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#and then they grow closer to the point where they’re flirting while like. some jackass is shooting at people right behind them
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Can’t decide what’s funnier- Benoit Blanc meeting his husband during a high stakes murder mystery or Benoit Blanc meeting his husband at like, the grocery store
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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years
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FFT: do i look lonely; jeff hardy
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As previously mentioned... I may have a slight teeny tiny.. itty bitty.. thing.. for Jeff Hardy. And when this came to me on the main from @kyleoreillysknee​ I had to do this idea when it hit. And naturally, I was not about to leave this off my wrestling fanfiction blog uh, duh? 
Summary:
Cheyenne is out at a bar and she’s dealing with a drunken idiot. Enter Jeff who basically tells the guy to gtfo. which of course, leads to Cheyenne and Jeff talking to each other and getting a little cozy.
Pairing:
Jeff Hardy x OFC, Cheyenne
Warnings:
alcohol tw - cos they’re at a bar, rude asshole drunk guy, flirting and fluff.
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“You don’t have to sit over here all sullen and moody, Cheyenne.” Lita was by her side, trying to give her the subtlest nudge towards the inside of the bar. Cheyenne didn’t want to step foot inside. Truth be told, she didn’t want to be on the deck of the bar either, but here she was.
… Might as well make the most of it, Lita was nice enough to invite me on her date with Edge… and bearing that thought in mind, Cheyenne plastered on her most polite smile and urged her new friend to go back inside to her boyfriend.
“Edge said he’d call Christian..”
“No. No, no. No. I’m not.. I mean that’s sweet but he’s just not my type?” Cheyenne took a deep breath and nodded to the stage where some pop punk cover band was setting up. “If it’s okay, I think I’d rather stay out here. You know I’m not the biggest fan of heavy crowds and just going in through there to come out here kind of had me skittish..” she gave Lita a pleading look and Lita mulled it over. “Okay, but be careful, kid. Don’t leave your drink unattended. If you do, do not drink it. If you need me or you wanna go or anything.. Text me, please?”
“Lita, I’m not an actual child. I’m not that much younger than you.”
“You’re sheltered though. And given that I practically had to beg your mom to let you sign with the company in the first place…” Lita cringed at the thought of having to deal with Cheyenne’s loving but oh so very overprotective mother if anything were to happen to Cheyenne while she was on the road.
Cheyenne pouted and then sighed and nodded, giving her friend a sheepish smile. “Okay, alright, just go! Tonight is Valentines, you need to be inside there, with your man. Not trying to play mother hen with me.”
Lita eyed her friend and reluctantly, she turned and went inside, leaving Cheyenne to sit there, staring off into the distance. It was better than watching all the happy couples around her.
The band launched into a warm up set and it was all Cheyenne could do not to stand and jump over the half wall surrounding the patio of the bar and just bolt for her life. They weren’t the worst but… They definitely were not the best. She couldn’t believe Lita was putting her ears through all this for Edge, if she were to be perfectly honest.
“To each their own, I guess?” Cheyenne mused to herself as she waved over a drink server and placed an order. While she was busy doing that, she didn’t notice the guy lingering nearby, staring a hole through her practically. Until she turned and gave the guy an awkward wave trying to passively point out that his staring was making her uncomfortable.
He seemed to think that naturally, any interaction on her part meant she was desperate or lonely and it was his duty as a man to come over and talk. Just the thought had her rolling her eyes and bracing herself for not only now having her ears blasted with whatever this band called themselves doing, but having to find the best way to politely get the man sitting near her to leave her alone.
“I was kind of waiting on someone.”
“I can sit here til they get here. Pretty lil thing like you doesn’t need to be alone.”
... and you’re gonna save me from what, exactly? Because you’re literally the exact kind of man I prefer to avoid… the thought came but for once, Cheyenne didn’t say it. She could smell the booze on the guy and she didn’t want to risk it.
Or put him on his ass and get thrown out.
XXX
Jeff wandered the sidewalk aimlessly. It was one of those restless nights for him, so he figured he’d go do some sightseeing, maybe he’d find a bar and have a few drinks.
