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Dancing Shoes - Chapter 2 (Biadore)

Adore step foot into the small oak shop, a quiet ding on the door causing the woman that Adore saw Tuesday to snap her head up, her loose curled hair swaying when the cold air entered, the coconut smell from Bianca’s hair combed her nostrils as she focused on the blurred figure in front of her. Bianca and Adore’s eyes connected for 5 seconds, until Adore was interrupted with the oak wood door with stained glass hit her in the shoulder, causing her to trip to the left, grabbing shoes that were neatly presented. Adore fell, like a damn idiot. She blushed furiously as she heard Bianca chuckle to herself, pushing her black long hair to the side to see Bianca run to her, containing a hysterical laugh between her tinted red lips.

“Are you okay there?” Bianca grabbed the shoes that fell, looking at a red Adore that tried relentlessly apologising only to be silenced by Bianca.

“It’s okay, I know its horrible weather out there. Come sit by the heater.” Bianca smiled, motioning to the little heater at the side of the shop, a wooden cushion bench positioned opposite.

Adore looked at the cosy shop around her then into Bianca’s warm honey like eyes, looking at them.and falling into them again. It was like a swimming pool of chocolate and Adore couldn’t resist coming back. Adore was eventually brought back to reality, snapping her head back a little as Bianca’s long legs stretched up to stand up, walking to her front desk where a customer waited patiently.

Adore whimpered at the embarrassing moment where a possibly mid 40-year-old man holding a pair of fluffy size 4 heels for his possible 6-year-old granddaughter who held a teddy bear that stared a little too much into Adores soul. With that, Adore stood up promptly dusting her boyfriend jeans. Bianca shifted her eyes quickly to Adore then smiled to the man handing him change. Adore smiled nervously as they walked out the door, staring a little too much at her still tomato face. The wind blew in her face as the door opened then turned yellow where the heater tinted the oak shop yellow.

“He had something up his ass,” Bianca checked the till checking the suspicious bill the man handed to her.

“I could tell.” Adore chuckled, nodding her head as she walked up to the till.

“Let me guess, you’re either an accountant,” Adore motioned her head to the ordered dollar bills. “A teacher,” Adore referenced them mass amounts of paperwork Bianca had in their first meeting. “Or just a normal shoe shop owner.”

Bianca looked at the orange glimmer her skin then back to her eyes, she smiled cracking and her dimples beaming. “You got two right.”

Adore looked up from her long lashes, puckering her lips. She observed a quick minute and thanked whoever brought Bianca here today for Adore to witness her beauty. “I never would have pegged you as an accountant.” Adore made the remark, smirking a little contently as she looked at the shoes on the self.

“I help run this shop with my friend Raja,” Adore cut of off quickly knowing that wasn’t all the answer. “But?” Bianca cackled, bringing her hand up to her lips. “But, in daytime, I’m a professor at NYU and a fashion designer.”

“Hot.” Adore blurted out, already feeling comfortable with Bianca already to joke around with her. It definitely was a weird feeling, it was nice but Adore couldn’t put her finger on why she was trusting this stranger, it certainly is weird, her mother would not be proud. In her mind, adore was freaking out.

This beautiful, nice looking lady who may be a little older than her was a professor at a university. How fucking cool is that? Adore already made the assumption she was highly intelligent, something adore thought she wasn’t. Bianca cackled a little louder leaning against the oak counter, observing Adores outfit choices a little more, getting the impression of a grunge and hippie vibe.

“This bitter old bitch? Never,” Bianca remarked whilst walking towards where Adore was standing. “How could I help you today?” Adore took her bag from her bag and ruffled about in it, holding the petit back on her ripped jean knee. There was an oof and ah from Adore until she pulled out a stingy old pair of tap shoes.

“These. These need an upgrade.”

“A barista and a dancer.” Bianca smiled a little, she never would have imagined Adore to be a dancer, she had imagined she would be a great dancer. The stage lights bouncing off her skin, her long hair whipping every time she turned.

“Tap dancer?”

“Tap, Ballet, Street. Y'know the normal things.” Adore chuckled, her eyes looking bright and starred as Bianca stared contently at Adore and her shoes. Bianca’s mind grew happier thinking about Adore dancing and loving the art and sport.

“I think I can find your something for you,” Bianca smiled, motioning Adore to the stock room, watching Adore falling behind like a lost puppy. “Got a competition coming up?” Bianca asked curiously, looking through the boxes stacked in the cold room.

“Kind of, my dance teacher suggested I needed new ones. I guess I was just holding back but I knew myself I needed new tap shoes. Oh, I like those red ones!” Adore shut her mouth up as soon as she mumbled a lot to the older women that could probably read her to filth.

Bianca just stopped to look at the shoes for a moment, going back to looking through the boxes. “What’s your size?” Bianca asked quickly, shocking Adore a little.

“Size, Uh um Size 6 and a half.” Adore nodded to herself watching the older woman stack a few boxes, and sorting a few untidy things in the stock room. The headed out to the normal shop. Does Bianca do this for all her customers?

“You go dancing school?”

“Yeah, Beyond Belief.”

“Oh, I know a teacher there, Alyssa Edwards?” Adore smiled at the mention of her teacher as she nodded to Bianca. “She’s one crazy bitch.”

“I second that.” Adore giggled into her small hand as Bianca grabbed 4 boxes in her hand for Adore to try on. Bianca sat on a small couch patting the seat beside her, Adore obliging quickly hoping it will bring them both closer. Bianca undid the laces of a black coloured tap shoes, shined to perfection and laced up, they were beautiful but Adore focused on Bianca’s reflection.

“So is tap your favourite kind of dance?” Bianca asked, genuinely curious.

“Not really, My friend Trixie is amazing at tap though. I like all of them, me and my friend Violet both do aerial lessons every Wednesday. I like that too.”

“Aerial, like burlesque?” Adore nodded as she felt Bianca’s eyes burn into her face, trying to figure out the girl. It was weird, but comforting.

“Try these on.” Bianca handed her the black shoes, Adore slipped them on then proceeded to shake her head, feeling like they’ll be a while yet but the warm, cinnamon aura surround the two that stole glimpses and giggles.

