#thank you for telling me ab this AU it goes insane

[crismakesstuff]

another comm made for @tv1xx !! ₍⸍⸌̣ʷ̣̫⸍̣⸌₎ <3

college au nolan and debbie my beloveds,,,

gonna make an alt of this with canon nolan/debbie bc I’m insane about them

[gooeyringtown]

cowboy barbie au headcanons

shoutout to @snowangeldotmp3 for building this wonderful imaginary world and being absolutely feral with me for cowboy barbie

+ a special thanks to @kjarlmarx for listening to me blab on and on <33

happy valentine’s day!! ☺️enjoy xo

barbie is from a super small town & her family owns a ranch that she’s set to inherit

she grows up and starts working as a farmhand

her best friends are ken & emma

ken works alongside her, mainly in training and caring for the horses (duh) whereas emma works as a tattoo artist at a parlor in town, though occasionally she does help barbie on weekends with some harvesting or repairs/construction if an extra hand is needed

gloria would be from the city definitely. like queens or something; city girl and very artsy and grounded

she’s introduced because emma tries a semester of art school in new york before deciding it isn’t for her, and it’s through one of her classes that she meets gloria

she invites gloria to her hometown for a couple of weeks in the summer

gloria is immediately smitten with barbie

barbie is INSANELY charming and attractive

she’s tall (5’10 is her canon height in my head in every universe, idc idc), strong, lean, tan, with the softest skin and prettiest hair and eyes

she speaks confidently and her smile is dazzling and swoon-worthy and her voice has this little drawl in it and it all makes her SUCH a heartthrob

not to mention the fact that she’s so polite and such a gentlewoman, doing things like always holding/opening the door, helping to carry others’ groceries (especially the town elders), saying good morning/afternoon/evening to anyone passing by while she walks (and if she’s wearing her cowboy hat, she does that thing where she takes it off or tips it, out of courtesy)

she offers her hand to hold while going down the steps or anything steep around the ranch, as well as pulling the chair out for gloria at dinner, whether it be at barbie’s house or emma’s or ken’s or some restaurant or diner

^ these two things she seems to only do with gloria, though, which has ken and emma definitely giving each other the side eye

the town’s kids adore barbie, and she’s amazing with them. she carries around little stickers or stamps or cool rocks she finds to hand to them, depending on what she knows they collect

also barbie has rock hard abs that gloria literally wants to drool over

barbie calling gloria “city girl” and “little lady”

always in that teasing way, with her accent and that damn smile

emma learning about stick and pokes in art school, which she thinks are so cool because you don’t need much for them and she can totally do them

barbie letting emma practice on her

barbie having a couple of scattered stick and pokes on the muscles of her thighs, as a result of this

barbie, ken, emma and gloria as well as a couple of other friends from town having game nights where they play card games like poker, blackjack, texas hold em, etc.

gloria not understanding at all (real)

barbie teaching her

them sharing a seat and sitting reallyyyyy close + sharing cards so barbie can explain as they go

everyone being like 👀

barbie also teaching gloria how to ride a horse

gloria having her artistic talent recognized and townshop owners commissioning her to paint murals on the side of their buildings

barbie always being in absolute awe of gloria and her work, but even more so when she sees the first mural gloria completes

barbie asking for her parents’ help in preparing gloria’s favorite as a celebratory dinner and also buying gloria a plush of her favorite animal, a card with all their friends’ signatures, a bunch of gloria’s favorite candy/snacks, balloons, a handpicked bouquet from the garden, oh boy it just goes on

gloria’s heart literally skipping like 5 beats at all the effort barbie put in, as well as the fact that barbie gives her the biggest hug and sweeps her off her feet while telling her how proud she is of her, with the biggest smile on her face and her eyes so bright and sparkly and glossy and ohmygoddddd

barbie definitely being a beer or whisky girl

like beer at home but whisky when they go out to the town’s pool hall

gloria being really good at pool and barbie being like hell yeah that’s my city girl!!!

the townspeople referring to barbie as “your cowboy” when speaking to gloria

gloria blushing hard asf and being like “oh no, we’re not—”

barbie butting in at that exact moment from across the pool hall like “gloria look!!” while doing some stupid stunt with ken, all in the name of impressing gloria

(that one was a liv specialty hehe @snowangeldotmp3 !!)

barbie loving the farm animals more than anything and always finding the time to care for them

gloria noticing this and thinking it’s the cutest thing

gloria also noticing a large scar barbie has, running from the line of her abdomen around her side; she doesn’t bring it up though

they dance around each other for the longest time omggg, mainly because gloria thinks barbie is so irresistibly charismatic and appealing that she has tons of people lining up for a chance with her, and gloria has no shot

meanwhile barbie thinks gloria is the most talented and wonderful person she’s ever met, but she believes gloria’s ambitions and how far she will go in life is way bigger and greater than what barbie could offer her right now

they’re so stupid

they never say it out loud (how into each other they are) but at the same time they never pursue anyone else and they do things that are unmistakably more than just friendly

plus everyone can see their chemistry and attraction & it’s so obvious

barbie probably having a record collection she’s really proud of and wanting to show them to gloria

barbie being a fumbling nervous mess scrambling to toss things aside and tidy up as gloria walks into her bedroom for the first time

barbie being like “s-sorry about the mess!” and wiping her hands on her denim jeans awkwardly. saying some endearing thing like “i’m not used to having girls in here… especially such pretty ones.”

gloria, at that exact moment, spotting a vintage playboy magazine on barbie’s bed sdjsksmd

her picking it up and holding it up to barbie being like “you sure about that?”

barbie going bright red, the most gloria has ever seen on a person, before she snatches it away and shoves it under her bed

(with the rest of her stash LMAO)

barbie eventually telling gloria the story of her scar, which is that when she was young, a lot of the older kids/boys had these amateur gangs and rivalries and all that, where barbie unwittingly got mixed up in some brawl and ended up getting stabbed

she spent a lot of time at home while she recovered, and it was there that she discovered her love for working on the farm, particularly with the animals, who gave her a sense of peace and happiness while she was in a lot of pain

barbie telling this story while she and gloria are laying on some blankets in the back of barbie’s truck, stargazing

their song is “rhythm & blues” by the head and the heart, btw

gloria having her head on barbie’s chest, barbie’s arm around her

barbie in some overalls with no shirt underneath because it’s too hot, making it easy for gloria to slip her hand beneath the denim and trace her fingers across the scar

she also kisses barbie’s cheek and whispers how sorry she is, how strong barbie is and how much she admires it

barbie shivering at the touch and feeling so heard and seen and cared for and loved, her heart racing

they definitely end up realizing how dumb and blind they’re being, and go on their first date not long after that

barbie “dressing up” for it, in her jeans and boots for special occasions, with a sweater and her nicest belt

her leaning her arm against the wall gloria is standing in front of, being like “i clean up pretty nice, don’t you think?” with a little wink and her cheeky smile

gloria rolling her eyes slightly but definitely blushing, swooning, giggling, falling head over heels

gloria wearing an outfit she thought was nice yet casual enough, a long denim skirt with a pretty, thin sweater tucked into it (a look that emma helped style)

barbie being like those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to giant hearts and pop out of their heads and their jaws drop

she’s just a gay mess all the time around gloria tbh

their first date being so so sweet and fun and wholesome and barbie walking gloria to her door (emma’s door, because that’s where gloria is staying) and kissing her cheek and bidding her a good night

she is wearing her cowboy hat (she had only been doing so in her truck, but forgot to take it off this time as she got out)

gloria teasing barbie with “by the way, yes. you do clean up nicely”

barbie smirking “why thank you.” and tipping her hat before saying “i have to start practicing, so this is good.”