… maybe you’ll find the bar Edge took Lita and Cheyenne to… maybe you’ll casually bump into her and maybe this time, it won’t be a total failure… the thought took hold and Jeff found himself standing on the sidewalk, jade-colored eyes scanning in front of him and glancing back behind him. It was while he was doing this that he happened to spot her.
Or at least, he hoped it was her.
Was it bad that he was so into Cheyenne that he knew her by the back of her head? Jeff shrugged the thought from his mind. Then he happened to catch a glimpse of the bored expression on her face as delicate fingers drummed impatiently on top of the table. The man next to her was going on and on and on and he could practically feel the tension radiating off of Cheyenne from where he stood on the sidewalk below.
There was only one logical thing to do and Jeff Hardy did it. He scaled the half wall, clearing his throat from behind Cheyenne. Cheyenne jumped a little but turned around, her cheeks heating in a pale pink flush under Jeff’s intent and fond gaze. The corners of his mouth turned upwards in that cocky lopsided smile and Cheyenne bit her lip, fidgeting a little in her chair.
“This seat’s taken.”
“Yeah, if you mean by me, then sweet.” Jeff stood up, shoulders squared, doing everything he could to make himself seem like a threat to this stranger who was apparently making Cheyenne so tense. The guy wasn’t moving and Jeff stepped closer. “Am I not makin myself clear or somethin? I basically just told ya to get lost.”
“Jeff.” Cheyenne coaxed, her fingers curling around his wrist. The man stared him down and chuckled, nodding to Cheyenne. “Hey, if you wanna take a cold lay tonight, go ahead man.”
Jeff gave a quiet growl and shoved at the other man, putting his back against a palm tree. “A hint for the future, jackass.. If a woman looks like she’d rather be lit on fire than talk to ya, maybe just fuck off. And when a guy shows up and they obviously know one another, the polite thing to do is leave. Unless you just particularly enjoy pain.”
Having said his piece, he let the other guy go, sending him to the deck in a heap. Jeff sprawled down in his chair, legs spread, hands interlocked behind his head. “God, do I hate me an asshole.”
Cheyenne gave a soft laugh and took a deep breath.
Now maybe if Edge were offering to text Jeff, Cheyenne found herself thinking, maybe I’d have been interested. She held out her drink to him and he took it, chuckling when he realized there wasn’t even a hint of alcohol, it was literally just Sprite with cherries floating around in it.
Jeff cringed as the lead singer of the band hit a particularly bad high note and he shook his head. “Sounds like a bag full of dyin cats up there.”
“Exactly? I mean for fucks sake… What is this music, even?” Cheyenne laughed as she took her red cup back from Jeff and took a sip of her own, reaching in to pluck a cherry out with her fingers, raising it to her lips. As she chewed the fruit thoughtfully, Jeff watched her. The way the string lights and paper lanterns overhead washed her face in brilliant hues of red and orange and blues and purples. The way the light reflected off of her Doors concert tee shirt. He nodded to the shirt and in lieu of an ice breaker, he remarked casually, “That’s a good band, darlin.”
“Oh god, yes. The best.”
“ I know how to play a couple of their songs. Prefer writin my own though.”
Cheyenne bit her lip and swallowed hard because it was becoming crystal clear that Lita was… absolutely right about her. She had a clearly defined type.
And Jeff Hardy happened to fit that type like a glove. … obviously that’s why I have such a huge thing for him.. the thought came and went and Cheyenne found herself scooting a little closer, staring up at him as he launched into some crazy story about a time he’d done a talent show back in his hometown and his pants fell on stage and then his guitar string broke in the same set.
Jeff realized she was staring and he started to apologize, thinking his rambling was only boring her further, but she shook her head and giggled softly, leaning in a little more, shifting her entire body to face him. “No, no… Don’t stop.”
… if you say you can listen to him all night long… don’t you fucking dare embarrass yourself… and almost as if by default, the second she opened her mouth, the very thing that came out after urging him not to stop was a particularly brazen “ you realize your accent is a panty dropper, right?”
