#full sicko mode for the look in his eyes

[quitealotofsodapop]

So one thing about Stone Monkeys, especially stone Monkey pairings. They're monogamous, meaning they mate for life and rarely take another mate or divorce. It's a major part of why Wukong and Macaque had never absolved their courtship because they were mates in the past, and something as small as death does not just remove that bond from them. When the act of bringing life into he world usually leaves the other a widow and single parent, you tend to cherish your mate more than anything. Which is why, when it comes to someone threatening a Stone Monkey's mate, especially a pregnant one, it's usually going to go one of two ways.

The first way, and most common way, is that the Monkey will immediately surrender. This is risky, however, since they usually only comply long enough to ensure their mate's survival and safety and will constantlh look for ways to escape/fight back. This is actually how the Jade Emperor had gotten Wukong to surrender, although he didn't know Macaque was his mate at the time and had been simply threatening the Brotherhood as a whole.

The second option, more common when the mate is pregnant, is that it will send the Monkey into an instinctual and protective rage where they rampage until their mate is safe. This is usually followed by insistently forcing their mate into the nest for their safety whilst checking over them every few minutes to ensure they aren't harmed and using their own body to hide their mate from view, guarding them and growling at everyone and everything that approaches whether they be Troop or not. It is not uncommon for unwanted visitors to be bitten or scratched during this time. This is how Macaque reacted when Wukong was freed from possession of their way back home after the defeat of LBD.

Those few days of travel with an overprotective Macaque were a very eye-opening experience for MK and the crew on the social norms and behaviors of stone monkeys, especially when it comes to their bonded mates They also had to stop and get everyone new blankets and bedding because Macaque stole all of theirs to make an impromptu nest. Oddly enough, the only one allowed to approach was MK, who nearly got dragged into the nest as well when he did. MK doesn't want to think about what that might mean if Macaque's instinct driven monkey brain was telling him to push him into the nest like an unruly cub even as Mei laughed and made jokes about MK collecting father figures like Pokémon cards.

+Bonus! Asks I finally answered on; Stone Monkey social structure + Wukong's instincts on sicko mode.

ohohoho, that feel when super instinctual monogamy leaves you vulnerable to your instincts >:3

Wukong defaults to the "Please dont hurt my family, take me instead." instinct, given that he's extremely self-sacrificing even in canon.

Jade Emperor: "I will literally try and find a way to kill you in spite of your immortalities." Wukong: "Whatever." Jade Emperor: "Or I could just kill your mate." Wukong: "ok you win." *lets Erlang catch him + gets tossed into the Furnace by the JE and Lao Tzu* The Brotherhood, unaware of why SWK surrendered: "Wow, what a traitor." Macaque: *has to be restrained from biting the JE's head off even though he's not sure why*

Macaque in contrast defaults to the "If I destroy the threat to my mate, then there will be no more threat left"-instinct. His brain was going haywire when he had to distract the LBD-Possessed!Wukong since he was mentally flipping between "Protect Mate" and "Destroy Threat [LBD]". The second LBD's spirit left Wukong (and got ate by the Egg), Macaque goes full-on protective mate-mode.

The shadow monkey quickly makes a temporary nest inside the TEA van and carries Wukong into it like he weighs nothing. And the Monkey King is too drained from his experience to protest. The gang just have to deal with the fact that they lost the couch area for the ride back. Only two (barely) pairs of eyes are whats visible from the shadowy fort of stolen blankets and pillows - they swear Macaque is using his shadow powers to hide them in extra darkness.

Sandy is the only one allowed to get close enough so that he can man the controls.

Macaque has gone full-feral and is communicating with Wukong solely in the monkey language of chirps, chittering, and yips. Both are curled into eachother like a pair of cats, rarely leaving the nest otherthan to eat food (Mac silently takes food from the others and brings it to the nest so he can feed Wukong himself) or to use the bathroom. If someone tries to reach inside or move Wukong, Mac immediately pops up infront of them, growling like a furious dog. Even Nezha has to back down.

And ofc the second MK yawns near the two parent monkeys, Macaque's instincts act up again. The shadow monkey chatters in an annoyed tone at MK and pulls/nudges him towards the blanket fort-like nest for sleep time. MK is mega confused and has to sleep there at night for the remainder of the trip, less both monkeys chirp disapprovingly at him. Sandy laughs under his breath of how it reminds him of a mother cat dragging a kitten back to bed by their scruff. The others laugh openly cus of course the two expectant parent monkeys see MK as a cub! He *is* the youngest in the "troop" after all! XD

And if Bai He is in the van? Oh you better *believe* thats a straying cub thats getting their dragged back to the nest and getting her hair groomed! Cub needs warmth!

And since the ending of S3 seems to take place closer to Megapolis, the gang has a long road trip ahead of them before the monkeys calm down and start acting human again. Lots of Stone Monkey observation is documented by a curious Tang (who Macaque barely tolerates within biting distance).

At least until Yuebei decides she wants to be born right there and now, sending the whole squad into a frenzy until Guanyin shows up.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

A while ago, you did a thread on Yugioh rival symbolism, but it was early enough in your Arc-V watch that you didn't have anything major to say on Reiji/Declan. Now that you've experienced Arc-V in full, what do you think about Declan and his symbolism?

OHHH GOOD QUESTION!! god i love declan so much. i feel like i still need to Really Ruminate on him to fully grip all of the potential symbolism he's got but there's definitely some stuff I'm already locked on that I really like.

I dont think I realized until someone pointed it out that the Akabas all have a card suite motif but it rules so hard; Declan's definitely got such a kickass design especially with that in ind... the diamond earrings, his bangs, the red in his color palette. It's subtle, it's tasteful, I really like it. I like that his character goes hand in hand with what the Diamond suite tends to symbolize too (progress, prosperity, career advancement--diamonds are also apparently associated with the element of air sometimes too, which is insanely funny considering Declan's scarf that can achieve flight in the manga (?!??!).)

In general it's really funny to me that Declan kind of has this "business and corporate hierarchy" motif, with the diamond symbolism and also that thing where D/D/Ds have like corporate titles and are just as much about the landscape of business as they are about Sickass Demons. And I think it's fun how even though Declan is a businessman first and foremost, he isn't really like.... a corrupt businessman, especially not in the way businessmen in yugioh can be. i could write an essay and a half about how declan is such a genuinely caring person but that's it's own story for another time. He's crafted his wealth and business connections into a weapon to fight his father and his deck also weaponizes contracts and businessmen to destroy opponent, it's a cool parallel.

GOD SO MUCH OF THIS IS JUST "WHY DO D/D/DS HAVE LIKE 8 MOTIFS GOING ON WITH THEM" but like practically all of them relate back to Declan as a character in some way! It's so cool! Cuz you have these Different Dimension Demons, but theyre all named after ancient kings and warriors and great scientists, and Declan in general has such a vast Medieval Warrior King/Prince/Royalty type symbolism. The Lancers are his knights right down to the logo. He assumes the 'throne' (LID Presidency) after his father fucks off to Evil Duel Academy. He fights a goddamn dragon (Zarc). Hell even the paler grey in his hair looks very crown like. It's making me a little sicko mode to think about especially through the lens of viewing Arc-V itself as a creation myth or a fairy tale. BUT THAT AGAIN IS ANOTHER KETTLE OF FISH.

hang on wtf is the symbolism of the King of Diamonds, actually

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALRIGHT!!!!! YEA THAT'S DECLAN BABEYYYY

hey haha also i didn't know Akaba means 'red horse.' hahah which horseman was that again

AH.

also. one more thing. does make me a bit ill thinking about how his deck is entirely Fiends and he uses them to spar with Yuya (who of course has devil motifs whether he wants them or not)....something in there maybe....blinks wet eyes

[nodulemodule]

Hey!! Do you mind sharing with us your Shadamy headcannons for both the in game universe and your AU?

Abso-fucking-lutely!

There’s a lot of overlap between my au and general headcannons in terms of the ship itself so I’m just lumping it into all one category

I never enjoyed the idea of Sonic being jealous or made as a bad guy or something in order for Shadamy to happen. Sonic is a G, he is the third wheel, he’s the best man at the wedding. They’re all cool.

Shadow doesn’t like sweets at all. He likes his coffee sickeningly bitter and rarely eats anything sugary. However, the second he meets Amy it’s as if sweetness starts seeping it’s way into everything Shadow eats or makes. He doesn’t even realize at first until his friends remark on how much better the coffee he makes tastes. This was a detail in the au and those who noticed get extra points.

Amy is absolutely floored everytime shadow gets a new outfit. (Or I guess any outfit in general) Every. Single. Time. Shadow is too, but is way better at hiding it. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t screaming internally everytime Amy gets a costume change.

Shadow does absolutely nothing to try and calm Amy down during her bursts of fury. He thinks it’s cute and would rather watch her beat some guy to a pulp in admiration.

Rouge was the first to realize Shadow liked Amy after Omega pointed out his heart rate increasing. Rouge was surprisingly oblivious beforehand but very proud after.

Silver was the last to be told about them because he cannot keep a secret to save his life.

Amy is one of the few to make Shadow laugh. Usually not on purpose. And Shadow has a very loud evil supervillain laugh that is intimidating to most but Amy finds absolutely charming.

Shadow still will not let Amy live up the time she mistook Shadow for Sonic. Perhaps in the early days this moment annoyed or bothered him, but now he just finds it hilarious.

Shadow would definitely give someone a death glare for messing with Amy, but only when she’s not looking as to not embarrass her. Amy, however, will go full sicko mode on your ass in front of the entire Walmart.

Shadows favorite features about Amy are her smile and hair.

Amy’s favorite features about Shadow are his height and the tired lines around his eyes that I imagine are there.

Shadow is an early bird who helps drag Amy out of bed and also the night owl that helps her wobble her way back.

Shadow doesn’t believe in Tarot but endures it for Amy’s sake. This annoys her until she realizes that means he doesn’t actually know how it works and totally uses that to lie to him.

Shadow taught her to ride a motorcycle and once she starts riding it on her own he thinks it’s the most amazing thing he has ever seen

[toxifoxx]

ok serious thoughts on the fnaf movie this time. they're a little scattered but i did just see it so i gotta think on it some more before i give like an actually structured review. but immediate thoughts post-viewing:

i had fun with the movie! i thought it was enjoyable. was hoping for at LEAST a little more blood (i really wanted to see william fucking explode into blood for one) but i knew there wasn't gonna be much since its pg13. it wasn't scary like in the slightest except for 1 jumpscare that almost kind of got me but i wish they set up the atmosphere a little bit more.

MAJOR GRIPE. i hate that vanessa is related to william. please stop retconning the afton family scott pretty please. give that man his dead children back. i seriously seriously love the "man goes fucked up sicko mode because of his grief" trope but alas.

i think that the pacing is NOTTTT very good at all. william needed more screen time 100% and there wasn't that great of a build up to the climax. maybe its more impactful to people who didn't already know that steve is william, but i'd wager that they're probably like HUH WHUH??? at that reveal because its not really. set up that much. and yes im biased because i fucking love william ok.

i think matthew lillard did a great job, BUT... we barely got to see him at all! and, especially with the "i always come back line..." i cringed a little bit man. like what are you coming back from? you haven't died yet man. there's nothing to come back from yet tf are you yappin about. it felt like it was really shoved in there honestly. we DESPERATELY needed to see more of him! in fact, most of the characters needed more set up! like ok... mike lost his brother? why should i care. mike is gonna lose his sister? why should i care tho?? these kids died but they dont really seem like they care too much about being dead either so whats the big deal.

