linger as she strips all the way down to nothing before wriggling into a tiny pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. 

She’s probably too gross to climb into their sheets, because the dust gets everywhere out here, but she can’t bring herself to care. She gets into the bed with a huff and steals his pillow, and he shakes his head too indulgently. 

“Wow,” he says, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Your poor mom.” 

“Shut up,” she returns. “I’m just mad because I won’t be able to sleep through the night.” 

She hasn’t since they got here. Since before that. It’s a good thing, sort of. She works a lot. She likes to write songs, but she also has a lot of meetings and appearances but Raleigh says it's stress. This whole thing was meant to be a vacation for her, technically speaking. But still. The sleep thing. Not going so well. 

“Maybe tonight’s your night.” 

“Maybe.” A beat. “But probably not.” 

Raleigh sniggers. “Yeah, okay.” 

He kisses her forehead, and pads out of the room, leaving her to the dark. 

***

She’s probably only been asleep an hour. Maybe two. Raleigh hasn’t come to bed yet. His side is cold. 

The house is quiet when she steps out onto the landing but she thinks he must be in the basement. It’s soundproof. The reason they picked this place. He won’t cut any demos or anything, but he’s been getting a lot of writing done and some recordings with shit audio. 

Parker kind of envies that he’s gotten so much work done, even though this is supposed to be a vacation, even though she’s supposed to be relaxing. 

The thought makes her snort as the screen door at the back of the house screeches open on shouting hinges. The deep freezer plugged in on the porch has to work hard to do its job. But even if it failed, it wouldn’t matter. 

There’s nothing in there but popsicles. Every flavor they can scavenge: orange, grape, raspberry, blueberry, lime. They go through them like children, and every time someone is sent into town, the number of boxes requested grows bigger. 

She plucks a cherry popsicle (she’ll have to get more before Micah comes back, they’re his favorite too) from the depths of the freezer. She leaves the wrapper on to catch the syrupy red drops, but quickly discards it in favor of faster eating. 

The dust really does get fucking everywhere. It's on the backs of her thighs as she settles on the porch, popsicle between her lips and phone in her hand. Their signal is awful, which is, again, the point, but the phone is a habit more than anything else, one she hasn’t managed to break yet.

She hears him before he makes an appearance, his long brown legs as he settles in beside her. 

He doesn’t say anything at all, his gaze drops down to the cherry popsicle tucked between her lips. His mouth curved in a presumptuous smirk, and then he lights the joint dangling between his fingers. 

He doesn’t hit it first, instead passing it straight to her. 

“Aww baby,” she says in a tone that drips with a little too much sweetness, “you roll this for me?”

The end burns a bright, sunset orange as she inhales. And when she exhales, the smoke rolls out; undulating waves of white before it breaks apart, dissipating like seafoam. It feels like that inside her too. 

She huffs with amusement, talking around her popsicle. “That’s Avery’s weed.” 

Raleigh’s grin is exasperated. “Still won’t tell me who his guy is. What a shit.” 

He refuses when she goes to pass it back, and she hits it again. This time he leans forward to catch the exhale as it happens, runaway fog streaming into his mouth. He always makes her heart race when he’s this close, when he’s close enough to feel his warmth. When his mouth is open just enough for her to remember how it feels when he kisses her. He looks self-satisfied as he sits back, like he knows exactly what she’s thinking. They simply stare at one another while she digs her toes into the muscle of his thigh, worrying it through the polyester of his shorts. 

He takes the joint in one hand, and catches one of her feet in the other, pinching each of her toes. 

Fuck, she does love him. 

Raleigh’s lips pull to one side as she passes the joint back and returns to her rapidly melting popsicle. She licks until it’s down to the stick. Time seems short for the popsicle, but long as he watches her. So long, she should be nervous, but it’s good weed and she can already feel it creeping up her calves. 

He only speaks again when she’s taken another hit. 

“Spread your legs.” His voice is low and scratchy. 

She holds his gaze as her knees fall open in jerky fits and starts. There’s no one around for miles, save their friends inside the house. Even so, the thrill and panic of doing this, here, twine together and lay heavy in her belly. 

He takes her sticky, cherry hand and hooks it in the gusset of her shorts, and plucks the joint away too. It doesn’t take any figuring out, and when she pulls them aside, he makes a tiny, satisfied sound. She hears him fiddling with the ashtray, but she can’t look away from his eyes, and they’re trained between her legs. 

“Pretty,” he says, a cut above a whisper.

