#observe the music my barbies dance to

[aldisobey]

Spotify Tag Game

“Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most! Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!” thank you to @thedissonantverses for the tag! you don’t need to listen or vote lol but I need more music in my life and I make use of these

So I mixed my Worne playlist. Risky and wide selection there, lotta moods (vengabus is in there k) so Spotify knew the assignment today I guess? Got an interesting mix? Listen there is a process…

But look I’m going to be annoying with tags because I’m obsessed with music. Like classical? I want it. Pop? Electronic? Send it to me, Rock? Metal? Seriously everything. I’ll give everything a listen once and I’m always looking for new stuff.

@heylittleriotact @emmg @caffeinatedmunchkin @jainydoe @pluckedstrings @by-ilmater like if anyone sees this feel free to tag me for music and no expectations lol, have a lovely evening

[nightwriter357]

Matching halloween costumes

Damien Haas x reader

The smosh cast are out clubbing for halloween and Damien walks in wearing a costume that compliments yours.

I know the masked man is a wierd add-on, he's a real-life insert that I just had to include, as is most of this story. I also tried writing some of the parts in my native language and then translating, hope it works okay, let me know.

VERY, very Smuty(18+)

The nightclub pulsed with Halloween energy, lights flickering over a crowd adorned in elaborate costumes. You dressed as Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3 with red body paint, a broken horn and her signature black leather outfit complete with golden rings and studs all over. Courtney was dancing next to you, stunning as Princess Peach, twirled with Shayne, who embodied Mario's spirit. 

You notice a masked figure observing you from the edge of the dance floor, his costume shrouded in mystery. It wasn't too weird, though—it's Halloween, after all. You continued dancing but couldn't help observing this strange man staring at you, following you around the room as you kept up with your friend. As you were dancing he moved closer, trying to cut in. Shayne noticed and danced around him in a circle yelling, " let's a-go," until the masked man left.

You laughed, mouthing "thank you to Shayne"

"No problem" he answered, still dancing.

You walked to the bar to order a shot, you threw it down quickly. You were already feeling a bit tipsy, you had been here for a while but some of the cast hadn't arrived yet. The masked man started walking towards you. 

"Hey," his voice muffled behind the mask. "I'm Walter, Can I get your number?"

You, eager to end the encounter, rattled off a fake number. "Sure, it's *******," you replied hastily, hoping he'd leave.

 He just stood there, you watched him questioning, until you relised you could just leave. Unnerved, you slipped outside for fresh air, relief washing over you as you leaned against a cool wall. As you let out a deep breath, you could se Spencer and Damien arriving. You were filled with an overwhelming amount of joy as you ran towards them. You placed a peck on Spencers lips.

"Well, hello to you too," Spencer exclaimed, a bit shocked about your friendliness.

You moved over to Damien, expecting to give him a quick peck as well. When your lips met you felt a shock of electricity shooting through your body. The kiss lingered, he parted your lips with his own before pushing his tongue into your mouth. The chemistry sparked, Damien's hands explored your back before resting on your waist and pulling you in closer.

Spencer coughed, "Hello?!?"

You and Damien pulled apart, staring at eachother for a moment before snapping out of it. You looked over to Spencer. Now definitely feeling a bit drunk, that must have been the liquid curage. "Ehm, Hello, nice to meet you", you said before squinting your eyes at what just came out of you mouth.

Spencer grinned, "Yeah, It was very nice when it happened a couple of years ago", He was dressed as Margo Robbies Barbie, matching some of the girls that were here, it made sense. You realized you hadn't looked at Damien fully yet and turned to him.

Damien smirked, his eyes alight with playful banter, captivating as Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3. His silver hair and pale skin made it a perfect match. Oh shit, we match. Spencer practicly forced you and Damien out on the dancfloor. 

Damien leaned over and whispered, "That's one hell of a greeting, darling".

You chuckled, feeling a warmth beyond the drinks. "Couldn't resist," you admitted.

Inside, the music throbbed louder, Spencer found his way to the other. You and Damien found your own place on the dance floor.  Your movements  flirtatious and the looks you gave eachother were telling. Damien leaned in, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine interest. "You know, I romanced Karlach when I played Baldur's Gate 3. She's quite the badass."

You grinned mischievously, "Oh yes, I am. To bad I'm so hot we can't touch, you raised an eyebrow at him.

He let out a small laugh, "Oh I wouldn't know, I played the PG13 version on stream".

" I romanced Astarion,"you said as you turned around to go to the bar "But it was very much not PG13"

Meanwhile, Courtney and Shayne searched for you as you had planned on leaving together, joined by Angela, Chucky. The masked man, Walter, approached them.

"You guys are friends with y/n, right" he asked, behind the mask.

Courtney looked puzzled, "ehm.. yeah? why have you seen her?"

"That's the thing, I havn't been able to reach her, should I try her again?" he held up his phone.

Shayne chimed in, "Sure, we kind of need to find her."

As you ordered another drink keeping a look out for the masked man, Walter. You hadn't seen him in a while, and somehow that was creeping you out more than when you knew he was staring at you. You went back up to Damien

Damien pulled you closer, concern flickering in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just some weirdo," You reassured, leaning into him gratefully.

He put his hands on your hip.

You smiled and looked up at him, "Can I kiss you again?"

He leaned in to kiss you. His tongue was back in your mouth, massaging you own with slow motions. 

You put your hand on his chest, feeling the drawstrings holding his shirt together. "Since I met you, all I wanted to do was touch you. Now that I can, I never want to let you go.

He gasped, " Y/n, I.. I feel the same way.

You looked deeply into his eyes, "I hope you know that I'm yours. Completeley. And I'd like you to touch me now.

His eyes widened, "I thought you'd never ask.

He kissed you again, letting his hands roam all over your body, smearing the red body paint all over you and himself. It was kind of fitting for his costume though, Flecks of red all across his face and on his lips, as well as his hands. The moment felt so intimate, even though you were sorrounded by people on the dance floor. His hands found their way under your top, his finger squeezing your nipple as you moaned into his neck. You started kissing his neck, biting, anything to keep from screaming. 

You put your lips against his ear, "more".

His hands moved down over you body. Finally touching your pussy through your pants. 

"Oh yes, Damien please," you whispered before disapearing into his neck once more. 

He held you close as he started rubing his fingers on your clit, Even though there was a barrier between you and Damiens fingers, the friction was enough to make your knees go weak. Damien used his other arm to hold you up as his fingers played with you, tracing along your entrance. You felt your eyes flutter and your body started to tingle. 

"Damien, you're going to make me cum" you whimpered.

His breath was hot against your ear, "Cum for me, Cum on my fingers"

You held on to him, pushing against his hand, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as you rode out your orgasm on the dance floor. You breathed heavily looking at him, his eyes were dark.

"Bathroom?"

"Bathroom!"

You stepped out from the dancefloor, finding Courtney waiting anxiously. 

"There you are! We've been looking everywhere. That guy Walter's been trying to call you."

You waved dismissively. "Don't worry, I gave him a fake number."

Your phone rang then, It was her mother calling, wgy would she be calling now?. Puzzled, she answered, "Mom?"

"Who the fuck is Walter?" your mother demanded.

Realization hit Y/N, and she burst out laughing. "Oh my God, I accidentally gave him your number!"

Courtney laughed with her. "Classic Y/N."

Damien joined them, wrapping an arm around you. "What's so funny?"

You grinned up at him. "I gave that creep my mom's number instead of a fake one."

Damien chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, that's one way to handle it?"

"Are you ready to go?" Courtney interrupted.

You looked at Damien, "Nah, you guys go ahead I think, I'll stay"

As the other guys left, Damien grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. As the door to the stall closed you fell into eachothers arms again. You pushed his up against the wall, letting you fingers run over his chest before attacking his neck with your mouth. As you pulled back you noticed that his expression had changed, it was hungrier, needier. 

You stand in front of Damien and smile for a second. He locks the door behind him and catches you in his arms. You kiss each other, finally it's just the two of you. He presses you against the door and and uses  one hand to hold your arms above your head. With the other hand, he traces over your body, past your breasts, over your waist, and down towards your thigh. 

You moan out for him, "Damien please, nobody's here, you can do whatever you want to me."

He dosen't respond, instead his fingers change direction, over your thigh, teasingly close to your groin, up over your stomach before his hand stops at your chest. He leaves your lips and kisses your neck instead, sucking and biting, while slowly squeezing your breast. He releases your wrists and begins to massage the other breast as well. After a while, he moves his hand to remove your top.

"Please fuck me, Damien," you gasp.

For a second, he hesitates; he could have you completely naked in front of him in a second. Without a thread on your body in a crampt stall in some club bathroom. No one outside knows what's going on. No one would know that while they're out there on the dance floor, he has his fingers inside you while you moan his name loudly in pleasure. Some of the cast was probably still here though, sat at a table, wondering where you had gone while he has his tongue in you. It's too much.

"Spread your legs," he says , and you obey. "Wider."

You move your legs further apart. Damien traces the inside of your thighs with his fingers while looking deeply into your eyes. Your mouth is half-open, and you breathing heavily again. You indress, getting ready to finally feel him inside of you. Damiens other hand strokes your cheek before he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth and let's you eagerly suck on them. When he takes them out, they're soaked with your spit

"Good girl," he says proudly.

"Damien, I want you so bad"

Quickly, he rippes your panties of and slides the wet fingers into you presses against your crotch. His fingers are cold, making you gasp. He teasingly pulls on toys with your clit and roles you in netween his fingers. Your arms move down to get under his shirt, to finally feel his skin against yours while he slowly plays with you. His body, unlike his fingers, is feverishly warm, and he quickly pull the shirt up over his head. 

"You're so fucking wet," he mutters into your ear and kisses you.

He takes hold of your waist and presses you against the door again. You wrap one leg around his waist and your fingers dig into his back, deep. Your longing turnning into pure desperation as you kiss each other again. 

"Stay there," Damien says, putting you back on your feet, still pressed against the door.

He get's on his knees, leans forward and parts your folds with his tongue, you moan out loudly. He starts slow and presses his tongue against you and slowly moves his tongue up and down your entrance. When he finally moves across your clitoris, your body twists in pleasure. Damein starts to suck and kiss and lick, he's compleatly lost in you. He digs his fingers into your thighs as he presses them apart to gain more acess. It almost hurts, but that pain cannot be compared to the excitement you feel. Greedily, he licks you up and down, letting his tongue trace the folds between the lips and before he sucks you into his mouth again. You dig your fingers into his silver hair and press his mouth against you, harder. You can feel his groaning against you, making you hump your sore wet pussy against Damiens mouth as you feel another orgasm comming.

"Don't stop," you say, pressing his head against your needy pussy "Keep licking me, please, Please continue, I'm gonna cum for you again, Damien."

"I love making you feel good, baby"

While Damien continues to lick and suck, he released his grip on your thigh and slowly inserted a finger into you. He starts thrusting the finger into you, and you moan in rhythm. His mouth leaves your pussy, and he stands up to search for your mouth. Damiens lips are wet from your juices. Your tongue meets his, and you can taste yourself in his kisses. You lock your hands behind his neck and pull him closer to kiss him deeper, all while he continues to move his fingers in and out of you. You moan into his mouth, you're getting close again. Damiens feels you moaning faster in his mouth,  slows down his fingers and pulls his lips away from yours. 

You let your eyes rest on his, "I love the way you touch me, Damien you're driving me wild"

He looked into your eyes, his breath syncing with the now, slow rhythm of his fingers. Your hands slid from his neck and found themselves on his cheeks. You pulled him closer and softly kissed his upper lip. You put your hand on his thigh, he still had his pants on, you move yourself closer to s his erection pressing yourself against his clothed crotch. He loses concentration on your kisses when you start caressing Damien's hard cock outside the fabric. You slide down to the floor in front of him, looking up at him as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down to the floor. You touch his hard cock through his underwear.

The anticipation of what's to come makes Damien groan, " You're so fucking perfect. I can't believe you're mine"

Your fingers trace the edge of his underwear before you pull them down too. His cock stands inches from your lips, and you look at it longingly. It's big and rock hard for you. You want to swallow him immediately, but you stop yourself, starting out with placing soft kisses on  his shaft. Damien exhales satisfactorily as you push your hair away from your face, collecting it into a ponytail and making him hold it. Your tongue finds its way up his cock but stops just before the tip. You continue to tease him with your tongue and lips, tracing from root to tip without ever letting you tongue tast it. It drives him mad, you can feel his hand tighening around your hair. Then you you start to softly and slowly kiss his tip, giving him something but not everything he wants.

"Fuck y/n, your so fucking hot with my cock on your tongue," his eyes are glued to you.

You tilt your head slightly back so Damien can see your tongue moving over his shiny tip. Your hand closes around his cock, and you start to jerk him off slowly. The feeling of him in your hand is to much, he slowly pushes into your mouth. You take all of him into your mouth, closing your lips around him. Damiens cock feels warm and smooth in your mouth.

"Fuck," he exhales, closing his eyes in enjoyment. Your moans become muffled with your mouth filled with Damiens cock. "So fucking beautiful with my cock down your throat"

You look up at him and let his cock slide out of your mouth. "Mm, I love your cock, Damien," you say, filling your mouth with spit and releasing it over his tip. 

You massage your saliva in with slow strokes before putting your lips against his tip again. You grab at him and letting him know that you want him to fuck your mouth. He starts slowly, moving while you keep your head still and only move your tongue around his cock, as it's going in and out of your mouth. You can tell Damien loves watching his cock disappear into your mouth and then reappear. The excitement seems to overwhelm him, as he looks away for a second.

Damien guides you back onto your feet and, in a quick, smooth movement, spins you around and pushes you foward facing the door again. You put your hands against it and turn your head back towards him. He looks at you with dark hungry eyes but dosen't move. 

You push yourself against him, "please, Damien"

"Your body drives me fucking crazy, you're everything I've ever wanted, so fucking tight around me "

You begin to whimper with impatience as Damien takes his time taking in this sight. His hand strokes up your back before grabbing your waist. With one hand around his cock, Damien searches for your wet pussy.  He drags it along your slit before slowly but inserting the tip into you. Your impatience grows, and you press your body back to make him slide further into you. You moan and start breathing heavily and loudly. Damien lets you press your body closer to his, his cock going deeper inside you, and he loves the feeling of you so tight around him. You start fucking yourself on him as he just stands there, taking in the view.  

"Please Damien, fuck me" you scream in frustration. All thoughts of the people outside disappear; the only thing that matters is Damien inside you.

He smiles and exhales through his nose.

"Do you want me to fuck you, y/n?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, feeling like you might lose your mind if he doesn't do it soon.

"Like this?" he asks, slaming his cock into you in one motion.

Damien worries he's hurt you until you moan loudly with pleasure. You lose control and moan louder than ever before. Damien leaves you only to thrust back into you again. He continues with deep, hard thrusts that gradually increase in speed, synchronized with your breathing.

"Oh my god, you feel so good inside me," your body slammed against the door. "Harder, Damien please, I want to feel all of you.

 With his hands on your waist, guiding you, his cock gets even deeper inside of you. He keeps fucking you with deep, powerful strokes.

"I'm cuming, Damien," you manage to say between moans and as he moves even faster inside of you.

 Eventually, you feel the warmth spread from your pussy, down your legs, on his cock. You scream out in pleasure but Damien doesn't slow down his movements. As he feels your pussy clench around his cock, it sends him over the edge too. You feel him start to pump his release into you and groan loudly. He collapses against you, and arch your back to lean your head against his shoulder. You stand there like that, still with him still inside you. You wait until your breathing returns to normal. You look at each other and smile broadly. His white shirt was pink from being covered by the paint that used to cover your body.

As you step out of the stall, you're greeted by a security guard. He raises an eyebrow at you, obviously fully aware of what you were doing. 

"We're already closed you know" He said, eyeing you both.

You excuse yourself and start to leave

"Hey, are you Y/N, by the way?" the security guard asks.

You nod, still catching your breath from the intense encounter.

"Some guy in a mask named Walter was looking for you," he informs you with a smirk.

You and Damien exchange amused glances.

"Well, Walter's just going to have to wait," Damien quips, pulling you closer to him.

"Yeah, tell him to call me" you add with a playful wink.

As you both head out of the club, leaving the security guard shaking his head, you can't help but laugh together at the unexpected turn of events. The club is compleatly empy, it looks like it's been close for a while. When you get outside the city looks dead, not a cab in sight. 

"You wanna join me for a walk home?" He smiled at you.

"I could go for, a walk."

[yunarim]

So I've been listening to a lot of Swan Lake lately (and I've recently been listening to the Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses theme on loop for the past half an hour) and this got me thinking.

What about the Pomefiore trio and a female ballerina!reader who was an accomplished ballerina back in her world?

Maybe they see her dancing in an empty classroom and then get shown recordings of her performances on her phone (that was transported with her) and they are just spellbound at the elegance of her dancing.

Thank you.

── ⋅⋅⋅ FEEL MY RHYTHM | follow the song and dance in the moonlight

♩ ⁺✧ fem!reader (she/her), ballerina!reader | vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier note — aahhh sorry for taking so long ;; i hope it's okay and you enjoyed the fic!

VIL SCHOENHEIT sighs in disappointment when another student who tries passing a casting for a new project he assigned fails miserably. Rook beside him claps, blooming with ‘beauté!!’ nevertheless, while Epel who got dragged along sends mental signals to the failed student to cheer up. 

Vil thinks it’s easier to rewrite the whole plot of the play he’s preparing for the theatre club’s project or maybe make Rook or Epel learn ballet in a span of two months. He dismisses the casting and claims he needs some fresh air because it gets almost unbearable. 

It’s not like club members or just anyone in school needs to know how to dance ballet. It’s not like people who tried (and failed) are bad dancers either, they just lack the elegance and the right mood needed for the story. Vil sighs, stepping out of the building.

A light, gentle music plays somewhere. Vil heads out towards the sweet sound and hears someone counting beats. How curious, why would such majestic music play out of nowhere? Moreover, beats counting?

He then sees you. The shoes you usually wear are left all forgotten near the tree right next to your other belongings. Your gaze is full of concentration just for one mere moment before the look in your eyes changes drastically, a dreamy fleur blossoms instead. Vil’s breath hitches when he sees pointe shoes on your feet. Your legs are steady yet don’t lack spring ability, your every step is filled with grace and make your figure seem light and almost doll-like. The way you raise your hands, even no unnecessary angles in your finger joints, how your eyelashes flatter under the setting sun — you’re flawless. 

He watches you performing till the very end, you don’t even need music to express what the dance was supposed to be about — your every movement is filled with emotion. You blink your concentration and turn to Vil, finally noticing him. He explains to you there’s a project he’s arranging and whether or not you’re interested in taking part in. You accept his offer. 

Vil returns to the Pomefiore ballroom in a brilliant mood, surprising Rook and Epel and claiming he found a real gem. The next day you send him videos of your previous theatre plays you did back in your world, and he can’t help but save them all. 

When you finally perform on stage again, you feel alive and happy. Vil watches you backstage after playing his part, and tries to remain professional when Rook points out it’s his turn again and he needs to join you on the stage, because he gets bewitched by your dance every time he sees it.  Suggests you to continue your career in Twisted Wonderland and even says he would be happy to design outfits for your plays. Smirks proudly when hears students discussing your dance with ‘Did you know that Prefect is a ballerina?!’, ‘Sevens, I never knew she’s that elegant!’ and such.

It is no wonder ROOK HUNT is interested in Art (capital letter is essential). His aesthetic appreciation scale was suffering a deficiency in something extraordinary, novel and totally unique, a 100% of pure Beauté in all its might. 

It is nice — to be able to sneak out from the campus to go on something people would call a stroll, but it is nothing else than an observational journey for Rook. Seeing city lights creating a certain atmosphere when entering a live theatre is magnificent and genuinely romantic. 

Rook’s smile is plastered on his face when he’s watching young people play, giving their everything, but something still tells Rook it’s not enough for him to return back home yet. The play ends, Rook congratulates actors by giving them splendid bouquets and goes outside. It’s strange — the stars are already glowing in a gorgeous magnificent night sky, but he almost feels with his own skin that somewhere nearby something’s radiating a warm light.

Indeed, he finds its source. A small park near the theatre is lightened up a bit, a flashlight’s ray in a fixed position. Rook chuckles, deciding to observe the place a little more, and then he gasps.

It’s you. How very interesting—what would you do in such a place outside of the campus late at night? A flashlight serving as a spotlight, and… Ah, what beautiful pointe shoes you’re wearing! Your lips let out a small exhale before you straighten up and take a position; a tender melody heard ever so slightly in the earphones you wear. 

You perform a bewitching pirouette, absence of heaviness in your tiptoes. You seem to soar like a graceful feather, and even despite the clothes not intended for ballet (except for pointe shoes), you demonstrate impressive marvels of refined technique and skill. Rook knows what it takes to dance so gracefully like you do. It’s not just the ingenuity you’ve certainly got, but also passion. It’s not the dance you perform, it’s life in all its finesse and sincerity. Rook doesn’t need a grand music to understand what you're saying through the little performance, he feels it. 

When the song ends, you change the pointe shoes you were wearing into your normal ones, and smile. 

“Mon cygne, could you please allow me to appreciate your gracefulness?”

You jolt, but giggle the second Rook takes your hand in his and presses a weightless kiss on your palm. 