AND WHY DIDN'T THE KIDS HAVE BEEF WITH WILLIAM/THE YELLOW RABBIT. THEY CLEARLY WERE SHOWN TO KNOW HE KILLED THEM, BUT THEY DON'T TURN ON HIM UNTIL ABBY PUTS UP HER SHITTY LIL DRAWING? FOR REAL????? WHY? + THEY DONT EVEN GET NAMED AT ALL. THE MOVIE CARES SO LITTLE ABOUT THE KIDS AND YET THEY DONT EVEN ALLOCATE THAT TIME TO AFTON EITHER. THEY FUMBLED BOTH SIDES!

also a lot of stuff just kind of isn't resolved? like the mike vs his aunt thing. is his aunt dead or...? + what was the fucking freddy saw trap thing that doesn't get explained at all. did the police not see that or does william just lug that thing in and out of the building constantly. what's it even for.

im also curious about some things. whats up with that kid who had a midnight motorist shirt. whats up with the other random springlock animatronic that is never named nor do we get a full look at. Where's Henry. are we just straight up ditching henry this time around?

i came into this knowing it wouldn't be lore accurate nor gory because of the rating but ugh. Ughhhh. can we please settle on one fnaf timeline to be canon its been almost 10 years we don't needa be playing like this anymore bro. i want to see the afton family for REAL show me cc getting his fuckin head chomped off or elizabeth getting snatched. give us literally any of the original missing children give us cassidy or something. like even in the silver eyes at least we got henry ffs! it just makes me a little sad knowing that one of the rejected scripts WAS accurate to the game lore.

shout out to my homie @yellowbutterbear for seeing the movie with me and discussing this stuff with me 🔥

6/10 not enough william afton moaning and whimpering AMEN!!!

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

MYSTERY BOX TIME!!!

Here’s donnie going sicko mode on Casey SR <3

“He doesn’t respect you, you know.” Donnie comments.

Foot Recruit crosses her arms.

“Obviously I do! No matter how hard I work, no matter that dedication I put into what I do, no one appreciates it. No one appreciates me. Even if I’m not a mutated for war turtle, I have use!”

“Try being one with several large defects. Despite everything I’m capable of doing, I’m still seen as the one who makes mistakes others have to clean up. I’m the weak one who has to be protected if my technology fails, and everyone expects it to. The source of my DNA has never once told me he was proud, and now I look for those words from people I shouldn’t, making a complete fool of myself.“

Foot Recruit’s eyes widen. It’s not the same situation, but she knows exactly how he feels. It’s surprising that he’s being so open when they’re all supposed to be beasts.

“That’s what I’ve been doing! Our strengths are undermined for nothing. They should be building up their best soldiers, not tearing them down!”

Donnie walks closer.

“I believe I have a way to get Draxum to realize your full potential.”

“You do!? Tell me!”

Donnie smirks widely, too wide. His pupil grows smaller than ever.

“I can simply replace some of your parts. No anesthetic of course, but you’re tough, aren’t you?”

Foot Recruit takes several steps back.

“……I’m going to check on the prisoner.” She feels Donnie’s eyes stay on her as she leaves the room.

WE HAVE A DOUBLE WINNER

You can choose two prizes!!

Here are the choices!

1. Cat picture

2. A blue, oblong pill

3. A strange fox mask

4. MYSTERY BOX BABYYYY

[ahrencmeptn-aa]

I’m gonna post some wildin’ shit here soon, kiddos.

[bluiex]

In the Frankenstein au (that's what I'll call it for now), I would think that of course, Scar is a regular human, already pretty muscular and has those emerald eyes everyone loves though not someone to pick out from the crowd, but when he turns, he does actually morph. He grows 2 times bigger than he is, edges appear a bit sharp and his skin turns as dark as the void, consuming his clothes completely, an example that could be useful would be venom, and he has these bright purple eyes that change color based on his emotion. Green, friendly. Yellow, Unpredictable. Red, Hostile. You get the gist.

When he turns, the main cause is intense emotions. He is described as fast, strong, and his senses are amped up. He's sorta like a thing from your nightmares. He has no mouth and when he moves around, he tends to be on all 4s.

The first time he morphed, he was very scared and was basically full of adrenaline and his fight or flight activated.

It's said that his turning was accidental, well that's what was originally said but it was determined as a planned hit, whatever the reason, and that's why Scar was violent. He didn't know who injected him with the substance that made him morph but he couldn't tell who did it, so he went for everybody. Fear is what makes him stronger despite how much he resents the idea of it.

One time someone was giving Grian a hard time and it was really ticking Scar off so he pulled Grian back gently by the shoulder, then with an arm nearly engulfed in void he slammed that hand down almost breaking the cart he slammed it on and his sharp fingers clutched at the edges. His eyes flashed orange and were rather quickly on their way to red while the person's eyes were wide, one pace back. He had a threatening smile on his face. "Now I'm only speaking for myself but—" he places the hand on their shoulder, face closer, voice quieter, "If I were you, I'd start running before my head gets smeared on the floor," The grip at their shoulder would be nothing but intimidating, his words coming out thick and wasn't a threat, it was a promise and it wouldn't be empty. With hesitation the person walked out the door and Grian looked shocked as Scar went back to normal. That would be the first time Grian saw him turn. Though not fully, it counted to him.

—🎭

Aw nooo Scar getting targeted (love it)

oh god oh fuck I want Scar to go aboslutely sicko mode for Grian, and just kill someone

[lewdbabies]

~Undercover~ Part 1 💗 Gojo satoru fluff/smut

warning: MDNI, 18+, Smut, Language, sexual situations, gore, Dom spy Gojo etc

“Y/N” warm breath brushes against your earlobe.

“Smile baby, They are watching “ you say through your teeth smiling and nodding at passerby’s. He scoffs, picking up his scotch on the rocks. He scans the perimeter sizing up the crowd, His crystal blue eyes Dart at the speed of light. You watch him, drinking in how dashing he looks tonight. He stood there long legged clad in a all black vintage Versace suit. His golden cuff links danced in under the light of the chandeliers above. His white hair was slick back exposing his sharp jawline and gorgeous glossy features. He leaned against the bar sipping on a glass you wished could be you. You didn’t particularly enjoy these missions but you and Gojo satoru were the best of the best.

The mission was simple, infiltrate the Gala and dispose of the target. Despite your everyday lack of people skills when it came time for a mission you always knew how to turn the charm up. Your presence had the power to make a whole room go silent, All eyes on you.

All the men loved you and all the women wanted to be you, A true blessing and curse. Gojo held the exact same power if not more, he was stunning the embodiment of envy. Headquarters decided to pair up their two secret weapons which is how you became partnered with the famous sorcerer.

You two put that power on full display as you weave through the crowd hand in hand. Conversations go silent as they gawk at you passing by, Gojo squeezes your hand tighter. You spot your target at the top of the grand stair case walking into what seemed like a private VIP room. You and Gojo’s eyes meet in a telepathic agreement as you push your way to the staircase. The crowd quiets down as they watch you and Gojo climb the stairs, the air fills with mumbles and girly giggles.

“I guess I truly am the main attraction “ He coos, shooting you a cocky wink.

“Hardly, It’s clear I’m the sexy one in this partnership” You joke.

“Damn right” his thumb traces the back of your hand. You look down slightly flustered, He was a playboy so you never paid his flirtation much mind . You shake your head composing yourself for what might happen next. ‘This isn’t the time for distractions’ you think to yourself releasing his hand once you reach the top.

“How exactly do you plan to get in there” he questions.

“Leave it to me” you take off swiftly down the hall heels clicking against the marble floor , Gojo follows after you.

You stop in front of a door reading ‘storage’ he gives you a curious look.

“Ugh fuck it’s locked “ you say, yanking at the handle.

“Leave it to me” He shoves you gently against the door, you stare into his icy orbs as he leans in cupping the back of your head. His hands work into your hair, your eyes begin to flutter as he draws nearer, your heart is pounding.

He tilts your head back massaging your scalp with the pads of his fingers. He pulls away suddenly your hair falls to your shoulders in a wave. He holds up his hand your ruby hair clip is perched between his slender fingers.

“Keep watch Doll” He crouches down working quickly on the lock, you turn away flustered to watch the surrounding area.

After a while Two men with ear pieces walk past, you slap Gojos Shoulder mumbling “Someone’s coming!” He mutters a curse twisting at the lock faster.

Click.

The door swings open, he grabs your wrist dragging you inside.

“Ouch!” Your foot hits a mop bucket.

“Oh yeah laugh it up asshole” you sneer watching him double over in quiet laughter.

He stands wiping the tears from his eyes “ So step one is out the way, what’s next boss” he leans against the metal shelf arms folded. You turn your back to him lifting your hair exposing the back of your red gown.

“Unzip me” you order.

“ Wow in the middle of a mission huh, Alright but it has to be a quickie “ he grabs your waist pulling you back your ass slams against his bulge. You stomp your heel down crashing into his leather loafer.

His grip tightens in pain his fingers dig into your hips “Ah-“ you moan pushing away from him.

“No you idiot! Just unzip the dress!” He mumbles curses as he pulls down the zipper revealing a black leather body suit.

Your dress falls and he takes a closer look at you, your thighs are covered by lacy black thigh high stockings. Your breast sit perched on your chest cleavage nearly bursting free. You reach into your hand bag pulling out a pair of elbow length black gloves.

“Hold this” you shove your bag into his hands, you grab the base of your wig pulling it off in one motion revealing your natural hair underneath. Gojo bites his lip shamelessly scanning you from head to toe.

“Like what you see?” You tease.

He runs his hand through his frosty locs.

“Love it” he says.

You stuff your gown behind the chemical shelf, “Here put this on” you hand him a solid gold chain, he raises an eyebrow.

He slides the chain around his neck nodding in approval.

“The target is hosting a private auction, He’s been trading curse infected humans on the underground market...women specifically, a true fucking sicko. The theme of tonight’s room is pussy to put it plainly. We’re going in undercover as a stripper and body guard. Tonight my name is Elektra, got it?” You state.

“ So tonight I’m your pimp?...” he chuckles you slap his chest playfully.

“Shut u-“ Your head snaps to the door, Gojo gives you an apologetic nod before wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you into a fierce kiss. His hand slides down the length of your back hovering on your ass, his grip settling on the curve where you thigh meets your cheek pulling you deeper into his heated lips. His fingers trail further between your thighs pressing against your quivering cunt.

“Uhn- Ah” you moan into the kiss throwing your arms around his neck.

The door flies open, the men you’d seen just minutes ago stand there in full combat mode.

“Can’t a guy get alittle privacy “ Gojo chuckles slapping your ass.

“Ah I feel so embarrassed “ you nuzzle into his jacket playing coy.

The men look you up and down in suspicion hands reaching for their pockets.

“I’d say you could stay and watch but that would cost you...” He smirks stealing your lips for another kiss ramming his tongue down your throat.

The men look away uncomfortably, the Man to the left reaches up pressing his ear piece. “False alarm” he calls over the radio.

“Get the fuck out of here if I catch you sneaking around again.... your dead” he warns.

Gojo giggles blowing the men a kiss as they slam the door shut.

You realize how close you two are, how his fingers are pressing gently into your core. You jump pushing him into the shelf behind.

“L-let’s go we have a job to finish” you say sternly sliding on your trench coat.

His tongue slides over his reddened lips giving you a cunning smile.

“After you princess”

~part 2 coming soon Stay tuned it gets spicy~ 🌶 🥵

Comment,share, and Leave a suggestion who I should write next 💕gojo

[flannelepicurean]

Hey, Kitten

Okay, so here's a random idea my sicko mind dropped on me, that I'm now bequeathing unto all of you. You're welcome (devious).

So, Johnny’s taking a big ol’ topless nap on the couch, because why the hell not? Giant tits and fuzzy tummy on full display. Just lounging. Possibly in a sunbeam. So relaxed.

Danny wanders by, gets an eyeful, pauses. He’s intrigued. There’s a certain allure, a siren song he can’t resist. He leans and checks the periphery in a few different directions, realizes ain’t nobody else around. And he’ll never get a chance like this again. So he sneaks over, full stealth mode, leans in close, reaches out an eager hand, and gives the tummy fuzz a good, solid rub.

And Johnny doesn’t shift an inch…but he starts purring. 

Literally.

Like a giant goddamn kitty-cat.

And Danny leaps back in shock, and confusion, and starts to question his own sanity, because there’s no way, there’s no way this can be happening, but then the purring winds down a bit, and Johnny cracks one eye open halfway and rumbles, “What, you’re gonna stop now? Right after you got my motor runnin’?”

And Danny’s understanding of the very nature of reality dissolves, and his brain grinds to a screeching halt, and he stares in fascinated horror and stammers, “Wha…how…?”

Johnny just gives him a lackadaisical shrug and shifts into a more comfortable position on the couch. 