gloria tilting her head like “practicing? for what?”

barbie holding gloria’s hands and answering “for when i’m in new york, visiting you.”

it’s the sweetest whisper and she looks so hopeful

gloria reaches out to take the cowboy hat off barbie’s head, and she puts it on her own instead

she’s smiling. “yeah, i guess you do.”

and she hugs around barbie’s neck and kisses her

i adore them so muchhhh 😭 cowboy barbie you are such a loverboy and YOU ARE SO REALLLL

i will say i missed sasha since she wasn’t in this one since they are young but my consolation is that she ends up being their bio child in the future <3

hope you liked!! 🩷🩷

[hotmessmaxpress]

Firstly, your writing is a gift from god.

Secondly, I am begging you for a Vale POV of Marc in the yellow shorts (OF au)!

I mean, firstly, he is a possessive mf and seeing that definitely gave him a heart attack, but secondly he couldn't really have known that Marc was a big fan, right?

Like yeah, Marc knew him/his tattoo, but like he's Valentino Rossi, if Marc is into motorbikes, he knows Vale, it doesn't mean he likes him. And he might have only showed up at that GP because of the situation or because he's a MotorGP fan. But the SHORTS?! Like damn, that boy loves you.

This is, dare I say, not good. But! It is words! It's words that I put together! It's something!

Thank you for sending in a prompt and for your support 🤍 I'm really hoping to get back in a better writing headspace soon! Until then, I hope this is okay.

Rosquez OnlyFans au, interlude: Vale's perspective of the Tiny Shorts

Vale is frustrated, nearly vibrating with pent-up energy despite winning the race over the weekend. He’s desperate for something to take the edge off, but nothing feels quite like what he had with Marc. 

He tries running, hoping to tire himself out enough to make his mind stop racing. When that doesn’t work he goes cycling, but he can’t stand to be on Tavullia roads without an engine between his legs. He goes to the ranch and putters around, lubing bike chains and checking oil and air filters. He can only check the tire pressure of so many tires though, before he feels like he’s going insane and he goes home.  

He finds Marc’s DM as he’s oscillating between laying on the couch and feeling restless, walking around the house and feeling restless, and walking around outside and feeling restless. 

It’s long: a wall of angry, betrayed text that feels like a knife to the gut. Vale knew that Marc wouldn’t exactly be happy about being blocked, especially considering the amount of financial support Vale provided, but he hadn’t expected it to take an emotional toll on the young creator. 

You didn’t have to kick me out of the paddock. 

Vale doesn’t know what he’s talking about, but with a sinking feeling he texts Uccio. He knows that Uccio is just being protective of him, but it’s frustrating to think that Marc could have been in the paddock, so close to seeing Vale, but apparently removed. 

Vale and Uccio argue and Vale follows Marc on Instagram. He tells himself it’s out of spite, but then he spends the next several hours looking through Marc’s substantial number of posts. Marc’s instagram is much different than his OnlyFans, for obvious reasons. He still posts a lot of pictures of his collection of bikes (something that Vale’s cock takes interest in), but he also includes photos of his home and his dogs. It’s surprisingly domestic, and Vale finds himself unexpectedly invested in Marc’s home life. 

The next post from Marc is… hot. He’s working out, sweaty and shirtless. Vale watches it more than once, taking in all the lines of Marc’s body. He’s seen them all before; he’s seen his abs flex as he rides a cock. He’s seen his strong thighs bounce him up and down. It feels like there’s no part of Marc that Vale hasn’t seen, but there’s something about seeing Marc like this that really does it for Vale. 

The posts continue, with Marc in various states of undress and various levels of sweatiness. Vale turns on post notifications and becomes bolder about liking Marc’s posts, not at all mindful of how quickly he likes them. He jerks off to some of the posts, feeling a little guilty about it, but he can’t help it. He’s caught in a limbo between not wanting to piss Uccio off (and possibly damage his reputation if someone were to notice his social media activity) and wanting to claim Marc’s attention for himself once again. 

One day Marc posts a workout video. It’s similar to the others, but Vale realizes immediately that the shorts Marc is wearing are his shade of neon yellow. They’re tiny, so tiny that Vale is surprised Instagram hasn’t flagged it as porn. 

Vale likes it immediately, and then as his mind spirals he opens his own merch website. The shorts are nowhere to be found, which means that Marc hasn’t bought them recently. 

Which means he must have already had them. 

The bikes, the recognition of the tattoo… Vale selfishly wonders how big of a fan Marc really is. He wonders if Marc found him sexy before they began their OnlyFans repartee. When did Marc buy those shorts? What has he worn them for?

Vale is hard, painfully. He pulls his own cock out unceremoniously, watching the video on loop while he fantasizes. He pictures Marc shirtless, with only the tiny shorts on, rubbing his cock through them. The shorts are tight enough that Vale knows he’d be able to see every vein, every detail of Marcs’ hard cock. He imagines Marc coming in them, soaking the front of them. Vale wants to press his face to the front of them and lick. He wants to taste Marc’s cum through the fabric of the merch that bears his name like a brand on the ass of them. 

He takes a shower when he’s done jerking off to Marc’s video and the embarrassment has passed. On impulse, he sends a message: I’m sorry you were removed from the paddock. He has no idea if Marc will want to speak to him, but it’s clear to Vale that he’s not going to be able to stay away. There’s just something about Marc that draws Vale to him. There’s no way Vale can go the rest of his life without Marc. He has to see this through.

[jennicatzies]

holy shit i absolutely adore your au!!! can other characters ever break from their scripts or will ham and burr suffer alone together?

HELLO I APOLOGIZE FOR THE ROYALLY LATE RESPONSE,,,

Thank you SO much, this au makes me insane 🙏🙏 glad to know other people are interested haha!!!

Alright discussing the question . Unfortunately, Burr and Hamilton r the only AWARE aware ones. Sad times. howEVER there are SOME characters who are a tiiiiny bit aware or at least has cracked a little bit Once. But that's about it. Next run their memories r wiped and they start from 00:00:00 again.

I thiiiink I remember talking ab Jefferson and his faulty script wiring? I'll dive more into it again here tho haha. Yapping about other characters with a drop of awareness under the cut

The main guys we already know are Hamilton, Burr, Seabury and Bullet [ even though SeaBullet are on the side of the stage ]

But what about. Other characters.