“I don’t mind,” you answer. “I wanted to try applying in the theatre nearby but I haven’t practiced for a while…”

You then show him your previous performances back in your world, and he’s completely spellbound by your allure. Worry not, you’ll definitely get the role you want, and who knows, maybe an extremely loyal admirer as well? 

Let’s be real, EPEL FELMIER hates Vil the second the dorm leader assigns him with a certain oh-so-important-task. Epel survived a strict diet (which was actually quite healthy but oh come on, Epel wanted those new chips which appeared in Sam’s shop so bad), but dancing? Hello?? He’s in a Magift club?? No?? Okay.

Epel’s furious. He doesn’t want to take extra dancing classes. Moreover huh, ballet out of dances! Breakdance sounds quite cool, why not that? Isn’t like, all dances are nice and all about technique and things? Epel sighs in frustration while heading out to the Pomefiore ballroom. He has no idea how in the world he would practice. Vil stated he should start by watching videos he sent, but what was with the smirk on the dorm leader’s face when Epel said he can watch videos in his room or literally anywhere else? 

“Stupid Vil,” Epel claims and doesn’t even notice music playing quietly in the ballroom he’s about to enter.

He opens the door, his gaze right on the floor even the second he closes the door, and the second he makes his way into the room, he suddenly screams.

“Woah,” Epel hears someone near him being surprised but somehow in a calm voice?

Epel shifts his gaze to what—or actually who—almost smashed him down to the floor, and gasps.

It’s you. You don’t seem really surprised, your lips parted just slightly, but… Hey, how did you manage to raise your leg so high?! Are you even human, like this flexibility is no joke at all! Epel notices your outfit and pointe shoes you’re wearing, and goes all awestruck and confused.

“Did you just,” he says, staring at you in shock. “Almost smashed me with your leg.”

“Yes,” you admit. “But thankfully I was quick on my reflexes to do a third arabesque just in time. How come you did not notice me?”

“Ergh, I was kinda lost in thoughts… But girl, you’re insane though. Never knew you could dodge so well just by dancing— Ah.”

You look at him in confusion when he gasps and suddenly laughs. So that was what Vil meant by smiling so suspiciously!! No wonder he told him to come here when you’re the one who dances. Who would have thought you can actually learn some helpful moves with a ballet out of all dances? 

Epel tells you about the whole plan Vil set for him, and when you agree to help, he shows you the video he sent and wonders why you're grinning so much.

“What’s the matter?”

“Have you not realized yet? It’s me. It’s my performance.”

“NO FREAKING WAY??”

Okay, he definitely underestimated ballet. And do you think he could actually accompany you one day?.. Well, at least you two may try fighting with all the pirouettes you want to teach him.

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[worldheadcanons]

☆ come on barbie, let’s go party!

requested by @chocolatecat777! feminine, raquelle!reader. starring . . . classic barbie, nyo!america. fandom masterlist found here. 🇺🇸 . . . author notes: i’m in love with this concept!!! expect barbie!reader sometime between v-day requests & other personal projects. and, if this is well received, i’ll expand on the dynamic some more :) might even explore other characters (like, imagine nyo italy as artist barbie!). feel free to pitch ideas!

amelia jones!

— “hey! you’re coming to my party tonight, right?” amelia asked, her smile as big and bright as it always was. she wasstereotypical barbie, so it only made sense that her cheeks were so rosy and her teeth were so white. still, you absolutely hated it. everything about her made your stomach churn with this… indescribable feeling. it was the same sort of tension you felt when you laughed too hard, but combined with a nauseating jittery feeling. it happened whenever you saw amelia and it disgusted you. she disgusted you. oh, how you despised her.

— you lowered your shades, looking at her over the lenses. she caught you while you were shopping for a new pair of shoes (curse your need for purple wedges!). “as if,” you scoffed, “who wants to go to your boring party, amelia?” you thought that would show her. you thought it would at least make her frown.

— you were wrong! she merely chuckled, taking hold of your right hand. “well, i’d love to see you there.” the blonde gave your hand a good squeeze. with her lips still curled into a smile, she moved her blue eyes to meet yours. “promise me you’ll think about it?”

— you were almost certain she’d done some sort of pink and glittery witchcraft to make her eyes shine so bright. a manipulation spell perhaps.. maybe you should research it for yourself, finally steal away that boyfriend of hers. well, they weren’t really dating, but they were close! anyways, you would’ve planned it out, but it’s really hard to think with her enchanted eyes staring, making your skin flush. you rolled your eyes, breaking eye contact. “…i’ll think about it.”

— and that’s how you found yourself here. amelia’s dreamhouse is huge, far bigger than your own. and her friends? allpretty. the music is up loud, bass booming in a manner that begs to be danced to. you’re above all that bumping and grinding, however, hanging around the outskirts of the party with a small red solo cup in your hand full of soda. you watch all the other party goers dance, arms partially crossed. you just have class, that’s all. besides, you’d be so mad if someone spilled a drink on the outfit you specifically curated to make amelia jealous. and take her almost-boyfriend of course.

— studded flare jeans that hug the curve of your hips, a purple spaghetti strap camisole top, a cute jean jacket, and new purple wedges. that’s what the blonde took in as she walked over, looking you up and down. “i’m glad you could make it — you look really pretty,” she says, beaming. of course, she’s decked out in pink. her almost-boyfriend trails behind her, waving hi.

— “i know,” you reply simply, leaning over to eye her almost-boyfriend. you wave back, winking.

— she scoots to the side, blocking your view after catching you winking. “you haven’t been dancing,” she points out, “any reason for that?”

— “i don’t have anyone to dance with,” you excuse yourself, one hand on your hip. “no one’s met my standards yet.” you finish your drink, setting your empty cup down on the floor. sure, you’re littering, but you’re littering on amelia’s patio so you don’t really feel bad.

— “what about me?” she offers. when you raise your eyebrow, confused, she merely takes your hands and leads you to the floor. she’s surprisingly strong… or maybe you were just caught off guard and your legs followed hers out of shock. “you look really good tonight,” she repeats, holding you by the hips. she sways to the music, no longer beaming but seeming more hesitant. observing.

— “i already said i know. thanks,” you mutter, huffing. you held your arms crossed for a minute before resigning to do a little dancing. this seems to please her well enough, as she stops holding you close to her and gives you some freedom to move.

— “i only mean that,” she begins before shaking her head. she looks up at you with a smile. “it’s nothing.” for a few moments, the music is all you can hear. it switches to something more sensual, though still fast paced. just amelia’s style, you suppose. the thought makes you scrunch up your nose. she’s ridiculous. you barely notice her raising one of your hands up in the air with hers. as the beat goes on, she turns her back to you and begins rolling her hips, grooving to the beat. it’s not technically dirty but… you can’t move your eyes off her ass….

— “what are you doing?” you ask, interlacing your fingers with her. force of habit, surely.

— “dancing,” she replies, looking over her shoulder at you. “do you want me to stop?”

— your face grows red as her blue eyes bore into yours. fucking pink witch. “no,” you mutter, squeezing her hand. “go on, dance.” with your permission, she keeps on going. her hips rock, her hair bounces, her ass jiggles — you’re not sure why you notice that last thing — she’s having a good time. you smile just a little, swaying your body along with her. unbeknownst to everyone, even you… you were having a pretty good time too. you’d definitely be coming to her next party.

[winxanity-ii]

RIP ME OUT THE PLASTIC

ship: stereotypical ken x fem!popstar barbie!reader warnings: non-explicit word count: 2.4k a/n: Hello~ Welcome to my first writing post on tumblr. i just went to see the new Barbie movie and now I can't seem to get it out of my head; so until that happens, I will be both cross-posting old/new works from my quotev, wattpad, and a03 while making fics/one-shots for Barbie (2023) and other shows/animes I have written on my main-masterlist here. ★·.·´🇧‌🇦‌🇷‌🇧‌🇮‌🇪‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

Under the enchanting night sky of Barbieland, the moon casted its soft glow on the sea, laying out a shimmering path of light on the water.

The waves gently lapped against the shore, their rhythmic sound a soothing backdrop to the distant melody of music and laughter that boomed from the Barbie Dream House.

Inside, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. All the Barbies and Kens danced to the upbeat music that pulsed through the air, their unique outfits radiating beauty and confidence. Sparkling lights twinkled like stars inside the house, creating a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls.

Laughter and cheers harmonized with the melody, turning the celebration into a magical spectacle that only Barbieland could offer.

But just outside the Dream House, Stereotypical Ken sat alone on the beach, removed from the celebration. Dressed in his signature beach attire—a vibrant Hawaiian shirt and crisp white shorts—he stared out at the sea. His usually bright blue eyes were now glistening with unshed tears, reflecting the moonlight and the turmoil within his heart.

Since Stereotypical Barbie had left for the real world, he had been heartbroken.

He understood why she chose her own path—Barbie was always meant for greater things, her spirit uncontainable.

She loved him as a friend, and he had come to accept that their relationship would never be more than that. Yet, the acceptance didn't ease the ache.

He sighed wistfully, thinking back to when he believed he and Barbie were the perfect couple, destined to be together. He remembered their shared moments—the beach parties, the tandem surf rides, the sunset walks in Barbieland's perfect evenings.

Their laughter echoed in his memory, and the love he felt was a flame that burned brightly within him but one that would never be returned in the way he wished.

"Maybe I was just a supporting role in her story," Ken murmured to himself, picking up a handful of sand and letting it slip through his fingers. "But what does that make me now?"

A few feet away, Ken's best friend Allan stood with concern etched on his face. Clad in a casual outfit that contrasted with the flamboyant party attire, Allan was always the observant one.

Beside him were Diplomat Barbie, elegant in her tailored suit; Doctor Barbie, her lab coat replaced with a chic dress for the evening; and even Tourist Ken, sporting his ever-present camera and a novelty T-shirt from his latest imagined trip.

Allan furrowed his brow as he observed Ken alone on the beach. Leaning closer to the group, he whispered, "Guys, have you noticed how much Stereotypical Ken has changed lately? He's been so down since Stereotypical Barbie left."

Diplomat Barbie nodded. "It's clear he's really struggling with Barbie's departure," she said softly. "We should support him."

Tourist Ken, never missing a chance for a sarcastic remark, quipped, "Well, he's definitely not the life of the party anymore."

Allan shot him a disapproving look. "This isn't time to joke, Tourist Ken," he said firmly. "We all care about Stereotypical Ken. He's going through a rough time."

Doctor Barbie placed a comforting hand on Allan's shoulder. "Exactly. He needs our understanding and a listening ear. It's important we let him know he's not alone."

Tourist Ken sighed, realizing the seriousness of the situation. "Alright, alright, I get it," he grumbled, his tone softening. "I might give him a hard time, but I don't want to see him like this. Honestly, I wouldn't know what to do if my Barbie left me."

Inside the lavish boardroom of Mattel, the CEO paced back and forth, frustration evident in every step.

Stacks of Barbie dolls, each adorned in a myriad of outfits and styles, surrounded the long conference table. Posters of classic Barbie campaigns adorned the walls, serving as constant reminders of the brand's storied legacy.

"Sales are stagnant, and we need a fresh approach!" the CEO exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Barbie needs a rebrand—something that resonates with a wider audience while championing empowerment and self-expression."

The executives around the table exchanged worried glances, fully aware of the gravity of the task at hand. They knew Barbie was more than just a doll; she was a symbol of dreams and aspirations for generations of young people.

Determined, the executives dove into brainstorming, each eager to impress the CEO. One by one, they presented their ideas, only to be met with the CEO's cold dismissals.

"A line of Barbie dolls inspired by famous historical figures?"

"Please, we've done that before," the CEO retorted dismissively.

"How about a collection of online Barbie dolls with augmented reality features?" another executive proposed, his voice wavering slightly.

"Augmented reality? Ha! Kids want something they can touch, not virtual gimmicks!" the CEO scoffed, shaking his head. "C'mon, people! I need something fresh! Something groundbreaking! Next!"

Undeterred, the executives kept pitching ideas—from high-tech Barbie accessories to Barbie-themed amusement parks. Yet every suggestion was met with the CEO's sharp wit and skepticism.

Finally, the tension and frustration reached a boiling point. The CEO let out a dramatic groan, pushing a few boxes off the table and clutching his hair in a comically exaggerated display of exasperation.

"I can't take it anymore!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the silent room.

Just as the CEO was about to indulge in his dramatics further, his assistant barged in, her expression urgent yet professional.

"Sir, excuse the interruption, but there's an important call for you," the assistant said, accustomed to her boss's fits.

The CEO straightened up, smoothing his tie and regaining his composure. "Who's calling?"

"It's the CEO of MGA Entertainment, sir."

A dramatic shift occurred in the CEO's demeanor, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "MGA Entertainment, you say?" he murmured, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Y-Yes, sir," the assistant confirmed, noting the shift in his demeanor

"What's did he want?"

"H-He wants to discuss a potential collaboration."

The already silent room tensed, the executives exchanging curious glances. MGA Entertainment was known for being a competitor, and any talk of collaboration was bound to raise eyebrows.

"Well, isn't... this... interesting." The CEO let out a sarcastic, dry chuckle, his expression unreadable. "MGA Entertainment, the geniuses behind the 'BRATZ' dolls reaching out to collab with little ol' us," he barked with a wry smile. "About time, really, we all know how well that worked out for them, don't we?"

The executives chuckled, recalling the ill-fated attempt by MGA Entertainment to rival Barbie with their 'BRATZ' dolls, which had failed to capture the audience and eventually 'vanished' from the market.

Despite his skepticism, the CEO couldn't ignore the potential upsides. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating the offer. "Well, if they survived the 'BRATZ' fiasco, perhaps a collaboration with Barbie might just be their chance for redemption. Let's see what they've got to offer..."

As time passed, Stereotypical Ken wandered aimlessly through Barbieland, his heart weighed down by unrequited feelings. The once-vibrant atmosphere of the daily Barbie and Ken parties had lost its charm since Barbie's departure.

While the other Kens and Barbies danced and celebrated, Ken stood apart, shoulders slumped, feeling detached from the festivities. His sun-bleached hair, usually styled to perfection, now fell messily over his forehead. The sparkle in his bright blue eyes had dimmed, reflecting the emptiness he felt inside.

Yet, amidst Ken's somber mood, a subtle shift began to ripple through Barbieland.

The air crackled with new energy, an unspoken excitement buzzing like electricity.

He noticed that the other Barbies and Kens were acting differently—their giggles more infectious, their laughter more boisterous. They whispered excitedly to each other, casting glances toward the large Barbie Dream House with anticipation in their eyes.

"What's going on?" Ken asked Allan, who seemed unusually animated.

Allan grinned mischievously and nudged Ken with an elbow. "Oh, haven't you heard? A new Barbie is about to join us! And trust me, she's got everyone talking!"

Confused by the sudden excitement over the arrival of this new doll, Ken wondered what could possibly surpass the allure of his beloved Barbie.

As days went by, the anticipation only grew.

Everywhere Ken went, he overheard hushed conversations, whispers about the doll's distinctive features, and rumors of her unique style. The buzz became infectious, even catching the attention of the previously indifferent Kens.

Curiosity gnawed at him.

Intrigued, Ken found himself drawn to the Barbie Dream House, where preparations for the new doll's arrival were in full swing. The usually bustling home was abuzz with activity as Kens and Barbies worked hard to make everything perfect for the newcomer.

But Ken couldn't bear to be part of the excitement. He felt like an outsider in a sea of happiness he couldn't share.

Instead, he retreated to his favorite spot on the beach, hoping the sound of the crashing waves and the salty breeze might soothe his aching heart.

As he sat on the beach, lost in thought, dark clouds gathered overhead, and a faint rumble of thunder echoed in the distance. Yet, immersed in his own despair, he didn't notice or care about the magical display unfolding above him.

Ken sighed deeply, thoughts swirling like the sand beneath his feet. "Why did Barbie have to leave me?" he pondered aloud, gazing out at the vast ocean.

He reminisced about their time together—the laughter, the adventures, the moments they shared. He had thought they were perfect together, destined to be the ultimate Barbie and Ken duo.

"But I guess it was all in my head," he muttered. "She made it clear she only sees me as a friend, and nothing more."

The memories of their dances, the sparkle in her eyes when they were together, and the tenderness of her touch haunted him. Ken wondered if he had missed some sign, some signal that he wasn't enough for her.

"I should have gone with her to the real world," he mused, heart churning like the approaching storm. "Maybe I could have changed her mind—"

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice breaking through the turmoil. "Hey, you good?"

Ken looked up, breath catching in his throat at the sight before him.

The dark thunderclouds surrounding the beach parted, letting a beam of sunlight shine down, illuminating a new Barbie whose skin glowed warmly under the sun. Her braids cascaded down her back like a mesmerizing waterfall, with delicate pink strands artfully woven throughout.

Her plump, glossy brown lips curved into a welcoming smile, radiating warmth.

Her figure, with elegant curves, held a magnetic charm, drawing Ken's gaze as if she were a vision of beauty.

It was the new Barbie.

For a moment, Ken was speechless. He had seen many Barbies, but there was something uniquely captivating about this newcomer.

Her warm gaze seemed to pierce through the storm of his emotions, reaching a place within him that had been locked away since Stereotypical Barbie's departure. Her presence exuded a sense of confidence and understanding that resonated with him in ways he couldn't explain.

"Hey, you good?" the new Barbie repeated, lips falling into a slight pout as her head tilted slightly, eyes searching his.

Ken's heart skipped a beat.

It was rare for someone—especially a Barbie—to ask him about his feelings and well-being, considering they were in Barbieland where the focus was usually on fun and making Barbies happy.

"I... uh..." Ken stammered, trying to collect his thoughts while his heart raced. "Yes?"

Even a rock could see he was lying, but instead of pressing him, the Barbie just accepted it with a small smile and a nod.

The next few moments were spent in silence, but to Ken, it felt like an eternity. He was hyper-aware of the Barbie's presence beside him; every detail fascinated him, from the way the sun highlighted the pink strands in her braids to the gentle rise and fall of her breath.

The longer she stayed beside him, the more intrigued he became.

Finally, mustering some courage, he spoke, "I'm Stereotypical Ken. And you are?"

She turned to him, her eyes reflecting the sunlight like pools of warmth. "I'm Y/N."

Ken was taken aback. You weren't like any Barbie he had encountered before—hell, by your name alone, you weren't even technically a Barbie. Yet, there was an undeniable allure about you, a glimmer of a connection he hadn't felt in a long time. He blinked, struggling to process the name that wasn't "Barbie."

"Y/N," he repeated, savoring the way it felt on his tongue.

You giggled at his reaction, a playful glint in your eyes. "I know, it's different. I'm a new brand of Barbie called BARBZ—a limited collaboration between Mattel and MGA Entertainment. My message is all about embracing uniqueness and self-expression while promoting empowerment."

Ken's surprise turned into curiosity. He had heard of MGA's 'BRATZ' dolls before, but this was something entirely new.

"So, you're not like the other Barbies?" he asked, trying to grasp the concept.

You shook your head, a soft breeze rustling your hair. "No, I'm not. I'm my own person, with my own story to tell. Just like you are your own person, Ken."

Ken felt a strange sense of reassurance in your words.

For so long, he had been defined by his relationship with Barbie, but here was Y/N, a Barbie who embraced her uniqueness and encouraged him to do the same.

"Y/N, huh?" Ken grinned, his voice still tinged with vulnerability but more confident. "I like it; it suits you."

You beamed, delighted by his response. "I'm glad you do, Ken. And who knows, maybe we can create our own story together."

A part of him still worried that getting close to you might bring more heartache, given his unrequited feelings for Stereotypical Barbie. Yet, there was something about you that felt different, something that made him want to take a leap of faith.

"Yeah..." Ken echoed back in agreement, eyes softening the longer he stared at the new Barbie—no, Y/N's smiling face. "...we can."

And as they sat together, the clouds above fully dispersed, revealing a clear, star-studded sky.

The weight on Ken's shoulders began to lift, replaced by a sense of possibility he hadn't felt in a long time.

A/N: I just wanted to add, I am in no shape or form am advertising BRATZ DOLLZ hate 💀💀 I just thought this was a cool concept. I ALSO want to add that the BARBZ is in reference of Barbie + BRATZ not Nicki Minaj (no hate to the Barbz, but yall be wilding out here, so imma not get in that)

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗦𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮"

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CAROL WAS doodling in her notebook, resting her head on my shoulder, while I had my arm around her.

All the while, I was trying to ignore the boredom and catch a whiff of her coconut-scented shampoo as a young girl danced gracefully with a ribbon to the rhythm of music.

"Why am I here again?" I questioned with a dull expression.

Carol rolled her eyes, flashed a playful grin, and replied, "because you love me." I offered a small grin in return before continuing to observe the little girl's performance. A few moments later, I noticed Carol glancing to the left; I followed her gaze and scowled in repulsion.

Barbra was passionately kissing a curly-haired guy who seemed to be her boyfriend.

"Don't worry about her, Care Bear," I said while glaring in Barbra's direction.

"I couldn't care less about that good-for-nothing tramp. She could choke on a dick for all I care–maybe she already has!" I chuckled under my breath at Carol's ruthless dig.

Barbra approached us and took a seat beside Carol.

"So, how did he take it?" she asked Barbra, who simply replied, "He was devastated obviously."