-

Adore decided on a burgundy pair of tap shoes that fit her feet perfectly and hit perfectly on the ground. Bianca had got a taste of a little tap when she was trying it against the wooden panel floor, and in her opinion, it was fantastic preview of 5 seconds. Bianca was at the till, Adore opposite as she took her ruined wallet put her bag, Bianca looking down briefly then to look up again.

“You are very talented at tap dancing,” Bianca smiled, putting the box in a small brown bag. “Good for a kid.” Adore giggled into her hand and smiled, clutching her wallet.

“My friend Trixie that I mentioned earlier, she is much better.”

“That’ll be $24.69 please.” Bianca popped open the small till, accepting the $10 and $5 bill Adore handed, counting the change.

“She even performs every Saturday at the bar downtown,” Adore smiled, picking the brown bag up gracefully. “I’m going to see her tonight.”

“Sounds lovely, I should drop by sometime.” Bianca leaned against the desk, feeling the desk between her.

“Sometime. Thank you so much again Bianca, I hope to speak soon.” Adore giggled lightly and waved at Bianca before exiting the door.

The bell ringed through Bianca’s ears and caused her smile to turn bigger and cheesier. “You’re welcome, dove.”

The last few moments replayed in Bianca’s head, making her head spin at an opportunity of a new friend.

An actual friend.

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This is my face (Duhlano from AQ) 😘

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Dancing Shoes Chapter 1 (Biadore) - Duhlano

Dancing Shoes

Click click, tap, click, tap.

“Quicker Delano, you’re behind the beat!”

Adore moved her feet faster, sweat beading off her forehead, slightly matting her freshly died blonde hair.

“You’re all behind, keep going.” The teacher clapped her hands, looking at the large room sized mirror that reflected back at Adore and the 6 other girls, wrapped in workout clothes and their faces concentrating on the benefits on not tripping in front of the spicy teacher that was on the breaking point with the class.

It was 8 weeks until the finals. Adore put her heart and soul into Dance School when she was 16, Adore  graduated quickly to goes to Beyond Belief dance school. She is now 18, and has the best fellow dance members and teachers in the world and couldn’t be any happier.

Adore wanted to pursue and spear head her dream as a famous dancer and tour the world, showing glimmering crowds how her skin moved delicately in the bright lights when she performed ballet. Or how her eyes lit up as she tap-danced. Or how her attitude would shine when she street danced.

Music made her feel some type of way. It completed her. It completed her that much that she moved all the way from her hometown Azusa to the busy New York.

Adores larger than life mother, Bonnie, wasn’t sure about the move but when Adore’s Australian-born best friend Courtney agreed to be her roommate, her mother whisked her daughter away with a smile on her face, dimples forming in her face as she knew her daughter made the right decision.

The silence and heaving breathing from her fellow dance mates brought Adore out of thought, looking at her shadowed friend Trixie, guzzling a bottle of water only to be snatched from another friend, Russian-born Katya. Adore giggled as she walked up to them, catching her breath.

“How do you think that was?” Adore breathed out, clutching her sweaty scalp. Katya started shook her head, her blonde waves bouncing. “Horrible, I’m much better at rhythmic.” She soon coughed once spoke, her mouth too dry to comprehend. Trixie nodded and attempted to talk only to be cut off by the teacher

“Adore.” The teacher put her hands on her hips, smiling contently.

“Yes, Miss Edwards.“ Adore grabbed a water bottle quickly, feeling the cool liquid soothing her burning throat.

"You are a little behind but I don’t blame you as you still at rhythmic and ballet to go over. I took a look at your tap shoes and they are slipping a little, there is this little shoe shop at 7th Auburn ave. I recommend to take a look this weekend while you’re off.” Miss Edwards smiled as Adore spoke a Thank you and Miss Edwards was off again going to an older age group class to talk to her best student, Laganja.

Katya raised her eyebrows, soon questioning why Miss Edwards asked to talk to her. Adore looked down at her tap shoes, looking at how run down they look, she’d need to pick up a few extra shifts in the next few days in the coffee shop for a bit of money.

Adore changed from the sweaty confinement of her clothes into her work clothes, preparing for a 4 hour shift.

-

It was 5.00pm and Adore had work for another hour. She was happy the day was nearly home, she could do with a lie down and watch Shrek or something. Adore was interrupted from her mental time-plan with a slight cough. Her head shoot straight up.

“Afternoon ma'am, what would you like today?” Adore chirped looking up from the till to get a good look at the customer.

The customer was a medium 5ft something height, a sharp black dress crossing her curves, and her mass hair tied up, showing a face Adore began to realise that was really beautiful. Her cheeks grew heat as she looked down again, playing with her nails.

“Wow! You’re cheerful for 5 in the afternoon on a Monday.” The women smiled, putting her hand firmly on her hip that was caressed by sleek fabric.

Adore blushed, her cheeks tinting a little bit more. Going along with the banter, Adore giggled, looking up from her long lashes.

“Someone has to do it.” Adore smiled genuinely, looking up at the lady. The woman sighed contemptibly, looking at the bright sunset hiding behind landscapes.

“Can I get a coffee please? Large.” The woman pulled out her purse preparing for the total.

“That’ll be $3.45 please, would you like any food to go with it, we have lovely tuna sandwiches.” Adore pointing to the fridge where sandwiches lay, looking very appetising to Adore herself.

The woman smiled and shook her head. “No thank you, I don’t eat."

Adore paused, tugging her lips with her teeth gently, trying to understand the women’s joke.

"Just kidding, kid. I have to make the jokes, someone has to do it.” The woman burst out laughing when she quoted the younger in front of her.

Adore giggled whilst she took the change putting the total in the till and getting correct change. Adore was about to give the woman her changed whilst she held her hand out, denying it leaving Adore confused.

“Put that in your tips please, looks like you need it.” The woman choked, laughing along with Adore.

“I do, I really do,” Adore breathed heavily after a heavy laughing session. “Whats your name?"

"Bianca, whats yours?” Bianca smiled, showing her pearly whites that were attractive to Adore.