Okay I wanna talk ab my favorite scenario/minor ish plot point ever

Southern mf democratic republicans. STAY WITH ME I'LL ELABORATE

OKAY they're. INFURIATINGly funny. Conceptually. Though not as severely as Burr, they have caught glimpses of stage elements or even the audience at some points, though that's about it and their memories get wiped at the end of each show.

Jefferson's handling/POV: okay uh. You know those lil bits in the musical where he "interacts" with the audience/people off stage. Aka blowing a kiss to the audience in What'd I Miss and handing someone off stage a copy of the Reynolds Pamphlet. Canonized. Ish. These could easily be translated into in universe terms by his script wiring, but sometimes he just. Sees the audience. Ultimately he doesn't give a damn. He's having too much fun to worry about it.

Burr has tried to like, get information out of him about this, but hey since he doesn't know what in the world Burr is tweakinh out about he just goes like, "mann I think you just need sleep. Or water. Or water and sleep. Or you're insane. Good luck" and skips on his way ODHRJJEOR

Madison's handling/POV: Madison time yayy. Sickly. Sickly guy. He's also caught lil glimpses of the audience or stage elements seeping into his scripted vision, but also ultimately doesn't think much further about them. Since he's. Quite aware that hes Sickly he kinda just goes "damn guess we got Mental illnesses now. Fml" and moves along

Burr's also tried to talk to Madison about it, but he insists that he himself is just really tired or Sick.

Unless it's the very off chance of jeff and mads' "error" syncing up, they never really like, acknowledged this that much. Maybe the occasional "hey what's that" "what's what" "nvm I'm just sleepy" but that's pretty much it. The part already broken doesn't develop with each run rkjeorkerk they just kinda get The Visions occasionally and shrug

No illustrations for this but! Washington! My friend and I kinda cooked something with this, but the drabble's theirs n' I don't wanna share w/o their knowledge hfhdjfjd

Not really a loop aware or stage aware thing but. His mind. The way he thinks. Happened in like ONE run and that's. That's all the crumbs we get for Washington. Sorry :(

For Washington, it was during the Meet Me Inside number. He just notices that Hamilton's line delivery isn't as... angry as expected. And so he's like... oh. Oh shit. Wait what.

He still!!! Feels angry!!! Because he's scripted to!!! But he doesn't want to be angry anymore!! But he is!!!! Internal conflict!!!! It confused him because his brain is telling him to be mad because Hamilton upset him. But he. He doesn't want to be upset in that moment. Oh well. Fuck

There MIGHTTT be more crumbs for other characters but. It's the middle of the night and this is all I can rack from my brain. Ask about the state of some character and if you're lucky you Might get crumbs

[hyuniebaby]

Red

Pairings: Baekhyun x Y/N

AU: CEO!Baekhyun

Genre: smut

Warnings: choking, uhh photography??

A/N: Baekhyun’s magazine photoshoots drove me insane, so instead of writing about the fanfics I had lined up, I came up with this. Honestly, I was so lost I didn't even think what I wrote made sense. LOL 🤣 

You were pissed. You were a secretary for fuck’s sake. You weren’t supposed to be the one organizing the Anniversary Party for Privé, the company had a different department for that. But Mr. Byun shoved the responsibility to you. He’s the CEO and you were only his secretary so you had no choice but to comply.

It would’ve been fine for you only if you weren’t given a deadline for the marketing report he requested a couple of weeks ago. If the deadline for the report wasn’t supposed to be submitted literally two days after the party, you wouldn’t have been this worked up. You sighed, there was nothing you could do about it now so you continued to drink your third coffee for the day while you furiously typed for the report.

After a few hours of making the report, you looked at your watch and realized you were supposed to go to meet the caterer and discuss the details of their services for the party. You only had a few minutes left to get to their place on time. You abruptly stood up and dialed the caterer to apologize and inform them that you might be a little late. You went out of the office immediately, not bothering to inform Mr. Byun of your whereabouts.

When everything was smoothened out with the caterer, you went back to the office to continue writing your report. You haven’t reached your desk yet when Mr. Byun comes out of his room and asks where you have been. You were startled at first, not expecting him to notice your absence. He never does, anyway. If you weren’t in such a bad mood, you would have politely apologized and explained to him what came up. But you were stressed and annoyed. It didn’t help that he was there standing, looking all perfect while you looked haggard from your tasks and duties for the day.

“I had to go to the caterer for the Anniversary Party next week, Mr. Byun.” You say, trying hard not to sound annoyed. Mr. Byun noticed it anyway. He knew something was wrong when you answered because if there wasn’t, the first thing you would do is to apologize. If you weren’t in a bad mood, you would’ve been a stuttering mess too. You were always flustered when you got to see him. He was good looking after all.

He gave  you a worried glance because you looked so overworked. He wanted to tell you to take it easy, but you cut him off. “Sorry Mr. Byun, I have to get back to work.” He nods wordlessly as he goes back to his office, a small frown on his face.

The next day, Mr. Byun had dropped off coffee at your desk while you worked. You gave him a soft smile and thanked him, mood immediately lighting up with a simple act. Your smile made his heart flutter so he did that again on the next day, and then the next. You weren’t sure why, but the coffee Mr. Byun gave you always made you feel lighter, as if the stress from your work was gone. Was it the coffee or was it Mr. Byun? You didn’t know.

When the night of the party came, you were much more relaxed, knowing full well you did your best to organize such an event. You wore a red satin dress with a slit on the side and paired it with your black stilettos. Your usual tied-up hair was now in loose curls. You wore lipstick that matched the color of your dress. You’re beautiful, totally different from the zombie-like look you sported when you reported to work this week.

After this party, you’re definitely going to grab a drink at the club a few blocks from here. Maybe even try to get laid. Whatever. You needed to destress. You were almost done with the report anyway. Tonight you were going to have fun and then work on the last few figures and paragraphs on your report tomorrow.

When Mr. Byun entered the room, all eyes immediately landed on him. He wore a black suit and his hair was gelled to reveal his forehead. W-was that an undercut? You gulped. He looked intimidating and sexy. His aura exuded power and wealth. He looked delectable tonight.

Mr. Byun was talking to some of his business partners when he saw you. You looked exquisite, he thought. He always thought you were pretty, but tonight, there was something about you that made his heart skip a beat. The dress you wore also made him feel something. Red was his favorite color and finding you wear the color of passion so elegantly drove him crazy. Before he could get even more distracted by you, he goes back with the conversation he was having with his business partners, trying so hard to look unaffected by the sight of you.

You see Mr. Byun talking to a woman a few moments later. Your mood immediately sours. The woman was all over Baekhyun. It was obvious she was flirting with him. And he was letting her! But honestly, what did you expect? He looked that good and no one would pounce on him? Impossible.

You were sipping on champagne when you noticed in your peripheral view that a tall male was approaching you.