I returned my focus to the girl's ribbon dance but continued eavesdropping on their conversation. Barbra sighed before lamenting, "God, Carol, I can't believe I have to leave him. He's the one" My eyes rolled involuntarily in response–there was no way that boy could hold such a title.

As if hearing my thoughts aloud, Carol reacted with disbelief.

"Really? The one?" Barbra snapped back scornfully, "He's my soulmate. He gets me." I adjusted my posture slightly to find greater comfort in this moment of amusement.

Carol didn't hold back her irritation as she retorted.

"Okay, no, he gets in your pants and as soon as you're gone, he's going to get in Pearl Peterman's pants, where he's going to shuck her oyster and suck it raw.".

Carol playfully stuck her tongue out and raised her eyebrows, making me laugh at her ridiculous expression.

Barbara shouted in disgust at her sister's antics. Noticing some onlookers, I rolled my eyes and asked them, "Can I help you?" As I stared intently, they quickly turned away, unsettled by my facial expressions.

Meanwhile, Carol chuckled at the people's reactions before turning back to her sister and replying.

"Don't be such a precious little barbie doll you know it's true".

Believing it would amuse her to ruffle some feathers, Barbra chose to remark accordingly.

"You're just pissed because no one here will even miss you," she said, prompting me and Carol to direct our attention towards her. I couldn't help but glare at the black-haired girl while sitting up a bit.

"Excuse me, I'm right here, you know," I retorted.

She crossed her arms and looked at me. "So?" It took all my strength not to leap over Carol and slap her right in the face. I felt Carol's hand wrap around my arm, stopping me from doing something I wouldn't regret.

"Don't," Carol whispered before turning her glare towards her sister.

"You don't know shit about my shit, so don't take it out on me." She released my arm and furiously spat a jawbreaker into the hair of a nearby nerd. Glaring at the stage, she added.

"It's not my fault we keep moving It's that fucking little cunt."

Just as she finished speaking, applause erupted as a young girl walked on stage – Debbie.

"Up next, our own Debbie Denning! This is Debbie's last meet here in West Virginia, as she's been accepted to train at Trudy's Gymnastics Institute in Plano, Texas. Go get 'em, Debbie!!".

As Debbie began her dance, I gestured to Carol, directing her attention to the dancing girl.

"Is that Debbie?" I asked. Carol nodded, glaring at her younger sister with a scowl, clutching her notebook tightly.

"She's kinda adorable" I said, shrugging my shoulders. Carol growled under her breath and punched my arm.

"Ow fuck!" I winced giving her a glare "If she's so fucking adorable then you date her!" Carol sneered.

"Hell no that's pedophilia no thanks" I said crossing my arms.

"Ugh I could kill her," Barbra muttered in disgust. I had to admit, the thought crossed my mind in the past few days due to the voices I've been hearing.

"Oh, we could you know, if you wanted to," Carol suggested nonchalantly, tilting her head. Barbra and I exchanged shocked glances before she blurted out, "Jesus, Carol!"

Curious about what she was sketching, I peered over at Carol's drawing— an image of a little girl hanging by a rope. Barbra seemed disturbed by the gruesome art as well. With a gasp of disgust and amusement, she mocked the drawing.

"Oh, you're such a sicko! And her boobs are not even accurate, mostly because she doesn't have any." It was apparent they were talking about Debbie.

"Okay, well, the body's better on this one. Look, I even did some perspective." The new drawing featured the same girl lying in a pool of blood. Chuckling and smirking at each other, Barbra and I found this version preferable and wondered about its story.

"Poison?" Barbra guessed.

"Glass shards in her Yoplait," Carol revealed with a sly smile.

"That's way too obvious."

Nodding in agreement with the voice in my head, I added, "Yeah, Care Bear is too obvious." Carol shot me a confused glance but shrugged it off and continued sketching.

Barbra nodded in agreement with our sentiments.

"Yea she's right. That's too obvious. It would have to look more like an accident."

Carol contemplated this for a moment before gradually turning her gaze back toward Debbie, who was just finishing her dance.

Barbra then turns to Carol and says, "and you'll have to burn that book." Carol's face gradually transforms into a smirk as they both gaze at Debbie with a sinister look.

"You all are some insane white girls, seriously," I mutter quietly, smirking slightly. When they both give me a harsh stare, I just shrug my shoulders feigning confusion and ask, "what?"

Barbra returns her attention to Debbie while Carol slides nearer to me.

"Who were you talking to?" I give her a questioning look and respond, "What do you mean?" She folds her arms and inquires.

"Who were you agreeing with?" Realizing her question's intent, I grin and turn back to watch Debbie, responding, "just a friend."

Carol doesn't say anything further and continues drawing in her book. When it's all over, Carol and I leave before Barbra and Debbie do.

She asks me if we can go somewhere specific, and since I'm free for the time being, I agree. We end up driving to an open field brimming with flowers and trees.

We exit the car, and she grabs my hand excitedly, leading me toward a particular tree. We sit down together; she rests her head on my shoulder as we relish the silence for a while. Eventually, she asks me cautiously.

"Hey Penn, would you still love me if I did something really bad?" I turn my head toward her with a raised eyebrow while she gazes at me nervously, waiting for an answer.

I envelop her shoulder with an arm, kissing the top of her head gently before placing my own head atop hers. "Always," I whisper softly as she smiles contentedly against me.

╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

[survivingxbunny]

Hello may I request a matchup! I prefer the killers more but whoever you choose is fine! I'm pansexual and trans masc (he/they). I enjoy collecting, dark stuff (gore, poisons, taxidermy, diseases, ect...), experimenting, writing, working out, military stuff, comics, learning, music (I go from Barbie girl to heavy metal to classic daily fr), observing, creating like paintings, photography, dancing all that fun stuff! And my personality in a nutshell is eccentric, charming sophisticated when I wanna be and something of a teenage dirt bag other times, blunt, chaos, ambitious, depressed, emotional internally, creative, witty, these hands are rated E for everyone, and I won't shut up about my hyper fixations either. So basically a adhd, trans masc, emo/goth enfp who's semi responsible! I also look a rat man I swear I got the straight long black hair, pale skin, eye bags, black blouses or t-shirts, leather everywhere, and messed up posture to prove it (Sorry this was long I have so much to say i put to much detail into these sometimes I'm not sure what to put honestly 😭) btw just wanna say you are so funny like goals dude

-🍷

// im shaking hands so hard being a fellow Trans masc He/They, also sharing a lot of the same interests ur one cool motherfucker 😎 also i try man I dont always think I am but 👉👈

ok so on for the match up!!

I can see you and Ghostface getting along funny enough! Sure our stealthy boy has many secrets but we do know he loves his photos and personally I can see him being well rounded when it comes to music so he'd def jam out to whatever you like, chances are he probably already knows the lyrics by heart.

He might not always be the best with his words but you bet he'll keep note of your favorite snacks, movies ect for when your having a rough time and need some comfort he has you covered 100%!

ngl tho i headcanon ghostie is ADHD & Autistic so catch him rambling about his hyperfixation too and honestly probably shares a lot that you do too...Hell he might get into something new after hearing how passionate you are about it!

[stolasbuckzo]

Katerina Dust

VO:

Anika Noni Rose (speaking)

EMELINE (singing)

Meaning of the name:

Kat was (comically) named by Angel Dust given the fact that most of her appearance is, indeed, more like a cat and the name pretty much stuck until she decided to shorten it to “K.D.” once she was a little bit older

Basics:

Ring: Pride (Pentagram City)

Sex: Female

Height: 7ft tall

Sexuality: Sapphic

Zodiac sign: Libra ♎️ (same as Luster)

Species: Sinner (hybrid)

<> Cat (via Husk)

<> Jumping spider (via Angel Dust)

Nationalities:

• American; Las Vegas 🇺🇸

<> Accent: Yat (New Orleans)

• Part Russian 🇷🇺

• Italian 🇮🇹

Occupation(s):

• Drug-lord

<> Business partner of Snow Dust — on behalf of Angel — and Barbie Wire

• Band leader

<> Band name: Hybridisation

<> Stage name: Pussycat

• Exotic dancer (stripper)

Band members:

• Thunder Howler (manger)

• Luster “Ace” Dust (songwriter)

• T.J. “Starlight” of the Ars Goetia

• Sugarcane Mayday

• Candy Buckzo (AU)

• Dawn “Ducky” Morningstar

• Ivy of the Ars Goetia

Relationship type: Polyamorous

Bed type: Switch 🤭

Dislikes:

• Her sister(s) being endangered

• Gambling

<> Not very good at it

• Walking

• Demons bullying her friends/family

• Redemption

Likes:

• Popularity

• Sex

• Drinking alcohol

• Flying

• Beelzebub (idol)

• Being drunk

• Being on her phone - Sinstagram

• Drugs

• Partygoer (hardcore)

• Using her wings and tail for dancing props

• Italian culture

• Midnight flights with her violin

• RuPaul’s Drag Race 🤭

<> It’s hers and Angel’s favourite thing to watch

Flaws:

• Smoker

• Playing the violin in front of other people

• Drug addict

• Member of Verosika’s posse

• Competitiveness

• Popularity

• Hates the idea of redemption

• Abused (emotionally) by Verosika

<> Also a little bit of gaslighting too

• Cat mannerisms

• Deipnophobia

<> Fear of eating in front of people

<> Similar: Eating disorder

• Daddy’s girl

Strengths:

• Musical talents

• Weapon proficiency

• Emotional regulation

<> Plays the violin to express her mood(s)

- Mozart 40 (energised)

- Wedding Tarantella etc (Italian)

<> Bella Ciao (happy 🇮🇹)

- Hungarian Dance (dramatic)

- Bach 2 (sad)

- Waltz No. 2 (expressive)

- Vivaldi

<> Background music for when her parents are arguing (much to their annoyance 🤣)

- Jaws theme song (when Luster comes into her room)

- My Heart Will Always Go On cover (romantic)

<> Can’t Help Fallin' In Love

- Fair Tail Theme - Folk Version (jaunty)

- Pirates of The Caribbean Theme Song (for T.J. 😂)

- Sway With Me (cover)

• Flexibility

Romantic interests:

• T.J. of the Ars Goetia (RP) (OC)

• Candy Buckzo (OC)

• Sugarcane Mayday (OC)

• Verosika Mayday (one-sided)

• Aketh (RP)

Affiliations:

• Hazbin Hotel

• The Hybridisations (band)

• Verosika Mayday’s crew

Family:

(bio) Aunt: Molly

(bio) Uncle: Arackniss

Father 1#: Husk

Father 2#: Angel Dust

(fraternal twin) Sister: Luster

(surrogate) Sister: Niffty

(surrogate) Aunt: Charlie Morningstar

AU:

(surrogate) Aunt: Snow Dust (RP)

<> Business partners

(future) Wife: T.J. Buckzo

Nicknames/aliases:

• Pussycat (stage name)

• Tak (anagram)

• Kat (mainly)

Abilities:

• Flight

• Promiscuity

• Multilingualism (anywhere from Europe)

• Agile

• High alcohol tolerance

• Musical talents

<> Singing - from both parents

<> Violist

• Observation

<> Can tell when someone has spiked her drink

Appearance and personality:

Body:

Kat, just as her name suggests, has cat-like appearance with grey fur with long wings (similar to Husk) but has white and dusty pink colours with a heart shape at the back of them. Her tail is bush same colour as her wings and same pattern.

She has very long legs for a female which also has a heart on the back of her feet (a darker get this time; same as the patterns on her arms) and her fingertips (claws?) and toes have a white patch which is the same colour as her face before stopping at the bottom of her stomach.

Despite the dark grey colour of Kat's hair, has the same/similar fluffy shape to "hairstyle" as Angel Dust

Eyes:

Kat, despite her entire body being cat-like, the only thing that resembles to a spider is both her six of her eyes (besides the ones she can see out of) that look like freckles and open up when incredibly angry

Similar to her sister she also has the same sclera colour as both Luster & Angel Dust whilst her left eye is normal looking with a golden greenish/yellow hue added to it

Significant markings:

Kat has dusty pink hearts (representation Angel Dust) all over her body: legs, wings, inside of her ears, chest, and tail. However she also does have lines across her wings that is a slightly darker peachy colour (much like Husk except the colour)

Reference sheet:

Credits go to: HazbinHotelFan

Source: Pinterest

How would you describe Kat’s personality?

• Volatile

• Reckless (even worse than Angel Dust 😂)

• Influential

• Family orientated

• Protective

<> Especially with her sisters

• Hypersexual

• Alert

• Hypersensitive

• Competitive

• Hopeless romantic (formerly)

• Authoritative

• Sceptical

[chillwildwave]

1. My favourite member is Robaire since we almost share the same traits: we speak French, we both love singing and dancing and we are also quite helpful, I also love him just because I find him attractive.

2. It has always been Robaire if I’m being honest.

3. Robaire is an extreme perfectionist and often cusses in French whenever there’s a malfunction on stage.

4. Jesse’s adopted father was in fact an artist who taught him how to paint and observe the world around him in the name of art.

5. Tae Young spends his time on his makeup before getting on stage.

6. Aaron Z is a massive fan of Micheal Jackson, when he was young, he went to his concert!

Aaron T did in fact have dreams of being a comedian but due to his bad jokes, he gave that dream behind to become a member of 4Town.

7. 1: U Know What’s Up, the confidence they send is unreal along with their vocals, the intro and the 1st verse are my favourite parts.

2: Nobody Like U, the song that started it all, the early 00s vibe this sends is just ethereal, Im especially obsessed with Aaron Z’s rap verse, it just hits!

3: 1 True Love, this song shows how talented these members are, from Robaire’s unexpected high note to all the harmonies, Im especially in love with the music video.

8: I ship Jesse and Tae Young since they do have this big bro, lil bro dynamic evidenced in the manga.

9: I remember during my final school play where I hat to play the lead singer of a boyband version of the Lost Boys in Peter Pan, and my teacher asked me to perform “Nobody Like U” from 4*Town, from that moment, my heart fluttered. During the performances, everyone in the audience even snag the song while they were leaving the play, especially when I went back to class, some students started singing the song whenever they walked passed me which shows that they really did enjoy my performance! I did to! And I’ll never forget that day!

10: I read the manga, my favourite chapter was True Crew since I was in love with Z’s personality and he and Robaire’s friendship really connects with me since it does show why Z despises Ro and he tries to make him feel better despite hiding his overachieving side.

11: 1: Nobody Like U - “Let’s call em what it is, it’s a masterpiece!” That line just slaps!

2: U Know What’s Up - “U wanted it, I went for it and baby I got it!” The vocals just send me!

3: 1 True Love - “Nobody Else” these HARMONIES… Come on, you can hear the pain in their voices!

12: My favourite scene was when Mei introduces the boys, it was actually fun to get to know why she loves the group so much by showing each individual personality of each member- I specifically couldn’t stop staring at Robaire’s smile when he came on screen, from that moment, it was love at first sight!

13: I would actually want to make Aaron Z the lead character since he struggles through a lot as seen in the manga and it would be great to see him have his point of view of his experiences of fame and how his rivalry with Robaire will affect the rest of the group!

14; Robaire: The Little Mermaid 🧜🏿‍♂️ Isn’t it obvious?

Tae Young: Snow White 🕊️🍎. The way he fosters animals sends Disney Princess vibes.

Aaron Z: Rapunzel 🪮🗼. I guess his shy personality translates well with this story.

Aaron T: Red Riding Hood ♥️🐺🌳. This definitely makes sense for his outgoing enthusiasm.

Jesse: Cinderella 🥿👑🧚. This screams Jesse because of his dual struggle of being a father and a member of a boyband.

15: I was thinking they could have some 4*Town Barbie dolls that sing when you raise their hand or maybe some T shirts that say out one of their lyrics from their songs.

16: If they made a next album, it would be a more mature take as most of their songs would be about clubbing, love, and the life of being a celebrity so that they could share their experiences with the 4*Townies.

17: The diversity and inclusion of each member, I mean, it’s refreshing to see others be seen within these characters whether they’re Black, mixed, white etc.

18: To be honest, I love that amount of creativity that we hold and the love we have for this group in order to keep their legacy alive and live on through the hearts of millions!

19: I do a lot of art in my spare time, I’m currently practicing some animation for my college course on September.

20: All For You is definitely my favourite from their discography, just because the harmonies sound out of this world especially when my favourite part comes up when they sing “since you’re no one else I’ll be around and I’ll never leave you!”

21: Sunflower because I think it personally suits them!

22: Cry Me A River by Justin Timberlake just because I can definitely hear his voice on this specific track!

23: I would make a series that focuses on each member of the group to gives us a look at their individual personalities and how they prepare for the show (maybe some footage of dance rehearsals, studio sessions and some vlogs about their lives.)

24: Aaron T and Z cause they just remind of siblings from the amount of vibes they give!

25: “Girl I Love Ur Jeans” I’ve been willing to hear this for a long time as I believe it would have a similar vibe to Nobody Like U but with a bit of an edgy side and a rap verse between Z and T that I really want to hear!

26: Not really. Just the themes of brotherhood, fame, friendship and parental expectations.

27: @4townie since I’m obsessed with the series, I love their content and they seem like a friendly and creative person, I really enjoy reading their headcanons as well!

28: Yeah, I enjoy it very much as a way to bring the fandom alive from the dead as well as combining it with my other aspirations like drawing and writing to share my artistic side as well.

29: I would at least create a chapter where we get Aaron T’s backstory and Robaire’s backstory to know why he’s an overachiever and why it bothers Aaron Z.

30: Not really.

31: I’d get along well with Robaire and Jesse since we both have artistic sides to us, we also have a fond love for performing in front of people!

32: Not much, it’s great the way it is!

33: Bye Bye Bye by NSYNC, Gots To Be by B2K, Larger Than Life by Backstreet Boys.

34: My message is that I’m grateful for the amount of love we have for the group, emphasised by our creativity, passion and support to show that we’re not going anywhere, and don’t forget… I know something big is happening, I just know it!

Welcome one and all to the… 4*Town Ask Game! Where you can answer questions to emphasise your love for the entire 4*Town fandom and to also bring the hype of my fanfiction that’s coming up soon.

How it’s going to work: I’ll write the questions on this post, make sure to read them carefully as a way to fully answer the questions in detail, once you've read them, reblog to answer the full questions and make sure that the words are appropriate as I don’t tolerate hateful behaviour. And don’t forget to share this to others so they can share the love for this group as well! Without further ado, let’s get started!

Who is your favourite member and why?

Who was your favourite member previously?

Share with me a headcanon on Robaire 🌹

Share with me a headcanon on Jesse 🎨

Share with me a headcanon on Tae Young 🕊️

Share a headcanon on The Aarons (Z and T)

What is your favourite 4*Town song and why? (Include your Top 3.)

Who do you ship from the group and why?

What was your first memory of 4*Town?

Did you read the manga? If so, what is your favourite chapter and why?

Name me your top 3 favourite lyrics from each 4*Town song🎵🎶

Do you have a favourite 4*Town scene from Turning Red and why?

Since I’m working on the “4*Town: Unfiltered” story, who do you want to be the main protagonist and why?

If you could imagine each 4*Town member in a fairy tale or any story, which one would each member be in and why?

What type of merch would you buy if 4*Town had merchendise?

For their next album, what concept would you want it to be and what songs could you include and why?

What do you like the most about 4*Town and why?

What do you love most about the entire fandom?

Do you do art or any other activities?

Can you tell me your favourite song from Robaire and Aaron Z’s discography? (You can sing the song’s lyrics as well.) And if you don’t know what I mean, I’m talking about the songs from my headcanons.

Pick a song for Tae Young and Jesse if they were a duo.

Pick a song for Aaron T if he went solo.

If you had to make a series or a spin-off of 4*Town, what would you include and why?

Do you have a favourite relationship from the group and why?

Which unreleased song from the group are you willing to hear and what are you expecting the song to sound like?

Are there any more themes or genres for my fanfiction that I should explore? It would be nice if you gave me any suggestions, please.

Do you have a favourite blog from the fandom and what do you like about them?

Do you enjoy sharing 4*Town content? Why or why not?

If there were any changes in the manga, what would you change? Why or why not?

Any unpopular opinions on 4*Town?

Which member do you think you’d get along with the most? Why or why not?

What are you expecting the fanfiction to look like to you when it gets released on Wattpad? Any form of plot? Character development? Conflicts?

Which songs remind you of 4*Town? Why or why not?

And the final question: Do you have a message for the whole entire fandom?

[hiddenclawsof]

aesthetic tag game

tagged by @yutopiada (one of my fav ptg writers out there still notices me to this day im emo--)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold.