Adore quickly scribbled the name neatly, making sure it was perfect as she felt Bianca was the type of woman she would joke about her stupid writing.

“My name is Adore.” Adore replied, making the customers coffee. Bianca made herself comfy in a seat near the window, pulling out a couple of papers looking down with her massive golden eyes.

Adore was intrigued. Something was pulling her, something wanting Adore to find out more. That was the coffee finished. Adore wrote ‘Bianca x’ on the cup and took a fresh chocolate muffin that looked ravishing on a plate and called her name, only to be looked at for 2 seconds for Bianca to get the memo.

Bianca made her way to the small counter and looked at the food and drink combo she didn’t ask for.

“On the house, looks like you need it.” Adore added, leaning on the counter with her now tanned and tattooed hands. Bianca made her way around Adore’s body with her eyes, trailing around her like a map.

“Thank you Adore, much appreciated.” Bianca smiled, her dimples prominently beaming, then walked back to her position on the seat.

Every minute Bianca would take a nipple of the muffin and sip of coffee but looked like her full concentration on the papers in front of her. She looked a little older to be a student, maybe she was a lecturer or business owner. Money woman. What Adore likes.

She giggled to herself and cleaned up serving the last customers of the day.

-

Adore opened her door with her chin, the sandwiches, wine bottles and work bag confining her from any movement in her hands.

“Hi Adore,” Courtney emerged form the blanket cocoon and stood up walking over to the food and drink Adore lay down. “What do we have here?”

Adore smiled, presenting the feast for tonight and hangover tomorrow. “How was the modelling?”

“It was fine, a few more recruiters and I’ve still to her back from Chanel but I may have a chance of modelling for a campaign.” Courtney finished with a smile, and a face-full of sandwich.

“That’s great, and heard anything from Willam?” Adore grabbed 2 wine glasses, pouring a generous amount in both glasses.

Courtney nodded, her cheeks tinting a little. Adore gave that look that understood pretty well, it was ‘Tell-Me-The-T-Girl-And-Lets-Watch-Something-Maybe-Golden-Girls’ look. Courtney obliged, running to the couch with her burrito blanket, sandwiches and ice-cream.

-

It was 9.40am on a Saturday morning. It was freezing cold in a November in New York, so Adore wrapped up preparing for a short walk by herself, Courtney apparently felt sick so she called a day-off work and spend a day at home with Adore’s homemade soup and another tub of ice-cream.

Adore was really hoping she would get her new 2 year old shoes freshened up or at least a new pair, so she made the decision to bring them with her in a small brown bag, slinging it over her shoulders.

Adore stepped into the cold air, the cold breeze hitting her chest. With a throaty cough, Adore continued on with her journey to the show shop Miss Edwards recommended. Adore liked to look at people and wonder where their peace or love may come from. For example, a older woman looking down on her growing daughter, finding how much she loved the human she created. Or the young couple that laughed and threw popcorn to each others mouth, in love with the craziness that came with the relationship.

This would help sooth Adore and keep her contempt and faith in humanity. Adore soon came to a halt, looking at the cute sign glowing the title ‘Del Rio’. She huffed happily, and opened the door, hearing the little bell signalling the woman at the desk to look up, and when she did, she smiled.

It was Bianca.

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Teacher, Teacher (Biadore) Chapter 3 - Duhlano

A/n - Enjoy this fic I rewrote 4 times. I feel like no one liked my fics but I’ll continue for those out there that like it :)

Adore knew she was staring at Miss Del Rio. And she couldn’t help it at all. She was beautiful in Adore’s eyes. What age do you think she is? Do you think she has a husband? Ooh maybe kids! Ugh, kids are annoying but cute at the same time.

This went on for 10 solid minutes for Adore, thinking to herself and coming up with different scenarios in her head. During that time, Adore was unaware of the classmates quickly sketching and getting on with their work in the breezy, spring classroom.

Adore snapped out of her thoughts as she caught Naomi coughing, and motioning towards Adore’s empty paper staring back at her. Naomi put her head back down again as she added colour to her some-what 90’s jumpsuit look.

Adore looked across the room, stealing sneak-peaks of other peoples work. Her eyes wandered over to Fame’s work, admiring it slightly as she pushed her ombre’d hair out of the way of the view. Adore’s eyes then skimmed over to Violet’s work she was adding more tone to.

Oh my fucking God. IT looks like a fucking blow-up doll.

Adore snorted as she tried to contain laughter but just could not hold it in as she stared deeper at the sex-doll realness.

Adore burst out giggling in the moderately quiet classroom. Her fellow classmates glanced for a second but continued to work. Naomi, Violet and Fame smiled at a red but giggly Adore, quickly retracting their expressions to a neutral demeanour and facing towards their full paper.

Adore’s expression turned a frown as she folded her arms. Why did they all of a sudden ignore her? What the shit?

“What is it?” Adore sighed as she grumpily crossed her arms.

“Something funny, Adore?” Adore jumped quickly at the voice as she turned around fast. Adores eyes met with a pair of tits.

She probably shouldn’t be staring there.

Adore’s eyes tore from the navy-clothed chest to meet with none other than Miss Del Rio’s warm bronze eyes. Miss Del Rio didn’t look annoyed, she seemed quite amused that she called the kid out, and she was genuinely wondering what was funny.

“Oh! U-h nothing, M-Miss Del Rio.” Adore composed herself as she leaned back on the desk, covering her blank piece of paper hoping Miss Del Rio wouldn’t clock it. With that, Miss Del Rio’s mouth raised up to a smile, showing her deep dimples on her face. She turned around on her heels and looked over the desks, talking to a few classmates.

Adore turned around, a scared and red expression on her face. Fame held her giggle as Violet raised an eyebrow.

Adore was partly red because of public humiliation, but red at the fact Miss Del Rio spoke to her! And her dimples are the cutest thing ever!

Adore thought deeper to herself as she started sketching a beach inspired dress. She started to realise how scandalous and dangerous a crush on a teacher would be. Adore wouldn’t have work done, she’d be red as soon as Miss Del Rio talked to her and every chance Adore could misbehave to be held back would be more than often.

Fuck man.