And yes, she automatically put her head down on top of her arms and groaned quietly at her actually saying it aloud. Jeff chuckled to himself and took the opportunity while she had her head down to lean in a little and mutter next to her ear, “See, darlin.. when you say things like that.. Kind of gets me all sorts of curious.”
She gasped as his mouth brushed right against her earlobe and sat up in her chair. “Oh? Well then, what are you curious about, hm?”
Jeff leaned in, that cocky and lopsided grin only growing a little more. “More than you can ever answer for me in one night, darlin.. But, we can start workin on that by getting outta here..” his fingertip rested against her lower lip and he gave a quiet chuckle when it quivered at the touch and she sucked in a sharp breath. “And I can take ya somewhere quiet… We’ll watch the stars. I can even play you a song if you want me to.”
She leaned in even closer. “What are we waiting on, Jeff?”
“Nothin at all, darlin. Anytime you’re ready.” Jeff stood and held out his hand. Cheyenne took hold of it and he pulled her up, scooping her into his arms as they found a back way out of the little bar….
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alwaysanotherooc · 7 years
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Can you do a quinn x mc angst relationship ask, if you're still doing it?
YES. I WILL ALWAYS. I love Quinn so much, oh my go. Thank you for this, lol. Send me a Choices couple and I’ll answer angsty questions! 
Do they have a lot of arguments? Hardly, Quinn and MC almost NEVER fight, but when they do it’s because Quinn won’t let MC fuss over her when her disease is acting up, and Quinn feels smothered by MC.
Who apologizes first, and in what way? MC apologizes first for overstepping their boundaries, but Quinn apologizes immediately after for being so stubborn.
Who has more insecurities? MC, definitely. They think Quinn is too good for them. Quinn isn’t much better, she’s afraid MC will leave her for someone who’s ‘whole’.
Who gets more riled up? MC. It takes a hell of a lot to make Quinn angry, because she’s usually very calm and quiet about most things.
How do they hide their pain when they’re upset? Quinn is very used to hiding when she’s in pain, from doing it her whole life in front of her parents, so she hides it under smiles and being extra kind to other people. MC hides their pain by acting like everything is completely fine no matter what, because MC is a fake it til you make it kind of person.
Who tries to make up first? MC, but Quinn is right there with them.
Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? I…don’t really think so. I think they’d still be the type to go to sleep in the same bed after an argument, but I don’t think they’d be interested in having sex.
Do they hold grudges? Neither of them would be good about that sort of thing, they feel really intense anger during the argument but if flares out almost immediately. 
Is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed? I think the only thing that could tear them apart is if MC broke it off during an argument, I think both of them are very aware that nothing outside themselves can hurt their relationship.
If something already happened to tear them apart, what would make them come back together? Well yeah, obviously, when MC gets their head on straight and realizes they acted like a jackass. It’d take some major appeasing, but Quinn would take them back.
What’s their favorite pastime when they’re upset? Baking. It’s Quinn’s happy place, and baking with her always makes MC feel more at ease too, because if Quinn’s happy, then they are too. It’s just how it works.
Who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)? MC it’s Diego, for Quinn it would either also be Diego or it would be Michelle and Grace and Estela, I picture the four girls growing extremely close both on and after the island.
Is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other? Nope, not at all. Quinn loves talking about how she feels about MC, and she makes it easy for MC to talk about how they feel about her.
Who grieves more when the other is away? Quinn. She’s a very emotionally based person, she feels everything very keenly and deeply.
Who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more? Quinn can hardly keep MC off of her mind at any point, but when they’re arguing, it’s MC who can’t stop thinking about her. Quinn usually tries to focus on literally anything else.
Do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? Quinn probably has a necklace or a charm bracelet that MC gave them as a ‘We Escaped Murder Island, Yay’ gift that she holds near and dear to her heart, and when she and MC are fighting she’ll unconsciously touch it a lot. MC wears one of Quinn’s ponytail bands around their wrist, and they can’t stop twisting it every time they think about her.
Who cries more? Quinn, but it’s a very close tie. They cry a little more than the average couple during a fight.
Do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house? Oh God, yes. Quinn leaves her stuff ALL OVER MC’s apartment before they move in together, and MC loves seeing her things in with theirs.