(soft!) baby pink | iridescent | glitter is always a good option | no bra | minimalistic tattoos | cherry patterns | sweet scented perfumes | wearing generous amounts of blush | doodling hearts | getting excited to pet an animal | fun nails | rewatching old barbie movies | hair sticking to glossed lips | heart shaped sunglasses | taking pictures of the sunset or sunrise | stuffed animals | protecting nature | stickers everywhere | teen movies | the light rain that falls from a clear sky at the beginning of the night |

(dark academia!) neutral tones | masculine outfits | studying languages | worn down copy of books | grey skies | turtleneck sweaters | loose fitting pants | hair tied with a silk ribbon | trying to remember a cool difficult word you read somewhere to use in a convo | thick belts | minimal makeup | windows fogged by rain | vintage jewelry | blouses with cuffed sleeves | reading a murder mystery and trying to solve it | oxford style shoes | sweater vests | subtitled old movies in a language you don’t speak | leaves crackling as you walk | annotating books to express your emotions about the story |

(edgy!) closet full of dark clothes | fishnet tights | makeup sweating off | neon signs | searching for unknown songs | chokers | band tees | doodling on old converses | finding smoking aesthetically pleasing but not doing it | weird humour | accidentally very dramatic | dim lights | layered outfits | chain belts | chipped nail polish | messy hair | low quality pics | piercings | combat boots | scribbling on desks |

(seventies!) colourful wardrobe | doodling flowers | wearing short shorts | using a bikini top or bra as a normal top | listening to ABBA | flowers in your hair | DIYing everything | jamming to songs alone in your room | drunkenly telling your friends you love them | patterned bandanas | mid heeled shoes | messy braids | flared sleeves | walking barefoot on grass or sand | bold sunglasses | the good kind of tired you get after doing something you enjoy for hours | feeding stray animals | fun patterned socks | room decorated with succulents and other plants | likes to go roller skating or skateboarding |

(preppy casual!) collared clothes | drinking juice out of a champagne glass | getting excited to see the met gala looks | thick headbands | small pastel cardigans | making your friends take your ootd pics | plaid mini skirts | tweed two pieces | watching reality tv to pass time | frilly tops | watching old hollywood movies | academically driven | long manicured nails | new year’s eve fireworks | colorful tights | layered golden jewelry | yearns for luxury brand items | decorating your room with fairy-lights | cursive and neat handwriting | lace details

(by @masterninjacow!) rainy mornings | sweet steaming tea | cats’ purrs | daydreaming about fantasies | back hugs | glinting necklaces | loud video games | grumbling thunder | constantly chewing gum | wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear to bed | watching horror movies at night | nibbling on chocolates | talking to yourself | short hair | sad lofi music | messy sketches | sweet-scented body wash | spicy noodles at midnight | hating physical affection but craving it at the same time | ending all texts with lmao or rip

(by @cherriigguk!) dried flowers | painting at 2 am in oversized sweater | up until sunrise | abundance of blankets and plushies | minimalistic colours | writing when you can’t sleep | warm banana bread on a winters day | stroking a sleepy dog | big eyeliner | butterfly clips | lo-fi hip hop | glossy lips and rose tinted cheeks | afternoon tea with old friends | oversized cardigans | herbal tea | dainty jewellery | self-care evenings | messy low bun or ponytails | dark hair | too many sketchbooks |

(by @iniquitouspoppy!) cuddling with pets | collecting art | journaling at night | flower dresses | raccoon eyes | thunderstorms | listening to music in bed | gaming | anything (pastel) rainbow | jumpsuits | taking pictures with an old camera | pictures everywhere | spending time with friends until the sun goes down | being alone and loving it | being alone and hating it | reading in the train or bus | just reading all the time | biking everywhere | buying flowers | biting your lip | blue skies, white clouds | big tattoos | piercings | stargazing |

(by @sweetae-tae) zoning out when talking to someone | travelling with friends | concerts and music festivals | doing something just because it makes others happy | being happy when loved ones are happy | mom-friending everyone | buying new flowers you know nothing about | baking for others | trying out new things | listening to one song on repeat for hours | not being able to find one specific song to listen to | doing things to keep your mind busy | a cool breeze during warm days | staying up for “just one more episode” | wishing on dandelions | collecting four-leaf-clovers | dimples | contagious laughter | decorating your room with photos and postcards and posters | winter nights when it snows heavily

(by @actuallythatwaspromise) bookstores | pearl necklaces | wishing on the first star at night | messy room | tall lace up leather boots | never breaking the rules | thigh high socks | peppermint-mocha frappes year round | no jackets in winter | standing outside in the rain | the scent of pine | watch documentaries for fun | navy blue room | knitted Blankets | eyes that are multi-colored | cool morning mist | perfectly formed sentences | reading poetry to learn new words | swords with golden hilts | wish anklets on so long that you forgot what you wished for

(by @kodabodaa) all black everything | vampire-esque | sitting outside on quiet nights | winged eyeliner | fucked up sleep schedule | standing outside during a downpour | meme photo folder | tattoos | piercings | loves to make people flustered through flirting | first meal not till after midnight | looks like could kill | laying in bed all day | majorly independent | playlists for everything | prince zuko trash | could read you to filth | lack of emotions | once i love, i love hard | not afraid of really anything |

(by @seoultraveller) intense eye contact | deep discussion about passions | naked dance sessions alone in the bedroom | learning foreign language through poetry, song, and history | studying historical dynasties | not studying out of pure disinterest | nervous lip biting | patience | having one drink alone at a hotel bar | pancakes or waffles on a weekend morning | driving down an empty road towards a roadtrip destination | a tryst over the summer that turns into a romantic storytime | traveling to put your school knowledge to use | mellifluous speech | does not speak unless spoken to first | peppermint hot chocolate by the fireplace | wine on the balcony | unknown intensity | crying in bed at night |

(by @daybreakx) hot drinks in tall mugs | glitter eyeshadow | the sensation in your mouth from peppermint + cold | the scent of roses | red lips | talking to yourself in another language | old disney movies | unsolicited information dumps | messy handwriting | cold days with lots of wind | listening to a song you love in public | a playlist for driving even if the drive is 10 min long | heart skipping a beat from happiness | the feeling when a concert is about to start | crime shows | sarcasm | drinking coffee while waiting for your flight | horror stories | scented candles all over the place | daydreaming as an escape |

(by @thelilyshope) sliding on floors wearing fuzzy socks | tennis shoes with dresses | loves horror | making your own coffee | lost in thought while in nature | staring at the night sky | loves the sunrise but doesn’t like feeling tired | falling asleep while bear hugging a plush | the feeling of excitement when discovering a new place | mysteries in old places | learning through travels | slowly reading books | longing for the future | fashion you love but could never try | interested in many but passionate only for a few | warming up under blankets after playing in snow | turning fear into excitement | embarrassing others in public | trying on weird things at the mall for fun | the go-to comfort friend

(by @yutopiada) morning runs through the sleepy neighbourhood | cutting your hair on a whim | clothes that are too big | podcasts and breakfast | writing letters to yourself | the sound and feeling of pressing the keys of a keyboard | songs that remind you of a precise memory | wanting to be different | scared of being forgotten | procrastination | body hair positivity | having a collection of wired earbuds in case one of them breaks | saving empty notebooks because they’re too precious to write in | claiming things as yours by putting a sticker(s) on it | that artificial strawberries and cream flavour | it’s not dessert unless it’s chocolate | white trainers | big, chunky shoes | staring at paintings/artifacts in museums for too long | enjoying old architecture

(by @hiddenclawsof) walking at night to look for something interesting | collection of mystery/murder books | eyeshadow palettes that will not be used | highlighters | converse | not good at giving advises | vintage bracelets | old philosophical movies | peppermint | cries watching animals are being rescued | fidgets when thinking | instruments | typos | kaomoji | observes thoroughly | googles simple words just because | eyeglasses | black earrings | rain | strolling around the bookstore

@yunwoo, @wookikun , @hojinhoe (hi no pressure in doing this but if you want to do this you are welcome to do so ((: )

[pixiedst]

Dance With Me 02 // KYG

Request from @lost-midnight-flower​​

Hiii can I request a got7 fic? Maybe something along the lines of meeting the guys at a fan meeting or something and one of them falling head over heals with the reader? That seems pretty cute to me, is that weird? If you choose to write this, you can pick which member you want to write about ^^ have a great day/evening ahead!

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Description: Dance studio owner Y/N meets Yugyeom at a fan sign. Word Count: 3,694

Index // Part One // Part Three // Part Four

”I’m gonna be honest, I enjoyed the bunny ears,” Yugyeom says and takes her copy of the album to sign.

“Hilarious,” Y/N says. “Turn to the next page.”

He does as he’s told and finds a beige envelope with a glittery, red heart sticker sealing it. He lifts it and scoffs. “How radiant.”

“If you don’t want it, I’ll-“, but before her fingers can reach it, he pulls away.

“No way! I wanna know more about you! I am not losing this chance.”

Y/N tries to keep a straight face, but she can tell from Yugyeom’s laugh that her cheeks are red enough to betray her. He’s different today. Bolder. She looks at the fans next to her. Can they hear them? They seem busy enough with their conversations.

She likes this, though. It’s a different side to him. Before she can say anything else, the staff orders her to move. As she gathers her things, she glances back at Yugyeom one last time to flash a smile.

He winks.

-

Dear Yugyeom,

Here is the letter you asked for.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom stifles a laugh and reads further.

Okay, I’m kidding. I’m writing this after watching your beautifully entitled V-Live “OLOLOLO”. Mark noticed my comment and asked for me: what have you been up to lately? It inspired me to write this.

Do you wanna know why I started dancing? I watched Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses as a kid. I wanted to travel to a secret land where I could dance with magical statues to classical music by instruments that played themselves. Needless to say, when I found out none of that was real, I was devastated.

But what kept most of that fantasy a reality was the dancing. My parents understood how much I wanted to be a dancer and enrolled me in ballet class. I was horrible, hated it immensely, and my dream of becoming a princess withered.

Years passed, and they let me enroll in a hip hop dance class, and that’s where I found my rhythm. My body was comfortable with the music, and I was satisfied with the setting. I knew I wanted to be a professional dancer.

But my parents’ understanding ended there. It thrilled them to have a daughter who could dance, but they felt that choosing it as a career was impractical. After years of begging, proving my worth through recitals and gold medals, they never changed their minds.

I graduated with a business degree. They wanted me to start a business, so I did. I started my studio. They tried to get angry, but they knew they had no reason to be. I did what they wanted me to do, and with the skills I learned, I added my own twist. I never broke a rule. 

Until now, they’re unhappy with my decision, but they’re less angry. I think that’s all right. I still meet with them every few weeks because I love them despite the sacrifices they forced me to make. But looking back, it’s safe to say they were good for me. With my level of skill before university, I wouldn’t have been able to get into any of the performing arts schools. I only joined the dance team in my school and used that experience to start my studio. Not a bad deal.

You might be wondering why I’m telling you all this. That V-Live struck a chord in me. Bambam said to not be ashamed, so here I am, shamelessly presenting my life story to you.

Here’s my social media if you want to see me dance. This is a huge step for me, but I think this is a good way for me to let go of doubts and embrace the unknown instead.

Instagram: @dancingseoul

YouTube: Dancing Seoul Studio

Thank you again for inspiring me to be where I am now. You’re the best.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom’s mind races. He’s only met this person three times, but despite the brief interactions, she trusted him enough with this personal story. There is nothing more he wants for her but success. He wants to see her studio run out of slots for enrollments. He wants millions of people to subscribe to her YouTube channel. It’s what she deserves. Life is too cruel to keep that from her.

He checks her Instagram. It’s cute. Majority of the posts are dance videos and pictures of the studio, but she slides in a few selfies now and then. Their family is small, but she looks happy. He smiles. He likes seeing her happy.

He stops on a selfie from two years ago. She barely aged. The only difference is her hair, which in this photo shows a light brown shade and a fringe. Cute. He taps twice and continues to scroll.

Within a few more photos down, he freezes.

Wait. Did he...

He hurries back up, a scream locked in his throat. His muscles tense, and his breathing goes rigid. Why can’t he find it? He’s back in the recent ones. Did he miss it again? He scrolls back down, slower this time, but the pace is almost killing him. She must have seen the notification by now.

When he finally finds it, he taps on the heart and drops his phone on the bed. He sighs. There’s no use. He’ll have to explain himself next time they meet. 

Maybe they can pretend it never happened, but based on their brief interactions and the way she writes her letters, that’s highly unlikely. Typical. Just another person in his life to tease him indefinitely.

He smiles. For the members, it’s nothing new. But for Y/N? Maybe it won’t be so bad.

-

How to React to Your Idol Liking Your Instagram Photo: A Tutorial With Y/N

Drop your phone on the floor

Scramble to check your phone is okay

Scream in your pillow

Cry (optional)

Take a screenshot to preserve the memory

She frowns. He liked that photo? Why did she even upload it? What was she thinking? Her hair was a mess, and she was sweating like she’d been in a sauna. And the angle? She can’t even process how embarrassing her selfie skills were two years ago. She taps on the three dots and hovers her thumb over the “Archive” button. 

What if he did like it, though? Maybe he thought she looked… pretty. She scoffs. That’s ridiculous. She’s not terrible looking, but she could never compare to the girls he must see every day. Twice literally works in the same building as him. He can’t possibly look at her and think she’s pretty. 

But she is open to possibilities. Sometimes. Only this time.

Y/N smiles. She exits the app and places her phone on the bedside table. The thought rings in her mind, and she can’t help but bury her face is her pillow. Wouldn’t it be nice, though?

Wouldn’t it be nice if Kim Yugyeom found her pretty?

-

“Is it her?” Bambam asks.

“No,” Yugyeom replies, and flashes a smile at the fan in front of him and accepts a stuffed toy.

So, his secret is out. The members caught on and have been playing telephone throughout the event. Yugyeom just has to suffer from being seated in the middle this time. 

“Is it her?” Bambam asks, not even looking away from his next fan.

“No, but she’s almost here.”

Bambam laughs as he allows the fan to place a scarf around his neck. Yugyeom wishes nothing more than to run away and never come back. His members are extra smiley and observing each fan who comes their way, trying to figure out which of them was able to steal the maknae’s heart. 

Oh, God, please keep it subtle, he prays. 

And there she is. His breath hitches, and he blinks a few times to avoid making a complete fool of himself.

“Hello,” His voice cracks. 

So much for subtle.

Bambam and Youngjae laugh, and the girls they’re talking to join in. Fantastic.

He clears his throat and repeats himself. “Hello.”

Y/N smiles. “Did you drink enough water today? You don’t want your voice to crack like that again.”

He can feel Bambam and Youngjae solve the puzzle. It’s only a matter of time before the information leaks to the rest.

“No letter today, sorry. I figured the previous one already showed a lot. I don’t even know what to say anymore,” she says.

He pulls the album closer to him and signs. “That’s okay. I really enjoyed reading it. I got to know you a little better.”

Y/N presses her lips together before she leans in to reply, “You seem to have enjoyed my Instagram, too.”

Yugyeom laughs and pink rises in his cheeks. “I’m sorry about that. I was just going through your dance videos and accidentally pressed like on your selfie. You’re a really talented dancer, though! I’m impressed!”

Nice save. That was a nice save, right?

“Nice save.” So it was not. “But thank you for the compliment. I wasn’t sure about that selfie, though.”

“I thought you looked cute,” he says. She looks away shyly. “But really, though. You’re an incredible dancer. I hope your studio gets the recognition it deserves.”

-

“I’m so tired,” Jia says and slides to the floor as the rest of the team gather their things.

Areum ties her hair and wipes the sweat around her neck. “Me too. I’m so glad it’s Saturday. I can stay up all night watching Luna’s Hotel.”

“New drama?” Y/N asks.

“Mhm! It’s my second one this week!” she replies.

How she finished yet another drama, Y/N has no idea. It’s surprising enough that she has the energy to teach dance despite barely getting any sleep. Sunhee, on the other hand, has been slowing down. Apparently, she’s been getting into GOT7.

None of them know about Y/N’s interest in the group. If anything, the members themselves are the only ones who do. Nobody else is aware of his influence on her career, and she prefers to keep it that way. She doesn’t want them to think she’s weird and obsessed.

“If they’re just gonna show off their relationship every two seconds, they might as well get married,” Sunhee grumbles as she stares at her phone.

“I know. It’s all they ever post about. We get it. They’re dating,” Jia says.

“Who’s dating?” Y/N asks.

Sunhee turns her phone and reveals the screen. Y/N leans in to get a better view. It’s a picture of Hyuna and Dawn. His hand is on her waist, and she’s kissing his cheek while he looks at the camera with a slightly tucked chin and close-lipped smile. It’s a cute picture.

“What’s wrong with them dating?”

“It’s disrespectful to the fans!” Areum says.

“How is falling in love disrespectful?”

Jia scoffs. “Typical of you to say that, really. Listen. Celebrities exist to entertain, meaning the audience can form emotional attachments to them. Dating someone completely destroys that bond they formed with their fans. It’s disrespectful for that sole reason. Do you get it?”

Y/N wishes she could reply with, “Typical of you to say that, really,” but stops herself. Maybe she should just agree. What’s the point of disagreeing when it will only leave her out of the group even more? It’s funny how she’s technically the boss, yet they treat her like another colleague. Where is the respect?

Part of it is her fault, though. She can’t be too restricting, and she is desperate to keep them with her. She doesn’t want to admit it, but she needs them. Sure, she wants a circle of friends, but she also needs them for her business. What would she do without them?

But she cannot let them win this time. She just can’t agree with them.

“I understand that there’s a bond between celebrities and their fans, but they don’t just exist to entertain. They’re more than just faces on a screen. They’re human beings, and the fans are only falling in love with a small portion of their real selves. You see how much training they have to go through just to debut. They have to be as close to perfect as possible because they’ll be in front of hundreds of cameras. What I’m saying is that underneath all that perfection, they are regular people who fall in love too. Being a celebrity doesn’t take that away.”

Sunhee shakes her head. “I bet you haven’t fallen in love with an idol before.” Her voice wavers. How pathetic. “It’s like chasing a cloud. You just look at them from afar, and that’s all you can do.” She sighs. “You wouldn’t understand.”

They pick up their things and head to the door. Jia leaves last and says, “See you on Monday, Boss.”

Y/N only responds with a nod and a weak smile.

Jia called her ‘boss’. If only she felt worthy of the title. She sighs and takes their place on the floor and closes her eyes. She could really use another surprise live. Anything GOT7 always made her feel better.

She walks to the speakers and plugs her phone before clicking on shuffle and running to the center of the room.

When the music begins, it’s like the rhythm is beating for her. Y/N always had to think before she spoke, analyze every word the rest of the world said, but in this room, there is no language but the movement of her body. There is no law but the music running through her veins. As she dances to the beat, her feet and legs and knees scream at her to rest, but she doesn’t listen. Moments like these are precious to her. This is her territory. This is home.

A knock on the door puts her off balance. She groans. Everybody knows not to interrupt her when she’s dancing. Did someone forget something? There doesn’t seem to be anything left behind. She rushes to her phone and pauses the music. She grabs a towel and wipes her sweat before she reaches for the door. 

“Listen, we’re clo-” But her voice gets trapped. 

Standing before her is none other than Kim Yugyeom.

-

Y/N doesn’t know what to do. She has dealt with defending her dream to her family, lost relationships because no one believed in her, and handled three difficult-to-please girls for two years. She got through those hurdles without a scratch, but as she stands before Yugyeom, her throat is dry and her knees buckle. 

Her fantasies could never live up to this. Not enough fan fiction prepared her for this moment, and frankly, she’s not sure if there is anything in the world to do that. This is her idol, her hero, the entire reason she has her studio today—the very studio he’s in. Well, sort of in. He’s only at the door frame, and this must be the moment she steps aside to let him in, but her body remains still. 

“Hello,” he says, his voice low. “I don’t really want to be seen right now. Can I come in?”

Like a hypnotist’s snap, she blinks and regains control of her senses. She quickly nods and steps aside, still unable to find her words. 

Yugyeom seems to be doing just fine. He walks around the room like a tourist in a museum and gapes at every little thing she’s sure the JYP building has and more. After admiring the speakers, he turns around and faces her. 

“Do you mind if I…” He unzips a few inches of his hoodie and meets her eyes, a quiet permission to take it off. 

She nods and almost chokes when her eyes land on his arms. He’s wearing a muscle tee today. Her heart beats louder than the speakers on maximum volume. He places the hoodie on a bench against the wall, and even that is enough to make her breathing go rigid. Everything he does is so godlike, she doesn’t know if she’s worthy of this front-row seat.

“So… how did you find my studio?”

“The address is on your Instagram.” 

Of course. Heat rises in her cheeks. Given she’s already humiliated herself, maybe she should create a list of them to slap herself in the face with when this is all over. 

“Right,” She rubs the back of her neck. “What are you doing here then? Do you need a place to practice or something?” 

He shakes his head and walks to her. “I wanted to see you.” 

Y/N is sure he can hear her heartbeat. “You… you wanted to see me?” 

He nods. “I really like talking to you, and I thought since we barely got the chance to know each other through the fan signs, maybe we could step outside of those and become real friends. You seem like a really interesting person, and I want to get to know you more.”

What’s with the sudden confession? Her entire face must be red right now. With his eyebrows raised and a small smile forming, he’s definitely having fun with her reaction. She takes a step back in hopes of the distance giving her space to breathe. 

But why would he want to be friends with her? She’s just a low-rate dancer with a small studio. What could he find interesting about her? She scans his face, and he lowers his eyebrows, but his smile never fades. He’s not kidding.

“All right,” she says and takes a step forward. “But we have to keep this a secret. If my friends find out, I’ll never see the end of their complaints.” 