Parker’s toes curl. He hasn’t even touched her, he’s only looking and she’s already wet, squeezing around nothing. He passes his fingers over her and she jumps a little when he strokes her clit but it’s not—its almost not even sexual. It’s almost like he’s stroking her arm or her cheek. 

Except that here she opens for him, and when he strokes his fingers over her a second time, there’s somewhere for them to go.  She hates it when people equate pussies to flowers. She’s not blooming open for him. She doesn’t have petals. She’s never going to smell fucking botanical. 

Even so, he strokes her with reverence, like she’s a delicate rose, or a sweet lily, touching everywhere but where she wants him most, pressing until she can take two fingers. Then finally, touching her clit until she’s so wet and turned on she can take three, but it makes her pant. 

It’s hot and her hair is sticking to her forehead. Her back hurts too, the wooden post is pressed between her slouching shoulder blades as she tilts her hips up to meet his hand. 

Raleigh makes a noise, something like a sigh and then he plants one foot in the dirt, the other knee on the lower stair, and leans down until he can put his mouth on her. 

She hisses and grabs him by the back of the hair. He’s not sparing. He slides his hands under her ass and lifts her to him.  His mouth is wet and open wide. His bottom lip drags heavily up her opening as he tastes his fill of her. She’s wet all over, because it's a million damn degrees out. Between her tits and under arms and behind her knees and most of all against his mouth because he uses his tongue and his fingers to coax it out of her. More and more and more and his own tongue is impossibly silky as he narrows in. He makes room for his fingers again, curving inside her, pushing on that spot way deep.

She’d been doing a great job of being quiet until that, but it draws a loud groan out of her and he pauses, lifts his head to look at her, takes a breath like a man who’s nearly drowned.

“Park. Let’s go upstairs.” 

His face is wet with her. 

Raleigh stands first, and sticks a hand out to pull her up. Her eyes flick down to his dick, straining against his shorts. She brushes against it with her nose first. Then her tongue and she can tell he’s also not wearing any underwear, and it only takes a second to yank down his shorts and take him in her mouth. 

He gives her a shaky chuckle, and braces a hand on the post behind her. “You...are very good at this. Fuck.” 

Yes, she knows. She likes the way it feels under her tongue—the veins and velvety skin and even how he’s all saltwater against her tongue, but she likes his words, his expressions most of all. The way he passes a hand over his face, teeth gritting.

“Stop, stop,” he says, after a minute and she releases him reluctantly. They both watch a string of saliva pull and snap as they separate. 

“Disgusting,” she says at the same time he says, “hot.” 

He pulls his shorts back up and helps her to her feet. On their way up the stairs, she plays his ass cheeks like bongo drums and he swats at her hands. 

She’s really starting to feel her high, cotton candy spine and liquid joints, when he follows her into the bedroom. Closes the door. Locks it. 

He crowds her, but she doesn’t move. She lets him slip a hand into her shorts and grab her ass. He doesn’t—he doesn’t even kiss her. He looks down at her like he might want to. And this close, even with only the moon for light she can see that the sweat still hasn’t quite cleared from his brow, and he needs to wash his hair. 

Thighs slide against each other as he pushes her toward the bed. The backs of her knees hit it first and she teeters for a second before he lets go and she topples. Neither of them speaks as she shimmies her useless, wet shorts over her hips and down her legs and leaves them in a heap on the floor. 

She holds his gaze as she scoots up the bed. Parker rests her feet on top of the sheets and lets her legs fall open. He likes it when she touches herself. He likes to watch. Whatever he’s got planned—and he’s always got something planned—she’s gonna nip it in the bud right here. She can smell it on him, something devious and brain bending and—

“Yeah, go ahead,” he says, softly. “I wanna see you play with it.” 

An unstoppable moan bubbles up her throat. He’s fucking slinky as he crawls into bed on top of her, most of his weight braced on his forearms. But slowly, slowly, he presses his pelvis down against her, against her hand, pressing his weight into her, her fingers against her clit. 

“You know.” He’s speaking slowly. Rocking so lightly against her that he has plausible deniability. “I was told that I can’t make an album full of love songs. That I’m gonna ruin my career.” 

She can hear the air quotes around the last part. Her breath hitches as he presses forward. Even the pressure of him is good: hot and hard and big. 

“Is that what you’re writing?” she asks, stuttering through the last bit. Just from dry humping. This is love. “A bunch of love songs? For me?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says, a teasing grin on his face. “For you, and about you and inspired by you.” 

“But you can’t ruin your career.” 