“Hi, beautiful.”

You couldn’t help but blush. Park Chanyeol was Baekhyun’s extremely good looking friend. He comes to Privé once in a while to hang out with your boss, and every time he did, he always flirted with you. You gave him a smile and greeted him, “Mr. Park.”

“You can call me Chanyeol,” he says. “So I’ve heard you made this whole event happen.”

You blushed further. It felt good to be acknowledged for something you worked hard for. You were about to answer when someone slides his arm on your waist. You were surprised to see Mr. Byun. “Oh, Mr. Byun. I didn’t notice you.”

Mr. Byun just squeezes your waist. He looks at Mr. Park. “Chanyeol.” He gives him a warning look.

“Baekhyun.” Chanyeol says with a smirk. “The party is amazing so far. I should go around and meet up with Sehun.” He turns to you and grabs your hand. He kisses your hand and says, “Good job.” With that, he left you and Baekhyun alone.

You watch as he leaves. When he’s out of your sight, you take a look at your boss. His jaw was clenched, obviously annoyed. By what? You didn’t know.

“Stop flirting with Chanyeol.” He looks at you straight in the eyes.

“I wasn’t --”

He tsks and you immediately shut up. “Follow me, darling.” He orders.

You follow him as he rides the elevator to the top floor, right where his office is. He unlocks the door and guides you inside. Before you can ask why he brought you there, he pins you to the wall. You look up to see him staring intently at you. He looked so hot like this.

His eyes were scanning your face, trying to see if you were uncomfortable with the position. He notices you momentarily looking at his lips. He smirks. You were on the same page then.

Mr. Byun cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you fervently. You return the kiss with equal passion. His left hand grabs your waist to pull you impossibly closer. You whimper as you feel his bulge hardening. He takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His fingers dig into your waist as the kiss grows needier. His kisses made your knees weak, you had to grab his shoulders for support.

As if knowing what you were thinking, he grabs your ass and says, “Jump.” You were quick to oblige. He goes back to kissing you as he walks over to his table. When you are sitting on his table, he immediately goes to squeeze your breast. You lean into his touch. He detaches his lips from yours and leaves kisses on your neck. You moan in delight as he sucks on your sweet spot, all the while continuing to knead your breasts. When he was sure he left a hickey, he slowly pulled down the straps of your dress.

“Fuck, you didn’t wear a bra.”

You bite your lips seductively as you nod your head. You were driving him so, so crazy. The sight of you spread on his table, looking so desperate made him so hard.

He dives right into your chest as he sucks on your nipple while his right hand attends to the other boob. Your hands fly to his hair. You hear him moan as you tug his hair. The sound instantly makes you wetter.

“S-sir, please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“I want you in me. I need you in me.” You beg.

“Strip.” He demands.

You quickly remove your dress and your thongs. You leaned into his table, spreading your legs open to show him your desire.

“You look so good like this.” He growls. He approaches you slowly while grabbing something in his back pocket. Your eyes widened when he showed his phone. “Baby girl, can I?”

You were so lost in lust that you find yourself agreeing. He starts taking pictures of you all spread out for him. After a few shots, he goes back to kissing you. Without warning, he plunges his finger into your cunt. You moan out loud. He watches you contort your face in pleasure. He slides in another finger. You haven’t been touched for so long that the sensation was too overwhelming for you. You didn’t know when you closed your eyes, but you heard camera shutters so when you opened your eyes, you found Baekhyun with his eyes furrowed, taking photos of his fingers going in and out of your cunt. He looked so sexy, you couldn’t help but clench on his fingers.

“S-sir, please fuck me.” You moan.

His eyes snap to you at your request. He removes his fingers from your pussy and sucks on it while maintaining eye contact. He then removes his clothes until he’s naked in front of you. Your eyes roam from his eyes to his neck, abs, and finally on his big fat cock.

He lines himself at your entrance and slams his member into you. You claw at his back as he roughly thrusts into your core. “You’re so good to me, baby.” He moans.

He lifts your legs to his shoulders as he pounds into you. The new position helps him reach your g spot. You moan out loud. “That’s right, baby. Moan for me. Let Chanyeol know you belong to me.” His sinful words turned you on.

You can’t stop chanting his name, he felt so good. He was hitting you in all the right places. Within minutes, you feel the tightening of a familiar knot. He can sense that you were nearing your release with the way your cunt was clenching. You look at each other, desperate to climax. Before you could even think twice, you say, “Choke me, daddy.”

You watch as his eyes darken. He lost his pace when he heard your words. You watch as he places his hands on your neck and squeezes it, your eyes rolling to the back as he slams into you more urgently.

When Baekhyun releases his grip on your neck, you feel the rush. Everything felt so intense. “I’m about to c-cum.” You say breathlessly.

Baekhyun nods and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You could feel him twitching in you. “Come in me, daddy.” You say before he could pull out. He gulps and nods. You were driving him crazy, he didn’t know how you knew exactly what he wanted. Within minutes, you were coming. You moan out loud as you feel your release oozing out. Baekhyun follows soon after.

You were both breathing heavily after. Baekhyun pulls out and you can’t help but whimper. He pecks your lips and grabs tissues on his desk. He cleans you up and you smile gratefully at him. He helps you dress up and you help him button his suit.

“Thank you, darling.” He whispers. He kisses you on the lips and you can’t help but melt into him. Your heart was racing. You could feel butterflies on your stomach.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours and looks deeply into your eyes. You weren’t expecting what he said next, “Will you go on a date with me?”

You blush. You’ve been harboring feelings for your boss and this time he finally made a move. You smile softly at him as you say, “Yes.”

He smiles so widely, his eyes crinkling. He looked much more attractive like this. You couldn’t help but reciprocate the smile.

“I think you should thank Chanyeol. I doubt you’d ever make a move if it weren’t for him.” You tease him before going back to the party. You laugh as you heard him grunt behind you, because what you said was true.

[mermaidsirennikita]

how do you think 365 dni compares to movies like 50 shades and after?

Why thank you for asking--

I would say that there is a single similarity, which is that they do stem, if not directly, then tangentially from the general fanfiction-turned-romance novel tradition that has existed for a while but really took off after Twilight.  While you can point to Harry Potter inspiring YA fanfic-turned-novels like The Mortal Instruments, Twilight’s impact has really been a lot greater because I think it gave aspiring romance novelists a place to play.  And since romance is one of the biggest (if not the biggest) publishing categories in terms of $$$, it makes sense that publishers saw an opportunity to make money off of popular fanfic.  This is where 50 got popular, as we all know, and other romance novelists like Christina Lauren, to name a bestseller, cut their teeth on Twilight fanfic.

Then, that gave way to Wattpad and 1D, which is where After came in.  I’m not sure exactly where 365 drew from, but it’s definitely at the minimum taking from a lot of mafioso fanfic AUs.  And ultimately, fanfic, and in turn crystallized romance novels, are at their heart wish fulfillment scenarios.  In romance, that’s usually wish fulfillment not just for the characters you like (as with fanfic) but for yourself.  