She hates to admit it, but she almost regrets saying that. Being friends with Kim Yugyeom could be the turning point in their relationship. She can almost imagine it. They would pay more attention, listen to everything she has to say without disregarding it, and they might even like her. They’d listen to her stories about Yugyeom behind the scenes and whine. They’d be jealous of her. How enthralling is that? To have someone be jealous of her for once…

Did she really think all that in a few seconds? She sighs and lowers her head. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she mutters and meets his eyes again. “It’s best if no one finds out. I don’t want to risk having my entire life change.” 

“I get it.” He looks at the speakers on his left before turning back to her. “You were dancing to Teenager.” 

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, I was. I should be home by now, but I was feeling a bit stressed and needed to get it off my chest.”

He walks to the speakers and picks up her phone. “This might be a weird question, but can I see you dance?” When she doesn’t reply, he adds, “I want to see the Y/N I heard so much about. By ‘heard’, I mean ‘read’.” 

She walks toward him. “Weren’t you just on my Instagram? You could see me dance there.”

He laughs. “Yeah, but you mostly post your students’ performances. And on Youtube, too. You don’t give yourself enough screen time. I wanna see you.” 

The light just above him shines on his skin, and the shadows sharpen his features. His black muscle tee and jeans give off the illusion that his skin is paler, he almost looks like a vampire. A sexy dancing vampire. There is something about him that’s so captivating. 

Y/N was never good with words. Dancing was always easier. She’s sure he can agree, and that’s when it hits her. Maybe he does have a reason to want to be her friend. He found someone he could relate to. 

“Sit down. I’ll show you something no one’s seen yet.” His smile rises to the ends of his cheeks. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“I’m very lucky.” 

“Now this isn’t finished yet. It’s supposed to be for two people, and I haven’t choreographed the entire song or the boy’s part. What you’re about to see is completely raw and unfixed. It might not be pretty.” 

“I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”

I am Yours by Andy Grammer fills the room, and her body moves in an instant. She thought she’d be nervous dancing in front of her idol, but it’s the very reason the confidence surges through her. She follows every beat with her feet, with her arms, with her whole being until she sinks into the melody.

You know I need you Like you’re oxygen Be my atmosphere Let me breathe you in So I can try to tell you I love you

She twirls under an imaginary hand, which her mind immediately portrays as Yugyeom’s. Her heart soars at the image, and it pushes her further. Her body is tired, but she can’t find the energy to stop. 

Still can’t believe it when you say you’re mine and I am yours, I am yours

With one final spin, she halts and meets his eyes. 

I am yours. 

She doesn’t know what he’s thinking. There is no expression on his face. His gaze is completely fixed on hers, and it almost glows under the lights. His breathing is quick like he was the one dancing. 

“What-” She tries to catch her breath, but she can’t tell if her struggle is from the dance. “What do you think?”

He swallows and licks his lips. “I’m thinking…” Y/N grips the hem of her shirt. “I want to be your partner.”

Her eyes almost pop out of their sockets. “What?” 

He gets up and walks straight to her like time is running out. “I wanna dance to this with you. You haven’t finished the choreography, right?”

“Yeah, but-”

“And you said you needed a partner. A boy. Well, I’m available, and I want the part.”

“But Yug-”

He takes her hands, and her body freezes. “Dance with me.” 

She shivers under his touch, but she makes her decision. With her heart and mind racing at once, she nods and says, “Okay.”

-

Part Three

[backandimbamon]

bamon but make it halloween

im so terrible it’s literally almost a month after halloween but i had to post this. time is an illusion anyway, right guys? 😃 okay... ONWARDS.

“And you are...?” Caroline Forbes was patiently waiting for Bonnie to exit the bathroom, announcing her end of preparation for Whitmore’s biggest Halloween bash.

She bored herself with uninteresting conversation to pass the time but her patience was wearing thin, especially since the discussion was excessively snarky and headache-inducing. The absence of Stefan could really remind her just how much of a nuisance his brother could be. For Christ’s sake, why did he have to interrupt quality time with her best friend by bringing himself to the equation?

“A vampire, duh.”

Damon Salvatore donned an organic black cotton tee with black jeans, leather boots, signature bourbon whisky in hand, and a pair of cheap plastic fangs that almost lisped his speech.

“The blonde hair didn’t just come with the outfit, I take it.” He remarked, raising a disapproving eyebrow at Caroline’s Malibu Barbie costume.

“Guys, I’m almost done. Please don’t attempt to kill each other.” Bonnie’s incessant shuffling almost drowned out her voice.

“Fine.” They chimed in unison.

“Hurry, Bonnie. Caroline is doused in pink and that’s my least favorite color on earth. My eyes are starting to burn.”

“Did he just say doused?”

Caroline faced Damon and grimaced theatrically. “Honestly, you’re such a dick.”

He flashed a smile with those creepy plastic teeth. “Ninety-percent of me is, yes.”

“Gross. Did my ears just witness that... I-“ Rubbing her ears proved to be fruitless; the words had already made their stain.

Bonnie exited the bathroom and click-clacked her way to her two bickering best friends. “Before this situation gets any more awkward, I’m ready.”

And ready she was in fishnet stockings, black pointed-toe high heels, a teeny wicker broom and a dress that was tight and very short with thin shoulder straps. Her hair was long, pin-straight and down her back.To top it off, she had smoky eyes, nude glossy lips and a black hat with an exaggerated tip. An eyeful to say the least. There was no doubt that all heads would turn tonight in her favor.

“I’m a witch!”

Caroline squealed in excitement. “No Bonnie, you are that witch. Ohmygod, turn around! Look at your butt!”

“It’s kinda hard to do that,”

“Well if you could see it, you’d be amazed. You look so hot!” Caroline felt like the proudest best friend in the world, and if the night went as planned, she’d be the greatest wing woman to walk the face of the earth. Bonnie needed a boy toy, and with the help of her and that dress, Caroline’s mission would be easy peasy.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet.”

Caroline almost forgot Damon Salvatore was also an occupant in the room, annoyingly existing beside her. She observed his mannerism and was shocked to hear no snide remarks fall from his lips. In fact, he looked a little too appreciative of Bonnie’s costume with honest blue eyes that wouldn’t leave her face or frame.

Caroline’s eyes squinted.

Noted.

“Maybe you’ve put a spell on me, Bon Bon.”

- - -

“Did it ever cross your mind that it’s difficult to get Bonnie a guy when you’re death-glaring everyone I find suitable for her? They’re starting to think you two are a couple.”

Caroline pulled Damon aside, frustrated with his counterproductive antics. It was the biggest campus party of the year and she was trying to get her best friend laid because that was what best friends did. Bonnie looked too damn good to be just hanging around with her and Damon all night, especially considering the countless amount of eye candy surrounding them.

“We are. We’re a couple of best friends, looking to have a great, wholesome, spooky night.”

The music was getting louder as the bass thumped throughout the house. Red cups, mingling bodies, and flashing lights dominated the atmosphere. He had long since ditched the plastic fangs, Caroline presumed, to dig his teeth into some innocent girl later on that night.

“Damon, seriously. Stop attempting to scare these guys away. If anyone deserves a wild and crazy night, it’s Bonnie.”

“She can be wild and crazy with us. Two vampires and one witch? We’re the wildest trio to exist.”

“Yes but Bonnie’s a grown woman with needs not even we can help with.”

“Speak for yourself.” He winked.

Caroline’s brow raised in suspicion as she crossed her arms. Her pink jacket creased at the elbows.

“Kidding, kidding. Look, one dance with my little Bon Bon and I’ll stop being a bad vampire and allow her to make small talk with brainless douche bags. I promise.”

“Make it quick.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

Damon strolled over to Bonnie, interrupting her for what would be the last time, to his dismay. She was talking to some dick who had entirely too much cologne on, his vampire senses were agitated.

“I noticed you looked awfully bored, mind if I steal you away? You can just call me Life Saver.” There was a playful look in his eyes as he lightly tugged on her wrist.

The guy frowned at him and opened his mouth to speak but Damon pulled her away to the dance floor before he could respond.

“No, I’ll just call you Cock Block. He was super cute!” Bonnie hissed, with a cute frown on her face.

“Didn’t notice. Hey! I only want some one on one time with my bestie, for old time’s sake. Halloween parties bring back a certain nostalgia,” he looked off in the distance melodramatically, just above the crowd of tipsy college students.

“Of a time when we hated each other’s guts and I so desperately wanted to kill you?”

His eyes grew wide. “You feel it too?”

Bonnie stared at him and concluded that after years of knowing him, nothing could really accustom her to how frustratingly handsome he was. There was such a nonchalance that surrounded his charm, his whole demeanor screamed “I know you want to have sex with me but will you be lucky enough to get the chance,” without him saying one word. It was always there in his gaze; the party was completely out of his element with garish lights, cheap drinks, trite decorations yet somehow his devil-may-care disposition made him belong. It made spectators look. And almost every eye was on them tonight, especially for Damon, so she was truly puzzled as to why he insisted on assuming the role of watch guard. It was unlike him.

“Listen, Damon. You’ve been off this entire night... Are you okay?” There was genuine concern for him in her moss green eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and they swayed to the music.

Truth was, Damon couldn’t explain why it bothered him to such a high extent watching horny men trying to press up against Bonnie. Hell, if the roles were reversed, he would undoubtedly fight to be the first in line to take her home. He understood it, she was gorgeous and sexy and the way her legs looked when she wore heels and fishnets was a sin.

Yet she was also his best friend and maybe it bothered him so much because a random guy didn’t know Bonnie like he did, that they never could know her the way he had. Never sat with her, talked her through her tears. Had never been miserably stranded with her, and trapped in a prison world for months. Caroline couldn’t even compete with him in the experiences they shared and she was technically her best friend long before he came into the picture. He was all over Bonnie, she even smelled a little like him, was wearing head to toe black more often, had a bit of his cynical humor.

He couldn’t picture another male that fit into the equation even for one night. These strangers had never seen her before so how could they possibly think they could honor her the way she should be honored, even if it was for a one night stand.

God, what the hell was he thinking? He was starting to sound like Stefan in his own damn mind.

“Damon?” She lightly scratched at the hair on the nape of his neck, and the small gesture alone awakened far too many electrical impulses inside of him.

Elena, Elena, Elena.

His eyelids fluttered. “Hmm?”

The thought of Elena was almost intrusive because all he could really see was Bonnie. Bonnie irritated with him, exasperated, then understanding and pensive. Bonnie speaking.

Her mouth was moving, yes, but he was distracted. She was doing it subconsciously, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and it was damn near driving him up the wall in the best way possible. Bonnie made him feel so comfortable always, everything was natural with her. She felt like home.

Elena, Elena, Elena.

But Elena wasn’t here and he knew that if he hadn’t picked Bonnie over her, his life wouldn’t feel like his- it wouldn’t belong to him. Plus, they could fix it once they found a cure. Someone would undo that linking spell and his best friend and his girlfriend would both be in his life simultaneously.

For now, Bonnie was home, he couldn’t live without her, so yes he would continue to stop any guy trying to get next to her because they didn’t deserve her. No one did. She was too sweet and pure, and seeing someone talk to her who wasn’t him or someone else she loved made something flare up inside him, something a lot like-

“...Like jealousy.”

“I’m not jealous!”

There was a pregnant pause, the fingertips at his neck slowed.

“...What?”

“What?”

“I said that I think Caroline’s a little jealous of our friendship. It’s like we’ve obviously gotten closer because of everything we’ve been through and Caroline might resent you just a teensy bit for it.”

“Oh yeah, she’s been so mean to me all night, Bon Bon. She barely allowed me to dance with you.”

“That probably has more to do with you shooting down every guy that comes my way.”

“I have not,”

“Mhmm.”

“No, Bon, I’ve been shooting down every asshole that comes your way. I believe there is a difference.”

“So every guy I talk to is an asshole?”

“Precisely,” he said, with a wiggle of his brows.

“You must be the king of them.”

He gave a mock wounded expression.

Her pretty face grew serious. “I know it’s been hard. The whole decision thing. Me or Elena. I miss her so much so I can’t even imagine how you must feel. She’s everything to you.” He could see tears welling up in her eyes. “Thank you. In all honesty, I accepted the fact that I would die because of the ultimatum but you really shocked me, Damon.”

Maybe that was it, he was acting strange because he missed a pair of doe brown eyes, olive skin and long legs. He missed a raspy voice always carrying the two syllables in his name like it was too heavy to pronounce. He missed the smell of her on him, a fusion of his natural spicy je ne sais quoi and her fruity shampoo.

That’s what was making him act weird. Not the thought of smokey green eyes glazed with flirtation, batting at the expense of a baffling fool. Or brown slender fingers outstretched, casting love spells on men who could never match her energy. And surely not the thought, tucked away in the recesses of his mind, of Bonnie Shelia Bennett, the little witch, opening her arms and legs to someone not worthy enough to lick the bottom of her shoe.

And he didn’t know why if he could picture one contender, it would be himself. Like if there was an invisible bar to set the standard, it’d be him. It’s not as if he thought of Bonnie- like that- because he hadn’t, it was just he was the only male in her life that treated her least crappiest next to maybe his brother. But Stefan was Caroline’s. And Damon...well he couldn’t imagine Bonnie welcoming someone else inside of her when she felt so much like home to him.

Wait, what?

If those words had tumbled out of his mouth she probably would’ve slapped him. She wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers, no matter how close they were, no matter how long they danced, no matter how many times he made her laugh. That was his friend, and he should politely remove himself if he was blocking her from having a good night, regardless of the pain he would feel from her absence.

He should. But.

“Damon.” Bonnie had a stern look on her face and it was then that he realized his fangs were out and his eyes were veined.

“Shit,”

“Seriously, what is going on with you? Are you hungry?”

“No! I was thinking.”

“Of tearing into my flesh?” She placed her hands on her hips and tapped a pointed toe.

“No? But.. since your mind is so clearly in the gutter,” he did that thing where he paced around Bonnie like a predator stalking its prey. Pinpointing her to the spot to be examined, he was on his second lap of encircling her when he halted behind her, smoothed her long hair to one shoulder and admired the slope of skin from ear to collarbone. He took the initiative to push the envelope by trailing his nose alongside the curve of her neck, light enough to give goosebumps. The magic that was bubbling under the surface of skin was almost enough to make him salivate.

She was unmoved, like there was a predictability Damon possessed that didn’t scare her, or even surprise her anymore.

He hated it. He felt neutered, like the monster under the bed who the kid was no longer afraid of because monsters didn’t really exist, only dust bunnies.

“I could sink a fang in, to really christen the night.”

“And I could send your ass burning to flames, for old time’s sake.”

“Kinky.”

His hands circled around her wrist to hold her still, because if he kept Bonnie in place in reality, she wouldn’t be able to run free in his mind. Damon needed control, he needed to remind himself of who he was. And maybe, just maybe, teasing Bonnie would make him feel as if he had leverage over her. Like he had won something even if Bonnie went back to her dorm with someone else.

“No really, Bon Bon. You taste so good.” He inhaled her scent as he spoke in her ear. “Why do you think I gave you that nickname?”

Despite his internal conflict, he couldn’t fight his bad habits: The longer he spent with her, coiled around her like a snake, the more men would assume she wasn’t available tonight, and sure, he was being a toxic friend but he didn’t care. Damon reveled in his toxicity because it left him less lonely, less abandoned.

“Oh, Damon, don’t kid yourself. You know you’re an old man. You can’t afford too many rises.” There was a smirk in her voice.

“I can teach you all about rises and more, Bon Bon.”

“Wouldn’t you just love that?”

He really wanted to push her, see how far she could carry this conversation. And see how much alike they actually were.

“I would love that for you, yes.” He pushed one skinny shoulder strap down and lightly pressed his mouth where it once was. “Then I could really find out if you taste as good as you look.”

Her knee buckled before she sent it back in its rightful position. He noticed her body was so warm, he could hear the blood sloshing around in her veins. The reactions Damon perceived as small victories for him. If there was a scoreboard it would read: Damon 1, Bonnie 0. One hand cupped her neck lightly while the other remained at her wrist, he continued to speak into her ear.

“You know, I would stop but something tells me you’re enjoying this too much.” He pressed his thigh between hers.

She squirmed and her voice dropped octaves. “What makes you think that?”

“It’s not what I think. More so what I smell.”

Her mouth shut with an audible click of teeth.

“I bet you make the prettiest face when you-“

The feeling of his brain splitting in half was so unwelcome that his hands immediately shot up as if he could turn it off. Bonnie seemed to have an immense presence; the perfect picture of witchcraft prowess and sex appeal and if his brain didn’t feel like it was broken, he would’ve been a proud masochist. He was on one knee in an odd proposal of pain, and then it stopped. He pulled himself up and attempted to recover from his aneurysm as if it never occurred.

Damon 1, Bonnie 1.

She straightened out her dress, dusted it off to exude the message that she had no intention of getting down and dirty but she did what she must. He felt like a child and that aneurysm was one hell of a scolding.

Her voice was still a bit deep, but considerably more clear. “Honestly, you should hang out around the dining room, I see some girls that are more your type.”

He followed her gaze to a group of Elena lookalikes.

Damon possessed a sharp, unreadable expression in his gaze. “And what’s that?”

“Hmm.. selfish. Insecure.” They held each other’s gaze in a Western Showdown fashion, with an unspoken challenge sitting in the open space between them. Bonnie gave him the last once over before she strutted off, trapping his eyes with the sway of her hips.

Bonnie 2, Damon 0.

When he looked back up, Caroline was giving him the glare of the century as he slowly backed up to melt away in the oven of meaningless costumed bodies.

It was going to be a long night.

[missjanjie]

Let Me Hear Your Body Talk | Jan x Nicky

Title: Let Me Hear Your Body Talk Summary:  Nicky hates exercise classes. She hates cardio. Yet, she shows up to class after class for one reason only - the instructor, Jan. Word Count: 1.5k Relationship(s):  Jan x Nicky Rating: E Notes: big thanks to @janssports and @imalwaysaslutfordrag for beta-ing this

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Gigi looked at Nicky oddly as they put their jackets and purses in their respective lockers. “You know, you don’t have to come if you’re gonna look miserable the whole time.”

Nicky shook her head and put a sweatband around her head, tying the 80s-esque look she was going for together. “No, no I do,” she said simply.

“I’m just saying, this is a lot of effort to go through just because you’re horny for the instructor.”

“I am not!” she huffed dramatically, hand to her chest. “Physical fitness is very important, Gigi.”

Gigi just chuckled as she turned to walk into the studio. “Oh, I know you’re looking for some… physicality.”

She pouted as she followed behind her friend, red-faced before the class even began, and took her spot so she had a clear view of the instructor.

Jan was the aerobics instructor straight out of a VHS work-out tape. Her Barbie-blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, she had an athletic, feminine build and a bright, enthusiastic expression.

The energy she brought into a room was immediately palpable. Suddenly, everyone was happy to be there and ready to start exercising. Even though it was eight in the morning.

That really spoke to Nicky’s dedication to the class (namely its leader), as she was far from a morning person. “No one wakes up before ten in France,” she whined when Gigi dragged her to the class the first time.

But perhaps her friend was onto something, and while Nicky stayed in the corner, drowning in her oversized anime t-shirt and sweatpants, she started showing up to every subsequent class with carefully curated outfits. She’d even tried doing makeup before Gigi reminded her she would sweat it all off.

“Wow, full house today! Glad to see so many familiar faces,” Jan chirped brightly and Nicky swore they made eye contact. She clapped her hands together and continued. “Okay, I listened to your music requests, suggest-jans, if you will, and put some of them into the mix. So, let’s get started with the warm-up.”

Upbeat pop music filled the room as Jan led the class in light, easy exercises. “Great job guys! Keep it up, I’m gonna come around and check on your form.”

Nicky’s heart started racing, and she knew it wasn’t from the cardio. She heard sneakers against the sleek wood floor and watched Jan help Gigi out of the corner of her eye. Oh god, she was next.

“Oh, sweetie, your hips are all wonky,” Jan observed, standing behind Nicky and placing her hands on her hips. “You want your spine to be aligned with your shoulders and hips,” she explained, re-positioning her body with her own just close enough. “Are you wearing perfume?”

The question almost didn’t register to Nicky, preoccupied with how nice Jan’s hands felt on her, how she longed to be even closer. But just in time to save face, she answered, “Yes, is it too much?”

“No,” she assured, leaning in just a bit closer to her neck, inhaling gently. “It’s really nice,” she hummed, moving to the next person before Nicky had a chance to reply.

Not that Nicky could have replied, as it felt like her throat had tightened too much for sound to escape if she opened her mouth. Her body froze in the position Jan had left her in, and it wasn’t until the instructor was at the front of the room that she was able to get back into the rhythm.

The thing was, Nicky hated cardio. She relied predominantly on her fast metabolism and dancing to keep her model figure. Whatever exercise she did do was on her own, it was too awkward to do a group. But Jan was charming, captivating, Nicky found herself hanging on every word of encouragement, eyes trained to follow her every moment.

And maybe Gigi had a point and she was incredibly attracted to her on top of that.

By the time class ended, Nicky had decided she had nothing to lose by taking a chance. It’s not like this was her gym - she’d been using Gigi’s guest passes. “I’ll catch up,” she said to her friend.

“I won’t hold my breath,” Gigi retorted, rolling her eyes as she left.

Not that Nicky noticed, as she was trying to saunter to the other end of the studio as casually as she could. “Great class today,” she hummed.