Raleigh grunts. “Fuck a career.” 

He strikes while she’s laughing (because fuck a career is a very funny thing to say, because he loves his career and because, yes, the weed has made her giggly). He mouths her nipple through the onion-skin thin cotton of her tanktop and sinks two fingers inside her. 

She swears with a hiss. He’s really not even fucking her, barely moving. But her fingers are fast over her clit and his mouth has sucked her until her nipple is hard and jutting and the wet spot on her shirt has spread. 

“Come on,” he urges her, and yanks the shirt down to scrape his teeth over her nipple. He forces his fingers deeper and she does come, the surprise kind, bursting over a few seconds before she expected it to break. So much so it startles a laugh out of her, and it gives him room to kiss her. 

Everything about his kiss is soft and smooth and plush. When he pulls back to nip at her mouth she feels him everywhere. They move together: they are waves, tossing together, with him in the cradle of her body and her arms around his neck. 

The taste of him, faintly acrid, kind of sweet, blinds her to the way his hips move, to his increased desperation, until he’s nudging against her, until he parts her, until she’s nodding against his mouth, a silent plea for more. 

He works his way inside her. Tiny shoves that remind her she was made for this. Not for sex, but for him. She’s a goner.

Raleigh rises up with a wet gasp, braces on his knees. He uses her thighs to lift her, to give himself room. He’s told her before: “I like to watch the faces you make.” 

He must get the reaction he wants the first time he shifts them again, and he bumps against that place deep inside her and her eyes go wide. Someone should slap the smile off of his face. 

“Raleigh—fuck—that’s—.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, still rocking lazily. But his eyes are pure avarice, drinking her in. 

She goes tense, fingers and toes curled into the sheets. She’s broken out into a thin sheen of sweat all over. It does feel like cheating, because her body is careening along ahead of her, and her brain is in smoke, it’s suspended in water, and she’s afloat on pleasure. 

“Look at you, fighting it. Come on, baby, give it to me. I want it.”  

Like he collects them in a jar. Like they’re his to keep. Parker comes in a wild, tight, tense fury, every muscle in her body going rigid with it, before she goes utterly loose-limbed. Her brain is soupy from her high and from him and when he pulls out and rolls her onto her stomach, she’s too pliant to object. 

His teeth do shock her. Nipping at her shoulders and her waist. In the swell of her ass and the meat of her thighs and the back of her calves and down to one of the toes he’d pinched. And all the while: beautiful, sweet, love you love you, good you’re so good. 

Raleigh’s fingers ask what his mouth does not and she eases her thighs open to make way for him again. His body curls over hers, lips at the back of her neck. 

“You’re gonna come for me again?”’

She makes a sound, sort of like a laugh and wail. “Don’t think I can.” 

Raleigh mumbles something and grabs her by the hips, hauling her ass in the air. Then his fingers are inside her and the “wow” he says seems genuinely surprised and not condescending. 

“We’ll see.” 

He slides inside her, she can feel that she’s slick and swollen, and when he eases in, he makes a tiny, helpless sound that makes her giggle into the crook of her elbow. His thrusts are more purposeful now, and her jello knees give. He follows her down, adjusting their bodies, bending her leg to open her wide.

His thrusts are slow, but it feels like he’s going to fuck her through the mattress. Every thrust forces a sound from her, a hot, frustrated groan. She’s droopy with pleasure, half-certain that she really won’t come again. 

But. 

“Parker, baby, you feel so good. So fucking good. You gonna give me one more?”

She shakes her head. It’s an impossibility, even though she can hear how wet she still is, and it’s such a stretch like this and he’s panting, which only turns her on more. 

“No?” he says, so cajolingly, she knows she’s in trouble. 

He’s practically laying on her as he worms his hand between her and the bed. It barely changes anything, but her clit rubs against his warm palm as they move with shallow thrusts, where he barely withdraws and she stays full. 

Parker swears. “Shit, babe, oh—” 

She rides out her orgasm on his hand and on his dick, with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth in a noiseless gasp. Raleigh swears, grunts, pumps and follows her seconds later. Slumped over her, sweat seals their bodies together. It doesn’t matter that his weight has her pressed into the mattress. She can’t move a single muscle. She’s all tapped out. Fog and still waters. She has no idea how much time has passed when he coaxes her up for a trip to the bathroom to get clean. 

When she comes out of the bathroom, he’s already put his shorts on and added a t-shirt. She cuts him a look as she crawls into the covers, yawning. “You’re not coming to bed?”