I think that the biggest issues with After and 50, before we even get into the heroes, are the heroines?  Because there is nothing fun about Ana; Tessa in After is MILDLY better, especially in After We Collided wherein she has a bit more fun... but she still sucks.  Both Ana and Tessa are excessively passive and accepting of not only poor treatment, but frankly mediocre sex?  Lol.  I mean, 50 suffers a lot from Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson hating each other in a not good way, but After suffers from both a lack of chemistry and like... not even a sexual gimmick lol.  Am I really supposed to buy this 19 year old boy as a sexual dynamo?  Sure.  But I digress.  Ana and Tessa are quite dull, and I cannot find any way to relate to them.  

Laura?  Laura is FUCKING AMAZING.  She’s introduced to as us this Business Bitch, and sure, there’s nothing substantive there, but it makes a lot more sense to me than Ana being given a job by her boyfriend and then being treated like she earned it.  Laura comes off as older, more mature--you’re really given a reason to believe that she’s bored with life.  Her boyfriend sucks.  She’s sexually unsatisfied, but certainly takes matters into her own hands (I don’t think Ana or Tessa ever masturbated onscreen lol, which seems a bit?  Odd?  In “erotic dramas”).  And she’s FUNNY.  That’s one of the main reasons I love Laura.  She’s kinda ridiculous.  She wanders about in her sequin caftan, clearly hoping to get kidnapped (which really sets the tone for the movie.... if you were taking this seriously after that, I don’t know what’s wrong with you and your ability to have fun).  She takes control of her Beauty and the Beast inspired dinner with Massimo.  She gives him shit all the time, trots off the tarmac like she’s going to walk to Rome, jumps in a fountain just to give him shit.  In the final 50 Shades movie, Christian tells Ana that she’s topping from the bottom.  But you never see that.  I see it in Laura pressing Massimo’s buttons, in her scoffing at him whenever he tries to throw his weight around.  She’s never afraid of this guy for real, lol, and it’s very clear in her face.

She’s also a much more sexually engaged heroine.  There’s a lot of.........  Like, I won’t say that 365 is nearly as kinky as it could get, OBVIOUSLY lol.  But it’s definitely kinkier than the supposed kinkfest that is 50, just in terms of its dynamic.  And I love that Laura is allowed to be kinky, in particular.  She clearly enjoys sex that isn’t always incredibly tender; she enjoys watching Massimo get a blow job from another woman.  Both 50 Shades and After are remarkably straightforward and traditional in their depictions of what “healthy” sex looks like.

But of course, the point of 365 is not to depict a healthy and normal relationships lol.  It’s to fulfill a specific type of fantasy.  Sometimes, you kind of want to get kidnapped.  Not literally kidnapped, obviously.  But the idea of giving up control and having decisions made for you and being pampered by some rich hot guy who fucks you all over his boat is not bad.  And this is where 365 succeeds so well compared to 50 and After.  The latter two movies just have this constant stream of boring drama, inauthentic drama, just this guy and his bullshit problems that are, in both films might I add, CONNECTED TO HIS POOR MOTHER.  Whereas Massimo literally has to bend to Laura’s will and “become gentle for her”, while also maintaining his position as an archetype.  Honestly, aside from the general conceit and the ending, 365 is pretty much angst-free.  Laura goes on shopping trips.  Laura has great sex.  Laura eats and naps whenever she wants and has someone hang onto her every word and need and desire.

The thing is, too, lol--even when Laura does have some angst, she easily has a superior friend to any meager cardboard stand-in seen in 50 and After.  Olga is FUN!  They have a legitimate spa day montage after Laura has spent hours bitching about her stupid boyfriend.  Olga is also the only character who’s like, this shit is INSANE.  Olga is fabulous.

Finally, 365 is a movie focused on the female gaze to the nth degree, and we need more of that.  The camera worships Michele’s body; it zeroes in on his ass, his abs, his sexual pleasure.  Even when Laura is chained to the bed and wearing a spreader bar, she’s less naked than he is.  Compare this to 50 in particular, where we saw so little of Jamie and so much of Dakota, in a movie supposedly targeting people who are into men.

It’s just a FUN movie.  So much fun.  And that’s where After and 50 fail so hard, imo; they’re just kind of agonizing and the female protagonist really doesn’t even get cookies for her time in either of them.

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Twist Of Fate - Ch05 - (Trixya) - katyahzamo

A/N: Fake instagrams for Trixie and Katya were made because I am that extra: click here for Trixie and here for Katya.

A reminder: Trixie is a hairdresser and Katya is a struggling photographer slash yoga instructor. Lesbian AU. Read the chapters on AO3 and/or come hang out on my tumblr katyahzamo. Comments are welcome and encouraged!

“I didn’t see you like this in a long time. Are you sure that last cup of coffee wasn’t too much for your skinny ass?”

Violet is sitting on Katya’s old couch, legs tucked under her elbow propped on the back, watching Katya come out with the fourth outfit that evening. It’s almost time to leave for the event and she has nothing to wear.

“Oh shut up. How long did it take you to look like that before you came over?”

Katya’s best friend is sitting there looking like a goddess, as always. Even in long, loose black pants her legs look amazing, and the emerald corset clings perfectly to her thin torso. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looks effortlessly beautiful, and Katya doesn’t know whether she wants to bang her or envy her. Maybe a little bit of both.

“I literally just put on the first thing I found. But no, I’m serious bitch, since when are you obsessing over the color of your dress?” There’s a gasp then, making Katya turn away from staring herself in the mirror and back at Violet.

“Wait– do you have a date? Did Katya Zamo finally meet someone? You never go to these things. Is a girl making you go?”

Typical Violetta. She’s been set on finding Katya a girlfriend ever since they stopped dating each other in college, and at the same time discovering no one Katya dated was good enough for her. Violet was four years younger and they met in one of Katya’s art classes, hitting it off immediately. Their relationship was short, mostly sexual, and it ended up evolving into a friendship based on mutual understanding and never-ending support.

Violet believed in Katya when she went to rehab for her alcohol addiction post-college, believed in her when she had one dead-end, low-paying job after another, supported her when she finally bought her first professional camera and insisted Katya take all of her pro shots, despite photographers lining up to work with her. She was the first one who told her Sharon was a piece of shit who did not treat Katya right, and the first one who came running in the middle of the night when Katya called her after Sharon packed her bags and left.

Despite being hot-headed, arrogant and a bit of a narcissist, all qualities many people find off-putting, Katya loves her very much and knows her big ass heart is in the right place. Even though she’s not in town five months out of the year, she’s been Katya’s rock throughout the last year of her and Sharon’s relationship, and after it ended, too, even more so than Ginger.

“Fuck off, I don’t have a date. I just—I don’t know. I miss being around people and loud music. I miss going out with you, bitch, even though you always leave me for a threesome whenever we do.”