Danny rubs his temples. Stumbles away muttering, “Okay. I can’t. I can’t with this…I just…okay…” 

Johnny rolls over and goes back to sleep. 

Danny puts the whole experience in the vault. Doesn’t think about it at all, really. Maybe it drifts by as a hazy notion now and then, but he begins to remember it as a weird dream he had once, or something.

And then one day he’s taking a nap on the couch on a glorious, sunny afternoon, and he dreams that someone’s just ever so gently rubbing his belly, and the feeling is so nice, so pleasant, so soothing, it just radiates bliss through every bit of his body, and there’s a cat somewhere nearby, there has to be, because he can hear purring…really loud purring…

And he shifts, and starts to come awake, and realizes with a jolt that there is, in fact, a hand on his stomach, and there is, in fact, some quite loud purring…coming from him. And he freezes, and his eyes go wide. 

And there’s Johnny, leaning over him with a devilish smirk. And he winks roguishly and says, “Hey, kitten.”

And Danny has no explanation for any of this. He just knows that he’s never been more confused or terrified or turned on in his life, and judging by the look in Johnny’s eye, shit’s about to get wild, and weird…and he starts purring a little louder.

[cosmic-rich]

Some THOTS for you imagine headcanons, imagine possibilities, for BDE DADDY Boba™

Not believing his smoking hot princces who always brings ppls attention to her because of her looks about her being a virgin (still havent fcked yet so he doesnt know the truth). Then they finnaly do it, the reader is actually all 🥺🥺🥺 shy and flustered and then Boba realizes she was not lying.

CORRUPTION KINK IN COMMING and he goes sicko mode on her lmfao

(a little bit of self-exposing im 22 virgin and I would die if an older daddy like our grumpy king would claim me as his) ok im gotta show myself out 😳😳😳

Jesus Christ okay! So Boba is fucking huge right? We can all agree that he's packing like 8 inches? And he's like reaaly girthy?

You would be so scared to take him for the first time. Like he's really big and thats intimidating as fuck. You can barely take his fingers :'). When he finds out that you've never been with anyone before, sexually?? He's like "oh shit, i'm really sorry in advance" and he's genuinely worried that he's gonna tear you. But you assure him that you'll be fine with enough prep and lube, lots of lube. But he gets those primal thoughts too, wants to stuff you full of his cock, leave you limping for days. Have you quivering and sobbing beneath him. But he needs to be gentle with you before you can handle that, and he knows that it'll take some time.

When the time came, he made sure to work you up to four fingers. But even then, he was still so much bigger. When he pushed into you, he could barely push passed the tip at first, "I need you to loosen up little one, relax." and when your muscles were finally relaxed enough to where he could begin to push into you, he took it as slow as possible. He got about half way when the tears started to leave your eyes. He assured you that he would stop the second you asked him to, but you really wanted to do this. So he gave you all the time you needed to breathe, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs. "You're doing so well, little one. I'm about half way there, do you want to keep going?" he would ask, swiping the tears from your cheek. "keep going, daddy" "Okay little one, okay. Just get used to this first". You would lie like that for however long it took for you to adjust to what he's given you. When he eventually gets around three fourths of the way, you stop him by putting your hand against his stomach, trying to catch your breath. "Little one, you don't have to take all of me right now, we can wait", but your adament on taking him completely. So when hes finally fully seathed into you, you have tears running down your cheeks, your hiccups filling the air. "You did so well, little girl. I'm so proud of you" he would say pressing kisses over each of your tear covered cheeks.

[everybodyscupoftea]

the tramp stamp

frat jj x reader

i’m drunk because the leafs lost, but i wrote this and i think it’s very important (it’s unedited) 

this is dedicated to @moldisgoodforyou​ because technically this was her idea (consensual content theft).

hannah! i hope i did this justice for you :)

(warnings: drinking, cursing, tattoos)

After the big intramural win, JJ and his teammates decided to hit downtown. You and the girlfriends got a table while the boys went straight to the bar for a round. JJ brought you back a vodka soda and slung an arm over your shoulder, “Baby, how’s it feel being the league’s leading scorer’s girl.”

You leaned into him and smirked, “I don’t know, what’s the benefit I’m getting out of it?”

His hand wandered a little, “Oh, sweetheart, I think you know.”

Laughing, you pinched his side, “Yeah, we’ll see how you’re feeling by the time we leave.”

“Dance?” he asked, leading you to the center of the dance floor without actually waiting for your answer.

Dreams and Nightmares by Meek Mill blasted through the dark club and JJ started bouncing, clearly worked up with adrenaline and alcohol. You could smell the tequila on his breath as he screamed along, face close to yours. It should’ve been gross, but you were feeling the vodka enough to just feel endeared by it.

You finally escaped when the heat got too much and you could feel the sweat on your neck. Some of the other girls were still at the table when you got back, all watching the boys celebrating. One of them nudged you as you sat down, fanning your face, “Imagine if they were pros.”

With a laugh you told her, “I’m not sure I could survive a cup win.”

JJ went back and forth between the bar and the dance floor for a while before stumbling back over to you. Mostly sober, you were able to stay on your feet when he leaned most of his weight into you. He slurred out, “Baby, where ya been?”

“Been right here, J. Where you been?”

“Vibin. You’ve seen me on the dance floor, huh?”

“Yeah I have.”

“Good, dancing for you, sweetheart.”

You laughed, “Damn, can’t believe I get all this for free.”

He planted a sloppy kiss on what was supposed to be your lips, but he miscalculated and actually hit your chin. Pulling back, he frowned and muttered, “Fuck,” before trying again, with a little more success.

You took pity and tilted his chin up a little bit to meet your lips like normal. JJ tried to deepen the kiss, but you kept it tame. Pressing slightly on his chest, you told him, “We’re in public, babe, I’m not near drunk enough for exhibitionism.”

“But I love you, and we won” he whined, leaning in again.

Pushing him away with two fingers on his lips, you frowned, “Take that shit back, I refuse to have you tell me you love me the first time with fucking Sicko Mode playing in the background.”

“No takesies backsies,” he told you with a giggle, kissing your fingertips.

“JJ,” you groaned, stepping away.

“Woah, save that for the bedroom, sweetheart.”

“God I hate you sometimes.”

He winked and shook his head, “No you don’t. You haven’t said it yet, but I know you love me.”

“Oh yeah, that full of yourself, huh?”

“You look at me with happy eyes.”

You stifled a laugh, “Happy eyes?”

“Yeah, you don’t look at anyone else the same way, so I know you love me.”

That was so not the environment you wanted to have that conversation in, so you just hugged him in attempt to stop him from continuing, and it worked. He melted into you a little bit before pulling away, “Home?”

You nodded, “Let’s go home, baby.”

After calling an uber and waiting on the sidewalk, JJ finally turned to you, “Hey, what do you think about matching tattoos?”

You shrugged, “I’d think about it. Could be fun if we had the long-term discussion.”

“Fuck yeah,” JJ cheered, throwing his hands up just as the uber arrived.

Suppressing a laugh, you pulled him into the SUV. He followed easily and the driver started the short route to your apartment. You had a hankering for some strawberries, which you knew you had in the fridge, so you didn’t really pay attention to whatever JJ was doing next to you.

You didn’t have to help JJ up the stairs, shockingly, but when you got into your apartment, it was like he couldn’t stand straight.

“Babe, you want some water?”

He followed you to your room, not answering, and you turned around to look at him as he tried to collapse onto your bed. Unfortunately for him and your downstairs neighbors, he missed and hit the floor hard. You stifled a laugh and he pouted at you from the floor.

“You missed,” you told him, holding out a cup of water. He took it and almost dumped it down his shirt immediately, and you sighed, going to get a paper towel for him. By the time you got back, he was standing, holding the cup away from him, shirt totally soaked.

He grinned, “Hey, I’m going with some friends to smoke some weed, can I come back around 2?”

With a sigh, you nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be up, be safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And with one last hug, he was gone. You straightened up your room, changed into your pajamas, and started a movie on your laptop that would last you until about 2 a.m. Somewhere during the movie, you fell asleep and sometime later, woke up to banging on your door.

Stumbling to your feet from your bed, you checked the time. 6:30 a.m. JJ was leaned against your door frame, clearly fucked up, wearing different clothes than the night before. You rubbed your eyes a few times before letting him in. He looked at you, put a hand on your shoulder, and said, “Baby, I’m still so fucked up.”

You led him to the couch, and he collapsed on it. Confident that he was still breathing, you went back to your bed and fell asleep.

By the time you woke up, at 10, JJ was still passed out. Some of your friends had texted you asking about brunch, so you wrote out a short note in case JJ were to wake up while you were gone. He barely shifted when you walked out and tripped over the TV table, so you were pretty sure he’d still barely be conscious when you got back home.

When you got back, he was still out, just like you predicted. You decided to get some homework while he was out. Sitting on your bed, door cracked so you could see if he moved, you started working on a paper for your Ethics class.

JJ finally started to move, so you walked out to be there when he woke up. He’d likely be pretty confused. You glanced over him once and did a double take at the glimpse of ink you saw under his shirt. A little hesitantly, you shoved his shirt up, only to see something that looked a little familiar inked onto his lower back.

Your loud laughter woke JJ up completely and he squinted at you, trying to figure out what the fuck you were laughing at. Sitting down before you fell over, you ran your hand through his hair. He squinted and rasped out, “Morning, mamas.”

“It’s 3 p.m. JJ.”

“Oh.”

You kept stroking his hair and smiled at him, “Got a tattoo last night, hon?”

He tried pushing himself into an upright position before giving up and slumping further into the couch, “I can’t remember.” Glancing down, he did a double take at his shirt, “Is this mine?”

Shrugging, you pulled at the t-shirt, “I’m not sure, but you didn’t leave in this.”

“Fuck, what happened last night?”

“I don’t know, but you told me you’d be back at 2 a.m., and I didn’t see you until 6:30.”

“What day is it?”

And that one even you had to think about, “Saturday afternoon,” you told him after a few seconds.

“Damn, sorry, sweetheart.”

“You’re good, J. I went to brunch and brought home some leftovers; you want some?”

“Actually yeah,” he shifted and you were immediately reminded of the new ink. JJ pushed himself all the way up and stretched, arms going over his head. You glanced around him, and sure enough, your initials, right at the top of his waistband.

“Hey, hon?” you asked, trying to find the best way to broach the subject.

JJ yawned, jaw clicking with how wide his mouth opened, before responding with a questioning hum.

“What about new ink?”

He shrugged, body going a little limp and you gripped the front of his jeans, trying to get him to turn around. JJ leered at you a little and you rolled your eyes until he finally turned and you were able to pull his shirt up to get a good look.

“Baby,” he started, “I do love you, and I faintly remember our conversation. Even though I was fucked up, I meant it.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you told him, lightly tracing the raised ink before taking a quick picture of it.

“Good,” he said, turning back around to kiss you.

You pushed his face away, “You’re not getting close to me without a toothbrush, sweetcheeks.”

JJ grumbled a little bit before going to the bathroom. As soon as you heard the sink start, you sent him the picture. It was obvious when he saw it because you heard a choking noise and a loud ‘what the fuck’ before he came stumbling out of your bathroom.

He looked at you a little panicked, “Is this real?”

You laughed, “Sure looks like. How’s it feel having a tramp stamp of my initials, dumbass.”

“Your dumbass,” he responded with a wink.

“Fuck, I guess so,” you responded, before holding out one of his shirts you had in your drawers, “please put on this shirt, I’m tired of seeing you in Pike letters.”

“Pike?!” he exclaimed, almost choking on the toothbrush, and you burst into laughter.

Before he could go into a full panic, you interrupted, “It’s a joke, baby. But for real, that shirt smells like weed, let me wash it.”

He tugged it off with a sheepish smile, “I love you?”

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t know, are you open to hearing it today?” he asked, a little sarcastically.

“I love you too,” you told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “finish brushing your teeth, baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responded with a wink.

***

tagging: @girlsru1eboysdroo1​ @socialwriter​ @diverdcwn​ @stfukie​ @peypip​ @simpin4jj​

[burnedbyshoto]

First time anal w mr sho todo? BcOOF DAMN i have a feeling something would click in his brain and he'd go sicko mode full rough must destroy?