“Thanks,” Jan said, but the friendly smile on her lips didn’t quite match the look in her eyes. “You know, I do one-on-one training too. Gigi said I should mention that.”

Nicky leaned against the wall. “Oh did she? What else did she say, hm?”

“Oh,” she let her hand run along the other woman’s forearm. “I think you know.” She winked.

So, that’s how it was then. Nicky supposed she could deal with her loose-lipped friend later. Instead, she stepped closer, draping her arms around Jan’s neck. “I don’t suppose you could fit in a quick session now, then?”

Jan giggled and looked over her shoulder. “We’ve got an hour before another class comes in, I think we can manage.” She jogged over to lock the door, and when she turned around, Nicky was right behind her with a smirk.

And Nicky didn’t want to waste any time, perhaps still running on the adrenaline from the workout (she really did try). She jumped up, wrapping her legs around Jan’s waist and kissing her deeply. One hand gripped her shoulder while the other pulled the scrunchie from Jan’s hair so she could tangle her fingers through it.

Jan backed her against the wall for support and didn’t hesitate to reciprocate the kiss. She braced her hand against the wall while the other kept a secure grip on Nicky’s waist.

They were both already hot and sweaty, making it a bit more difficult to peel their form-fitting athletic wear off, but it was all the more satisfying when they were free of them.

“Tell me what you want,” Jan breathed out between heated kisses, letting her lips travel along her jaw and down her neck.

“Put me down, I wanna make you feel good,” Nicky directed, her voice soft and a bit breathy. She steadied herself as she was set on the floor and pushed herself to her knees, nudging Jan’s legs apart and kissing up her inner thighs, then teasingly dragging her tongue along her slit.

Jan bit down on her lip, a breathy moan slipping out. She gently raked her fingers through Nicky’s short, blonde hair, knocking the sweatband off in the process.

Nicky instantly fell in love with the sound of her moans and wanted more. She braced her hand on Jan’s thigh as she circled her tongue around her clit. As she lapped and sucked at it, her free hand moved up, working in one finger, then another, thrusting slowly and steadily.

“Fuck, fuck, Nicky…” she moaned out sharply, her eyes squeezed shut and her head tilted back. Her hips rocked slowly, until she was trying to reach her pace, the grip on Nicky’s hair tightening.

The way her body trembled, the high pitch her voice took on when she moaned her name, it drove Nicky absolutely wild. She had to press her thighs together to relieve some of the aching arousal she’d felt from it.

Jan managed to open her eyes long enough to look at the gorgeous sight in front of her. She could even see the other girl’s attempt at controlling her arousal, something she found both cute and very, very hot.

That, and the obvious skill Nicky had made it impossible for her to hold off very long and her hips pushed forward as she rode out her orgasm. But she’d hardly let her come up for air before she was down on her knees as well. She kissed her, then lay down. “Want you to sit on my face.”

There probably wasn’t a request in the world that Nicky would’ve denied from her. She shifted and straddled her, letting out a sharp moan, as well as a slew of French swear words, at the sensation of Jan’s tongue slipping inside.

Jan couldn’t help but smirk to herself, gripping onto her thighs while still letting her ride her face. She had no idea what Nicky was saying half the time, but she would be damned if it wasn’t the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

And Nicky had lost all sense of seductive refinement. She was eager, needy, rocking against her like her life depended on it, enough so that when the orgasm finally hit, she all but collapsed when she was spent.

“Damn,” Jan breathed out, scooping Nicky into her arms until they both calmed down.

“I’ll fucking say.” She chuckled breathlessly. “I need a shower, but uh… I’d love to get your number. You know, should I ever need another session.”

She laughed softly and pecked her lips. “I’ll always have room in my schedule for you.”

[quixotic-writer]

Pretend That You Love Me

Song inspo: Love fool — Postmodern Jukebox

Summary: Natasha has been sent to a Gala on a mission to gather some info on a gang ring. After being noticed alone, she grabs an unsuspecting Q to help her blend and something ignites inside the two of them once their evening is over.

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“I can’t quite see why you’ve decided to send ME in on this undercover mission. Why couldn’t I be one of the security guards? A waiter maybe??” I say in a hushed whisper to my mission director who has me wired up for the evening. “I don’t do fancy crap and I know you and chairman know this. This dress is BUGGING me, these heels are killing my ankles, and I never thought my hair could ever defy gravity like this.” I keep tripping over the cherry red floor length ballgown I had to wear to the event, pulling and adjusting to ensure nothing pops out and fluffing it out to make sure I don’t trip again and I look presentable. As I walk through the halls I begin to struggle walking in the pencil thin heels I was forced to wear. “God I can’t wait for my feet to be on flat ground again. I’m not a fucking barbie.”

“Well, Natasha, you’re the only agent that they probably won’t recognize out on the floor in this environment. Other top agent’s identities have been compromised. Besides, you’re rather unassuming.” Stephen’s voice comes through my earpiece. I roll my eyes and continue to walk through the crowded halls of the extravagant gala.

If i’m going to be on this mission, I may as well have some fun. I stroll to the drink station where elegant wine glasses are filled with bubbling champagne. I stare for a moment at the liquid gold and pick one up, swirl the glass around lightly, and take a well deserved sip. As I swallow I feel the carbonated alcoholic beverage burn my throat a little. Shivers rush through my veins and I feel better already. I just needed to ease up a bit. While I walk through with my drink in tow, I scan each face I pass I get to ensure i’m not having too much of a close encounter with faces from the files for this case. If I get too close or recognized, that’s another identity compromised which will make this case even harder.

“any visual on the targets.” I jump at the sound of Stephen’s voice ringing through my ears. I look down to my clutch purse and grab my phone out beginning to quicken my pace as I continue walking through the event. I hold it up to my ear pretending to be on a call.

“It seems as though you WANT me to run into problems. You can’t just ask me question like that and make me seem like a psycho talking to myself. You say everyone is on high alert that are in the ring, i’m trying to blend as best as I can. Now only give me information of value and stop asking questions knowing that if I answer, it could cause issue with what we have unfolding right now. Think before you speak because if not I will ensure it’s not my ass on a spit roasting and turning over a fire.” I pretend to hang up my phone and look around to the people around me, all of which quickly avert their gaze.

“Harsh.” Is all Stephen had to say in response. Good. Any more out of his mouth and i’d be cooking him for dinner.

I brush myself off and straighten up before going to the ballroom where a whole soirée is going on. Ballroom dancing, people with champagne in hand chatting with voices that filled the room. Everyone had someone to be with and somewhere to be making me feel socially out of place. I walk along to the edge of the dance floor where a stand up table is and just take in the faces of everyone around me.

Half choking on my champagne I spot a whole flock of gang members all cleaned up eyeing everyone out. They’re not good at blending, but they have more noticeable tells that something is afoot. Are they even trying? Their eyes darting about, talking amongst themselves in hushed whispers. I can already tell they’re peeking around for anyone suspicious or out of place. I already know I stick out like a sore thumb but at least I know I can put on a brave face and blend better than they can.

“I see you’ve spotted them too, I didn’t want to alarm you. Play it cool don’t blow your cover.” Thanks for that friendly reminder Stephen I thought to myself as I roll my eyes so hard it felt as though they could have fallen out. I feel myself begin to sweat but I do my best to put on a poker face and pretend like I hadn’t noticed them. The sound of the swing band is almost deafening and with each pluck of the deep tone cello I feel my heart pound out of my chest.

They won’t stop staring at me and I can feel the eye contact begin to burn holes into my skin, but I just continue to look at the dance floor and others at tables around me. I look around to see if I can start a friendly conversation with fellow gala goers to make myself a little less noticeable. There’s a large group standing around talking and laughing together, walking into that will make me stick out more since i’ll mess up their social dynamic. There’s another guy at the table to the right of me, but he’s too focused on his phone and he has a ring on. I don’t feel like getting cussed out by his wife if she’s here. But, I spot a rather handsome man at a table across from me with short slicked back salt and pepper hair and a bit of scruff. No wedding ring and no girl around him, seems single, an older man maybe late 30s. Seems like the more subtle option, should anything go awry he’ll be the one I go to.

“Better move looks like they’re closing in.” Almost as if on cue with my train of thought, I take a glance from the corner of my eye and see them whispering and pointing. They place down their drinks with heads turned in my direction. They’ll be pouncing any moment soon. Way to be subtle boys.

“Shit.” I whisper to myself, just then I make eye contact with the gentleman I was eyeing up. Perfect, now’s my chance. I give him a sultry look and a devilish smile and walk over to him. “Hey there handsome, what are you doing at an event like this.” I drag my hand across his and he looks at me distraught and almost dumbfounded by my sudden appearance and approach.

“Couple’a friends umm dragged me out here uhh. I vaguely know the host, an acquaintance. I didn’t want to be rude so I uuh, thought to pop in for a bit. Don’t believe I’ve met you before. My name is Brian Quinn, but please call me Q.” He says stumbling over his words, I see the men beginning to close the gap between us out of the corner of my eye. No time for formalities and small talk now, I need to make moves before trouble breaks out. I look Q in the eyes and grab his arm and guide him to the dance floor where a cacophony of intertwined bodies swing and sway about to the music. I hold him steady with some distance between us as we begin to be sucked into the middle of the dance floor where our identities are lost.

“Listen i’m in a heap of trouble right now and if you could pretend this is normal that would be greatly appreciated.” I say sternly as I follow the motions of fellow dancers forcing Q to follow in suit nervously.

“Trouble?” He asks with a twinge of fear in his voice. He swallows hard as paranoia begins setting into his skin and his eyes look around for who the danger is.

“Keep up the act and stop looking so nervous and we’ll be safe. You don’t need to know more. Just follow my lead.” I put my mission training from that ballroom dance workshop to good use and begin to match energies with the crowd surrounding us.

“I don’t really dance much, so if I step on some toes here i’m sorry.” His eyes dart to the ground in attempts to watch the movement of my feet and match speed, tempo, and patterns of the dance. He stumbles every couple of counts but makes his best attempts. But soon, halfway through the song he begins picking up the pattern and no longer needs to trace my feet for guidance. His confidence soars as he looks at me a smiles like a child that has just learned how to ride his bike. The space between our bodies close as we become more comfortable and it feels almost natural.

As we continue to waltz about, I continue to look around searching for the faces of danger.

“You’re in the clear for now Nats. But they’re circling the perimeter like vultures. Good recovery, though.” Stephen comes over my earpiece and I almost jump at the sound of his voice, he had been quiet for a while that I almost forgot I was on a mission.

“What’s with the earpiece?” Q says inquisitively. Eyes narrowed in on my ear with the earpiece in it.

“What are you talking about?” I try and dodge a bullet on this one, but it seems as though there’s no escaping the grasp of his observant nature.

“I work with this kind of equipment. Plus you jumped out of your skin even though no one around here has said a word.” He keeps his volume low to not alert others of his discovery. “I also know there’s cameras everywhere. There, there, and there.” His eyes point out each of the cameras we had planted in the room for visual evidence. I feel color flush from my face. Is he working with them? He wasn’t on file though. Is my mission compromised?? My eyes squint at him and I begin creating a distance between us should I have to run.

The song comes to a close and Q’s forehead is noticeably shiny with a thin layer of sweat.

“I’m guessing you haven’t danced like that before?” I say teasing him trying to avoid further questions that could reveal much more.

“I haven’t danced ever, I don’t dance. This is new and nerve wracking especially with a pretty lady like you. I suppose I am ill prepared to swoon a woman on the dance floor. You did a fantastic job taking the lead though.” He gives me a flirtatious raise of an eyebrow and a sly smile. I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Suddenly I felt the harsh grasp of a hand on my right shoulder. No sound comes out of me but my eyes go wide like saucers.

“You’re coming with me.” A deep voice bellows out behind me. I send my elbow rocketing backwards right into the guy’s gut, he wheezes in pain and steps back releasing me to hold his abdomen in pain. I look up to Q who takes a small step back, mouth agape in shock. The crowd around us stops all movement and creates a circle around us watching as everything unfolds.

Q’s face quickly shifts to outrage, walks swiftly past me grabbing the guy by the collar, reeling his arm back for a wind up and socking the guy square in his face. The force of the blow causes Q to release the gang member and he tumbles back holding his eye which is sure to be black in mere minutes. Blood begins to stream from his nose as he seethes in pain.

In that moment I realized and came to the conclusion that this guy isn’t working for them. A wave of relief rushes over me knowing I don’t have to fear him or his intentions. He just punched a guy for me without question.

“Leave her the FUCK alone. Keep your hands to yourself you disgusting CREEP.” Q spits out. Soon enough security is surrounding us. I see a familiar faces of fellow crew members and I feel a hot wave of shame knowing what’ll happen next.

“Nats security guards are clear and safe, they’ll probably kick you out but you’re lucky this guy set this up so you seem like a victim so they won’t be alerting authorities.”

“Shut the fuck up Stephen. didn’t need the extra info.” I whisper so no one could hear. Q turns back around and looks at my shoulders. I almost thought he had heard me, but it seemed like he was inspecting it, then he looked into my eyes. My heart thumps a bit when my eyes met his. “What?” I say chuckling.

“Just making sure you’re not hurt. You aren’t hurt, right?” He says dragging his fingers delicately across my shoulder and tilting his head to check if any marks and bruises were there.

“I’m fine really. That was a pretty hard blow you served.” I place my hand on his and it rests upon my shoulder for a moment. Closure. Security was picking up the guy and guiding him out, he spewed profanities in our direction as he was dragged off. My eyes redirect around me, the others that were thinking of closing in begin to retreat one by one seeing that too much negative attention was brought upon the situation. I sigh in relief, however, still disappointed as I didn’t get any information I was sent to gather.

Security then approaches Q and I.

“Ma’am, sir. As per rules regulated by this evening’s host, i’m going to have to ask you to leave the premise immediately following your actions.” Q’s eyebrows furrow and I can feel his anger ramping up again.

“Why are we needing to leave when that guy had his hands on her? He was a pervert I bet and you’re kicking us out when we were defending ourselves?” His arms flail as he rages on about the encounter we just dealt with.

“Sir. This is your last warning to leave immediately if not further action and force will be taken.” Q doesn’t say much else, just looks to me and I follow him out of the party not wanting to make much more of a scene. As we exit, all eyes are on us and I feel humiliated for getting kicked out of a high profile event. This has never happened to me before in my 2 years of working field work for the agency.

I stand outside next to Q on the entrance steps to the venue overlooking the busy road in front of us.

“How did you do that?” I say breaking our silence.

“Do what?” He said with a light chuckle.

“The cameras. my earpiece. Who do you work for?” I say as my defenses raise a little, still scared that he could be working for forces unbeknownst to me. He holds his hands up in defense mode and his eyebrows raise.

“I work for a TV producer. I do a dumb show with my friends where we use the same equipment. I know it when I see it. I don’t have any James Bond type shit going on I promise you that, although that’d be pretty badass.” I’ll have to do some research on this guy later. His skills are good and almost scary. I let my defenses down again and reflect on the evening we so happened to share together.

“I want to apologize to you, I must have ruined your evening. Thank you for helping me.” I stare at the ground embarrassed that he was so quickly roped into something he has no knowledge of.

“Do not apologize. My mother raised me to do what’s right. He placed his hands on you and I saw the look on your face and it didn’t sit right. I got mad and took things into my hands. Things like this aren’t something where you should just stand by and watch, you need to take action.” He says as he rubs the back of his head. “Besides, I didn’t want to come out to this gala anyway. I just popped in for a moment. Had you not approached me, I would have left sooner.”

A sleek black Tesla pulls up and out steps Stephen, disgust riddled his face and I let out a deep sigh and rub the bridge of my nose between my fore finger and thumb. Of all the people they could send to retrieve me they HAD to send Stephen. That explains why it’s been radio silent on his end.

“I’m guessing that’s your ride?” Q says looking into my eyes stepping to me closer. His body language says nervous, the twiddling of his fingers on his thigh and the way he slowly speaks to ensure all he wanted to say got out properly. When I look in his eyes, they say ‘I want to make a move.’

“It is, sadly. You know Q, you’re a hell of a guy for doing something like that. Takes guts. You made my evening a fantastic one for the brief moment we have known each other. I appreciate it greatly.” I say stepping in closer to him. We were at this point mere inches away from each other and I could feel something there sparking, as though connector cables began to take hold of my heart.

I take one more glance to Stephen and turn back to Q. I’ve got nothing to lose, what is Stephen gonna do about it? Quickly but gently cupping his cheeks in my hands, I bring him in closer and plant my lips on his with eyes fluttering closed. It was then where it felt like lightening had struck my heart and thunder was pouring through my pores. I feel soul ties forming between us and it feels bittersweet because I don’t know if i’ll ever see him again. I pull away and his eyes seem to glisten in wonder as though he feels everything I do.

“jusqu'à ce que nos chemins se croisent à nouveau, my darling.” I graze my hands down his chest and wink. I look to his lips and my lipstick had stained them, I giggle. The corners of his lips curve up and the look in his eyes never go away as I step down and hop into the car. With one final glance to Q, I was off on the road again.

“That was a mistake Nats, and you know it.” Stephen utters out. I cross my arms over my chest and huff.

“Bite me why don’tcha. I can’t have one good thing, huh, Stephen? I bet you’re just jealous I got more action than you ever will.” He shakes his head, eyes narrowed in on the road and we sit in silence.

Meanwhile, back where Q was still standing: He watched as the car took off into the night, heart pounding out of his chest, face hot with emotions he hadn’t felt in so long.

“I didn’t even get her name.”

[x-ximenas]

Love Means Trouble: Chapter 4

Prompt: Hurricane by Halsey, which you can find in this playlist.

Pairing: OC/Nikki Sixx

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, near smut and my terrible grammar and punctuation remember English’s not my first language.

Word Count: 4,712 words

A/N: All I seem to do is apologize, i know, but college is killing me and draining me slowly -read quickly- Med school is heavy, folks. Anyways, finally finished this chapter, hallelujah!  Also, if you liked this bit, I’d love to hear some comments! If you’d like to be added to a taglist for upcoming parts comment, dm me, ask me… just talk to me!

A/N 2: I made a NEW spotify playlist where you can find the songs I mention in the story.

// Prologue // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter //

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“Well, hello Circe…”

Circe's breath hitched as her name was so naturally spelt by Nikki's lips. His face held some smugness to it, he had finally cracked the code he had been waiting so desperately to crack. Her name.

"H-How?" Circe stuttered, shock clearly written on her face.

"Close your mouth, we don't want any flies going into that pretty mouth of yours, babe" Circe's mouth snapped shut after Nikki's comment.

"And... to answer your question, Tommy" as Nikki said that he flopped down on Circe's couch, who hadn't moved from the entryway nor closed the door.

"Fuck" finally, Circe reacted. She slammed the door shut, her eyes rolling at the mere thought of Tommy talking more than he should.

"I'm going to kill that kid one of these days" She muttered to herself, but Nikki heard her loud and clear.

"Well, I gotta say that if I had known that you were Tommy's Circe I would've listened to him more attentively" Nikki said teasingly, but not attempting to lighten Circe's mood.

"Did he also tell you where I live?" she questioned, ignoring his comment entirely as she went through her cabinets in search for her bottle of Jack. She knew it wasn't the best idea after last night's little trip, but she desperately needed the burn of the alcohol to wake her up.

"No, that was Vince, actually" Nikki kept on mocking her distress, enjoying the change in banter.

"I'm going to kill Barbie too then" Circe spoke louder this time, then she opened the bottle of Tequila she found, the large gulp she took made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up straight.

"Circe... hmmm, it fits you" Nikki said to himself after a brief moment of silence, Circe snorted before taking another drink from the bottle.

"And how do you even know it fits me? Hm?" She asked, walking out her small kitchen before sitting on the couch opposite from Nikki. Her eyebrows rested highly on her forehead, inquiry all across her features.

"I just know it does, call it... a sixth sense" Nikki smiled at her, then he took the bottle of tequila from Circe's grasp. Said action made Circe groan out loud and stand up from her place.

"Yeah, whatever. I call bluff on your sixth sense" she dismissed his comment as she took the needle off the record, trying to be as careful as she could to avoid scratching her Bauhaus' vinyl.

Nikki observed her as she gracefully moved around her apartment in search of another vinyl to play. Circe rummaged through the piles of albums, her brain not cooperating with her at the moment. She had no idea what to play and despite how unpleased she was with Nikki being at her place, she still wanted him to like the music meant to fill in the gaps.

After a few seconds of indecisiveness where Circe's brain couldn't choose between Queen's The Game and Siouxsie and the Banshees' Kaleidoscope, she finally settled for Siouxsie. Circe was delicate when placing the needle on the vinyl, she almost looked as if she was holding a breath. Nikki kept on watching her with curious eyes, his interest was rising as he followed her movements. He didn't think she would be into this kind of music, so different from what Mötley played and from what he had caught her dancing to on their last rendez-vous.

Nikki caught Circe smile to herself once the music started. The almost unnerving sound of the instruments added more tension to the atmosphere. And Siouxsie's strangely calm voice gave the atmosphere some edge.

"So, why did you never tell me your name?" Nikki said, speaking above the music without much effort.

"For fun" was Circe's short answer.

Circe looked everywhere but Nikki's direction as she reached for her pack of cigarettes. He, on the other hand, couldn't stop staring at her, clearly tired of the game she was playing. It had been drawn out for far too long, almost half a year to be exact.