Katya wishes she had a date with her hot hairdresser, but wouldn’t say that out loud, for fear of having Violet on her case about it for the rest of the night. She’s already had issues not blushing when she told her that Trixie’s back and is the main reason her hair and bangs are short again.

Violet’s face falls in disappointment at the answer but takes a sip of her mojito and shrugs, not looking sorry at all.

“Girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do. There’s going to be a lot of agency girls you know tonight, Fame, Shea, Naomi. They’re all coming to see Pearl’s set. She’s like this, huge DJ from the West Coast. I heard she even toured around Europe and Australia. The lesbians go insane wherever she goes.”

Katya laughs, discards another black dress and fixes her hair instead. She’s been walking around the apartment in her underwear for an hour and a half now, ever since she got out of the shower and blow dried her bob straight.

“You know lesbians love hot DJs, Vi. Didn’t you date one last year?”

“Yeah, I still have fond memories of her ass when I get lonely.”

Katya wheezes and smacks Violet’s knee as she passes by her and disappears into the bedroom again.

“Wait, I know!”

She hears Violet yell after her and hears her shuffling as she gets off of the couch and walks into the bedroom, pushing Katya a little bit to the side to take a look at her messy closet.

“Oh god.” Katya laughs, but lets Violet dig through her clothes and sits on the bed instead, watching her. It doesn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for, and soon enough she’s holding a lace bralette Katya hasn’t worn in years and a pair of black shorts to match – she is fairly sure Violet was the one who bought this for her birthday ages ago.

“Here, put that on. Do you still have those red shoes? You should get them and— this.” She pulls out a black lace see-through button up and puts it on the bed gingerly, grinning.

“You’re going to look smoking hot in that. Now hurry up, we’re going to be late for Pearl.”

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The line outside of the club is huge – it stretches out for an entire block and Katya thinks that lesbians (and gay men, and everyone in between) are going insane over this Pearl girl. She’s curious to see her now and to hear her set, and at the same time nervous because Trixie is going to be there. When Violet went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup while still in her apartment, Katya spent five minutes staring at her own abs from all angles, exposed through the see-through shirt. She thanked yoga for keeping her in shape, and was actually a little impressed at how long her legs looked in the outfit Violet chose.

Once they parked the car and headed for the entrance, Violet saying they would let her in once they recognized her, Katya’s phone buzzed and she dug it up from the little purse Violet made her carry with her.

Unknown: Hey Katya, it’s Trixie :D

Unknown: We’re already inside, table reserved close to the bar

Unknown: Bob put you and Violet on the list so just tell the bouncers

Unknown: See you soon!

The message is followed by a string of flower emojis and Katya showed the message to Violet, who grinned.

“Bob coming through as usual, I love that guy.”

Katya is too excited to tell her that it was probably Trixie who insisted they were put on the guest list, and says nothing until after they are let through.

“Violet! Katya! Finally!”

Pairs of hands grab each of them by the wrist in the dimly lit room, purple lights flashing to the rhythm of the music Katya has never heard before, and it takes her eyes a moment or two to adjust. She really should have just gone with glasses instead of her contacts, but Violet insisted. Katya is sure that her friend wants her to get laid tonight.

Two pairs of hands that stopped them belonged to Shea and Courtney, both from Violet’s modeling agency, both tall and gorgeous, and Katya is suddenly glad she dressed the way she did. They take turns in hugging both of them; complimenting Katya’s hair, Violet’s outfit and telling them they arrived just in time for the party.

“We were late because Katya took forever to decide on an outfit, so I ended up doing it for her.”

“Girl, you did an amazing job. Katya, you look stunning!”

She doesn’t remember Courtney having an Australian accent, mostly because they met only once, briefly, when Katya did a job with Violet and Fame several weeks before. She remembers Shea better, because Shea insisted on Katya joining them for lunch, saying she reminded her of her Russian girlfriend, Sasha, who was on a world tour traveling with her theatre troupe. Shea is the one complimenting her now, leaning back a little to take a good look at her outfit.

“Court’s right, you’re definitely giving me a Black Widow spy realness here. You should be in the photos with us next time.”

Katya’s laughing and waving her hands in protest.

“Hell no, I’m the one making art happen and I’d like it to stay that way, thank you very much.”

“I’m not sure about that, I bet you’d be a great model.”

“In Russia, maybe.”

“Well you know, you gotta start somewhere.”

They’re all laughing and for a moment Kaya forgets that she’s supposed to be nervous about Trixie. It doesn’t take them long to reach the bar and order drinks, cocktails for the three of them and a soda for Katya.

“Vi? I’m going to find Trixie and her friends, thank her for letting us know about the list. You coming?”

“I’ll come by later. Pearl’s set is starting soon and I really want to see her up close. If you know what I mean.”

Katya wheeze laughs, and Shea and Courtney join her too. Violet is known among her friends for having a thing for DJs and musicians in general, so having her at least flirt with Pearl sometime during the night would hardly come as a surprise to anyone.

“You can try, girl, but I hear she has a girlfriend she met on the road this year. Apparently they’ve been together since January.”

“Shea, since when has that stopped her from getting laid?”

Katya can hear them bantering about Violet’s sexscapades even after she walks away, making her way through the crowd, looking for one particular blonde head, her drink gripped firmly in her hand. She sees her before Trixie even looks her way, and reluctantly has to acknowledge the butterflies acting up in her gut again. Sweat is already forming on the back of her neck and she’s blowing the bangs from her eyes, praying that she still looks semi-decent, despite the stuffy air and nerves.

“Katya!” Their eyes meet just when the host walks on stage to announce Pearl, and Katya knows she has a very small window for conversation before the place erupts. “You made it!”

“Yeah, I tried! How are you?”

“I’m great, yeah. Katya, these are my friends, Shangela and you know Adore, right?”

Adore, yes, that’s the name of the girl who took the photo of her haircut back at the salon the week before.

“Hey girl, looking fine!” Adore yells over the host’s voice when she pulls Katya into a hug, which surprises her a little but she hugs back all the same. She looks young, younger than Trixie, and gives off a grunge vibe that Katya approves of immediately. Her voice is slightly drawn out; just as she remembers from the first time she met her.

“You too!” Katya says, aware that Trixie’s eyes are on her.

“Oh you’re the Atomic Bland girl they put up on Facebook, right?” Shangela hugs her next and Katya reciprocates. She is a tiny, compact woman with a blindingly beautiful smile and hair that reaches past her waist. Even in heels, she is smaller than Katya, but her energy definitely makes up for her height.

“Is everyone calling me that now?” Katya asks, eyes wide and grin wider, glancing over at Trixie.

“Hey, you came up with that yourself. I’m giving your brand the recognition it deserves.” Trixie shoots back, and Katya isn’t nervous anymore. This feels right, and easy, and she has not been this relaxed in a public setting in a painfully long time.