I can’t remember if my house sitting fic was first time anal, but he def didnt hold back when he stuck it in the booty hole 🤔 anywho:

anal was something that definitely intrigued shouto in both a disgusted and excited way. on one hand he couldn’t even come to think that he would ever, and he meant ever, stick his cock up somewhere where a person defecated - but on the other hand everyone who’s ever tried it always said it was an experience you could never forget.

after countless, countless conversations about how on earth the two of you would consider it, he was knelt on the bed, his cock wrapped in a condom, lube dripping from your puckered hole and his hard cock. he stared at your owlishly blinking eyes, unable to find the will to begin to move because he still wasn’t sure if this was for him after all. he had already prepped you, having stuck two of his fingers in your ass, only to feel like there was minimal difference between one cavity from the next, but he carried on.

“if you’re not ready—“ you start, your hands pressing onto his arms, but shouto shook his head.

“no, we agreed,” he simply stated, his hands pressing the tip of his cock to the unbudging hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“i’ve taken a shit fatter than your—“

“you need to learn when to stop,” shouto snorted, the tip of his cock pushing into your puckered hole, and your words died with a unintelligible squeak.

with time and patience shouto eventually sank his cock balls deep into you, his back curved and sweating with his own arousal at being so disgusting with you, and how you clawed at his back, singing and praising him with the feeling of your tight ass being stretched out without anything to stop it.

he wanted to be gentle, he really did, but as shouto stared down at your intoxicated on pleasure state, he couldn’t help but for his hips to roll out and slam into you — and then something happened.

the blood in his ears rushed and he felt his sanity slip at the overwhelming sensations, feelings, and thoughts that poured out of his mind and tongue while he savegly fucked your ass, your delightful screams and incessant pleads for more only riling him further on.

he came with time, his body shaking, sweaty, and unbelievably sore, but the distant look in your eyes with the swoonful tint to it made it all better. oh yeah, the two of you would definitely do this more.

[waitimcomingtoo]

hi love! do you mind telling me the entire story of when you met tom? idk where to find it and i'm seeing other anons talk about it. if you don't feel like it i completely understand and you can disregard this ask. hope you're staying safe x 💖✨

I would love too! I’ve never told the full thing on here so thank you for asking! I hope you’re safe and healthy 💛

Here’s my story of meeting Tom at ACE comic con

The convention was in August and I got my tickets early July and didn’t tell a soul in case the plans fell through.

The amount of research and prepping I did to make sure my makeup wouldn’t make me look like a ghost and things like that was unreal

The day came and I took a train to Philadelphia because I’m from New York the night before and stayed a a hotel right next to the convention center and when I tell you I did not sleep for a SECOND that night

I got to the convention center around 8 and waited on line for his panel

He came out to All I Do Is Win 🥺 and talked about Spider-Man leaving the MCU and some other things for about an hour

My photo op was at 1 so I walked around the convention and met some awesome cosplayers (including a venom cosplayer who asked ME for a photo with him on his phone and then proceeded to lick me with his fake tongue)

I’m not kidding (I was so scared)

I got on line at maybe 12:30 and waited on this huge, wrap around line until about 2:50

I finally got to where you drop off your bags and my heart was going sicko mode

I entered the room where he was and GUH the way I nearly died

There were a few girls in front of me and a lady asked me what pose I wanted to do and I told her a hug and she said, and I quote, “sorry, no hugs”

I was deadass about to cry because I paid all this money, came all this way, and waited all this time for no hug???

But then the girl in front of me hugged him and the lady laughed and said “oh! I guess you can hug!”

So THANK YOU to that girl in front of me

Now it’s my turn

I walk up to him and my legs and shaking and I do NOT look this man in the eyes

I say “hi, you’re from heaven” and he goes “aw thank you”

please don’t judge me for what I said, I cannot be accountable for what comes out of my mouth when Tom Holland is standing next to me

I ask him for a hug and he says SURE and I ask if he can prop his leg up and the way his face lit up 🥺🥺 and he said “of course!” like he’d been waiting all day for someone to ask him that

We take the picture, and I think I blacked out?

he smelled kinda sweaty and kinda like cologne and just like…British

I still have not looked him in the eyes at this point and as I’m walking away, he kinda slides his hands that were on my back to my arms and he HOLDS ME THERE so I look up at him

It was like slow motion 😔

And he looks me in my eyes and I look him in his

Im like 👁👄👁 and he’s like 👁—👁 (because he doesn’t have lips)

And he says

“I’ll see you later, okay?” With the cutest smile and puppy dogs eyes and I DIED

I think I said okay? I was definitely out of my body at that point

So I leave and I start crying RIGHT AWAY

I get on line and get my favorite photo in the world that I look at every day and have printed on a blanket lmao

He was the sweetest, funniest, and most genuine man and I am forever lucky to have met him

And we were wearing matching outfits! Our minds

Here’s our picture 😉

[caprina-mints]

Hey, how would Masky, hoodie, Toby, Jane reaching seeing their y/n half naked but also covers in blood after killing someone (no their not in the mansion)

Jane :

➹ Pretty worried and broke her cool the moment she saw you half naked and covered in blood.

➹ She didn't mind the dead body what she was worried about was if that blood on you was yours or not.

➹ " Babe... It's not my Blood"

➹ Don't even try prying her hands away because she will glare down on you like a fucking savage mommy.

➹ she'll probably volunteer (force) to wash you to see if there are any injuries behind the blood coating your skin.

➹ and while she's washing your hair that's where her mind finally began to process what happened.

➹ " What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have gotten hurt "

➹ Yup you'll be scolded and overprotective momma mode is turned on right away.

➹ After that Fiasco she'll let you change and the two of you would clean the blood and body downstairs before making dinner.

Hoodie :

✜ Like Jane he was pretty Much more concerned about your well being completely ignoring ( and even stepping ) on the dead body.

✜ He was silent for the most parts which clearly made you anxious because when he suddenly becomes silent... He's mad.

✜ " Shower. " He sternly stated and you knew right away to not disobey him and scurried upstairs to take a shower.

✜ You had never taken a shower so quick in your entire life until now.

✜ Once you were done you immediately changed into clean clothes and plopped down on your bed closing your eyes because you feared Hoodie's wrath.

✜ A few seconds later you heard loud footsteps approaching your room and the the door was slammed open.

✜ You clearly knew who it was and pretended to be asleep...

✜ Unlucky for you he didn't buy it.

✜ " Get up. Living room... NOW " The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine and unconsciously, you stood up and followers him downstairs.

✜ He sat down on the couch and you sat opposite from him and the whole majority of the time was spent glaring at you.

✜ You didn't even blink. Knowing he'd explode any minute now--

✜ And he did. Big Daddy Bear was resurfacing and he was scolding you so much and saying how disappointed he was at you saying you could do better.

✜ You were upset because you were just defending yourself. That sicko was a burglar and was about to rob you when you were in the bathroom showering.

✜ Once you explained why you did it his gaze softened but the damage was already done.

✜ you stood up abruptly and stomped towards the door wanting some fresh air outside but Hoodie was faster than you.

✜ He was restraining you from leaving by wrapping his arms around your form saying sorry and apologizing for his misinterpretation .

✜ You were upset. Really upset so he made up by staying with you for the rest of the week doing everything for you.

✜ Papa bear loves you too much.

Toby :

✤ Well He'd be pretty impressed and Happy that you managed to get your first kill.

✤ He even twirled you around saying how proud he was of you.

✤ You wonder why you were even scared earlier.

✤ But still. This Boy is concerned about you and asked if you had any injuries .

✤ Of course once he noticed that you were half naked he started stuttering and his eyes darted from one place to another as long as it's not on you.

✤ The blush on his cheeks were pretty visible too.

✤ Even when you two had done it a lot he'd still be embarrassed and turn into a blushing mess when you lack clothing around him.

✤ which is adorable because this bby boy of yours is just too precious.

✤ He offered to Clean everything up while you go shower and yes you did take a shower because the blood on you was beginning to feel sticky.

✤ Once you were done you went downstairs to find Toby smiling at you like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in the wonderland.

✤ You gave him a hug and tried squishing his cheeks to get rid of that creepy smile on his face.

✤ Then you proceeded to make dinner and while you were cooking you heard Toby on the phone bragging about your first kill with his friends and well...

✤ You almost chopped your finger off from holding in your chuckle and the knife slipped.

Masky :

✥ Well when he never expected to see his s/o half naked, covered with blood holding a knife and a dead body on the floor.

✥ He Has a blood kink and call him twisted but seeing you like that was really tantalizing and he feels like he could do so many sinful things to you in one go if you asked him to.

✥ It was tempting and you looked really inviting but knowing Masky he'd never admit it... Ever so instead he said something that made you want to chuck your knife on his (handsome) face

✥ " You on your period or something? That's a lot of Menstrual blood "

✥ " .... Get the fuck out of my house you sick fuck! " You yelled and he only gave you an eye roll .

✥ He didn't reply hut instead he proceeded to help you clean up the body and bury it near your backyard.

✥ Now both of you are bloody so The two of you decide to take a bath together.

✥ He won't accept a shower because apparently you 'owed' him and he wanted a warm bath on the tub with you.

✥ you had no choice because you were too drained to fight back so you just oblige to his request.

✥ Once the tub was full he was the first to hop in and he dragged you along with him. That caught you off guard so you let out a loud scream and started cussing masky for being an idiot.

✥ your constant nagging was starting to piss him off so he grabbed you by your hair and forced a kiss on you.

✥ You were straddling him and the kiss got heated fast with his hands roaming all over your body.

✥ " I'm Tired" You complained and tried to push him off but it was too late, you felt his hardened cock brush against your thigh .

✥ " Shut up and let me do all the work, now be a good baby doll , I don't want to hear complains. I wanna hear moans. Loud moans. "

[dolphin-enthusiast]

Headcanons for the villains who have a girlfriend with anger management issues (but like, remove Diavolo and crew bc he too... bdsm strawberry mold lice and instead, if you will, put Kakyoin) who will go into rage mode at any given moment if pissed off. Thanks!

Honestly this request speaks to me on a deep spiritual level because....s a m e

Dio:

- Ok but have you seen how sicko mode this man goes when challenged?? He straight up crushes people under fucking road rollers, that’s JUST how chaotic he is. One could say that he’s far beyond anger management issues really. He is....something more.

- Either way, he’d really understand you, be sure of it. Even more so, we all know what a bad fucking influence he is so he’d definitely tell you some shit like “oh baby but don’t be afraid to let your anger run free it’s not ok bottling up!!!!” and while he ain’t wrong, NOT controlling your anger issues can end up pretty fucking bad obviously.

- He really has a thing for seeing you angry, that is for sure. But for your own sake he’d eventually try helping you not throw fits by distracting you in any way possible. Sometimes he’d simply grab your face, making you look him in the eye as he’d tell you to calm down in an odd but comforting soft tone. Dio may not be the best at this, but he would actually put some effort for once and do his best at helping you manage your anger. But if we’re speaking about combat, you’re free to run wild of course.

Kars:

- Ok but this man is amazingly good at keeping his cool at all times, and honestly it ain’t even that surprising considering he’s the ultimate lifeform. I mean he really has nothing to worry about in general. That isn’t to say he wouldn’t try helping you tone your impulsiveness down of course.

- He’d be a bit taken aback by just how fiery you can get, but at the same time it would be...strangely alluring? Hell if he knows. But you’d be surprised at how good he is when it comes to actually helping you manage your anger. He’s uncharacteristically softer around you and always watches his mouth, something that he obviously doesn’t do in general. Like ever.

- Just like in Dio’s case, the only time he wouldn’t try helping you chill would be if someone wronged you (or him) and you were basically getting ready to beat their ass. He would see no reason as to actually stop you from doing it since that person was clearly asking for it.

Kira:

- Possibly the calmest out of the villains...like in general. That is, until you step on his toes. We all know what happened with Koichi. But overall, he’s a pretty chill and average guy that would immediately be concerned with just how full of anger you are.

- Honestly it would be amazing at how invested he would be in helping you basically become fucking zen. Like me mans straight up brings out the herbal tea and breathing exercises, that’s how dedicated he is. After all, his biggest wish is to live a peaceful life devoid of any kind of stress. And by deduction that’s what he also wants for you.

