Black Widow

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

She told herself Nikki deserved it. Told herself over and over again as perfect nails were chipped and ruined on the lock she fiddled with. Had spent a lot of time planning this. Until she knew exactly when the halls would be empty for the longest amount of time. Give her the privacy and space she needed to ruin one of the perfect twin princesses.

Hell, if she went about things the right way, she’d ruined both of them.

However, she hadn’t factored in Jon Moxley.

The press of fingers into her lower back had her hitching her breath and eyes impossibly wide. Only relaxing a fraction at the rumble of a voice she knew a little too well now. A voice that followed her into dreams and nighttime fantasies. Had her pressing unoccupied hand to her mouth so as not to be heard through the motel’s thin walls.

April turned her head and leaned in slightly, her eyelashes brushing Jon’s cheek as she looked up. Would he tell on her? Would he even care what she was doing? It wasn’t anything to do with him, so she didn’t see why he would care, but…

“You gonna punish me, Jon? Tell me I’ve been a bad girl?”

Jon didn’t care. Could see what April had in store for the Queen Bee and felt amusement coiling up in his gut at the image of her screaming once it happened. Amusement because knocking people off of high horses was something worth taking pride in. Much like catching girls up to no good. Catching April being every bit the bad girl she was tempting him to call her. Fingers still pressed at the small of her back, now, joined by the sudden force of his palm folded flush. Nudging her into the locker she’d intended to defile while forcing the half-step inward to pin her there with his own body. No one to blame but herself… teasing looks culminating to the moment and his relinquished restraint.

“Think ‘m gonna need ‘t give you a pat down… make sure you ain’t causin’ no trouble.” His voice still low, both hand roaming the slender hips in front of him, gripping for emphasis before digging nails just above the waist of a skirt he’d half a wonder to ask how she’d not gotten in trouble for. High enough his imagination didn’t need go far to draw the remainder of the picture. High enough it wouldn’t be a chore to get under it. “Have you spread em right here in the hallway…”

For all of the trouble April was primed to cause… Jon was willing to match it tenfold.

Nose burying in her hair, inhaling loud enough to show an intent for her to note it, his touch ran higher over ribs, grazing the rim of a bra he’d dreamt of removing with his teeth alone. Amongst other things. “Always bein’ such a bad girl…” He didn’t need to make the accusation. He hadn’t needed to corner her and molded so tight against her, either. But the brush of lips to the shell of her ear before teeth nipped in punctuation made the moment worth it. Made his skipping out on his exam seem an even better idea than it had been initially. “You deserve t’ be punished, don’t y’…”

But she didn’t shove him away.

Trapped between the locker and Jon’s body, but April was more than happy to be there. And she knew how this dance went by now. A slight smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she pushed her ass back against his groin. Slid nimble fingertips along his arms and palms pressing over much larger hands. Encouraging them not to stop at the edge of her bra and move up to cup lace covered breasts.

“And if I confess to my crimes, will you be more lenient?”

The opposite of what she wanted. April wanted everything Jon had to offer and more. Weeks verging on months of this strange dance around each other. He liked her. April knew when boys liked her. But he never took that last step. Right now it looked like that step had turned into a leap.

Teeth nipping at her ear caused her to shiver, her own teeth sinking into her lower lip. April had wanted to play it cool, pretend like the boy currently pressed up against her hadn’t been the star of her fantasies for weeks. But he was close and warm and his hands felt strong. Her smirk tugging a little more at her lips as she moved her feet a little further apart.