"Fun?" he questioned after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, fun" Circe shrugged before lighting her cigarette.

"You had me playing along just because you wanted some fun?" he asked. He was annoyed, but she took joy in that.

"Yeah, exactly. But you can't tell me you didn't have fun as well, can you Nikki?" she answered with a smug smile, finally feeling more in control of the situation at hand. Then, their eyes met.

Nikki's olive-coloured eyes were lit up with a strange mixture of curiosity, surprise and irritation. Said eyes were framed by his dark eyebrows, that had shot up his forehead. Contrarily, Circe's espresso-coloured eyes were filled with mischief.

"It's true, I can't" he answered, leaning back on the couch.

"But it doesn't mean I'm not tired of it"

"Pity, I was enjoying our game. So sad you're getting tired of it" Circe mocked. A fake pout barely covering the growing smirk.

"Might have to get myself someone who can actually play along" she kept on mocking. She took a puff out her cigarette before she grabbed the bottle of tequila, taking a large gulp right after.

"It's not that I can't play along, the problem here is that you're not playing fair" Nikki leaned forward, grabbing Circe's chin between his fingers.

"And you do? Play fair, I mean" Circe's gaze was unwavering as she looked at Nikki, tilting her head to the side.

Circe took Nikki's silence as her answer and such silence made Circe's ego grow a smidge bigger.

She hummed.

"I see. So, what do you propose, Nikki?" Circe said, sitting on the couch and leaning closer to Nikki. Her head was tilted to the side, and her left eyebrow rose in anticipation.

"What do you seek, Circe?" He retorted, avoiding her question.

"Debauchery, destruction..." Circe answered, her tongue quickly running over her teeth, staying a little longer on her sharp canines. Nikki mirrored her expression.

"That's all I ever look for, that's all I'm good at"

"I'm not scared of a little destruction, I embrace it" Nikki stated, equally as intense.

"What are you trying to tell me, Nikki?" Circe decided to play dumb.

"I don't think I need to say anything"

"You don't, but I want you to spell it out for me. Tell me what you want" 

Nikki stood up from his seat, Circe following suit. Her heart was racing, the silence that lingered this time wasn't of her liking. She took notice of how Siouxsie's voice was starting to lower in volume, the side A of the vinyl coming to a swift end.

Nikki approached her with long strides and once he was in front of her, mere inches separating them, he kissed her. Nikkis large and calloused hands cupped the soft skin of Circe's cheek, said touch made Circe melt. His lips were chapped, but Circe didn't really care. She was too focused on the non-spoken answer he was giving her with the rough clash of their lips.

It was heated, and probably not meant to last long, but there they were, fighting over who lead the kiss. Who was meant to follow who? No one was truly sure, they didn't seem to care.

Nikki's left hand moved to rest on the side of her neck, he appeared to recall her reaction last time he placed it there. Circe gasped once his cold fingers made contact with the heated skin of her neck. Nikki took this opportunity to sneak his tongue inside her mouth briefly.

Soon enough, they broke the kiss. Their foreheads touched as they decided to stay in their position, so close they could breathe the same air. Circe's eyes were still shut, her heart lingering on the moment they just shared. Nikki observed her soft features, from her plump and reddened lips to her eyelashes that graced the skin of her cheeks.

"Is that enough of an answer?" He whispered, no trace of sarcasm. Circe then opened her eyes, somehow the few strands of gold in her chocolate eyes looked brighter this time.

"I'm not sure" Circe laughed, it was genuine for once.

Then, they kissed again. This kiss was almost feverish, not as sweet as the last. And their kisses only grew hotter as they became more frequent and closer to one another. Soon enough, they were tugging at each other's clothes, their fingers itching to take them off.

The first thing to be removed was Circe's crop top, followed by Nikki's shirt. Circe started to pull Nikki to her room by the waistband of his loose-fitted jeans, using this as her chance to remove the belt that held them in their place. 

Then, someone knocked on her door. Circe groaned out in annoyance and she felt Nikki smirk over the sensitive skin of her neck, skin he was kissing and biting in search of her soft spot.

"Ignore them" he mumbled.

"I really want to, but if it's Tommy there's no such thing as privacy"

And then, almost in cue, Tommy opened the door. He was carrying a bottle of Jack and a bag of food meant to be shared with her.

"Hey, Ce!" Tommy said gleefully, his brain not registering Nikki's presence.

"H-hey" Circe said back, adjusting the bra strap Nikki had slipped off.

Circe left Nikki in her room, heading back to her living room. On the way there, she picked up her crop top from the floor and put it on. Once she was close to Tommy the smell of hamburgers made hunger settle in her stomach, she hadn't eaten anything in almost 20 hours, maybe less.

"Oh, fuck Tommy, you're a goddamn lifesaver" Circe moaned as she took the wrapped up burger that he was handing her.

"This is to gulp it down" Tommy said, shaking the half-empty bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, thought as much. I don't think Tequila tastes good with burgers, man" Circe answered with a mouthful of food. Tommy laughed, taking a bite out of his burger.

They kept eating in silence, Circe momentarily forgetting that Nikki was in the apartment until he decided to sit on the armrest of the couch Tommy was sitting in.

"Hey, Sixx" Tommy said, his brain stopping for a minute, finally connecting the dots. Circe wasn't wearing a shirt a few minutes ago and Nikki was just sitting there, shirtless.

"Wait a fucking minute? What the fuck is going on?" Tommy asked, clearly wanting an explanation.

"More like, what's not going on" Nikki mumbled, stealing Tommy's burger and taking a bite out of it.

"Oh" was Tommy's short answer, avoiding Circe's intense gaze.

"I guess I'm leaving" Nikki said as he picked up his shirt from the back of the couch Circe was sitting in.

"See you soon, Circe" and with that he walked out the door, not sparing Circe a glance.

As Nikki closed the door, Circe snapped out her thoughts, the sound of the needle scratching the vinyl finally settling in her brain. She stood up quickly, removing the needle quickly as to avoid more damage. She sighed, glad that there were no scratches to be found. Finally, she faced Tommy, who's eyes never parted from her.

"Yes?" She questioned.

"Nothing" Tommy laughed, taking the final bite from his burger.

"Alright"

Silence.

"By the way, fuck you!" Circe suddenly remembered, he had been the one that gave her name away.

"Why?" Tommy defended.

"You told him my name!"

"I- fuck, did I?" Tommy asked himself, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yep" Circe said, popping the p.

"Shit, sorry" Tommy apologised.

"It's whatever, he was going to find out soon enough" she shrugged not wanting to fight Tommy for being Tommy. She flipped the vinyl and placed the needle on it, the starting notes to 'Christine' filling the room.

"So... You finally finished the painting?" Tommy asked before he took a drink out of the bottle of Jack.

"Yeah, it's in the room drying up" Circe motioned towards her art room, the memories of what she had experienced sending chills down her spine.

"Cool!"

Then, silence. This much quiet was rare between Circe and Tommy. Every time they hung out one of them -if not both- would lead the conversation, but Circe could tell that despite Tommy's initial support, Nikki being in her apartment had thrown him off.

Before Circe could dive deeper into her thoughts, Tommy cleared his throat. Action that captured Circe's attention.

"Are you coming tonight?" Tommy asked Circe, referring to Mötley's gig.

"I'm not sure, I have to go pick some stuff up from work. If I don't think it's too much, I'll probably be there" Circe answered with a smile, Tommy smiled to himself.

"You always have too much shit to do, but you always finish in time, dude. Chill" Tommy noted.

"If you want someone to model your shit you know I'm always available" that comment made Circe's smile grow tender.

Tommy might be too much to handle sometimes, but moments like these made Circe remember why she let him stay in her life; why she ended up in front of the Lee's house after running from her's.

"Well, I better go so you have time to do your shit. Call me" Tommy said, hugging her sideways before leaving.

Circe stayed put, half processing Tommy's departure and when she finally did, she stood up from her place. She grabbed both her house keys and car keys from the countertop, heading out her apartment to her workplace. But not before putting her Siouxsie vinyl back in its sleeve.

The ride to work was longer than it should've been. The roar of her engine drowning out the sound of the busy LA streets. Circe had one hand on her stirring wheel, the other hung out the window. When she got the chance to speed up, her fingers danced with the wind to the beat of the songs playing on the radio.

Once she was a block away from the store she worked in Circe decided to park. She took off her radio, hiding it away to avoid getting it stolen -again. After turning off the engine and closing the door behind her, she headed to the back of the car and pulled out a big duffle bag.

"Hey, guys!" Circe said as she walked in, her co-workers mumbling a greeting back to her.

"Took you long enough, Larson" teased Lu from where she stood, her eyes fixed on the clothes she was putting on the mannequin.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. But I'm here, right?" Circe shrugged smiling at Lu.

"Whatever. Show us what you brought us" Lu told Circe, taking the duffle bag from her.

Lu motioned to Sarah -another coworker that Circe actually liked- to come closer. Lu dragged both girls to a table they kept around, opening the bag and dropping all its contents on the plastic surface.

The first thing Sarah picked up was an oversized redshirt. Circe had sewn a much tighter frame to it, making it a tight-fitting dress. But, instead of cutting the excess fabric off, Circe had placed safety pins on both sides; safety pins that she had used to lace the front of the dress, simulating a corset.

Then, Lu pulled a two-piece outfit. It was composed of a red leather top and a pair of high-waisted red leather pants. Not a lot had been done to this particular piece, other than Circe making this a two-piece thing and sewing the pants to be a tighter fit.

The next thing to be put on display was a denim jacket. Circe had spilt some paint on it, so she decided to make something out of it. She splattered various colours of paint on it and after realising she had gone a little over-board with the paint on the bottom half of the jacket she decided to cut it two inches below the breast.

Lu's eyes caught sight of yet another leather piece, this time being a trench coat made out of various pieces of leather tailored to be of a larger fit.

The next few items were quickly examined, Lu nor Sarah showing a lot of interest in those pieces. All girls present were aware of how Circe was always asked to do more casual looks, maybe destined to the boring Valley girls that rummaged LA in search of new outfits. So they never really paid much attention to those clothes.

Finally, Sarah and Lu found themselves holding the last two pieces of clothes. These two pieces were designed similarly, both being bodysuits. One of them was made out of an almost translucent black chiffon, Circe had added some lace embroidery over the breasts and on the sides to make it look less naked but still sexy -also it helped to hide the stitches she had used to give more structure to the bodysuit. And the other was made out of matte black cotton, Circe avoided adding details to this particular piece, she decided instead to give it more structure, simulating a corset or hard bodice.

"Well?" Circe asked after the two girls had finished ruffling through the clothes she had brought.

"These are amazing!" Sarah screeched in excitement.

"Please tell us you made an extra bodysuit for yourself, cause you would look so fucking hot, Larson" Lu, teased Circe.

"The boss is going to be so happy, these are going to sell so quickly!" Lu added happily.

"I hope so, I really like these" Circe said, slightly flustered. She might exude confidence most of the time, but when it came to her work it was the other way around.

"We all do, Ce. People are gonna love these" Sarah reassured.

"Now, these are the clothes they're expecting you to revamp" Lu told Circe, grabbing a black trash bag that had been thrown behind the counter.

Circe took a look inside the bag. It was filled with the usuals, big shirts, jackets, leather, ripped clothes and pieces of random fabric. A few ideas popped in Circe's head, already thinking about what she could do with what she was handed.

"I'll do my best, Lu" Circe said, looking up at the redhead in front of her.

"Now, here's your pay. Go, cause they want these thing done for next week"

"And with how many things they expect me to come back with?" Circe questioned.

"At least 6 new things" Lu told Circe. Sarah patted both girls on the shoulder before she left, approaching a customer.

"Fuck" Circe mumbled.

"Okay, okay I'll try"

"I know you will" Lu reassured Circe.

"Bye"

Circe walked out of the store with an empty duffle bag and a full trash bag, a fact that made a couple of people stare at her strangely. Circe opened the trunk of her car, she threw both things there and then headed to the front seat. She sat down, exhaling with a long sigh. Don't get her wrong, she loved her job, she adored making clothes and getting money out of it but sometimes she just wanted to not care. What made her care? She needs money to pay her bills and she needs money to pay for alcohol and drugs.

The drive back home wasn't much different from the drive to work. The music playing on the radio fell on deaf ears, Circe wasn't really in the mood to pay attention to it until she recognized the starting notes to "Start Me Up" by The Rolling Stones. Then, she turned the volume up, her head moving to the beat and for a moment she forgot all of the shit she had to do.

Circe entered her apartment with a heavy sigh, the trash bag made her arm muscles tense. She threw it by the coffee table, deciding that she would eventually get to it. Then, she sat on her couch facing the mess she didn't care to clean up before heading to the shop.

I'll do it later, she dismissed before she laid down on her couch and fell asleep.

When Circe woke up, it was nighttime. She looked around herself with a fogged-up vision, her eyes roaming the room in search of the clock. Idiot, you won't be able to see shit with the lights turned off, she mentally hit herself over the head before standing up, heading towards the lightswitch by the door. Once she found it, the room was lit up and she finally read the clock: 2:10; how does she manage to sleep this much? A mystery, truth be told.

She huffed out, staring at the pile of clothes she was meant to fix and then her eyes diverted to her room, Tommy's invitation popping up in her head. She might have missed their set, but there was still some time to party.

Circe quickly went through her clothes, pulling out the bodysuit she made for herself and a black bandeau. She took off all her clothes, throwing them to the corner of the room; then, she put on the bandeau, adjusting it to fit her better. Over it, she slipped on the bodysuit and then the high-waisted shorts she'd been wearing earlier that day.

She looked at herself in the mirror she placed on the closet door, she adjusted the turtle neck of the bodysuit and centered the large peek-a-boo that left her chest exposed. Then her hands travelled to her hair, it was messy and uncombed, her usually wavy hair lacked definition; she groaned, realising she had no other option but to put it up in a bun.

Next, she applied eyeliner over her eyes, blending it carefully with her fingers. After that, she brushed her eyebrows and applied her characteristic maroon lipstick. Circe took a last look at herself on the bathroom mirror, a smile tugging at the ends of her mouth. 

Circe walked out of her apartment and as she locked the door a gust of wind sent chills down her spine, she stayed put for a while to enjoy it. Now, she headed to the boy's place not bothering on taking the car, they didn't live that far anyways.

The walk there was short but enjoyable, and once she was closing in on their apartment complex she could hear the music they were playing, as it got louder a heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Nerves?

Circe blurred out the rest of her walk, and before she noticed she was stepping through the open window, most people not sparing her a glance, until...

"CE!" screamed an over-excited Tommy, then he moved people out of his way to get to her. Once they were face to face, he hugged her tightly. A puppy, she tenderly thought to herself.

"Hey T" she said as soon as he put her down, attempting to match his enthusiasm.

"You know where you can find the booze and the drugs, Vince is probably fucking in the bathroom, Mick is sitting at the table and Nikki..." Tommy's rambling was cut short when he realised what was Nikki doing. Circe only rose an eyebrow.

"... Yeah?"

"I don't know, he was right there," he said pointing at a random place.

"You know you're a terrible liar, right?" Circe said with a small smile, it didn't take her long to find Nikki -his hair gave him away- being straddled by some blonde. Tommy stared at her expectingly, but she just shrugged.

"Meh, whatever" was Circe's reassurance to Tommy's none spoken worries.

Tommy, being the lovesick boy he was, expected more of a reaction from Circe's behalf, especially after finding Nikki in her apartment earlier that day. He stared at her as she shrugged heading towards the display of alcohol on the countertop. Tommy felt frustrated, despite his initial awkwardness, he kinda enjoyed the idea of two of his best friends together.

Circe looked around herself, pondering on what to drink to get rid of the idea of Nikki and the blonde bimbo. Screw it, she thought before uncapping the bottle of vodka and pouring the translucent liquid in a cup she found laying around.

"Well, well, well" said Vince as he approached the brunette, making her snort out a laugh.

"Hey, Vinnie" she greeted, squishing his face with her hand.

"Didn't see you drooling over me tonight" he teased after Circe let go of his face.

"Two things: 1) I don't drool over you and 2) I didn't see your set tonight" Circe pointed out with a smile.

"Ah, you love me anyway" he told her, pulling her into a hug.

"Whatever you say, Barbie"

Then, Circe pushed him away, mumbling something along the lines of you're sweaty and you smell like sex, making Vince laugh.

"I see Nikki hasn't approached you tonight"

"Just got here, Vince and he clearly has better things to do"

Vince hummed and bit down a laugh. "Way better"

"Hey!" she hit Vince's arm playfully, "that's mean!"

Vince shook his head but laughed.

"C'mon, let's sit down for a moment" as he said that he held her hand and dragged her to the band's dining table.

"Mick, you know Circe. Circe, you know Mick" was Vince's quick introduction. Both Circe and Mick nodded their head in acknowledgement, she could tell he was a man of few words.

Time passed quickly, and Circe never really engaged in a conversation, she spent most of her time listening to other people's conversations or laughing at the stupid things the boys did to impress the small crowd that had gathered in their apartment. And yes, Nikki never approached her.

Strangely enough, Circe had stayed put for far too long and she was aching to move, her leg bouncing up and down and her fingers drumming random beats on the table. Tired of sitting down and only standing up to refill her cup she headed outside for a quick breather.

"Hey, T!" She yelled over the music, Tommy turned around to look at her, his mouth open and twitched as if he was saying: what?

Circe took two of her fingers and moved them as if she was smoking, making Tommy understand what she was asking. He nodded and threw his cigarettes to her.

Now, she stepped through the window, already pulling out a cigarette for herself, lighting it with the cheap lighter Tommy kept inside the pack. She leaned on the wall by the door, the cigarette barely leaving her lips, dangling in its place as she inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

"Hey, do you have a lighter?" A blonde girl said, breaking her out of her daze.

"Yeah, here let me help you" Circe said, flicking the lighter and getting the flame as close as she could to the girl's cigarette.

"Thanks" the blonde stayed quiet, but not for long. "So, do you know the band? I saw you sitting with them!"

"Something like that"

"Oh, something like that? Are you fucking one of them or something?" the unnamed girl teased, playfully digging her elbow in Circe's ribs.

"Something like that" Circe mumbled, but it looked like her answer never reached the girl's ears.

"I mean, you're like, really hot! I wouldn't blame them, hey! Even I would fuck you, girl" The blond then placed her hand on Circe's shoulder, dragging it up and down as a coy smile reached her lipstick-stained lips.

At that comment Circe's eyebrows rose, a smirk disguised as an innocent smile slowly appeared on her face. Circe then took the girl's hand in her own, tightening her grasp in reassurance, almost as if she said thank you. But as Circe started to close the space between them someone broke the comfortable atmosphere they had settled in.

"Hey I was looking for you" 

Nikki.

"Yeah, just came out for a smoke" the blonde stated. Nikki offered her a hand and led them to the window, letting the girl walk in first and never directing a word to the brunette.

Circe smiled to herself, the smirk was subtle but very much present. She waved at Nikki as he went through the window, his gaze never leaving her as he took everything in. From her stance to her looks, and then, he saw that recognizable glimmer of mischief.

Fuck.

// Next Chapter //

[artificialqueens]

Laws of Motion / Chapter 1 (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon

Summary: “Every object persists in its state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line unless it is compelled to change that state by forces impressed on it.”

A/N: 

Hi. Hello. How are you? Welcome to another crazy idea that came to my mind and have no clue where it’s gonna take us! Wooh! Usually I’m not a big fan of crude smut thrown at you right from the start, yet, here we are haha so, if that’s not your cup of tea, you can just skip that part once you reach it, there’s no other impact on the story other than it happened. Hope you enjoy the ride. Thanks for reading! -Monkey

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Laws of Motion

Chapter 1 - Pink.

The music was loud.

More than hear it, Katya could feel it.

She could feel the waves of sound pulsing all through her body. She could feel her blood running through her veins to the rhythm of the unfamiliar song. Her eyes were closed as her ears filled with the blaring noises of the club, clashing and mixing together. Her arms were up in the air as she allowed her mind to go blank. Her body responded to the movements dictated both by the music and the hands of the stranger holding her hips.

She could feel the man’s fingers digging into her flesh, but she didn’t mind. She could feel his semi-erection against her ass, but she didn’t care. She liked it. She liked the fact that she was utilizing him. Right in that moment, he was nothing but an object to her. He might as well be a wall she was slamming her body against while dancing, he had as much importance. His reaction to the way her body moved was all she was looking for. She liked that power. Taking advantage of that power, of the symbolic grip she had on the guy, she turned around in his arms. Her hips pressed hard against his. She could feel him through her tight skirt. If there hadn’t been clothes between them, they could very easily be fucking already.

She knew that.

He knew that.

His stare told her as much.

That was the only reason why she turned around and walked away. He called after her but she didn’t listen. One of her hands went up in the air, dismissing him completely. He really had nothing else to offer her.

She made her way through the crowd. The dance floor was completely packed and she loved to feel the pressure of hot bodies against her own, even if it was just for a second. The only problem was, it was too hot and she was sweating. She needed a break.

With a little bit of trouble she managed to step away from the moving bodies, and went to find her friends. They were all drinking and dancing in the little private area. That particular booth was permanently reserved for them. That was the type of privilege they got for being regulars at the club. The seats of the small round tables were not always filled, but that night was a special occasion.