Adore looked behind her shoulder to see Miss Del Rio sitting down, her eyes trailing up to Adore’s. Adore turned around quickly looking at her paper.

Adore could not tell anyone about this. Not a soul.

-

“I think I have a crush on Miss Del Rio” Adore whispered into Fame’s ear, hearing Fame gasped and smile widely. Adore couldn’t keep it in, and her new found friend seemed nice and trustworthy.

“OooOh! That’s why you were all tomato red!” Fame giggled, jumping up and down. It was 5 minutes before class finished so Fame and Adore whispered in a crowd of classmates talking loudly.

Adore groaned as she grabbed Fame’s shoulders. “Shut the fuck up or I’ll snap your fucking neck Fame.” Adore rolled her eyes as Fame calmed down but still had an excited look on her face.

“That is so cool! I could see you two happening!” Fame looked between the crook of Adore’s neck where she could see Miss Del Rio and looking back to Adores face.

“Nu uh Fame, No way.” Adore shook her head quickly, bringing her tattooed hand to brush her hair back, softening her outfit a little. Fame sighed but gasped again as she seen Adore’s tattoos

“Ooh! Tattoos! I have em!” Fame out her top down to show her ridiculous tattoos she had got. Adore mentally groaned as the bell went, signalling lunch.

-

Adore walked towards a table where she seen Fame, Courtney and 2 other strangers sat. Adore sat on the plastic chair as she looked at Courtney, trying to telepathically communicate with her to ask who the fuck the other girls were. Courtney gasped as she smiled, ready to speak.

“Adore! This is Alaska!” Courtney pointed at the girl with messy platinum blonde hair and nice glittery nails. Alaska smiled.

“Hiiiii Adooore!” Alaska waved, Adore nodded and smiled politely, trying to figure out the girl. She seemed nice and her voice sounds sarcastic, which can be a good thing. She seems stoned. Finally, a stoner sister she’s been waiting for.

“Shut the fuck up Laska, your voice is actually like that.” The unknown girl spoke up, causing Adore to snap her head to the girl and then look at  Courtney.

“And that is Willam.” Courtney smiled, gazing at her. Adore wouldn’t call it sudden instinct but she knew when her best friend was eyeing her new prey, and this would be one of those times.

“Nice to meet ya Adore, heard a lot about ya.” William nodded, flipping her mixed colour blonde hair to behind her back. William seemed like a good time. Adore smiled and picked her bag up, getting lunch out.

“So Adore,” Alaska started, eating a strawberry. “Are you going to Raja and Raven’s party?”

No, Adore thought, I’d rather fucking kill myself.

“Um, nah Alaska, I’d rather sit in my dorm, smoke a joint and wait for a drunk Courtney to come home and take care of.” Adore shook her head like she was shaking off the idea of socialising. Adore wasn’t asocial, she just preferred chilling out and listening to good music and since Courtney wouldn’t be there,  she could to another activity which is stalking and to do some investigating on Miss Del Rio.

Alaska gasped and Willam stood up, putting her hands on her hips which were exposed because of the nice belly top and shorts combo she was wearing.

“Adore Whatever-your-Last-Name-is, You are going! You seem badass and cool and it seems you like to get drunk or high, either or, you’re fuckin’ comin’.” Willam finished her rant with a bow, causing the girls sitting at the table to giggle.

“I prefer getting high but being drunk isn’t so bad. But Willam, it’s fine I wanna chill. You go all have fun kiddos!” Adore laughed, putting her chin in her hand, smiling profoundly at the cool friends she had just made.

“Besides,” Adore started again. “Isn’t the party in College Campus? We’d all get caught and thrown out.”

Alaska shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t think so. Just as we don’t disturb others I think it’s all good.”

Adore was not getting out this one.

“If you don’t, I’ll drag you there.” Willam stated with that Courtney looked up and replied back.

“Bitch, you can’t even lift me!”

Willam smirked.

“Can I not now?” Willam chuckled as she grabbed Courtney under her armpits and flung her over her shoulders.

Courtney was screaming but giggling at the same time, unable to get out a sentence of request of letting her down. Willam wasn’t for having it so she kept spinning Courtney about on her shoulders as everyone giggled.

Suddenly, Adore felt a hand tapping at her arm. It was Fame.

“Please come Adore, I need someone to give me courage to talk to Violet. Pleaaase. You might meet someone there!” Adore groaned as Fame pleaded to her.

“Fine, I’ll go. But you owe me!” Fame’s eyes lit up as she jumped up hugging Adore.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Fame laughed.

“Guys, Adore is going!” Alaska shouted to Courtney and Willam who were jumping about.

They all cheered as Adore chuckled, silently preparing for the night ahead.

Fuck me.

-

Fame, Willam, Courtney, Alaska, Violet and Adore were all in Courtney and Adore’s dorm, getting ready and having pre-drinks before the party. Fame had invited Violet along, who was already friends with Willam so everyone knew each other. Adore put on a playlist in the background, she didn’t drink much during pre-drinks and wasn’t planning on getting piss drunk.

Violet was wearing a knee length, off-the-shoulder PVC dress that was tinted bright red, with her black slick hair up in a pony. She looked amazing.

Courtney was wearing a short, spaghetti strap, lace light blue dress that her blonde her curled perfectly down her back. Adore’s best friend was gorgeous.

Willam was wearing a glitter dress that shown her cleavage, it was short nonetheless and she probably wore it because she wants everyone to look at her, which is cool.

Alaska wore a bright yellow belly top with a dark blue skirt that hugged her waist. Her hair remained the same messiness it always seemed to be in.

Fame was wearing a pale purple stretch dress that reached her ankles, it looked angelic,and along with her make-up she looked drop dead gorgeous.

Adore felt stunning, but tired. She kept her long hair straight, and wore a long Thrasher t-shirt that basically resembled a dress, it stopped just above mid thigh. She decided to bring out her red thigh high boots. Adore felt extra sexy tonight.

“Everyone ready?” Violet asked, applying more of her lipstick. Fame smiled and grabbed her bag, along with Courtney, Willam, Alaska and Adore.