- It’s not everyday that he considers having an actual companion, so you bet that he won’t rest until you’d be perfectly at ease. Overtime you’d find that his methods would actually work and at some point his mere presence would be enough to make you instantly chill. Listen his screws may be loose as all fuck but at least he’s a good influence when it comes to this. He makes sure to never outwardly be angry around you either. I mean, he’s mostly passive aggressive if anything. But it’s never directed towards you.

Kakyoin:

- Second best at handling this after Kira. This man is absolutely fucking zen at all times and will help you unwind each time you’d be getting angry again. He’s the kind of person that’s extremely good at helping others relax, it’s as if his presence alone is enough to help people become more comfortable.

- Like this man overall has a calming aura and will most likely be succesful in his attempts at managing your anger issues in no time. Be it by making you some tea, cuddling you plenty or trying to distract you from the matter, Kak will be by your side at all times. Not to mention that he’d be encouraging and reassuring you everytime you’d come down from another episode.

- Overall, a very loving and supportive boi that’s going to eliminate all the stress from your life in a heartbeat. His polite yet gentle smile and warm voice would often be enough to at least help you regulate your breathing when things would get rough again. Sometimes you’d be left wondering about how he is so damn good at all of this, and most importantly, how he manages to do it so effortlessly. All that Kak would say in response would be that he loves you too much and that you deserve the best. He’d confess this while having the fondest most genuine of smiles adorning his features, of course.

[artificialqueens]

Girls Interrupted, Chapter 2: She Wants To Dance Like Uma Thurman, But She Can’t (Vatya) 2/2 - Maeve

A/N: Hi, it’s Maeve here, and holy fuck this is long! Sorry for the wait, everyone, it’s been a real time. I’ll admit that I spent a lot of time collecting firsthand accounts of real teen parties because homegirl has never been to one of the cool kid ones. I feel no personal shame! I hope you all enjoy it. I’m a one woman show over here, but I’ve tried to be as accurate as possible with the characterization of the queens. There are some parts of this chapter that might be a little confusing, but that’s because the story is told through Katya’s eyes and she doesn’t always have all of the information. She will soon, though! As always, constructive criticism (really feedback of any kind) is welcome. If there’s interest, I’ll drop my sideblog one of these days. Here’s some petty teenage bullshit to take your mind off of the outside world.

What do normal people wear? What’s ‘in’ with the youths? Katya furrowed her brow. She grew out of following trends in middle school. The clothes weren’t her, and they didn’t magically assimilate her into a friend group either. So Katya was no manic pixie dream girl, more of a manic sexy carny And that was okay…most of the time. There would be a wide variety of teens at the party—Alaska ran in many different circles—but all of them had eyes, and Katya wasn’t about to make Alaska question her judgement over unironically worn Hawaiian print. She’d have to pass for artistically different. Dresses were risky, so Katya opted for a pair of skintight black denim shorts and a well-worn Warner Brothers Studios shirt. A good french tuck and a statement jacket were just enough to polish off her shabby-chic ensemble. It would have to be good enough.

Katya’s freshly washed hair had dried in loose waves that framed her face beautifully. Two things she refused to guilt herself into were shaving her legs and putting on makeup, and she wore her bangs down to hide the hairline she was so self-conscious about. It wasn’t like she was trying to impress anyone. Katya had given up on that a long, long time ago. She glanced at the clock. It was only a few minutes past 6:00. Living in a constant state of perpetual anxiety was a real bitch.

Katya sighed, Wheel of Fortune and Diet Coke it is. Her parents were at the neighborhood’s annual Back to School Barbecue, so she had the entire house to herself. She hoped there would be a familiar face or two—or at the very least caffeine—at Alaska’s house.

Katya could hear the music coming from the inside of Alaska’s house through her massive front door. It was a hot and humid evening, yet Katya chose to linger in the yard. She wasn’t the first one there, and she wouldn’t be the last one, either; there was just something about crossing the solid oak barrier that made her presence…pressing. Awkward, even.

Alaska wouldn’t have invited you if she didn’t want you to be here, Katya reminded herself. She knew this was true—Alaska Honard was an absolute sweetheart—but her paranoia got the best of her. She pulled out her phone and sent a message to ‘Bianca del Realest’:

I’m outside. Walk me in? I don’t wanna know if pigs’ blood comes out of denim.

Her phone vibrated seconds later with a response from Bianca:

Pussy.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a smug Bianca del Rio. Katya grinned, “Yes, I do have a pussy, mama, and I’m serving fish all night.”

Bianca howled, “I don’t put things in me if I don’t know where they’ve been, and you’re a filthy whore.”

“You rotted cunt! That was a rash, not a herpes sore!” Katya protested.

“Just get your ass in here, Zamo, before the neighbors call the police to report a solicitor on the premises,” Bianca stepped aside so Katya could enter.

The first thing she saw was an ornately framed oil painting of Alaska and her family. It had to be at least her height. “Holy mother of pearl…” Katya gaped.

“Mother of Alaska, actually. Father and sister, too,” Bianca corrected. Katya gave her a shove. “What? I do this out of love, honey.” The blonde rolled her eyes. “Come on, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Bianca grabbed hold of Katya’s arm and steered her towards the kitchen.

Alaska’s kitchen—which was a literal gourmet kitchen—was relatively empty save for an entire island of snacks and several coolers with drinks. She could still feel the thrum of the bass in her teeth, but the walls muffled the music’s full volume. What Katya found most shocking was actually who was in the kitchen. Trixie Mattel was leaning against the sink in a pair of light wash jeans and a flowing pink top.

Wow, Katya’s eyes went wide. She was in the same room as Trixie Mattel, about to be introduced by their apparently mutual friend, and she desperately needed to be able to pull herself together.

“Oh, honey, send in the clowns!” Trixie exclaimed, noticing Bianca’s return.

“I prefer to be called an erotic clown,” Bianca shot back. Katya snorted. “This is the creature I was telling you about.” Bianca gave Katya a small shove forward.

“Hi, I’m the chemical burn from the spiral perm, Trixie Mattel,” Trixie introduced herself extending a well-manicured hand. “I sit across from you in English, but we’ve never really talked.”

“Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova. But your dad just calls me Katya,” Katya winked and took Trixie’s hand, gently kissing her knuckles. Inside her head, Katya was screaming, Fuuuuuuuck. However, Trixie’s smile only grew. The life-sized Barbie doubled over with laughter.

Trixie turned to Bianca, “I’ll keep her!” Katya scrunched up her nose. She didn’t realize she was for sale.

“Just make sure to walk her often. She’s not house trained,” Bianca warned.

Katya wasn’t given the chance to retort because the door that connected the main room to the backyard flew open, and all three girls reached to cover their ears as Travis Scott’s voice grew three times as loud. An out-of-breath Jinkx Monsoon stood in the doorway, and her mouth began to move.

“What?” Bianca shouted over Sicko Mode.

Jinkx came further into the kitchen and screamed, “I said the hotshots just pulled up! If you don’t wanna get trampled, we should probab—”

“Bottoms up, bitches!” Willam shouted from somewhere in the hall. A cacophony of voices seemed to flood the space all at once, and then the kitchen was swarmed with all of the juniors on the cheer squad and football team. Hands and bodies were everywhere. Katya, standing at 5’1”, was swept away in the sea of future frat boys. Thankfully, the kitchen was only a stop on their route, and once the kitchen had been successfully raided, the four girls could get their bearings.

Jinkx straightened her dress. “Leave. I was going to say leave,” she finished her earlier thought and slumped against the kitchen island. “The real party’s out back. Now with added kegs.”

“Now, this I gotta see,” Bianca chuckled, “You in?” Katya shrugged and followed Bianca and Trixie past the horndogs sucking face in the living room and into Alaska’s massive backyard. She didn’t know what she’d gotten herself into, and she didn’t see it getting any better.

The glass doors let out onto a patio with a cabana and firepit. Stone steps led down to yet another seating area and a resort-style pool filled with floats, fountaints, and colored lights. There must’ve been at least a hundred people outside. She’d never seen so much illicit activity in one place. What was the word? Collusion? Collusion. Collusion vibes but not in a good way, Mama. We’re all going to hell, Katya swallowed thickly. The blonde was overwhelmed by the sweaty bodies, loud music, and flashing lights. Was this what a rave was like? The kegs by the pool were a happening place, and she planned to avoid them as much as possible.

When she looked to her right, she noticed Bianca had slipped away unnoticed, leaving her completely and utterly alone with one Trixie Mattel. Fuck. Again.

“Come get a drink with me!” Trixie insisted. She might not have been entirely comfortable alone with her crush, but tagging along was a significantly better option than hiding in a corner. The two pushed their way towards the booze. Trixie filled a red solo cup for Katya before grabbing one for herself and maneuvering them over to the poolside loveseat.

Katya’s drink felt awkward clutched in her hands. She knew that most highschoolers had experience with alcohol, but it was different watching her peers getting trashed. What’s the point? Katya wondered.

“That’s gonna get warm, you know?” Trixie snapped Katya out of her thoughts.

Katya gave her a sheepish smile, “I don’t really drink. Like at all. I just took it so you didn’t think I was lame.”

“Oh, honey,” Trixie began softly, “I would never judge you for something like that. Here, let me take that.” She made a grab for Katya’s cup, but Katya pulled it away.

“One sec!” Katya stuck two fingers of her free hand right into her beer and pulled them out. She saw the confusion on Trixie’s face and gave her a mischievous look. Katya took her beer fingers and wiped the alcohol across the pulse points on her neck. Playing it safe, she repeated the action until all the places she’d usual spray with perfume were sticky with beer. She was sure she smelled like a distillery. Perfect. Once again, Trixie made a grab for the cub, but another hand beat her to it. Alaska Honard in all her glory snatched it from Katya and drained its contents.

“Thanksss, Kati,” Alaska slurred. “Jus’ needed a lil’ liquid courage before I go on.” She swooped down to give Katya a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Alaska was sloshed. Her makeup was smudged she was swaying on her feet, and she smelled worse than Katya, who had just taken a bath in her beer.

“Go on what, Alaska?” Needless to say, Katya was a bit concerned. Because the two had done most of the work for their partner scene the previous class, Alaska and Katya were able to spend the day’s 3rd period chatting away. The demure girl from earlier was nowhere to be found. She was beginning to wonder if her friend had even processed her question when Alaska finally responded.

“‘M gonna be a star, Kati,” Alaska giggled. “Britney, bitch!” She then proceeded to fist up the fabric at the bottom of her dress and try to pull her black bodycon sequin gown up and over her body. Katya could only watch as she writhed around and made pitiful whining noises in her attempt to undress. “Off!” Alaska pouted, giving Katya her best puppy dog eyes.

Katya shared a look with Trixie before standing up and carefully spinning the blonde around. Her small hands were perfect for pulling down tiny zippers, and the dress slid down Alaska’s lithe body and pooled at her feet. Katya’s throat went dry.

Underneath her dress, Alaska wore a lacy, black strapless bra and a matching set of panties. Katya could not handle it. She didn’t mean to stare, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. Soft, pale, flawless, Katya took in the beauty in front of her. Talk about body-ody-ody. Alaska was toned with the supple legs of a dancer—unfortunately, she lacked a dancer’s poise. Katya’s aneurism was cut short when the cheerleader stumbled trying to get out of the offending garment.

“Geez, Alaska,” Katya exclaimed, “Would you be more careful?”

“I may not be graceful…” Alaska trailed off, beginning to sway on her feet.

“I need my Lasky!” Detox shouted from the edge of the pool. Alaska visibly perked at her nickname and gave Katya a sloppy goodbye kiss on the cheek before teetering off towards Detox and Roy.

What the fuck? Katya raised her eyebrows. She turned to Trixie in search of an answer as to what just happened, but all the blonde had to offer was a shrug. Katya looked back to Rolaskatox and noticed a few pertinent details she’d missed in her first glance: Roxy and Detox were also in their skivvies, three chairs were now in a row on the bridge that separated the two halves of the pool, and the music had stopped.