Do they tease each other while in a fight (whether it be with themselves or just general teasing)? When they’re fighting there’s no playful element to it, but when they’re not fighting, they tease each other all the time. They’re constantly flirting, they never stop.
Do either of them have any vices? I really don’t think so.
What’s the thing they miss most about each other? MC misses Quinn’s smile, and Quinn misses the way MC holds her.
What’s their go-to breakup/angst song? For MC it’s ‘Hello’ by Adele, for Quinn, it’s ‘Lost Boy’ by Troye Sivan. 
Who’s more jealous? Neither one is very jealous. They got through the island just fine and they know how much they love one another. And also, they know the other isn’t going to leave them for someone who didn’t share that horrible experience with them, and all their friends are taken, so…
Who is the first to forgive? Quinn, as MC is the one who apologizes first.
What’s the one deal breaker for either of them (lack of communication, fear of commitment, etc)? Quinn and MC are totally devoted to each other, but sometimes Quinn gets really freaked out by how much MC loves her, and she’s still worried that one day she’ll die and leave them all alone, so she doesn’t want to take their relationship a step further, to the eternal frustration of MC.
Who would take longer to let go? They’re both pretty good at letting go.
Which is more afraid of confrontation? Quinn, she HATES confrontation, it reminds her of the island and that’s never a good thing.
Who’s the first to distance themselves (if either)? Quinn, she’s afraid of hurting the MC.
Who’s more patient? MC. They’ll wait forever for Quinn to realize they’re never leaving her, for her to be ready to take more steps forward in their relationship.
Who’s the first to blame themselves? MC. After the island, they take everything awful that happens to their friends and blame themselves for it, no matter if it’s their fault or not.
Who’s more likely to do something out of spite? I mean, neither of them, but Quinn is much less likely to do something to spite someone.
Who would be the first to say they hate the other? Neither of them would ever say anything like that to the other one. After the island, they’re aware that anything they say to one another could be the Very Last Thing, and they’d never be able to live with themselves if the Very Last Thing they told the other one was ‘I hate you’.
Who worries more? MC. They’re constantly worried about Quinn. She’s more happy-go-lucky.
What scent reminds them of the other? Quinn smells like vanilla and strawberries, and MC smells like sandalwood.
Do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)? Quinn still regrets not ‘being able’ to keep her parents together. MC regrets not keeping everyone safer on the island. Any of them getting hurt in any way shape or form was too much in MC’s opinion.
Who’s quicker to walk away if a situation gets heated? Quinn. She’ll want to walk away and let their tempers settle down, MC would want to settle the argument immediately. 
Who is more prone to anger? MC by default, Quinn isn’t prone to anger at ALL.
Who cries more in an argument? Quinn would, at first, I think but her crying would make MC cry too.
Does it take a lot for it to get to the point of yelling? Oh yeah. Whenever they fight it’s always days or even weeks in the making.
Who sleeps on the couch after an argument? MC. They wanna give Quinn space when she asks for it.
Who’s more likely to protect the other? MC. They’ve been doing it since Day 1 on the island, they’re not about to stop.
If one of them gets injured, who worries more? MC worries CONSTANTLY about Quinn, and every time she so much as stubs her toe, MC has horrible flashbacks to the island and seeing her hurt.
Who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm? Quinn’s scared of MC dying, but MC has nightmares and, once while sick and hopped up on NyQuil, hallucinations about visions of Quinn dying, her Idol, and watching her being dragged to the bottom of the ocean by vines, the shadow of something huge swimming closer and closer.
Who ends up yelling first? Quinn, she’ll snap at MC and then all hell will break loose.
Who would be more likely to save who? MC. Are you kidding?
Who stays up at night brooding? Also MC. They can’t stop going over the argument again and again and again, guilt eating them up inside.
Who has more dreams/nightmares about the other? MC has a lot of nightmares about everyone from their experiences on the island, but they have the most about Quinn.
Who comforts who after a bad dream/event? They’re both there for each other, Quinn wraps herself around MC and starts humming after a bad dream, the soft sound bringing them back into the present, where they’re all safe and warm and happy. MC will pull Quinn in for a hug and let her know they’re there, for whatever she needs them to do.