“Nah, I told Cameron and them I’d be back down.” 

Parker scowls. “Where did you tell them you were going?”

“To give you a sleeping pill.” 

She can’t help but laugh since he also gives her a shiny, shit-eating grin. “Are you really not tired?”

Her eyelids are falling fast. 

“Nope, I’m feeling very inspired all of a sudden.” 

Parker’s lips curl up, and she hears him head for the door. “Go write more songs for me.” 

“They’re all for you. Go to sleep.” 

She falls asleep like she fell in love: slowly, and then submerged. Tomorrow she’ll do it all over again.  ____________ I’m not tagging anyone bc of the drug mention and if you don’t wanna see me gush a lil, look away! To our platinum weekend hosts: I adore each and everyone of you!! this is so fun and lovely, yall have really nailed it, you wonderful humans!! I’m glad I could contribute something and I hope you enjoyed it! 

[justapenguinfanatic]

When you replay Platinum and just have to draw Avery 🥺

[koko-heads]

i just finished platinum and i LOVE IT HERE

[gryffindordaughterofathena]

My Raleigh route MC got this dialogue and this is the reason my nerd of a MC on Avery's route falls in love with Avery......i totally hc Eirene and Avery talking about Greek myths and falling in love.

[omgjasminesimone]

More Thirst Tweets

Avery vs Raleigh x MC

NSFWish

A/N: I think when people asked for more thirst tweets, they meant more open heart thirst tweets, but I wanted Platinum thirst tweets, so here we are.

Avery Wilshire

“Hello, my name is Avery Wilshire, and I’m here at ClickIt today to read thirst tweets from some of my wonderful fans. And to promo my upcoming world tour with the incomparable Cadence Dorian, tickets available next week.” Avery smiles charmingly into the camera, and teenage girls across the world swoon.

He digs into the bowl of printed out tweets a star struck production assistant placed in front of him just before they started filming.

“Avery Wilshire.....”, the smile slowly falls from his face. “could punch me in the face, and then run me over with his car, and I would say thank you daddy. I love him so much.” Avery looks up into the camera.

“Love, I’m flattered, but don’t let anyone treat you like that. You deserved to be worshipped. And I love you too.” He smiles again, grabbing another tweet.

“......Avery Wilshire, please choke me.” The pop star sighs, just a little despondently.

Raleigh Carrera

“Hey, I’m Raleigh Carrera. My new album comes out this Friday, 12 PM East Coast time. So, I’m here at ClickIt reading thirst tweets so you’ll buy my album. Oh, and don’t forget to get your tickets to Avery and Cadence, the World Tour.” Raleigh introduces, and promotes, himself.

And of course he promotes his favorite girl too. He shoots a flirty smile to Cadence, who’s sitting just off camera. She grins back.

Raleigh digs into the bowl, pulling a tweet from the bottom. He unfurls the paper with gravitas, clearing his throat. “I don’t care that @RaleighCarrera isn’t single. I’m willing to do the dirtiest sexual stuff imaginable to lure him to me. He’s so hot I have zero boundaries.” Raleigh chuckles as Cadence quietly seethes. He glances into the camera, tossing a flirty wink that’s sure to get the fans’ hearts racing. “I’m flattered, @Ho4Carrera.”

He opens another tweet, ignoring how Cadence is glowering at him. She’s so fun to rile up. “I want to lick every last one of Raleigh’s tattoos. Hmm, that one was pretty tame. Let’s see if we can find something more...click bait-y for your video.” He quips to the production staff.

He skims a couple before settling on one with a broad grin. “Aah, this is the one. @SunsetSkateparkOGGroupee says, I would let Raleigh Carrera stick his....in my.....and then I’d.....” ClickIt was forced to censor a bunch of words here, and everyone in the studio besides Raleigh is blushing furiously as he reads, completely nonplussed. “And when I could move again, I’d bow down and thank him.” Raleigh concludes.

He looks into the camera with a big grin. “Thanks doll.”

“Alright, I think that’s enough of that.” Cadence interrupts. She forcefully takes the bowl from him, and Raleigh has to stop himself from laughing. She’s so cute when she’s murderously jealous.

[alwaysmychoices]

Just found a WIP of Platinum MC leaving a bunch of easter eggs in her second album that all lead to clues of being in love with Avery, and he figured it out on the release night. Imagine my surprise when the big clue the story lead up to was that she dedicated her entire album to the smoothie he ordered when they met. 