Katya tried to do the math in her head: liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar = ???? She had to be missing something. “‘I’m gonna be a star,’” Alaska had said…Fame = liquid courage + 3 scantily clad girls x 1 chair - Kendrick Lamar. Katya’s brows knit together. Some kind of performance? And then it hit her. “‘Britney, bitch,’”…They’re performing a Britney Spears number practically naked. Obviously the ideal way to spend a Friday night. Katya could think of no other explanation for the weird happenings of the last few minutes, but the answer she’d arrived at wasn’t any less of an acid trip.

The three girls took their places behind the chairs, and Roxy, who had at some point manifested a microphone, gave pearl a thumbs up.

“Where my party people at?” Roxy shouted into the microphone. Praise Putin for Pearl because the feedback on the mic might have made their ears bleed. The crowd around the pool hooted and hollered. Yuck, Katya gagged on the high school movie realness. “We’ve got a special treat for you tonight! Our little Lasky here,” Roxy pushed Alaska forward, “Didn’t think that she was going to make the varsity cheer team.” Alaska flushed at her friends divulgence and squirmed in her grip. Naturally, Roxy paid no attention to her friend’s discomfort, “So Toxy and I, we made a bet: if Lasky didn’t make varsity we’d have a Golden Girls marathon, but if she did…she’d have to show off her sweet moves at the Back-to-School Bash!”

“Hit it, Pearl!” Detox shouted. Roxy tossed the microphone to someone near the end of the walk, and the three girls took their places by their chairs. Alaska was clearly less thrilled about the performance than she was when she had been talking to Katya minutes ago. Liquid courage? No dice. The instrumental intro into Britney Spears’ “Toxic” began to play from the outdoor speakers, and Alaska’s gyrated her hips mechanically to the beat.

Baby, can’t you see

I’m calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It’s dangerous, I’m falling

Katya was dumbfounded. Mouth agape, she wondered, Does this shit happen at all high school parties? Mother, I swear I’m sober. She hadn’t had anything to drink, so she couldn’t have been drugged or anything crazy like that. This was, in fact, happening. And Katya had thought she was fucking mental. A glance to her side told her that she wasn’t the only one questioning her sanity; Trixie’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets.

There’s no escape

I can’t wait

I need a hit, Baby, give me it

You’re dangerous, I’m lovin’ it

Dangerous. There was something sinister about the atmospheric red that bathed the trio and spilled into the audience. Her hands began to tremble. Brenda, not now, she willed herself to calm down.

Too high

Can’t come down

Losin’ my head, spinnin’ ‘round and 'round

Do you feel me now?

It wasn’t just her shaking, though. Alaska’s body was vibrating with tension—not ‘loving it’. Her sisters in scandal moved a lot smoother than she did, and she was concentrating hard on keeping herself from falling off of her chair. How much “‘liquid courage’” did this bitch have? The trio had gotten up on their chairs at the beginning of the chorus and were doing what looked like Christina Aguilera choreography circa Genie in a Bottle. Katya wouldn’t be surprised if Rotox had actually gotten the wrong blonde when choreographing. Katya frowned, Alaska, please don’t crack your head open.

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride

You’re toxic I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

She regained her breath when the chair acrobatics were finally over. The dance routine had evolved into what could probably qualify as softcore porn. Roxy, Alaska, and Detox were writhing on the platform in an obscene manner. Katya thought they looked like cats in heat. Alcoholic cats in heat. Which was actually quite a shame because real alcoholic cats in heat were something that Katya would totally like to see.

It’s getting late to give you up

I took a sip from my devil’s cup

Slowly, it’s taking over me

Too high, can’t come down

It’s in the air and it’s all around

Can you feel me now?

Britney Spears you are a cruel bitch, Katya chewed her lower lip. She was trying her hardest not to feel anything.

With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

And I love what you do

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

If she weren’t so put off by the course the night had taken and concerned for her friend, she might have been more than a little turned on. There was no denying that Alaska was attractive—even as she flopped about like a fish on a marble platter—but her mother raised her right. We do not objectify women, and we definitely do not allow others to take advantage of inebriated ones.

Taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride

You’re toxic, I’m slippin’ under

With a taste of a poison paradise

I’m addicted to you

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

Katya had to admit she was impressed. There really was no better way to draw attention to yourself than repeatedly slamming your pussy into the makeshift stage. It certainly seemed to be working now; she might just have to try it sometime.

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin’ now

I think I’m ready now

I think I’m ready now

Intoxicate me now

With your lovin’ now

I think I’m ready now

Roxy, Alaska, and Detox all struck their final poses. Katya could see their chests heaving wildly as they held for the raucous applause of the party guests standing poolside. It was certainly strange, but she couldn’t knock their performance. Kids would be kids, right? She was about to chalk it all up to a bit of harmless fun, after all, when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber broke formation and pushed Alaska straight off of the platform. Suddenly, the tall blonde was in the water, limbs thrashing about in response to the sudden change in environment.

“Pool party!” Willam shouted, stripping off her own dress. Leave it to Willam to make a splash. Literally. For some reason the most inebriated of the guests decided that it was a fantastic idea to accidentally drown themselves instead of their sorrows. Soon, the pool was full of bodies and she could no longer keep track of her friend.

Alaska finally scampered to the steps with the stability of a newborn fawn. She all but fell out of the pool and took half of the water with her. Alaska’s mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her hair hung limp and matted. Roxy and Detox were nowhere to be found—either to help her clean up or to read her for filth. Coco Montrese and her longtime frenemy Miss Alyssa Edwards, however, were more than happy to fill in.

They sound like those brain dead hyenas from The Lion King, Katya snickered to herself. Maybe not that lady one, though. That bitch was fierce.

Alaska coughed up a mouthful of water right at their feet. “Hey, Coco,” She began, “Your makeup is terrible.” Coco wasn’t laughing anymore. Point Alaska.

“Have you seen yourself, mama?” Coco fired back, The blonde rolled her eyes and snatched the drink in Coco’s hand. Alaska tossed it back all in one go.

“Thanks,” Alaska drawled, tossing the empty cup back and wrapping herself in the first available towel.

Katya turned to Trixie with a question on her lips. “Does this happen often?” She asked. Trixie gave a low whistle.

“Pearl has dragged me to a lot of weird shit, but I think this might just be a first,” Trixie answered with gusto. She checked her watch, “And it’s not even 10:00! The night is still young, honey!”

Right, Katya thought, the night is still young. Just great.

Trixie soon ditched Katya for Pearl—something about the stupid pumpkin carriage coming to steal her friend after midnight—and Katya hadn’t known Trixie long enough to reasonably protest the abandonment. She hoped Bianca was somewhere inside the house.

There were still people in the living room, but it looked like the horny gremlins from earlier had finally gotten a room. Literally. Unfortunately, the cheerleaders that had taken their place were not much better. Head bitch Violet Chachki had her legs draped over one of the arms of a stately armchair in a carefree yet superior manner. Why anyone would want to be queen of the hot messes? Katya couldn’t tell you. But apparently power—or at least the perception of power—gave one Violet Chachki a raging hard on. Gag.

Bianca wasn’t in the room, but the blonde was determined to see her valiant quest through. Hopefully, she’d stumble upon a nunnery with some sexy ladies along the way. Sneaking past the wicked bitch of the west and her flying monkeys, she regrouped in the kitchen. Katya went down her mental checklist: Keys? Check. Assorted limbs? Check. Clothes? Check. Inhibitions? Check. Virtue? Debauched. Sanity? Remaining hopefully optimistic. Bianca? Still M.I.A. The kitchen was empty due to the commotion happening poolside. Chips crunched under the soles of Katya’s sneakers. That was another reason she didn’t enjoy being out in the general public for extended periods of time: bitches be nasty.

The second floor was significantly cleaner than the first. An entire floor of the Honards’ house was dedicated to entertainment. Katya knew that Alaska had an older sister, Nebraska, but she couldn’t fathom why any child—or two children for that matter—needed an entire floor to play. How could the rooms not feel so…empty? Katya wondered, shuddering involuntarily. The blonde couldn’t picture Alaska spending much time up here now. She felt as though she was looking at an abandoned playground and couldn’t help but think it made Alaska sad, too.

After a few moments, it became clear to Katya that Bianca wasn’t there, but she continued to linger on the landing. Her blue eyes were drawn to the set of stairs that would take her to the third floor. It was an idea for the pantheon of bad ideas; she was tempted nonetheless. Katya could hear her grandfather’s words in her head: ‘Curiosity killed the kitty, лисичка,’ What her Deda didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Besides, I’m not that kind of pussy, am I? She justified.

Katya crept up to the dark third story of the house with the innocence of an intruder—she’d plead the fifth if necessary. The second door down from the landing was ominously open. Honestly, there may as well have been a big red arrow pointing towards the room because Katya’s feet were already carrying her towards it. Darkness engulfed the room, itself, save for a rectangle of warm light.

“Jinkxy, is that you?” Alaska groaned, presumably from the same direction as the light. “Jus’ leave the dress on the bed. Save the lecture for the morning.”

Katya cleared her throat, “Alaska? It’s Katya. Can I come in?” She received a grunt in response. The blonde followed the sound into what turned out to be Alaska’s master bathroom. Her friend was curled up against her marble tub with a beach towel wrapped around her.

“How was I, Kati?“ Alaska drawled.

Katya took a seat in front of her and pulled her legs to her chest. She thought for a moment before speaking, “80% sexy, 20% disgusting…like me.” Alaska whined. “Why are you still in your wet clothes?” She asked. Her friend shrugged. Right, Katya sighed. Alaska was half asleep; this wasn’t going to be a one woman job. Thankfully, Jinkx appeared moments later with her heels in one hand and Alaska’s little black dress in the other. Katya raised her hands in surrender. “I swear she was like this when I found her,” she blurted.

“This isn’t even the worst of it,” Jinx spoke candidly. She tossed her shoes onto the floor and pulled up her long, red hair. “I’ll wrangle the monkey if you go and find her some dry underwear and something to wear to bed.” Jinkx’s tone left no room for questioning.

Mother, I never thought I’d be a panty snatcher, much less an invited one, Katya made a face. Alaska’s dressers were easy to find, and she felt undeniably dirty as she began her game of panty roulette. Pulling open the first drawer, Katya sprang back, ready to strike. Assorted pajamas were hardly a foe, and she vanquished them swiftly. Rebel athleticwear laid in wait behind drawer number two. They, too, were no match for her feet of fury, Katya kicked the drawer shut with a battle cry.

“Katya, what the hell are you doing out there?” Jinkx called.

Katya had the dignity to look sheepish. “Nothing!” She shouted back. “Be there in a second!” The underwear turned out to be in the next drawer down. She thrust a hand inside without looking and tightened her grip on the first piece of fabric her hand found. Her feeling of triumph only lasted the few seconds it took for her to realize what she’d managed to retrieve: a lacy black teddy. Katya dropped the offending garment as if she’d been burned. I am going to hell, she shook her head, Straight to hell. I will not pass go, nor will I collect $100…Deuces never loses, right? The scarlet thong she fished out next begged to differ. Her face was almost as red as the fabric, itself, when she flung it across the room. Fortunately, the third time was the charm. The pastel pink boyshorts seemed like a more appropriate item to put on a drunk girl, so Katya returned to the bathroom to present her nightwear bounty to Jinkx.

The motherly redhead, unsurprisingly, was not impressed. Jinkx arched a brow expectantly.

“You see,” Katya began, “I wasn’t comfortable—I didn’t um feel right digging through her things without, you know, her permission?” She swallowed thickly. “So I thought maybe it would be less creepy if I just reached in and grabbed the first thing I touched. Well, you see, Alaska’s got such a wide range of tastes, and it-uh…It took a hot second to find something appropriate…for the…occasion?” She was expecting to find disgust when she raised her eyes to meet Jinkx’s, but the redhead cackled loudly instead.

“Lemme guess, you saw something you didn’t want to see?” Jinkx chortled. Katya managed a weak nod. “I’m sorry, doll, I forget that not everyone is as acquainted with Miss Honard’s unmentionables as little ol’ me.”

Not everyone is as acquain—Oh! Blue eyes threatened to burst from their sockets as Katya processed her words.  

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, not like that,” Jinkx exclaimed, reading the thoughts reflected on Katya’s face. “Lasky and I did community theater together. I’ve known her since the first grade. Drunk proof her nightstand for me? I’ll dress blondie over here.”