“Yup! Let’s fuckin’ do this!” Willam shouted, grabbing Alaska’s arm, proceeding to skip out.

Yeah Willam let’s do this.

-

The crew walked in and expected everyone to not care but they all turned to look at the new college kids. Willam loved and craved the attention so she started dancing, going straight to the kitchen for booze.

The house seemed nice and large, she had’t met Raja or Raven but Violet said it was all okay for them to go.

“Here, loosen up a bit.” Willam handed Adore a beer and Courtney a cider, giving a flashy smile.

“I’ll loosen up if you refrain from dancing on the table drunk.” Adore giggled, linking her arm with Courtney as they walked into the living room where everyone was.

“Can’t make a promise.” Willam winked and jumped up on the coffee table in the centre of the room and started to sing and dance to the music.

That was Willam done for the night.

“I better keep an eye on her.” Courtney mumbled into Adore’s ear, quickly winking at her. What the fuck is it with the winking today?

“Just use protection or something us lesbians use.” Adore slapped Courtney’s ass as Courtney giggled.

“I’ll try, I really like her y’know.” Courtney blushed as Willam moved through the crowds and grabbed Courtney’s hand, pulling her up on the table to dance.

“I know!” Adore shouted from the loud crowds, sighing.

After 30 minutes of awkward shift dancing, Adore decided to look for Fame. She had figured Fame went to a bedroom to touch up her makeup but ended up finding Alaska instead.

Adore opened the door and was about to shout for Fame but quickly retracted as she seen Alaska and this other girl with peach have and pale skin kiss her on top of the bed.

“Sorry guys, I’ll let you get to it.” Adore closed the door, turning back to head downstairs. She heard a ‘Thank you’ from Alaska and giggled at her new friend being so open.

Adore had now came to the conclusion she needed a drink. She discarded the empty beer bottle and headed to the kitchen again, grabbing a red cup with unknown liquor in it. She downed it quickly, earning a ew stars from others in the kitchen but her eyes finally found Fame and Violet, who were leaning against the work top.

They seemed really deep in conversation so Adore kept out of it. Adore proceeded to drink the weird liquid that would run her throat every time she took a drink. It was Vodka, and it was her new best friend.

-

An hour passed and Adore was fucked. She wanted to process her thoughts on why she got that piss drunk, but she couldn’t hold her body weight. She texted Courtney a drunk ‘Gwet homed safely XxxxX’ as she walked outside, swaying in the front garden where a couple were passed out there.

She walked across the park that connected the campus, holding her bag close to her and looking down. She was freezing cold and it was well past midnight.

How did you get yourself into this damn mess.

She reached the pathway where the yellow street lights beamed on Adores arms. After a minute of walking, Adore kept tripping up, hiccuping and her tummy was no feeling too good.

Adore fell. She caught her foot at the back of her heel and fell to the hard concrete ground. She groaned as she rolled over to her back and lay down. The bright street light glared at her as she lay on the ground. It was peaceful at 2.04 AM, until she heard a car pulled up next to her.

“Adore?”

Uh oh.

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Straight Outta Azusa (Biadore) - Duhlano

Important!

I changed my name from Red to Duhlano, so please remember! Enjoy this oneshot!

A/N - It’s Raining Men is stuck in my head and I really liked the movie ‘Straight Outta Compton’, so this is inspired by that great movie! P.S Tupac- Starin through my rearview is used in this fic!

T/W - Swearing, Use of drugs, Use of alcohol, Violence.

Davis - Naomi Smalls

Danny - Adore Delano

Christopher - Bob the Drag Queen

Jason - Violet Chachki

Shane - Courtney Act

Roy - Bianca Del Rio

It was mid 80’s. Danny wanted to be a rising star.

His imagination took him anywhere when he wrote lyrics and spit real shit.

He guessed thats why he was so accepted to the culture where rap originated. He was gay, and others didn’t seem to bother. Of course there were a few bumps now and then. Like when his friend Shane wanted to take him to a blind date. Never going to happen.

Danny was a 26 year old man that worked in a studio, answering calls and not-so secretly observing the guests on the local radio.

Because of where Danny lived, people were scared. Danny had been involved in a long of gang activities, even shootouts. He liked to drink, not too much, and had gotten high a few times in his life. But music was his passion.

He dropped out school when he was 14 years old. He didn’t need education if the fire for music was what kept him living. Danny’s writing for music were considered quite offensive and a 'fuck you’ to the corrupted government they were living in.

Danny didn’t like to consider their 'group’ as, well a 'group’ but he got a couple of cool bitches who could sing. There was Jason, Christopher, Davis and Shane. The weirdest mixed-racial kind of group you can get. They didn’t care about race or the division American’s were forced to believe, they loved music and the opposing of the government.

Danny sat on the back of Davis’ car, a pen in his hand, paper in the other and a joint in his mouth. Christopher was calling someone. Christopher wasn’t really a singer, but they liked to consider him as a 'manager’. That guy was working his ass off to get them some gigs.

Davis and Shane were standing beside the 7/11 behind Christopher and Danny, talking and nodding there heads when they turned to walk towards the pair. Jason was busy working that night so it was just the 4.

“Hey Danny, how you holding up?” Davis asked, leaning on the car. Danny lifted his head and looked to his notebook.

“We don’t need your dictatorship, this beginning to look like World War III shit." Danny spoke, whilst shaking his head, crossing that idea immediately.

Shane smirked looking over at Danny’s papers. "Not so good I’m assuming, Davis.” Davis chuckled, brushing over his red Vauxhall car, his pride and treasure.

Danny flicked the bright joint over at Shane, missing him. “I’d like to see you come up with something better."

"I do.” Shane leaned forward to Danny. With that, Danny pushed himself the fuck back away.

“Go on then, prick.”

“A new member."

"Piss off.” Danny held his hand up in front of his face and chuckled quietly. Shane pushed his hand down with a quick slap, to which Danny looked at the darkening midnight blue sky, littered with stars. Inspiration please come to me, Danny thought.

Shane knew Danny was pushing away his ideas but Shane was certain this would work out. Danny just had to listen for once.