Do they think about each other a lot? They usually can’t stop thinking about each other, lol.
If one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? MC would be the one to come back to Quinn. It’d be a very happy reunion.
THIS WAS AWESOME! I love delving into the characters like this.
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bastardnev · 7 years
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Books And Boyfriends
hey so. i like college aus. @cruisingforcruiserweights​ likes college aus. so naturally the only thing to do was to ~c o l l a b o r a t e~ and create THIS mess
(and yes, we realize that the title is a little corny, but we really don’t care 🌽)
(ALSO: crossposted from ao3)
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wade Barrett/Pac | Adrian Neville, Austin Aries/Pac | Adrian Neville, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Wade Barrett, Pac | Adrian Neville, Austin Aries, Bobby Roode, Zack Ryder, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Mature rating is for future chapter(s) Summary: They should really be studying, but unfortunately, the solutions to relationship problems can rarely be found in books... not that they were reading them anyway.
Wade was supposed to be working. His professor had handed out a group assignment and was expecting it to be completed by the end of that class. Zack, his partner, was in the process of searching through his notes to find the answers to the questions, and Wade should be doing the same. He should be concentrating. And to his credit, he was.
Just not on the right thing.
Wade was focused on something on the other side of the room. From where he sat, he could see Neville, hunched over his notebook and flipping through the pages. He was focused, clearly in his element. What a fucking nerd. Wade thought fondly to himself. And sitting next to him was his class partner for the day… Austin Aries.
Christ, fucking Aries. He was probably one of the douchiest people that Wade ever had the misfortune of knowing. He tried to get along with him for Neville’s sake (since Neville was so keen on ‘giving him a chance’, and Wade knew damn well that telling Neville ‘no’ was practically impossible for him), but more often than not they were at each other’s throats. Him and Roode were some of the most annoying people on campus.
Good God, Roode. Aries’ little sidekick. He wasn’t in this class, thank God, but he could always been seen with Aries outside of it. How they even got to know each other was a mystery to Wade -– and he wasn’t really interested in finding out –- but they were perfect for each other in all the wrong ways. Both obnoxious, both a little sleazy, and both a thorn in Wade’s side.
Although he had to admit, Roode wasn’t nearly as much of a pain as Aries was. He was a jackass, but he wasn’t as bad. He was slightly more tolerable. There was something about Aries, however, that just rubbed him the wrong way, and Wade knew exactly what it was.
He had the most obvious crush on Neville.
He was never subtle with his flirting. Wade couldn’t remember the last time he and Neville arrived to class and Aries wasn’t totally eyeing him up. Sometimes there would even be a little comment along with the ogling. Just thinking about some of the things that he was probably saying while he and Neville were paired up for the day was enough to make Wade’s skin crawl.
Oh, and just what was Aries doing now? Neville looked to be having some trouble finding what he was looking for, but luckily his ‘partner’ was right there to help him out. He leaned in far too close for Wade’s liking and pointed out the answer on the page, his hand coincidentally brushing against Neville’s in the process. Their faces were practically touching, and Wade was waiting for Neville to back away, but he… didn’t. He just smiled. Wade felt like he was going to puke.
“Wade!” Wade was brought back to reality by the sound of Zack calling his name, a shake to his arm accompanying his voice. “Are you listening to me?”
“I never am,” he replied bluntly.
“That’s true,” Zack sighed with a roll of his eyes. “I answered one of the questions. Now it’s your turn. Can you please focus?”
“Focus? Yeah, I can do that.” That was a lie. Wade snatched the worksheet from Zack and read the question he was given. Luckily, it was one that he knew pretty well, so he didn’t have to do much searching to find the answer.
As he was scribbling down his response, his eyes flicked up from the page towards Neville and Aries again. God, and now Neville was laughing at something he had said. Was it really that funny? Was Aries’ cheap, dirty humor really enough to amuse Neville that much? There’s no way. No fucking way.
Wade put the paper down on the desk a little more forcefully than he intended, looking to Zack. “Can I ask you something real quick?”