“That was quick. Did you fuck him already?” Violet swung her long ponytail from one shoulder to the other. Her dark hair shone with the fluorescent lights blinking behind her.

Katya laughed at her assumptions, her head shaking in disbelief. “You are rotted!” And that was all the attention she dedicated to the matter.

She went around the circle, pretending to give lap dances to those sitting down, and watched them get shit-faced as she sipped from her tall glass of Coke. She felt happy, she felt alive, she felt completed. There were no visible cares in the world. All the people that mattered to her the most were right there, in that stinky booth, having fun and enjoying themselves. If only things could stay like that forever, or at least for a little bit longer, but they couldn’t. Because time waited for no man, nor woman, and life went on, leaving behind whoever wasn’t ready to catch up.

Suddenly, she noticed the bucket in the center getting empty, when it had been filled to the rim with beer bottles not so long ago. Placing her fingers between her lips, she whistled in the direction of the bar.

Her eyes caught a girl sitting alone on one of the stools. Her hair was blonde, flat-ironed, and parted in the middle. It went all the way down to her waist, creating a remarkable contrast against the bright pink dress she was wearing. Her shoulders went up and down at an erratic pace, not really following the beat of the song.

The bartender whistling back took Katya out of her trance. She shook the empty bucket, the remaining ice cubes rattling inside. No other explanation was needed and the bartender sent a waiter her way, to retrieve the bucket to be filled again.

Her eyes were glued to the girl during this entire time. She watched her fingers rapidly tap against her phone, probably sending text messages that she was going to regret in the morning. Her head hung low. She was most likely crying. Her long fingers wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle, and she seemed to down it all in one swing. Katya had to guess it hadn’t been completely full; the girl didn’t look like the type that could drink an entire bottle of beer at once.

A waiter finally approached her, new round of beers in his hand, making her stop her observations. For the time being, she forgot about the girl drinking alone at the bar, and she concentrated her attention on making sure everybody had a drink in their hands.

It wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t miss the chance. She drank the last bit of her soda and made her way through the crowd again.

“Hey, Bob!” Katya approached the bar, the empty glass high in the air. “Oops, sorry. I touched you.” She apologized when she felt her arm bump against the person on the tall stool. The girl simply looked away, hiding her face behind the curtain of straight hair. “Another one, please and thank you.”

Bob took the glass from her hand and reached for a new can of Coca-Cola. “Coming right up!”

The process was simple, but took the bartender enough to give Katya time to analyze the blonde girl. She still wouldn’t look in Katya’s direction, which gave her the freedom to shamelessly scan her up and down. She was cute. Really cute.

Bob finally gave her the long glass back, filled with ice cubes and bubbling soda.

“You are the best.” She flashed her biggest smile his direction. “Put it on my tab, and, please, give Depressed Malibu Barbie over here a double of whatever she’s drinking,” she said as she turned around to leave.

She heard a loud ‘I’m not…’ coming from the girl but Bob quickly cut her off.

“Just take the drink.”

Without looking at them again, Katya made it back to her friends. She stepped on the cushions of the booth, holding on to someone’s shoulder for balance.

“Hi, yes, hello. May I please have your attention, you dirty whores?”

Everyone around her stopped what they were doing. They turned to look at her with amusement on their faces. Nobody knew what to expect, but were perfectly aware that there was not one time that Katya didn’t make them laugh with her speeches.

“Thank you, thank you. As you know, Miss Ginger Minj over here, AKA female Danny DeVito, AKA Tony Soprano, AKA…” She had to stop mid-sentence, laughing hysterically at her own words as everybody else chuckled slightly. “AKA my best friend and partner, decided to abandon us all and get an early retirement.”

She exaggerated a face of disappointment, only as a cover-up for the real sadness that had invaded her for months. Ginger had recently gotten married, and she was the happiest she had been in her entire life. It didn’t surprise anybody when she let them know she was leaving, wanting to dedicate her entire attention to her husband and the new life they were about to start.

“You will be greatly missed,” Katya continued with put-on solemnity. “Luckily, your BO will linger around the halls forever.” There was one more pause as she recovered from her own joke, before she actually turned serious. “Come on, now, raise your glasses and join me in the celebration of the one and only, the multitalented, the incomparable, the often imitated but never duplicated, Ginger Minj! May her smoker’s breath continue to infest every room she ever walks into, may her big juicy ass only grow bigger and juicier, and may that new husband of hers fuck her so hard every night that she can never walk straight again.”

There was a round of laughter as her friends lifted their drinks to her words.

“To Ginger!” She ended loudly, making the people around her to repeat in unison. The words were followed by the sound of bottles and glasses clinking with each other.

She got down and hugged her friend. The smile was still on her face when she turned around in the direction of the bar again. The mysterious girl was looking at her, or at them, probably their toasting had called her attention. Katya wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was intrigued by the girl, hiding behind the heavy layers of makeup that made it impossible to even look at her eyes.

Katya would later learn that her name was Trixie, that her heart had just been broken, and that she tasted sweeter than any other girl that had ever ridden her face. For the time being, she was reduced to a sad woman, drinking alone at the bar, wearing a pink dress and too much makeup.

It was very unusual of Trixie to be doing so, she had to admit as much to herself, but the circumstances called for it. The rough and sudden shift in her perfect little life didn’t seem to have any other solution but to drown it in alcohol.

She had been there before. She had been hurt by a man before, but never like this. This time it felt different. She wasn’t even sure why she had such strong feelings about it. Things had been good, but there was no reason for her to be destroyed about the end of her relationship.

Her finger unlocked the phone, even when it didn’t show any new notifications. She went to the messaging app and opened a specific conversation. It could barely be called that, if she was being honest. Nothing but blue bubbles appeared on her screen, filling up the right hand side of the unilateral discussion. The smiley emoji wearing a cowboy hat, followed by pink hearts and sparkles, at the top of the screen, suddenly made her feel sick.

Drunk texting was never a good idea, she knew as much, she was smart enough to know that. The pressure in her chest, the pain in her soul, and the alcohol running through her veins, gave her enough courage to type yet another message.

Thank you for teaching me what true love ISN’T.

She backspaced the entire thing, deleting the message and starting over.

You just made me realize how much I don’t need you.

That was a lie. She did need him. She did miss him. Or at least she missed how it felt to be loved by someone; but that was a feeling that had been gone for some time now. They had lived miles and miles and hours apart, but they had been able to make it work. She would visit him every other weekend, and he would take a trip down to meet her whenever he was available. Through many phone and FaceTime calls is that they had made it possible to stay together even when being apart. Trixie had to wonder if that was the reason why they lasted so long, because they didn’t really see each other. If she had to put together all the days they actually spent together in the course of so many years, they wouldn’t sum up to more than a few months.

With a heavy sigh, she pushed the button to lock her phone again.

No message was sent.

She looked around instead, noticing for the first time how loud the music was. She had been immersed in her own pathetic little world that she had taken no regard on the people partying behind her.

The spinning of the stool was enough to make her dizzy, she decided to sit still, like she had been doing the whole night, and asked for another beer.

The tall man behind the counter, Bob, looked at her with a side grin. “Girl, don’t get me wrong. I’m from New York. I’m all about getting plastered and then riding the train home at the same time that people are going to work.” He laughed at his own words, taking the empty bottle from her hand. “Are you sure about that drink?”

“Oh, my God! I’m so glad you asked!” Trixie’s sarcasm was not missed by the bartender who laughed wholeheartedly. “Yes, I’m sure about that fucking drink.”

The beer was placed in front of her, then a bottle of water landed right next to it. “Meet me halfway?” The guy asked with the same shit-eatting grin.

Trixie rolled her eyes, but took the cap off of the water bottle anyways. “I’d really appreciate it if you stayed away from my business. Thank you.”

He lifted his hands in surrender and moved along to serve other customers. No other words were said. For a moment, Trixie was sad the interaction was over. She had finally been given a distraction from her own destructive thoughts and she had pushed it away. All she could do now was watch the bald man as he laughed and handed out glasses filled with liquor. Trixie wondered if he was giving them a hard time as well, if he was always protective of his customers or if he had felt pity for her. She was drinking alone, and visibly crying, after all.

That had to stop immediately.

She drank the entire water bottle at once, not really realizing how much her body needed it until the first drops touched her tongue, and stood up. With the phone in her hand, she made her way to the bathroom. Walking was a struggle, and her high heels were not helping. Maybe she was, indeed, drunk.

She entered the last stall of the row. Her body felt heavy as she sat on the toilet. Her elbows landed on her knees and she let her head drop to her hands.

As Trixie was receiving the epiphany that she needed while peeing, on the other side of the club Katya felt claustrophobic. There were too many people in the small space with the extremely low roof. The room felt hot and air was not circulating enough. Ironically, she knew that the thing she needed to be able to breathe at peace again was a cigarette.

She stepped outside and the warm breeze hit her face. It was as much as she could ask for a LA night and she took it gladly. Up until that moment she hadn’t realized just how sweaty she was. The belt around her waist was too tight, making it even harder for her to breathe normally. She liked her top, and was grateful for picking something see-through. It allowed air to flow and her tattoos to show, but the feeling of mech against her arms and torso was itchy. She could feel every piece of clothing sticking to her skin. It wasn’t a nice feeling but it was one that she was rather used to.

The calming effects of the nicotine worked wonders right away. She could feel her lungs expanding as they filled with smoke. Her thoughts immediately stopped racing and a sense of utter peace enveloped her whole.

She kicked pebbles with the tip of her shoe. One arm was wrapped around her waist, the other one finding support on it to place the cigarette to her lips. Everything around her was quiet. And she liked it that way. She could see the cars driving on the street, their lights bright enough to reach her all the way at the end of the alley.

Her peaceful moment was disrupted by the back door of the club opening roughly. The girl from the bar walked out, her steps stomping hard against the pavement as she walked with alcohol induced confidence.

“That’s right,” she said to the phone glued to her ear. “I am walking to the dumpster right now. I am taking the key out of my purse,” she narrated her every move. “If you don’t say anything right now I will throw it in there, and you will never see me again.” There was a pause, which clearly didn’t give her the answer that she was looking for. “Fine. It’s done. Bye, see you never,” she assured as the small piece of metal landed on trash bags with a small thud. “I guess you don’t love me after all.”

Forcefully, she pressed the red button to end the phone call. She turned around and spotted Katya for the first time.

“Ex-boyfriend?” Katya asked, respectfully blowing smoke in the opposite direction.

Trixie nodded her head. “Ex-boyfriend’s voicemail, to be exact.”

Katya smiled, throwing the butt of the cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. “You are too hot for him anyways.”

Her eyes grew wide open in surprise. “How do you know that? You don’t know him, or me.”

“But I have eyes, and I can see you are hot, Barbie doll.”

“Trixie, my name is Trixie.”

“Nice to meet you, Trixie. Say, do you feel like dancing the depression away?”

The girl extended her hand and Trixie took it, allowing the total stranger to pull her back inside. She didn’t realize, but Trixie never got the girl’s name. It didn’t seem to matter then, not when their bodies grinded together and the music did all the talking. The name was going to be a big deal in a few hours, though, when Trixie’s orgasm was going to rip her to pieces and she was not going to know which name to scream in delight. Right that instant, however, it was irrelevant.

Trixie allowed Katya to press her body against hers, to let the song that was playing loudly from the speakers to provide the necessary words to fill up the space around them. It felt good. It felt nice to have soft skin brushing against her own. It felt electrifying when nails dug on her flesh. It felt hot when the perfectly round ass rubbed against her crotch.

Hot.

It was hot, both the room and their dance. Katya was a complete mystery and an enigma. She would whisper silly nothings into her ear, making Trixie laugh with joy, and, at the same time, use her body to set Trixie’s on fire. She had never felt like this before, so free, so careless, so turned on. Trixie knew her heart was still torn into a million pieces, but the thin girl exploring her body with her hands, was melting her in such a way that the broken parts seemed to glue themselves back together.

Everything around her was spinning, and Trixie didn’t seem to find another anchor that it wasn’t Katya’s body crashing against her own. She became the gravity center that she needed. And the pull was so strong that Trixie couldn’t help it when she suddenly found herself pressing her lips against the other woman’s. This was something completely new to her, but the feeling was so amazing that she didn’t want to deprive herself from it.

Katya smiled for a moment, moving her lips to Trixie’s ear. “You are drunk, bitch.”

The new position only allowed Trixie to plant a kiss on Katya’s neck, never stopping the swaying of their bodies. “So are you, so what’s the problem?” she said against her skin. She simply couldn’t stop herself. She wanted– she needed more of her. “Wanna get out of here?”

Katya pushed her away, just enough to look her in the eye. “Are you sure? You may regret this in the morning.”

“Are you really that bad in bed?”

Both looked at each other for a moment, before erupting in uncontrollable laughter. Katya was the first one to recover her voice. “I’ll grab my stuff.”

“I’ll get us an Uber.”

The car drive was made in silence. Katya had enough conscience to leave some space between them in the backseat. Trixie had been drinking, a lot. Katya wanted to give her that time to sober up and think if that was really what she wanted. Trixie seemed to be doing just that. Katya observed her from the far end of the seat, kept a close eye in the way she looked out the window, the city lights making the glitters on her face shine bright. It was a beautiful sight of a beautiful girl.

Trixie was completely aware of Katya’s eyes on her. She liked that feeling. Something in the bottom of her stomach had been set on fire, and the heat spread all the way down to her most private area, making her throb with desire she had never felt before. It was new and interesting and she couldn’t wait to explore the feeling some more.

She turned around abruptly, expecting Katya to look away and pretend she wasn’t watching her, but she didn’t.

“Are you one hundred percent sure you wanna do this?”

If there was any trace of doubt in Trixie’s mind, the sincerity in Katya’s eyes made it fly out the window. “Are you kidding me? Yes, of course I am.”

They both held their stares for a moment too long until Trixie extended her hand, taking Katya’s and interwinding their fingers. Still holding hands, they walked inside the apartment building. It wasn’t until they were inside the elevator that Katya even tried to make a move.

Still holding hands, they walked inside the apartment building. It wasn’t until they were inside the elevator that Katya even tried to make a move.

“Come here, Mamma.”

Trixie did as she was told. With a side smile on her face, she moved to stand right in front of Katya, towering her. Each of her hands flanked Katya’s head as she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against hers. It wasn’t a kiss, not really, it was a tentative move, almost as if they were testing the feeling under these new circumstances. There was no loud music or sweaty people dancing around them. There was nobody but them in that small metallic box, space that kept feeling smaller and smaller the longer they kissed. Because the elevator was not big enough to contain the immense waves of desire that washed over them like tsunami tides.

The door slid open with a ding, revealing their own image reflecting on the mirror across from them. They looked a hot mess. Katya stared at herself, at the mascara creating dark circles under her eyes, where it mixed with the liner that had already ran. Her hair was gone beyond the point of no return.

If she had gotten into this state, just by dancing, she couldn’t imagine how she was going to look like walking out of that apartment, all fucked out by the real size Barbie doll dragging her through the narrow hallway.

They stopped by the door with the letter F on the front. Trixie pulled her closer, her lips once again meeting Katya’s as her hand fished the key in her purse. Doing both things at the same time proved to be too difficult for her, but she didn’t stop either. She allowed her mouth to continue devouring Katya’s as she pushed the key into the knob. Her tongue was running against each of Katya’s teeth when the front door closed with a bang.

“You need to take off your shoes,” Trixie informed her between kisses. She turned around and found stability on the wall in front of her, trying to kick off her high heels.

That was when she felt Katya’s hands on her ass. “I think you need to take off your panties.”

What happened next, Trixie felt in slow motion. Her eyes closed when her dress had been moved up. Katya’s finger hooked on the sides of her underwear and she pulled it down her legs. Trixie’s hands were planted on the wall, holding on for dear life, when she first felt Katya’s tongue against her center. Her legs spread by themselves, giving Katya more access. Her back arched, as she forcefully pushed herself against Katya’s mouth. She pressed her front hard against the wall, just because her upper half needed some attention as well.

Nobody had ever eaten her out like that.

Nobody had made her legs feel like rubber with simple touches like that.

Nobody had brought her so near an orgasm within the first few seconds like that.

She could have been softly moaning, she could have been screaming loudly, she didn’t care. Except that, when a particularly loud moan escaped her lips, suddenly something came to mind.

“Oh, my God. Kim!”

Katya smiled against her thigh, kissing it softly, and speaking against her skin. “Oh, so you wanna role play?”

“No, you stupid.” Trixie stood up straight, reluctantly moving away from her spot, away from Katya’s hot lips. “Kim is my roommate. I don’t know if she’s ho–” She couldn’t even finish her sentence when she fully looked at Katya, kneeled down right next to the front door, mouth and chin wet, both with saliva and what Trixie could only imagine was her own arousal. She bit her lower lip, her want increasing by the second. “You are so hot.”

Katya took Trixie’s extended hand and allowed her to pull her up. Katya let her take the lead as Trixie kissed her roughly one more time, forcing her to walk backwards and guiding her towards the bedroom. Their lips never parted until they reached the last door at the end of the small apartment.

Trixie walked inside and turned on the light on the bedside table. Suddenly they were surrounded by nothing but pink. The shade on the lamp was bright pink, bright enough to almost drown the different shades of the same color around the room. The pillows, the sheets, the comforter, and even the picture frames on the wall, were all pink.

Her observations stopped once Trixie entered her space again. “I want you so bad,” she whispered so low it barely reached Katya’s ear. But she heard it, and she took the invitation happily.

She reached down and took a hold of the hem of Trixie’s dress, pulling it up and above her head. With deft fingers she found the hooks of her bra and Trixie put her arms down so it could slide off of her. There she stood, one of the most amazingly beautiful girls she had ever seen before in all her naked glory. Her breasts were full, and her small waist provided the perfect contrast for her fleshy hips. She pushed Trixie on the bed, making her land softly against the mattress.

Without even thinking about it, she knelt down between her opened legs again. She could tell Trixie was not expecting to have sex that night, which turned Katya on even more. She ran her fingers through the slightly uneven pubic hair until she found her entrance. The first finger entered with ease, making Trixie’s hips buckle up to the touch. Katya moved it around in circles, preparing the girl for the second one, which she took without a problem. When the third finger found its rightful place inside of Trixie, Katya made sure her mouth paid attention to the delicate bundle of nerves as well.

Katya fucked her with her fingers and her mouth for what felt like an eternity. The scream-like moans falling out of Trixie’s lips were enough to make her feel close to the edge herself.

Just when she felt Trixie’s walls clenching around her fingers, everything stopped. Trixie pushed herself up, propping herself on her elbows. “Can I sit on your face?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Katya replied with a smile.

She stood up, removing her belt in the way. Her top found the floor right after, and Trixie helped her unzip her skirt and toss it to the side.

It was now her turn to lay her back on the mattress. Trixie’s thighs flanked her head and she couldn’t wait to have her again. She stretched her neck and gave her a quick lick. Trixie giggled and held onto the headboard, asking her to wait until she was ready. Katya couldn’t. She reached up and caressed Trixie’s breasts as her tongue entered her over and over. The mixture of sensations had Trixie reaching her orgasm almost immediately. Trixie’s legs gave out and she literally sat on Katya’s face, her thighs sending her to a blissful state of suffocation. Even that wasn’t enough to stop Katya, she continued licking her, sending electroshocks through her already sensitive body.

“I want to taste you,” Trixie said after a few seconds, her body was still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm.

Katya didn’t protest. She saw how the girl started a trail of kisses down her body, dedicating extra time to her breasts. Nobody had to tell her, Katya knew Trixie had never been with another woman before, she could tell by the way she bit on her nipples, the way she unskillfully sucked on them. That was the reason why she paid close attention when Trixie’s face got lost between her legs. She wanted to see her reaction, which was just how she expected.

“You know, you don’t have to do it if you don’t like it,” Katya said with a reassuring smile.

Trixie’s face relaxed from its contorted state. “No, I do want to.”

No other word was spoken. Katya closed her eyes to the feeling of wet tongue and hot lips. Turned out the girl was pretty good at it. Her tongue went up and down and around, in patterns of a few seconds that already had Katya losing her mind. Her hands took a hold of Trixie’s hair, trying to find anything that could ground her to her Earthly surroundings. She truly felt as if she could touch the sky in that mere instant. It only took one hard suck from Trixie on her most sensitive spot to have Katya screaming out her name. Her hands pressing Trixie’s face against her core so she wouldn’t move from her spot.

As soon as she relaxed, Trixie moved up to lie down next to her. She wrapped an arm and a leg around her, and Katya had no energy to move her away.

“Will you stay the night?” Trixie asked, kissing her shoulder. Her eyes already closed from exhaustion.

Katya didn’t reply, because she couldn’t. She couldn’t stay the night. She waited until Trixie fell asleep to extract herself from her embrace. Katya found her clothes scattered around the floor and turned off the small lamp. Walking out of the room, she got dressed by the front entrance. When she put on her shoes, she spotted the pink thong she had rolled down Trixie’s legs and picked it up. She stuffed it in the pocket of her jacket as she exited the apartment, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could.

End notes:

Thank you so much for reading, and giving this crazy story a chance. You seriously have no idea all things I have planned for you. Expect the unexpected. As always, would love to hear what you think.