“Listen, this could work out. This dude is smart, Danny, really smart."

"What does that got to do with music, Mr. Aussie phd, doctor, biologist idiot.” Danny mimicked Shane as Shane pulled out a card, flicking it at Danny.

“The fact he is one of the biggest musicians and producers in Asuza, Mr. American Know-It-All.” The card lay on Danny’s lap, staring him in the eye.

Danny stood up and put the card in his pocket, walking towards the 7/11 to get a drink. When Danny entered the brightly lit shop, with one flickering on the far right, and a middle-aged Mexican man standing smoking at the till.

Roy Haylock

Music Producer & Musician

340 San Gabriel Drive, CA, 91723, USA

Roy Haylock? Huh. How come Danny didn’t know of him. Danny put the card back in his pocket and grabbed a Coke, going towards the till.

After paying, Danny heard a car swerving and pulling up towards Davis’ car. Danny cursed to himself as he seen Christopher squaring up to the 3 other unknown men. Davis and Shane backed Christopher up, Danny had to step in.

Danny walked confidently and quickly towards the groups growling at each other.

“Hey, hey, hey what’s going on here?” Danny stood in between them, holding a hand up which glared yellow from the street lights.

The older looking one stepped up. “Your boy here,” The man pointed at Shane “And that Dardo boy, was beating my cousin over here.” The man’s finger moved to the slightly cocky boy standing beside him.

Danny rolled his eyes. Looking at Shane. You fucking idiot, Danny mouthed to Shane.

“Ok, well man, I apologise in behalf of my friends, can we just leave it that?” Danny turned to the pair, standing, clearly unimpressed.

“No we can’t, fist and fist, faggot.” The older man’s hand tensed up, as Danny spun around laughing at the name he was called.

“You’re really funny yknow I think-” Danny cut himself off with a upper-hand right hook to the mans face, sending him straight to the ground. Christopher and Shane bounced on the other man standing who was about to swing for Danny. Davis ran to the car, starting it up.

“Get in, now!” Davis shouted as the other 3 that were punching the pair, sprinted in the car and speeding away.

“Shit.” Danny breathed out, leaning back.

“Yeah shit.” Christopher sighed.

-

340 San Gabriel Drive.

Danny stood outside a beautiful looking music studio in Downtown. Shane, Davis and Jason stood beside Danny as they stared at the oak door.

“Let’s do this then.” Jason sighed as they walked in together.

The wood and nature effect gave Danny an impression of comfort but the urban and rewarding vinyls gave it a modern effect. Nice. There was a small desk with an equally small assistant, working away.

Shane coughed quietly, bringing the old assistant out of her peace.

“Oh sorry there boys! How can I help you all today?"She smiled, standing up. She was so precious.

"We’re here to see Roy. Roy Haylock?” Davis asked, scratching his neck awkwardly as the woman’s face lit up.

“Ah! Roy. Right this way boys!” They followed the giddy old woman towards a small room as Shane and Danny giggled about the cute woman.

The assistant left, leaving the 3 to the small door. They all shrugged in unison.

Danny leaned forwards, knocking the door. Seconds later, the door was answered. Danny was shocked. He immediately locked on Roy and due to the lack of oxygen and the increase of creepy staring, Danny knocked himself from thoughts. He was speechless at the nicely dressed Roy in front of him.

“Hey guys! - Shane!” Roy walked towards Shane, hugging him tightly. Well thats every chance Danny had with Roy. God dammit. “Davis!” Roy turned around to hug him too as Jason and Danny stood awkwardly.

Roy detached himself from the boys and looked at Jason and held out his hand.

“Sorry 'bout that, I’m Roy, nice to meet you.” Roy shook his hand, smiling cooly.

He turned to Danny but stopped, looking him up and down. Danny bit his lip as he held his hand out. “I’m Danny, and that is Jason.” Roy shook his hand, looking a little shocked. Hm. “It’s really nice to meet you Danny.” Roy smiled shyly but then composed himself. “Come in, come in!”

The 4 walked in, Shane and Davis sitting on the little sofa, along with Jason jumping on them, whilst Danny sat on a little chair, laughing at his friends.

Danny didn’t acknowledge the glances Roy would steal whilst they all small talked, and Roy didn’t know the glances Danny would steal. It was a little intense.

“So, You are allowed to use this studio 3 times a week for 3 hours, and I guess I’ll be joining you. Start making ideas for albums, gigs, shit like that. Sound good?” Davis and Jason high fived whilst Davis gasped, looking at Danny who had the biggest cheesiest grin ever.

Danny didn’t know why but he ran over to hug Roy, who was taken aback.

“We’re going to make it boys!” Davis shouted, whilst Jason ran over to hug Danny and Roy.

“Let’s party!” Shane screamed, jumping into the air.

-

It was 11.43pm in Danny’s small apartment. They were all drunk, and Christopher joined too. Roy and Danny were in the kitchen, opening the fress pizza they had just ordered.

“So Danny, why do you do music?” Roy leaned against the cold marble breakfast bar.

Danny turned to a huge dimple smiled Roy. He immediately melted. Danny didn’t know that in a space of 13 hours, he would fall in love. He felt connected, and almost drawn to Roy. Not to mention, Danny was heavily attracted to the man. He couldn’t help but admire him.

“Honestly? It’s the only thing I’m good at.” Danny answered, smiling briefly.

Roy leaned closer to Danny.

“I don’t think I believe that.”

“It’s true, I pride in my music only, it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.”

Roy smiled.

“Would you love anything else?"

"Who knows."

-

A few months later, Danny and Roy met up for a coffee. It was a peaceful, warm day and the sun seemed to seep through the tinted windows of the shop.

"My treat, what do you want?” Roy asked as they sat down in a cute little booth, smiling widely.

“Just a sandwich and coke please.” Danny answered, pink tinting his cheeks slightly. Roy noticed and smiled.

“Do you think we’ll need a couple of weeks and the album will be finished?”

Danny nodded, to that Roy and stood up walking to the counter to order.

Just then a tall figure stood in front of Danny. Looking down on him like a piece of shit.

“New boy?” The figure asked as Danny stood up, biting his lip.