Any other attempt at communication is drowned by the crowd once Pearl walks on stage, and the club explodes with girls (and boys) everywhere shouting her name and whistling, making Katya wonder how on earth she never heard about her before. Not that she was necessarily immersed into the pop culture that much, not even the LGBTQ+ one, sticking to the 70s, 80s and early 90s obscure music, but every single person in this place seemed to know exactly who Pearl Liaison was, making Katya, once again, feel like a grandmother. As soon as the music starts playing, everyone rushes to the dancefloor, and judging by the genre, it’s easier to pinpoint why she didn’t know about her in the first place.

She left her tolerance for electronic music go when she graduated college and stopped drinking, but even she has to admit that Pearl is good. She commands the room so easily, and the way she holds herself reminds of days when Violet preformed burlesque, full of confidence and full of love for her audience. It helps that she is hot as hell, too, platinum blonde hair tied up into two buns on top of her head and makeup so good even under the harsh clubbing lights. It’s no wonder whatsoever why she’s so loved by every single girl in this place.

“Holy shit she’s good!” Katya yells over the music, leaning over to Trixie and Trixie nods, sipping on her vodka soda (or so Katya assumes), her hips swaying to the music a little bit.

“Girl, I wanna dance!” Adore yells from the other side of the table and Shangela agrees, taking her hand and pulling her into the crowd that’s somehow even bigger than it was five minutes ago. Katya wants to ask Trixie to dance too, but she is somehow still unsure how Trixie will react if she suggests it.

“Do you want to dance?” Trixie seems to be reading her mind again, and a slight shiver goes down her spine when she feels those pink lips so close to her ear, and Katya’s nodding without a second thought. They leave all of their things with the bartender that Trixie seems to know (who does Trixie not know, Katya wonders) and head to find either Adore and Shangela or Violet and the rest of her gang, Katya’s goosebumps permanent  when Trixie takes her hand and tugs her along.

They don’t find any of their friends and after a while they stop looking. This close to the stage Katya can barely hear herself think, which might be a good thing after all, seeing Trixie’s cleavage up close like this, pale, soft flesh glistening with sweat as she dances right across Katya with her eyes closed, feeling the music with her entire body.

Katya dances too, but her eyes don’t leave Trixie’s face looking angelic under the strobe lights that pulse with the music and the bodies moving all around them. She can feel the beat in her ears, her throat and deep behind her ribs, thinking briefly about how good dancing to this music must feel to people who took things stronger than alcohol tonight. It makes her sober ass exhilarated now; though Katya’s sure it’s not just the music making her feel this way.

Trixie’s long, blonde hair is suddenly in her face as she turns her back to her, hips swaying and slightly grinding against Katya’s front, and she has the urge to howl. There’s no reluctance in her fingers that move to grip Trixie’s hips, letting them guide her own steadily, and just when she thinks she might die and ascend to heaven, there’s a voice in her ear, yelling.

“Hey bitches, having fun?”

Trixie pulls away from her immediately, her face beet red from what Katya assumes is the heat, and Violet is grinning that teasing, shit-eating grin Katya recognizes very well.

“Where the hell have you been?” Katya yells back as loud as she can while Violet hugs Trixie, trying to appear fine and not turned on at all, but the look on Violet’s face tells her that she’ll have to go to the washroom and fix her face as soon as possible.

“Up front!” Violet yells back, her glare drilling inside Katya’s head, as if mutely asking what it is she interrupted just now. Katya blinks at her innocently, so she rolls her eyes and continues. “Fame and Naomi were asking for you, do you want to join us?”

Katya is tempted to say no but she doesn’t want to prompt Violet to ask more questions than she undoubtedly will the moment she catches her alone, so she looks at Trixie instead. Trixie is looking at Pearl who just switched the songs and smiled at the crowd, dancing to the beat of her own music, and then looks back at Violet.

“Sure! I have no idea where Adore and Shangela are, I’ll have to find them later!”

“Adore, the blue-haired chick? Yeah, they’re with us, she did Shea’s hair for the photoshoot this week!”

They make their way to the larger group, with a little bit of trouble, when the beat changes to something softer and easier to dance to. Naomi and Fame pull Katya into a hug and are introduced to Trixie. Soon after they are all dancing together, making Katya think how much she missed being surrounded by a lot of girls. A lot of friends, too, just having fun and not thinking about anything past that night. Trixie doesn’t come as close to her for the rest of the set.

At one point during the night and towards the end of Pearl’s set that has lasted more than two hours, half of the group breaks apart to get more drinks and retrieve Trixie’s, Katya’s, Shangela’s and Adore’s things from the bartender and move them to the models’ booth, half remains to hang around on the dancefloor, and Katya goes to pee and fix the makeup that is undoubtedly melting off of her face at this point.

She is aware that everything will hurt from all the dancing in the morning, but her mood has been at the all-time high for hours. She happily recalls a moment when Naomi wrapped her arms around her neck and danced closer to her than even Trixie did, and the way Trixie’s eyes followed their every single move, and the way she quickly looked away when she noticed Katya looking back.

Katya feels like she’s deaf once the ladies’ bathroom door closes behind her, and can feel her own pulse in every inch of her skin. Once in the stall, she hears the door open again and finds herself wishing it’s Trixie.

It’s Violet.

“So when were you gonna tell me you’re in love with Trixie Mattel?”

Here we go.

Violet’s perfectly shaped eyebrow is quirked, arms crossed on her chest as she leans on the bathroom counter, watching Katya wash her hands.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh bitch, you’re telling me that dry humping and eye fucking the entire night was nothing?”

Her words are slurred and Katya realizes that for those two hours she has forgotten that other people drink. Not needing to drink to have fun seemed like a possibility for the first time tonight after years of dreading of going back to places where she’s the only sober one. Trixie has been drinking the entire night too, even stumbled over Katya’s foot as she headed back to the bar.

“We’re just friends, Vi, it’s not that serious.”

“When was the last time you danced like that with me, your best friend?  I call bull. shit.”

Katya laughs at the whining tone and shakes her head, turning to face the other.

“Oh that’s what this is about. You’re jealous.”

She should know better than try to deflect. Violet probably knows her better than Katya knows herself, and is currently having none of it.

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, honey. But I’d say you should definitely go for it. Now give me a hug.”

Katya holds the embrace for couple of moments longer and Violet squeezes her back before heading for one of the stalls.

“Are you okay by yourself in there?” Katya calls when she hears Violet fumbling with her pants on the other side of the door.

“I’m fine! I’ll go backstage to look for Pearl, she’s almost done. You go be with your girlfriend!”

Katya wants to protest but that’s a futile battle with a tipsy, determined Violet, so she just pushes the door and goes to find the rest of the group.

Almost everyone is sitting at the private booth, some of them on their phones, others talking to each other, and Fame is on some boy’s lap, laughing at whatever he’s saying in her ear. It takes her one look to notice that Trixie is not here, or Adore for that matter, so she sits next to Shangela who pushes a new bottle of Coca Cola her way.