“What’s up?”
“This might seem like a random question, but I need you to answer me honestly.”
“You know I always do, bro.”
“Alright then, who do you like better, me or Aries?”
“I–what?” Zack’s brow furrowed. He clearly hadn’t expected a question like that. “That’s… an interesting thing to ask. Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?”
“Just answer me.”
“Well… you, of course.” Zack shrugged. “I’ve known you for years. Austin and I have barely spoken since the start of the semester.” He lowered his voice. “If we’re being honest, you’re much nicer.”
“So you like me better, huh?” Wade glared across the room again. “If I’m more likeable, then why the hell does Neville seem to like him more than me?”
“Wait, wait, this is about Neville?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “Christ, just look at them…”
Zack followed Wade’s gaze. It looked like Aries had backed off, at least for now. He was now leaning back in his seat. “So what? What are they doing that’s so bad?” He clearly didn’t seem to think this was a big deal.
“Aries is acting like a total creep! He was so close to Nev before…” The smug look on Aries’ face made it obvious that he knew exactly what he was doing–that he knew damn well that Wade was watching all of this unfold and growing more and more annoyed by the second. What a scumbag. “And he was saying some stupid shit to him before, too. Making him laugh.”
“So?”
“So?” Wade repeated.
“That’s what I said. Bro, are you worried that Nev is replacing you with Austin or something? Because you know he’d never do that.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“You’ve known each other for awhile now, haven’t you? Hell, you got closer to him faster than you did to me, and I’ve known you since grade school! Just because he’s making friends with someone else doesn’t mean he’s replacing you.”
“Are you sure that they’re… just friends?”
“Ooh, is that your main concern?” Zack clicked his tongue. “You’re worried that Nev might start dating him?”
“He deserves better than a slimeball like him. He deserves to be with someone who will actually treat him right and not constantly drool over him like he’s eye candy. Someone like…” Me. “…I don’t know, just not Aries.”
“You really care about him, don’t you?”
“Of course I do. I worry that there’s no one out there good enough for my little Nev, y'know what I mean?” Except for me. "I’m like a concerned parent.“ Wade tried to joke about the situation, but it didn’t help him feel any better.
“Well…” Zack sighed, taking the worksheet and starting to read the next question. As he searched through his notes, he continued, “I know how you feel. I’ve had friends who pretty much stopped talking to me after they started dating someone. It sucks that they seem to drop all their friendships in favor of this one person. But I really don’t think you need to worry. Nev’ll be fine. He won’t do anything stupid.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah. He’s a good guy. If he and Aries actually do get together–key word, if–then he won’t abandon you or the rest of us. Now, can we please get back to focusing on the work? I understand that you’re worried, but we’ve got stuff to do.”
“If you insist…” It was nice to get Zack’s input, but Wade still felt uneasy. His issues with Neville and Aries getting together went beyond worrying about being replaced. He knew the type of person that Aries was. There was no way he was going to treat Neville the way he deserved to be treated. Neville was his best friend. He deserved more than to constantly be on the receiving end of inappropriate jokes.
Wade knew he had to act. There was a chance he would miss his opportunity to confess his own feelings. If he didn’t say anything soon, then there was a possibility that he would never be able to.
He needed to let Neville know how he really felt.
And he would be damned if he let some douchebag fratboy try and stop him.
———
As soon as the clock hit 5pm, signalling the end of the period (and the end of the day for Wade in particular), said douchebag fratboy excused himself, but not before he had leaned in to whisper one last remark in Neville’s ear. 
He tilted his head to one side in order to flash Wade a knowing smirk as he did so, clearly taking great pleasure in taunting him, leaving Wade seething as he made his way over to Neville’s desk once he had gone, and wondering what it was that he had said to make Neville turn so red in the face.
“You okay?” he asked, having to resist the temptation to demand to know what it was that Aries had been so keen to keep from him.
“Yeah!” Neville replied a little too quickly, as he busied himself with packing away his books.
Dammit, Wade. He thought to himself as he waited patiently for the other. You better think of something quick, or you’re going to lose him.