“Does this happen often?” Katya asked Jinkx after Alaska’s door was closed. The incapacitated cheerleader was finally sound asleep in her bed, and the two girls didn’t think she’d be up anytime soon.

Jinkx sighed sadly, “It didn’t use to. Roxy and Detox are more toxic than Drano, and there’s no one to stop her from going out with them. Look, Lasky’s a sweet girl. A good, smart girl. But she makes bad choices sometimes, and there’s nothing that I—that we—can do about it. She’s gotta be the one to say enough is enough.”

Katya understood. Katya understood more than she wanted to. She’d been a shell of a girl drowning in the voices in her head not too long ago. It didn’t matter how many hands reached out to her if she refused to take them. Alaska—happy and hopeful Alaska—might just be drowning, too. Katya wondered if she drank to impress, to keep up, or to forget.

Jinkx promised that she’d look over Alaska until the next morning, so Katya reluctantly chose to rejoin the land of the living downstairs. The first floor was significantly louder than it was when she left it. Games of flip cup and beer pong had picked up in the dining room, and Violet’s flock had not only grown, but had grown to include both Trixie and Bianca, who were trying their hardest not to laugh at the spectacle in the middle of the living area. Willam and Courtney were having a major bitchfest for all to see. Normally, Katya would run for the hills, but if Bianca and Trixie weren’t afraid of getting caught in the crossfire, she figured it was safe enough to stick around and tuned into the conversation.

“Your tone seems really pointed right now,” Willam pursed her lips. She was clearly the calmer of the two, as Courtney was beet red and positively radiating tension. Katya could tell Willam’s nonchalance was only winding the Australian up more.

Courtney folded her arms defensively. “Well, I’m sorry you think that, Willam,” she took a deep breath. “I feel like everything I say kinda comes from the heart, and I’m truly hurt that you threw yourself at Daniel when you knew how I felt about him.”

“Sorry ‘bout it,” Willam scoffed, picking at her nails. Her words reflected everything but the sentiment they were meant to.

Katya knew that Willam was a bitch, but this was a little much even for her. Willam and Courtney had been best friends since Courtney moved from Australia the summer of their freshman year; it was hard to believe that Willam would throw their relationship away. Katya held her breath. Everyone in the wings was uncomfortable during the pregnant pause. The scene before her was straight out of a 90s teen movie, and she didn’t have the popcorn to go with it.

All movement stilled when Willam finally looked up. “I tend to think emotions are for ugly people,” she deadpanned. The room let out a collective gasp. Courtney was across the room in a flash, and her palm made contact with Willam’s cheek. It would be logical to assume that Willam, who was just slapped across the face by her best friend, would be the most in shock at the sudden turn of events; it would also be the wrong conclusion. Courtney’s features were frozen in fear. The offending hand still hovered in the air, trembling like a leaf.

Willam was the first to react—and in a very uncharacteristic way. She engulfed the smaller girl in a tender hug. Courtney began to sob muffled apologies into her neck, and despite her obvious desire to recoil, Willam continued to hold her close.

Maybe Willam actually does have feelings, Katya’s eyebrows raised. The sight of Willam whispering words of reassurance into Courtney’s ear was enough to make even the coldest heart melt. Well, the coldest heart with the exception of Violet Chachki’s. Katya was pretty sure the stick up her ass was a permanent installment.

When the two pulled apart minutes later with smiles on their faces, they were met with a round of applause. Courtney wiped at her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. If she noticed Willam’s arm around her waist, she didn’t give any indication as she addressed the spectators that had gathered, “Well, I’m gonna need to be less sober before I spill any more about myself. Truth or drink, anyone?”

Truth or drink? No thanks, Katya turned to sneak out. Unfortunately, Bianca had also chosen that exact moment to glance in her direction, and Katya was caught in the act.

“Bitch, you can’t leave yet. It’s not even midnight!” Bianca half whispered, half hissed.

And Bianca doesn’t associate with losers, Katya reminded herself. Don’t be a loser. “If my locker gets filled with worms next week, I will personally marinate you like a chicken,” she promised her friend.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it all before. Blame it on Bianca Del Rio. Take a number, sweetheart, you’re holding up the line,” Bianca patted the space next to her on the floor.

Laganja had batted her eyelashes—and used her mouth—to coerce one of the mindless jocks to bring in one of the kegs from outside for their “slumber party secret sesh”. There were fifteen girls, including Katya, who stuck around for the potentially risky game, and Katya wasn’t thrilled to be playing with most of them. Adore finished off her beer and placed the empty bottle in the center of the circle.

“Party!” Adore shouted before giving the bottle a good spin. Around, and around, and around it went before coming to a stop at Coco’s feet. “Miss Coco Montrese, truth or dare?” She asked.

“I’ll pick truth, mama,” Coco answered.

Adore thought for a moment before speaking, “Are you afraid that you’ll always be the runner up?” There was a chorus of oohs. Everyone knew that the race for junior varsity squad captain their sophomore year was a sore spot for both girls. It was no secret that Alyssa was originally chosen to be captain by her teammates. However, when she became implicated in a cheating scandal, Coach Calhoun was forced to denounce her and give Coco, Alyssa’s best friend and the candidate to receive the second most votes, the position. To make matters worse, it was rumored that Coco was the one who suggested that Alyssa had committed academic dishonesty in the first place. Alyssa and Coco had patched up their friendship over the course of the last year, but there was no telling whether or not the structure would hold if tested.

“Out of respect for me and Miss Alyssa, I am going to drink,” Coco responded without hesitance. Adore poured her a shot, and Alyssa gave her hand a grateful squeeze as she tossed it back. “Ain’t no use bringing up what’s past.”

Coco spun the bottle next, and it chose Trixie as its victim. “Truth or dare?” Coco asked.

“I think I’ll pick dare?” Trixie responded with hesitance. Katya didn’t know much about Coco Montrese, but for Trixie’s sake she hoped Coco was one of the nice ones.

Said cheerleader gave Trixie a small and genuine smile, “Okay, mama, I dare you to let Miss Pearl over here do your makeup. Something has got to be done because you aren’t doing a pretty girl like yourself any favors.” The reactions to Coco’s dare for Trixie were mixed. Some of the she-demons tried and failed to hide their amused laughs, Pearl’s eyes opened fully, Violet’s grip on her chair tightened, and Trixie seemed to be not entirely opposed to the idea.

“Pearlie girl,” Trixie began, standing up and crossing to her best friend on the opposite side of the circle, “Treat my face like a princess and then fuck it like a slut.” The life-sized Barbie batted her eyelashes animatedly, earning her a laugh from pearl and a glare from Violet. The ice queen’s elevated irritability prompted Katya to reconsider her previous assessments—maybe it was an entire branch up her ass.

When Pearl and Trixie left, there was a void that seemed to swallow Violet whole. The physical space around her remained largely unchanged, but Katya could feel the emptiness that moved to fill the space Pearl left. And for the first time it occurred to her that Violet Chachki might be alone. I guess there might be some truth to the saying, she mused. After all, if you’re at the top, how can anyone else be? When you stripped away the glitter, the makeup, the clothes, you were left with a girl—albeit an arrogant, entitled, straight up cunt—plain and simple.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown, huh?” Bianca nudged Katya’s arm, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“What?” Katya asked. Had she missed something while she was contemplating the character of Violet Chachki?

Bianca chuckled, “You’ve been staring at Chachki since Trixie and Pearl left.” The blonde feigned innocence. “You know how I feel about that 48 Hours show, Zamo. Share with the class before your peanut brain short circuits.”

“What’s her problem?” Katya whispered. “I mean, aside from her general disdain for anything that has a pulse and moves.”

“With Trixie?” Bianca confirmed. Katya nodded. “Oh, this is old news. Her Royal Hardass doesn’t share, but Sleeping Beauty’s got a soft spot for one Trixie Mattel.”

The dots aligned in Katya’s head once again. “Violet’s the pumpkin carriage!” She whisper-shouted.

“Bitch, that was not English,” Bianca snarked, “You been hanging around with Jose Cuervo?”

Katya rolled her eyes at her friend’s question, “I have ninety-nine problems, and substance abuse won’t be one of them if I have anything to say about it.” She turned back to the circle just in time to see the neck of the bottle stop on Bianca, who didn’t even flinch. Katya was secretly proud; her friend had bigger balls than most of the ‘macho men’ at the party—this was going to be interesting. Since Trixie had gone upstairs to get her face redone, Detox decided that she would be the brave volunteer to issue the next truth or dare.

“Bianca, truth or dare?” Detox asked smugly. Katya couldn’t guess which one would be worse. Unsurprisingly, Bianca chose dare. “I dare you to ask Max for his number.” There was, again, a chorus of oohs, and it was Bianca’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Really, bitch?” Bianca asked. She stood up and righted her denim shorts before striding over to the meatheads playing beer pong with a clear purpose and her head held high.

Because Bianca could run with the boys, no one batted an eye—unless she wanted them to. She hoisted herself up onto the pool table in front of Max and held out an upturned palm. They were too far away to make out their conversation, and Katya was a terrible lip reader at best, but she could picture how the exchange would go down:

“Gimme ya’ numbah, beefstick,” She imitated Bianca in her head. The 1920s gangster voice was a bold choice, but she wasn’t going to mock it just yet.

“D’uhh…okay,” Fake Max droned.

The blonde chuckled to herself as the real Max stuck a fist in the pockets of his jeans and fished around. Finally, he produced what looked like a wadded up gum wrapper and snagged a pen from his pal, presumably jotting down his number. Bianca hastily took the offering and sashayed back to the group of girls. She dropped the wrapper in Detox’s lap before taking her seat by Katya.

While the hens squawked over her success, Bianca leaned over to Katya and whispered, “Never let a bitch see you sweat.” Katya had so many questions, but she wouldn’t be able to ask them until later. It was Bianca’s turn to spin the bottle, and Adore, unsurprisingly, chose truth when landed on.

“Adore, which girl on the squad is the skunkiest?” Bianca waggled her thick, black brows. Because she was the mascot and didn’t change in the locker room, she genuinely had no idea how rank the girls smelled after practice or a game. Sue her; she was curious. What Bianca also didn’t know was that the question had a definitive answer, and that answer would do damage far beyond her intent to poke a little harmless and innocent fun at one of the girls.

Even completely sloshed, Adore recognized the gravity of the question. “Fuck! If I drink any more, I’m gonna be sick,” Adore groaned. Her teammates looked at her with pity in their eyes.

“Yeah but it’s not like anyone’s ever died from drinking too much!” Laganja came to her rescue, topping off her cup, “What’s one more?” Adore could only offer her a weak smile.

“Uh, I think I’m just gonna spin the thing now…For everyone’s sake,” Adore informed the group. The bottle landed on Gia, and she picked dare.

The turns only seemed to bleed together as time went on. After Gia drank from the toilet, Roxy refused to reveal her weight. Laganja told her dad she was eloping in Vegas, and when she spun the bottle it landed on Violet. Because ladies don’t kiss and tell, the brunette tossed one back instead of revealing the number of sexual partners she’s had. Alyssa confessed that she was afraid she would never achieve her dream of owning her own dance studio. Courtney shared that she’d never been in love, and Willam exposed her entire browser history, telling Katya a lot more than she wanted to know about the girl. For obvious reasons, Joslyn refused to eat a raw egg. Detox followed by removing Adore’s socks with her teeth. Katya played it safe and suggested that Bianca would be a bad date because she’s insulting people all the time before daring Gia to reveal any childhood nickname she had. Things didn’t start going downhill until the bottle landed on Violet a second time.

“Violet,” Gia cooed, “Truth or dare?”.

“Truth,” Violet answered with an unreadable expression.

Gia thought for a moment before asking the first truly problematic question of the night, “Who in this room do you like the least?”

Ruh-roh, Katya winced.

Violet didn’t waste a moment before answering, “Willam.” There was a collective gasp across the room. Willam, on her part, didn’t seem to be phased in the slightest. Then again, you could never really read Willam Belli.