“No James, It’s not. You can leave me alone.” Danny looked up at him, raising his brow.

James laughed quietly as he leaned towards Danny. With that, Danny moved back.

“C'mon Danny, please.”

“No! You cheated on me, I don’t want to see you.” Danny held his hand in front of his face.

“I said I was sorry.” James sighed, looking down. Fuck him, Danny thought.

James was probably Danny’s first boyfriend. This happened a year ago and when Danny found out he was cheating, he dumped him. No way was Danny gonna let ANYONE treat him like shit. Thats why Danny thought he liked Roy, because he treats him nice, like a human.

Danny was interrupted by his thoughts when he started to worry when he felt a pair of hands around his waist and immediately relaxed and let go of the breath he didn’t realising he was holding in.

“Everything okay babe?” Roy took his left hand, tracing Danny’s shoulder with it. Danny caught on to what Roy was doing, but couldn’t help imagine if it was real, it was giving Danny goosebumps the way Roy touched him.

“Y-Yes, everything’s good. This man here was just leaving.” Danny turned around to Roy smiling, silently thanking him for saving him from killing his damn self.

Danny gasped when he felt a pair of lips kiss his neck briefly. He was speechless, Roy’s lips felt amazing against his skin and couldn’t help his face shade into a bright red.

“Thats good, our foods coming.” Roy detached himself from Danny which almost made Danny empty but nonetheless, James walked away with an angry expression and both sat down.

“Thank you so so much Roy, honestly you saved me.” Danny spoke as soon as James was out of sight, sighing.

Roy smirked. “Not a problem, Who was that anyway?”

“This guy I used to date, total douche.” Danny waved it off, taking in what happened 30 seconds prior. Reminding him, Danny was surprised how Roy moved his hands across his body.

“Do you do that professionally? Save young gay men from big scary monsters?” Danny laughed loudly as Roy joined.

Roy shook his head. “Just a gay man saving another gay man."

Danny bit his lip. Roy was gay. So cross that idea of being straight off the list of reasons why Roy would not date Danny.

"Nice.” Danny giggled whilst standing up grabbing their meal.

-

One year later

“Are you ready for this California?” Shane screamed shouted down the microphone, staring back to 4,000 people standing, screaming back yes.

Davis was jogging circles around the stage, getting hyped up to the beat. Looking over at Christopher from the side of the stage, giving him a thumbs up.

Jason was up at the front row,high fiving fans who were screaming and jumping at the beat that was building up. The hall they were in was full to brim, even then, there was people outside, desperately trying to listen.

Roy was up at the deck where a close friend Matt was playing the record as Roy started to sway his hips dancing, closing his eyes, taking in every bit of his life as he good.

As for Danny, he was staring at Roy being every bit of Roy he was being. Silly, funny and someone Danny was in love with. Danny pulled his gaze from Roy to the thousands of people there to listen to Danny’s lyrics, Danny’s voice. He was truly and forever grateful for everything he had. He was finally a star, finally important in music industry, rapping about the government, feelings and being high. Real, deep, meaningful music. There was just something missing.

Danny took a deep breath as he started.

“They got me starin at the world through my rearview

Go on baby scream to God, he can’t hear you

I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it’s time to die

Gettin high, watchin time fly”

-

Roy breathed out backstage, leaning on a railing 3 hours after they started the concert.

Danny got up behind him, picking him up.

“That was fucking badass!” Danny shouted, sweating buckets.

Roy laughed loudly, dropping down, hugging Danny briefly.

“That was great Danny, you’ve fucking made it!” Roy shoved Danny lightly as his face lit up, jumping up and down.

“They’ve got a party outside with a bunch of fans, wanna come?” Danny asked, putting a hand on his hip.

Roy looked at Danny and how he became attached to Danny, rising up to a star. It was a whirlwind of months and nearly 2 years, but they had all made it.

Roy took a breath in, he had to do it. They had only been on 4 tours but California was their biggest crowd yet and probably best performance.

“I have to do something first.” Roy closed his eyes and leaned in.

Danny and Roy slips connected, smiling into the kiss, Danny pulled Roy closer.

A cheer was heard behind them from some management team and the rest of the group. They stopped and looked behind them, still holding eachother.

“Fucking finally!” Shane threw his hands up in the air, cheering.

Roy and Danny laughed, holding their heads together.

“What took you so long?” Danny whispered, blushing.

Roy chuckled. “I had to build up the courage one day, I’m guessing you like me back.”

“Fuck yes.”

-

They all went outside with a couple of beers, the car playing music loudly in the car park with the street lights illuminating everything.

They were all singing along with the song playing, dancing and bumping into each other.

Roy held Danny’s waist, moving with him.

“We’ve made it Danny.” Roy smiled, looking around him, pecking him quickly.

“I know Roy,” Danny looked at the car jumped on the roof of it, bringing Roy with him. Roy raised his eyebrow as Danny raised his beer bottle.

“WE’VE FUCKING MADE IT!” Danny screamed as Roy hugged him and everyone cheered back.

Davis, Jason and Christopher joined them all on the car hugging each other.

They made it.

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Kik (Biadore) Chapter One - Duhlano

A/N - hi guys! Duhlano here, this is just a short lil thing. I hope to make an appearance of Trixya and/or Witney. Any requests PLEASE ask! Thank you. P.S This is set during the release of All Stars 2

Conversation stared with Bianca

and Adore

at Tuesday 5.41pm

Adore

:

Hi grandma! You finally got Kik, after 54 years

Bianca

:

Shut the fuck up queen, you’re just JEALOUS.

Adore

:

Jealous of what? My talent?

Bianca

:

That I won Season 6 bitch

Adore

:

Bianca

:

Talking about winning… You still getting backlash… I seen episode 2 of All Stars yesterday.

Adore

:

Yeah.. It helped that you called me though. I’m sure it’ll cool down.

Adore

:

Michelle had got the biggest backlash… Just wait till they find out who is top 3…

Bianca

:

Bianca

:

The bitch deserved it!

Bianca

:

If she knew it was me that picked out your dress in the first episode she wouldn’t have said shit!

Bianca

: FACT!