“So, you got any plans for the weekend?” Neville asked Wade as they exited the classroom, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. “You’re done for the week, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, thank Christ.” Wade breathed a sigh of relief. He was lucky enough to avoid having any classes on Fridays, a luxury that most of his friends unfortunately didn’t have.
“Lucky. I wish I didn’t have to come in tomorrow. You’ll be sleeping late and doing fun shit while I’ll be here slowly dying of boredom…” Neville began to make his way down the hallway.
“Oh, come on, you’re acting like you have no free time.” Wade followed and nudged him with his elbow. “You have Mondays off, which I don’t. And besides, aren’t Fridays your shortest days? You’re done by, like, two. That’s nothing.”
“Yes, but I start at eight!” Neville complained. “I don’t care how early I’m done. I’m waking up at practically the crack of dawn.”
“Whatever you say, Nev.” Wade shoved his hands in his pockets. He was used to him complaining about silly things, somehow it never seemed irritating when he did it, he always managed to find some way to sound endearing even when he was bitching about nothing in particular. “Anyway, I don’t really have much planned, but that could change…” he hesitated for a moment, before finally thinking ‘Fuck it’, and pushing himself to make the first move. “Maybe you and I could do something?”
“Oh? Like what?” Neville seemed to perk up, giving Wade hope that all was not lost, just yet.
“We could just go hang out somewhere once you finish up? Whatever you’re in the mood for is fine with me.”
“Well I’ll probably be tired as hell and desperately in need of a nap after my grueling day, but I can force myself to stay awake if it means spending time with you.” Neville grinned, shooting him a wink.
“You’re so dramatic,” Wade quipped, a smile beginning to creep across his face before suddenly freezing up, stopping in his tracks. Neville followed suit, quirking an eyebrow up at him.
“What the hell are you doing? You okay?”
Wade didn’t pay attention to what Neville was saying. He was more focused on who was standing not too far away from them by the front exit to the building, arms crossed and leaning against the wall. He was the last person who Wade wanted to see at that moment.
Roode.
Wade knew exactly what was going to happen if he and Neville made their way towards this exit. It happened all the damn time: Roode would stand around where he knew they would be and serve as a lookout of sorts. Then he’d tip off Aries (who was never too far off) and they’d swoop in with their usual brand of douchebaggery.
Any plans that Wade and Neville had made would always end up falling through because these bastards would always propose something ‘cooler’ that ‘all of them’ (translation: only Aries and Neville, as Roode would conveniently have something he ‘needed to do’ and Wade would much rather chew broken glass than go anywhere with them) could do instead. Wade gave them credit for even inviting him along in the first place, but he knew it wasn’t out of the kindness of their hearts or anything. It was because they wanted to rub the fact that he would be alone in his face, Neville choosing them over him.
“Not again…” Wade grumbled under his breath, glaring daggers in Roode’s direction. He quickly looked to Neville, putting a hand on his shoulder and spinning him around before leading him back the way they came. “Y’know what? I actually parked my car in the lot closest to the other exit. It makes much more sense to go out that way instead, don’t you think?”
“What?” Neville was even more confused. “Wade, you got a parking spot in the front. I remember you gloating about it to me earlier before class. Why are we going this way?”
“Well, uh… we need the exercise.” He continued to push Neville away, looking back over his shoulder to see if Roode had noticed their quick escape. It didn’t look like he did. He didn’t seem to notice that they were there. If anything, he looked a little annoyed, like he was growing fed up with waiting. What a dumbass… Wade breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them made their way around to the side exit, continuing to throw ideas for hang-out activities back and forth as they walked, all the while Wade feeling quite proud of his ability to escape the trap laid by the duo that had come to be known as the ‘Dirty Heels’ around campus.
I mean seriously, how the hell do you even earn a name like that, and who on earth would be proud of that achievement? Wade told himself that he didn’t wantto know, but still found himself conjuring up images in his mind, each more debauched and heinous than the last.
His sense of triumph didn’t last long, unfortunately, as despite his certainty that Aries couldn’t have been far from where Roode had been guarding the front exit, they turned a corner only to find themselves face-to-face with the sleezeball himself. 