Pearl and Trixie returned, arm in arm, before Violet could spin the bottle. Katya’s jaw—along with all the other girls’—dropped. Trixie looked gorgeous. Pearl reclaimed her seat next to Violet, much to the cheerleader’s delight, but brought Trixie with her. At the group’s insistence, Trixie was allowed to take the turn that she missed, and Detox was dared to call a random number in her phone and deliver the worst pickup line she could think of. Katya was glad for the change in the room’s atmosphere after Violet’s confession until Detox took her turn. After the call, Detox dared Violet to spend the next hour trapped in a bathroom with another girl from the circle chosen at random. Anyone who didn’t know Detox might think she was trying to create a seven minutes in heaven type deal, but even Katya could pick up on her intent to stir up trouble. She pitied the poor soul who ended up stuck in there.

Of course that poor soul ended up being her, and she wasn’t about to pussy out in front of the most popular girls in school. Peer pressure was a bitch. Judge, jury, and executioner had all decided it was her time, and she accepted that; she just wished her death march had a better soundtrack. Katya would be cooped up in one of the Honards’ bathrooms with a less than pleasant—soon to be considerably more less than pleasant—Violet Chachki. She was going to punch Detox in her stupid mouth.

Katya entered the bathroom the same way she’d rip off a band-aid: quickly and without much thought for the immediate consequences. Violet, who was perched on the bathroom counter, had been engrossed in her phone when the door swung open to reveal the one girl that she just couldn’t seem to get away from. Unsurprisingly, the cheerleader wasn’t thrilled.

“Really, bitch?” Violet griped, giving Katya a once over. It wasn’t like the situation was ideal for either of them.

Katya put her hands on her hips, “You know what you can suck? My whole dick.” She unenthusiastically plunked herself down against the wall opposite of the door. “We’ve got two options, Chachki, we can either suck it up and spend the next hour in here in silence, or we can French a little.” Violet was aghast at her words. If Katya were a proper woman, she might have been able to hold in the cackling fit prompted by the girl’s scandalized reaction. Violet wasn’t impressed with her wheezing, either. Katya finally calmed down and attempted to explain herself, “Sorry, I could have been more clear, but your reaction was priceless.” She wiped at her eyes. “Thanks. I needed that. Detox said she was “‘feeling generous,’”  and if we so choose, we can suck face and then get the hell out of Dodge.” Violet sneered, and Katya wondered if it was with anger or disgust; she didn’t know which one was better.

“As fucking if,” Violet scoffed, clearly feeling as though Detox’s so-called coup de grâce was more of a personal attack.

“Well, I don’t see anyone lining up to get the kiss of the spider woman, either,” Katya observed. “I told you that you weren’t going to like it.” The cheerleader exhaled sharply, and she was surprised not to see steam come out of her flared nostrils.

Violet pursed her lips, “Just shut up and stay on your side of the room.” With that, Violet returned her attention to her phone, but Katya didn’t fail to notice that her expression didn’t soften. If Katya weren’t trapped in the room with her, she’d probably find Violet’s situation hilarious.

Katya had made the mistake of leaving her jacket—and consequentially, her phone—on the coat rack in the hall. Call her old fashioned, but it was a force of habit. Besides, she didn’t need her phone because Bianca was supposed to be there to pull her out of trouble if it arose. But are we really surprised to find ourselves here? Katya asked herself. No. Not at all. At least she found herself entertaining. Hoping to bring forth inspiration, she laid back on the floor, let her gaze unfocus, and tried to lose herself in the plain ceiling. Katya didn’t know how long she’d been drifting for when Violet’s voice shattered the silence.

“Fuck!” Violet cursed, and the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor made Katya’s whole body go rigid. She squeezed her eyes shut. I am not going to be equipped to handle this, Katya bristled. Maybe if I just keep my eyes closed, I can fall asleep. It seemed like a feasible plan until she heard the first sniffle. Of course I find out she has feelings when I’m stuck in a room with her, the blonde facepalmed inwardly. Why today, of all days, to be railed in the ass by life? Her left eye opened first, searching for any signs of danger before being followed by her right eye.

“I knew you didn’t like me Chachki, but I didn’t think you found me this repulsive,” Katya spoke. “Quite frankly, it’s offensive.”

“Fuck you,” Violet spat, but the usual venom in her voice was gone. Katya propped herself back up against the wall to get a better look at the girl on the counter. Her attention was unwanted, and Violet turned towards the door with a huff.

Clearly comedic relief wasn’t the answer. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Katya tried again. No response. The girl’s side profile was growing red and blotchy, and Katya had sent her mom enough photos of her crying to know that Violet was trying and failing to stifle an emotional response. Go figure. “I won’t tell anyone if you cry, you know?” She said softly. “Bottling it up is just gonna make you feel shittier than you do now.”

“Do you think I’m a goddamn idiot?” Violet barked. She wiped furiously at her eyes before whirling around in an attempt to intimidate the blonde. “Better make your fifteen minutes last.”

Katya was genuinely taken aback. Does this bitch really think I’m in on this? She shook her head incredulously. Her airhead friends would literally eat me alive, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t given her any reason to think that I’m faker than Malibu Barbie. If I were made of plastic, why in the hell would I keep my hands this small? “Are we really back on this bullshit, Violet?” Katya snapped. “I’m sorry you think that the universe revolves around you. I hate to burst your bubble, but I have better things to do than conspire against you with your teammates over scones. Get over yourself, Princess.” In her head, Katya blew the smoke from the pistols in her hands. Call me perestroika, Mother, for I am reforming problematic practices, she hooted.

“Whatever,” Violet grumbled. Katya, on the other hand, wasn’t willing to let this go; some conversation was better than nothing.

“How’s the back?” The blonde inquired and was pleasantly surprised when Violet outright snorted at the shift in conversation. Katya took her in as she threw her head back in laughter. There was something about this Violet—the unguarded and natural Violet—that captivated her. Violet’s eyes crinkled, and she clasped a hand over her mouth in a flimsy attempt to stifle the noises she was making. It was frustratingly endearing.

Violet cleared her throat before answering, “Fucked. I’m considering outlawing acrylics on the squad. That shit’s not even practical for a cheerleader, and it’s hurting like a bitch to corset.”

“You’re wearing a corset?” Katya gasped. For the first time that night, she took all of Violet in. She wore a nude illusion dress with a loose black lattice pattern. It covered just a little more than her ass and was cinched at the waist with a rocker belt, squeezing her in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. How in the world do you hide a corset under that? Katya wondered. In addition to the dress, she donned thigh high, slick black boots and a thick, black leather choker that looked more like a collar. Hot damn, Katya could n e v e r, and she knew it. She finally composed herself, “First of all, you’re literally a cheerleader with a body to die for. Second of all, why wear something that hurts you?”

The cheerleader didn’t even seem phased by the inquiries, almost like she’d dealt with them hundreds of times before, “Pain is beauty, and I’m the prettiest.” Katya couldn’t argue there. Violet was beautiful, but she still thought her ideology was questionable.

“So what actually happened at the pep rally? We all saw you fall, but I’ll believe it was your fault when the garden is full of ducks holding pastry in their hands. You’re too much of a hardass.”

Violet raised her eyebrows, as if daring Katya to say it again, “I will let that slide only because it’s technically a compliment. And you’d be correct; I am a professional, unlike others. You’d do well to take note: one of my biggest pet peeves is when people don’t take the things I love as seriously as I do. I accept nothing less than perfection.”

“That must be lonely,” Katya couldn’t stop the words from spilling from her mouth. “You know, having such high standards? Does anyone ever make the cut?” Opening her mouth was clearly a mistake because Violet seemed to shut down all at once.

“What do you know about how I feel?” Violet fired back, crossing her arms over her chest.

Keep digging yourself deeper, why don’t ya? Katya shook her head. She needed to tread carefully. It was a miracle that she had even been having a civil conversation with Violet in the first place, and she didn’t want to ruin the progress they had made. “I know that you work harder than anyone else on that squad, and nobody gives you credit or appreciates you for it,” Katya began. “I know that people are fast to discredit your talent because of how young you are. I know that you’re waiting for the day those bitches stop hoping that you’ll screw up or get hurt, the day you can finally stop looking over your shoulder, the day that you no longer have to prove yourself. I know that you’re tired of fighting tooth and nail for the respect that you’ll probably never earn, and I know it’s fucking hard for you to pretend that your peers aren’t harboring resentment towards you. I know that at night you try to wash it all away because you’re still holding out hope that it will all be worth it in the end. Cheer and theatre aren’t that different. It was obvious in the gym, and it’s obvious now.” Katya took a deep breath. Maybe she’d been thinking a little more about Violet that afternoon than she’d like to admit. She hadn’t meant to go off on a tangent like that, but she certainly didn’t regret what she said. Based on Violet’s reaction, however, maybe she should have. The brunette’s hands were clenched into tight fists at her sides, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Katya tried to backtrack, “Violet I—”

Katya was cut off by the bathroom door swinging open. Pearl, who stood oblivious on the other side, immediately noticed the state of her friend. “Vi?” Pearl approached her hesitantly. Violet’s gaze didn’t move from the floor. “Hey, what’s going on? Talk to me.” She moved to lift Violet’s chin up, but Violet recoiled from her touch.

“Don’t touch me!” Violet shouted, her voice almost frantic. Katya’s eyes darted from one girl to the other. Pearl, who was visibly shocked by her reaction, looked hurt, which was very uncharacteristic for the mellow girl. Katya, herself, had never seen anything but characteristic nonchalance reflected on Pearl’s face, and the change made her uneasy.

Pearl took a reluctant step forward and spoke in a whisper, “Violet, did something happen? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Is that the truth, Pearl?” The brunette questioned. “Because clearly I don’t know you as well as I thought I did.”

Pearl shook her head in frustration. “Cut the crap, Vi,” She demanded, “You’re literally my best friend, and—”

“Bullshit!” Violet interrupted. “I call motherfucking bullshit!” Both girls were standing now with less than a foot between them, the situation escalating by the second, and Katya was stuck in the middle of it. She tried to push her back further into the solid wall behind her, but there was nowhere for her to go. Fuck me! Katya grimaced. Why is Toxic so damn appropriate right now?

“What the hell, Violet?” Pearl shouted back. “God, you’re fucking impossible.”

“Fuck you, Pearl!” Violet pushed Pearl, and the blonde hit the wall with a dull thud. “Fuck you! You and I are done! You hear me? Done! Save your goddamn lies for that pathetic dress up doll. I never want to see you again.” With a huff, Violet stormed out of the bathroom, leaving an uncomfortable Katya and a drained Pearl alone. What the fuck just happened? Katya tried and failed to process the encounter.

She was caught off guard when Pearl finally acknowledged her presence. “Forecast predicts drinking to forget,” Pearl deadpanned, nodding her head towards the door Violet had just stormed through. “Want in?” Katya shook her head furiously. Getting piss drunk with those two would be like making smalltalk with a Molotov cocktail. She’d pass. She’d pass hard. Pearl seemed to understand. “It’s flazéda or whatever,” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. “Just do me a solid and remind me to fuck with Willam’s weed on Monday.”

Katya didn’t know what “‘flazéda’” meant, or the why and how of Pearl tampering with Willam’s weed, but the questions weren’t enough to persuade her to stick around the party longer. When Pearl left, Katya made a run for the Honards’ front door. She grabbed her jacket before taking off down the street. The blonde didn’t stop until she could no longer hear the music pulsing from the house. Her phone buzzed in her pocket with a text from ‘Bianca del Realest’:

Bitch, where are you?

What the fuck happened in there?

Earth to Yekaterina?

Katya sighed and pocketed the phone again. She’d call her when she got home. That would buy her some more time to put the experience into words…and to decide just how much information she should share.

The drive home from the Honards’ was quiet—too quiet. Music normally made being in the car enjoyable, but there was something about the night that didn’t allow Björk to keep her out of her own head. It didn’t feel real, and that terrified the shit out of her. Life was monotonous, life was mundane, life was one of those stupid time loop movies where you had to learn from your mistakes over time and find out what was important in the stupid haystack of chaos. Violet Chachki and her ex best friend potentially ex best friend were not supposed to have the Chernobyl of all relationship meltdowns in Alaska Honard’s guest bathroom right in front of her. Katya didn’t know who opened this tragic can of worms, but when she found them, she was going to slap a bitch silly.