Adore

:

Teach me your wisdom and intelligence.

Bianca

:

Perhaps one day. Wuu2?

Adore

:

Writing a bunch of shit.. Inspiration will just NOT come to me!

Bianca

:

Put yourself into a clear mind and state. Bring yourself to a peaceful place and have lots of fresh air. Not too much air, we all know you a gassy queen.

Adore

:

EW! Am not!

Bianca

:

Do what I said. It usually helps me.

Adore

:

I like to think about the people I love, and talk about their lives. Sometimes past experiences.

Bianca

:

And who do you love?

Adore

:

You’ll never find out! MWUHAHA.

Bianca

:

Bitch I could probably tell across the phone screen because you are too easy to read.

Adore

:

Go on then.

Adore

:

“Read me”

Bianca

:

You love that old twink Courtney!

Adore

:

Ok. 1. You gave me a reason in that sentence why not to love her, key word being “twink” and 2. Nah, good guess though.

Bianca

:

So I’m warm?

Adore

:

You’re cold as ice. Like your soul.

Bianca

:

Bitch i’ll get you for that!

Adore

:

Go on, old man

Bianca

:

I really hate you sometimes

Adore

:

I really hate you more

Wednesday 9.25pm

Bianca

:

How are you feeling today chola?

Adore

:

Like shit…

Adore

:

I just need a hug from my grandma 

Bianca. I miss her

Bianca

:

HA! bitch.

Bianca

:

What city you in atm?

Adore

:

Oh look at my willow using terminology and shit

Adore

:

And Seattle

Bianca

:

I’ll be at Seattle tomorrow if you wanna meet up?

Adore

:

Yes totally!

Adore

:

Sorry if I don’t talk on this much tonight. Clubs n shit.

Bianca

:

Okay.

Bianca

:

Busy night?

Adore

:

You have no idea.

Adore

:

It is just a little mini gig in a small club. Nice people here in Seattle.

Bianca

:

Why not move?

Adore

:

Because in the queens words, “Seattle has the most highest suicidal rate”

Bianca

:

HAHAH! So you DO listen to me!

Adore

:

Just sometimes.

Bianca

:

We already got a comedy queen here slut, we don’t need another.

Bianca

:

You can continue doing what every other Drag Queen does. Release an album.

Adore

:

Stfu bitch

Bianca

:

I really do like your music better though.

Adore

:

Aww! She has a heart!

Bianca

:

Just as long as you dont tell anyone🖕

Bianca

:

Oh and Adore?

Adore

:

Yeah?

Bianca

:

I’ve missed you more.

Adore is typing…

Read 9.42pm.

Thursday 12.14 noon

Bianca

:

Meet at “Tony’s Beer Garden” at 1?? We don’t have to get drunk, they do good pizza.

Adore

:

Fuck yes! PIZZAAAAA!

Bianca

:

Shouldn’t have even mentioned Pizza.

Adore

: Why

Bianca

:

Cos “Pizza slut” over here won’t stop talkin about it until we are there.

Adore

:

I can’t help it, It’s tastyyyyyy

Bianca

:

See you there queen.

Adore

: S

ee ya, yanx.

Thursday 1.03pm

Adore

:

You’re late…

Adore

:

Three damn minutes of awkward stares from the worried waitresses and jocks staring at my ass.

Adore

:

Help. ASAP!!

Adore

:

Bitch I know you’re a New Yorker, hard-worker and all but, hurry. It’s still been 3 minutes.

Bianca

:

Shut up! Sounds like a damn vibrator in my pocket. My uber was late. Sorry, I’m around the corner.

Adore

:

Heheh. I’m not a vibrator.

“I know you’re not because you don’t know how to pleasure any one. Never mind of male origin,”

Adore looked up from her bright phone to look at Bianca’s short, sharp hair and clean look. Bianca smiled down at Adore as she sat down.

“Now, wheres my hug, chola?”

Friday 4.20am

Adore

:

THAT,, was sSo funn!!1

Bianca

:

Adore you’re drunk out your tits and I’m just next door if you need anything, come in. If not, piss off and go to sleep, I’ve got shit to do.

Adore

:

Whuat shit?

Bianca

:

Busy shit, just like a typical New Yorker, now sleep child.

Adore

:

But Biancs,, you not even a New Yorkker. You’re from Neww Orleans! Whichh is the same! But differentt.

Bianca

:

Goodnight stupid, have a good sleep.

Adore

:

I love you. I MEAN it. MHh nighht.

Bianca

:

I love you too. Get a good sleep. Night chola.

[artificialqueens]

Teacher teacher biadore? Where did it go

[artificialqueens]

Where did teacher teacher go? I loved that fic so much and I haven't seen it in a bit

[artificialqueens]

I just wanted to say my MASSIVE thank you to Splatt, C*nt, Taurus and Duhlano for your Biadore fics. I love each one of them tremendously, please don't ever stop!! I am a huge Biadore fan, so my heart skips a beat every time i see you update or post new work! I am in love with your writings!

[artificialqueens]

we need the next chapter of Teacher, Teacher pleaseeee

[artificialqueens]

I love Teacher, Teacher! I really want to know what will happen in the next chapterrr❤

[artificialqueens]

@duhlano i'd love more max fics! there aren't many of those :( -osiris

[artificialqueens]

I've really enjoyed Duhlano's fics! I'm always down for biadore in the queue. Don't doubt yourself, Duhlano. You're doing really well

[artificialqueens]

Love dancing shoes! Can't wait for more!

[artificialqueens]

awww duhlano that was so cute!

[artificialqueens]

✨✨QUEUE✨✨

Not Afraid Anymore Ch.2 (Pearlet) - Columbia

Dancing Shoes Ch.1 (Biadore) - Duhlano

Bonus Episode: Katya and Mathu (MPGiS) - Mistress

Wild Desire Ch.7 (Shalaska) - Velouette

Coming Home Ch.8 (Shalaska) - Jem

In Bloom Ch.2 (Biadore) - Taurus’s Splatted C*nt

City of Stars Ch.7 (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

Sk8er Girl Ch.1 (Trixya) - Squeaky Pink