Reasons I am shook/never posted it:

A. I never even finished that book because, when it didn’t get renewed, I didn’t want to get too attached and lost interest

B. Was I the only male Avery romancer? I think I was

[aescapisms]

misadventures on twitter [5]

[holystxne]

Hank deserves the praises because he’s been supportive of MC since day 1. I love this man’s endless support !!

[cavillkingdom]

Someone: Hey, are you alright?

Me: Yeah.. Sure.

Also me:

[openshearts]

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Candace Dorian releases surprise album during quarantine

[alj4890]

Choices September Challenge

Day 28 Angel/Heaven

(Raleigh Carrera x MC) (Avery Wilshere x MC) in a Choices Platinum drabble

A/N I'll say it again, I wish we had a couple more books from this storyline. The more I replay it the more I love it. The Aerosmith song and prompt inspired this take on the mixture of feelings these three have.

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Song: Angel by Aerosmith

Masterlist

Come Save Me Tonight

It was getting to Raleigh. The lines were blurring to the point that he didn't know what was pretend and what was actually a sincere emotion.

This was the last time he allowed his P.R. team to set him up in another fake relationship.

He didn't care if his reputation ever recovered or if the new girl needed a boost for her career. There were plenty of other famous entertainers who could do that for her.

His eyes flickered across the crowded club. He downed a tequila shot when he noticed that his fake-yet-not-so-fake girlfriend, Cadence, appeared to be hanging on to Avery's every word.

He reached for another shot, hoping it would clear things up for him. His thoughts were getting out of hand.

The kisses. The sexy dancing. The taking her to every party and event.

He was, heaven help him, enjoying it.

No. That wasn't it. He was enjoying Cadence.

And now he didn't know what to do about it.

He straightened away from the bar when he noticed her coming his way.

His practiced, flirty smile formed. "Hey, Babe. Ready to have some fun?"

"Does it involve spending time with you?" She asked, smiling.

"Me and," he handed her a shot, "a little of this."

Cadence's smile dimmed when he swayed a little to the left. "Raleigh? How many of these have you had?"

"In life or tonight?" He leaned back against the bar. "Come on beautiful, let loose a little." He winked suggestively. "I personally would love to see you let your hair down."

She set the shot glass down, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I would say yes, but I need a clear head tonight."

"Really?" He slipped a finger in her belt loop and tugged her closer. "Any special reason for remaining sober?"

"There is." Her arms wound around his neck. "I promised Avery I would help him with a new song he is writing."

Raleigh's hands dropped from her waist. "Avery?" He swallowed uncomfortably. "You're leaving me to work with Avery."

"Raleigh? What's wrong--"

He untangled himself and walked out the door.

What is wrong with me? Other than jealousy over Avery having time with her...his protégé.

He knew Avery liked her more than the simple mentor/mentee

Hell, everyone adored Cadence. So far she was exactly what you saw: talented, beauty that wasn't only skin deep, lovable...

Raleigh grimaced at the memory of his tipsy confession the other night at her album party.

"Have you ever really been in love?" Cadence asked.

"Oof. Asking the hard hitting questions tonight." He poured some more tequila in both of their glasses. "You know, I don't know." Words slurring slightly, his smirk disappeared. "It's like every song I've ever written was about you and I just didn't know it yet."

Her surprise at hearing that had him hurrying off before she could continue to question him. Hopefully she would chalk it up to him being drunk. Or stupid for thinking she could feel the same.

"I've bought my own illusion." He muttered, pulling his jacket collar up. "I'm worse than the fans."

Why would someone like Cadence Dorian ever truly fall for a man like him?

***************

OverKnight Studios...

"That lyric," Cadence began to tap a few keys on the piano. The soft, gentle melody blended with her voice as she repeated the words Avery had written. She added a bit more emotion as she moved on to the chorus.

"Cadence, that's beautiful." Avery couldn't take his eyes off her. "Your talent is a wonder to behold."

"I'm singing your words." She reminded him with a smile. "It's your talent that is behind this."

Avery rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin forming. "Somehow my talent is much more impressive in your hands."

She shook her head. "Have you heard you? You're Avery Wilshere! Your music speaks to something deep within your fans."

His bright blue eyes rested on her as she continued to work on his attempt at song writing.

He didn't know what to think anymore. He had found himself coming to the studios more and more often in the hopes of seeing her. Sitting there watching her album come to life had been some of the best moments of his career.

He at first thought he was drawn to her because they were kindred spirits. Then, he thought it was because he didn't want her to suffer any of the fears he had when first becoming famous. Next, he knew they were friends.