Had this been his plan all along? To force them down a less crowded corridor, to lie in wait for an ambush? They’re evolving. Wade found himself screaming internally.
Aries flashed them both a grin and pushed his aviator shades back up the bridge of his slightly crooked nose with a forefinger. If only I had been the one to break his stupid nose. Wade thought as he forced himself to smile in return, for Neville’s sake, who had already greeted him with far more enthusiasm than Wade was capable of in this situation.
“Hey! I thought you had to run? Something terribly important you had to attend to, as I recall?” Neville remarked, eyeing the stack of papers that Aries was holding at his side with curiosity.
“Oh, it was, I assure you.” Aries replied, presenting Neville with what appeared to be a flier, featuring several gaudy typefaces advertising a frat party, printed on alternating fluorescent pink and green paper. “Hot off the presses, quite literally.” His gaze was fixed firmly on Neville, with not even an attempt to disguise his disinterest in including Wade in their conversation.
He gestured in the direction of the door that he had just exited, one of the many entrances into the main campus library, “Just had a couple hundred copies made, you think that’ll be enough?” he asked with mock-indecision.
“I’m sure that will be fine.” Neville replied with a laugh, how he managed to find anything that came out of that moron’s mouth amusing, Wade had absolutely no clue.
“Gimme one, then.” he piped up, holding his hand out expectantly and doing his best attempt at an eager grin, which Aries saw right through almost immediately, clearly hesitant to do so, and only grudgingly handing one over in order to not appear spiteful in front of Neville.
“It starts at 9. You’re in, right Nev-Nev?” Aries continued, returning his full attention to Neville, causing Wade’s fake smile to immediately morph into a scowl.
‘Nev-Nev’? Who the hell does he think he is? Neville wasn’t some sort of pet.
“Of course-oh…” Neville trailed off as his eyes scanned the flier, before appearing to fall on the date printed in bold at the bottom. Wade scrutinised his own flier, and sure enough, it was tomorrow night, the same time as Wade had only moments ago suggested that Neville come over to his dorm to watch trashy horror movies. Goddammit.
Neville turned to look back at Wade, his expression wracked with guilt, as it always seemed to be when he felt like he was letting someone down. A feeling that Wade was fortunately unburdened by, when it came to Aries. “The thing is, we kinda already had plans…”
“Yeah, sorry man.” Wade stated, without a hint of actual remorse. “Though I’m sure you and Roode will find a way to have fun without us.” He smirked as he saw the other’s lip curl a little in irritation.
“That’s a shame.” Aries replied, in a very measured way that suggested he was doing his best to remain calm in the face of Wade’s taunts. How’s it feel being on the receiving end this time, fucker? “Only…” he took a step closer to Neville, reaching out with his free hand and placing it against the other’s arm, making one last ditch attempt to convince him, “…I was hoping to do this a little more privately, but well… I was wondering if you wanted to come along as my date, Nev?”
WHAT. NO. No no no no no no no no no no no-
Neville’s face had already gone bright red by the time Wade had fully comprehended what Aries had just said.
“Oh-!” Neville wasn’t exactly the most confident guy he knew, but Wade had never thought of him to be sort to fall for the ‘charms’ of someone like Aries. Could a few hollow compliments and the promise of drunken revelry really be that enticing to him?
Clearly it was, at least in some way, as a smile tugged at the corners of Neville’s mouth, a sight that almost tore Wade’s heart in two, as he nodded and murmured, “I’d like that…”
“Great!” Aries grinned triumphantly, leaning in to half-hug the other and place a kiss against his burning cheek. “I better go, gotta spread these like wildfire.” He held his stack of fliers high as if they were some sort of trophy. “See you there, Nev!” and with that, he head back off in the direction the two of them he had just come from.
Wade was left furiously glaring after him, his fists clenched in frustration, with his foul mood only worsening as the other paused for a moment, sensing Wade’s eyes on him, only to turn around and imitate a ‘jack off’ motion in his direction with his free hand and mouth the words “Go fuck yourself!” before he sneered, turned on his heels and disappeared down the corridor.
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