But now...his mind went back to the first night they hung out and she had laughingly admitted that he was her celebrity crush.

"I am?" Avery asked, smiling at the blush forming on her face.

"Yeah." She lowered her eyes.

"Does this mean you have posters of me in your bedroom?" He teased.

"Maybe." She covered her face. "I'm just going to shut up now."

If only he had taken the chance of seeing what could be between them. Maybe then Fiona wouldn't have stuck her, publicity wise, with Raleigh.

Was it truly fake?

Avery thought back to the times he had caught the two of them away from the crowds and cameras. The secret smiles between them. The tender way Raleigh would hold her. The heated away from prying eyes kisses. Cadence's glow after spending time with the notorious bad boy.

Is she in love with Raleigh?

"Avery?"

He blinked and focused on her. "Yes, love."

She smiled at him. "I think we've done enough soul searching tonight on this song." She winked at him. "Zoning out is always a sign that the ideas have reached their daily limit."

"Thank you for tonight." Avery moved closer to her. He tentatively tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "You have been the source of inspiration I have needed for a while now."

She hugged him tight. "Anything for my favorite mentor." She waved goodnight and disappeared out the door.

***************

Later that night, both men were in their respective apartments thinking of her.

Each bombarded with thoughts of how to easily move out of their current, questionable state and be with her in truth.

To Avery, she had become his muse. A person he could trust with any thought he had. They would shine in their images as the king and queen of pop while being down to earth in their private lives. Their nights would be spent in each other’s arms, stargazing with whisperings of their feelings.

To Raleigh, she was a mixture of passion and peace. A person that met each need he had for a significant other. She would be the angel to smooth out his rough edges. Allow him to be whatever he needed to be instead of what was expected. Together they would be that rare love story that lasted until the end of time.

But who did Cadence prefer?

Who had a chance to be the one she wrote love songs for? That she proudly walked down the red carpets with? The one she would give her heartfelt thanks to when she won awards?

They both wished for some sort of miracle of their angel of music coming to their door and relieving their misery, confessing she loved him and no other.

*************

Blocks away, Cadence was rereading a message from Fiona.

Tomorrow night, you will end your fake relationship with Raleigh. It ‘s become a boring story to the fans.

She blinked back tears. "End it?" She sniffed. "I'll be free to be with who I want."

A flurry of butterflies began to swirl in her stomach as she thought of confessing her true feelings to the man she had fallen in love with.

What if he doesn't feel the same? Why would he? I'm a nobody compared to him. Just music's newest singer. He's...

She forced herself to stop going down that deep rabbit hole of thoughts.

"Tomorrow night, I will tell him." She decided in the darkness. "By midnight, Raleigh will know my heart truly fell for him."

[koko-heads]

some of my favourite screenshots <3

+ this because i just found it funny

[peachycrxmes]

Yon González (I found out who he is) is the only valid faceclaim for Raleigh Carrerra.

I mean look at him...😍Now, I'm obsessed

I've fallen in love..... again 💗

This picture screams ✨RALEIGH CARRERRA ✨

[omgjasminesimone]

#3 for Raleigh and MC 💫

From my Fall Prompts

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Avery’s easy grin slips from his face as he spots Raleigh and Cadence. “This doesn’t surprise me from you, Raleigh, but you too love?” Avery complains to Cadence as he takes in their costumes.

Raleigh smirks, wrapping an arm around Cadence. “How could we come to your Halloween party as anything other than music’s hottest new couple, Jayvery?” He runs a hand through his blonde wig in an uncanny impression of Avery on stage, and the British pop star has to stifle a chuckle.

“In my defense, it was Raleigh’s idea. I wanted to be Danny and Sandy from Grease.” Cadence defends, grinning apologetically at Avery.

“Consider it payback for that Last Call impersonation, Wilshere.” Raleigh explains.

“That was all in good fun. This feels like a personal attack. You know how hard this Jaylen Riaz showmance has been on me. We can’t all be so lucky to get set up with the incomparable Cadence Dorian.” Avery tosses a little flirty wink at Cadence at the end.

“I was starting to feel a little bad before you started flirting with my girlfriend.” Raleigh retorts.

“Ooh, still touchy about all my posters up on Cadence’s walls?” Avery playfully prods.

“Be nice boys.” Cadence warns. She turns to Raleigh. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want to come with?”

Raleigh grins, “Of course babe. Avery Wilshere would never send his beloved Jaylen off to the bar unattended.”