“You okay, girl?” Shangela looks up from her phone and at her and Katya nods.

“You?”

“Oh yeah. I’m texting Adore’s girlfriend, Bianca, she’s on her way here to surprise Adore.”

Katya looks around to see that the majority of the crowd has gone back to their seats, only a handful most persistent ones still on the dance floor. DJ Pearl’s spot on the stage is empty now, the music coming from the speakers probably a part of a club’s regular playlist.

“Isn’t she a little late for the party? Where’s Adore anyway?”

She actually wants to ask where Trixie is, but if Violet saw right through her immediately, she doesn’t want one of Trixie’s friends to clock her too.

“Bianca’s a stand-up comedian, traveling around the country a lot this time of year, and Adore had no idea she’s back, she just flew in this evening.  That’s why it took her forever to come here. Adore’s probably outside, smoking. She’s found her weed friends so…”

Shangela motions dragging a smoke from the blunt and Katya laughs, thinking how she could use a cigarette too. She decides to stay to see where Trixie is and get her to go outside with her so they can talk properly.

Trixie doesn’t come back for a while, and Katya uses the time to talk to Shea who comes to sit next to her when Shangela goes to the bar to wait for Bianca. Shea talks to her about her portfolio, Shea’s girlfriend Sasha and her theatre troupe, yoga and everything in between. She has no idea how much time has passed when she sees Violet running in her high heels across the dance floor and hears a group of girls’ delighted screams when they spot Pearl coming from backstage right after Violet.

“That bitch.” Shea shakes her head, looking at Violet’s face when she struggles to pass through a group of Pearl’s fans, her eyes landing on Katya and she darts her way.

“Did you bang her backstage you fucking sl—“ Shea starts but Violet cuts her off with her hand raised as she squeezes into the booth besides Katya, sandwiching her with Shea on the other side.

“You’re never going to believe who Pearl is dating.” She says, but Katya isn’t listening or looking at her.

Katya is looking at Trixie who’s on the dance floor now too, phone in her hand, taking a photo of Pearl and two girls, all three of them raising two of their fingers in a ‘peace’ sign. The girls take the phone from Trixie’s hand and giggle, then walk away, and suddenly Pearl’s in Trixie’s personal space.

Katya doesn’t want to register what Violet is saying as she sees Trixie’s arms wrap around Pearl’s neck, she doesn’t want to acknowledge Trixie’s lop-sided smile or the way Pearl’s arms hug her small waist and pull her close. She feels heart (or is it bile?) rise up her throat when their lips meet and a round of ‘awwwwww’s erupts from the onlookers. She only barely registers Fame who came back and took a spot next to Shea and Katya looks away only when she hears her speak.

“Am I the only one seeing Pearl Liaison kissing Trixie Mattel right now?”

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Katya is outside only moments later, and she hears a startled yell from her right, only to realize she’s probably banged the back door open. Outside, away from the music, it must have been loud.

“Katya, you scared the living hell out of me!”

Adore’s bambi eyes are big, and blood shot, but she’s smiling at her anyway and comes over to hug her tightly. Katya hugs her back hesitantly at first, but relaxes a little bit when Adore continues hugging her drunkenly, and for a full minute Katya thinks Adore might have fallen asleep on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Katya rasps, surprised she didn’t throw up instead, rubbing Adore’s back gently and trying to blink away the image of Trixie kissing the most beautiful DJ in the world.

“Oh yeah, ‘m fiiiiiiine. A lil’ drunk.” Adore draws out and finally pulls back, the lack of her body heat leaving Katya shudder, and not entirely because of the chilly night air.

“You sure?”

“Mhmm. Just had a smoke with some people and had to stay, fresh air, all that. What about you? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“I’m okay, I just needed a smoke.”

Her hands are shaking as she lights up the cigarette after Adore refused one for herself, and her breath is shaky as she exhales the smoke, trying to remember any of the breathing exercises her past therapists taught her.

“Is Pearl done?” Adore asks, and Katya feels her stomach drop to her ass at hearing the name.

“Yep, just saw her with Trixie and the fans.”

Adore nods and blinks once, twice, and then her eyes widen in a delayed reaction. If Katya wasn't as pissed, or as miserable, she would have laughed.

“Ohhhhhh, right. You sure you’re okay?”

Several things happen in Katya’s head then. Adore is Trixie’s friend, she realizes, so she probably knew all this time that Trixie had a famous DJ for a girlfriend. It’s probably the reason all of them are here, because she knows Trixie doesn’t listen to electro, and Adore definitely doesn’t look like she listens to anything but Nirvana. They’ve all come here to support Trixie’s girlfriend, and Katya has made an ass out of herself, flirting with Trixie, and holding her hand and dancing close to her to the music Trixie’s girlfriend was playing.

The way Adore looks at her now makes her think that she has somehow clocked her feelings, because if Violet has done it, everyone else must have too, and now Adore feels sorry for her and Katya can’t stand it.

“Yeah, I’m good.” It comes out a bit sharp, and she feels bad about it immediately.

Her hand reaches out to squeeze Adore’s wrist gently, knowing the younger girl will forget all about Katya’s trouble as soon as she sees her girlfriend who’s somewhere inside, waiting to surprise her.

“You know what, Shangela was looking for you by the bar, she says she has something urgent to tell you. I think you should go back inside.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s good, I promise.”

Katya manages a grin and even a laugh as Adore hugs her one more time and practically runs inside. She’s a good person, Katya thinks, and good people deserve good things happen to them. What was that bad that she, Katya, put out into the universe for it to treat her this way, she has no idea.

Katya: I’m going home, I’m tired.

Katya: Can you pick up my stuff and bring it over tomorrow?

Violetta: heu btch, f cuorse

Violetta: r u k?

Katya: yeah, just tired. You ok with taking an Uber?

Violetta: ys

Violetta: gna go with Fame n Shea

Violetta: I’m sry

Violetta: fr Trxiie

Katya: Good. Talk to you tomorrow. Text me when you get home

Violetta: u to bitch

Violetta: love yuo

Katya feels like she will definitely throw up once she gets home. She fights to hold it back the entire drive back but once she gets back to her small, shitty apartment, all she can do is take off her boots and put her almost-dead phone to charge. She texts Violet only when she’s in bed, an hour later, having smoked half a packet of cigarettes and still fully clothed, staring at the ceiling and assuming she will never sleep again.

Katya: Got home safely. I love you too.

[zoegmiller]

Fire Emblem: Awakening || Severa/Lucina/Kjelle || NSFW!!!

Description: Severa's FINALLY managed a hot date and it's with a pretty, fun lawyer! All that's in her way is her horndog roommate, Kjelle...

This is my first time with Awakening smut, much les a Modern AU but, as always, I am insanely in <3s with Severa in all incarnations, especially adorable trans ones, and I thought, as someone who would like to see more trans-positive smut and romance in the world, the only thing stopping me was me!! Lucina is a cute dork, Severa is a cute dork, and Kjelle is... well, Kjelle. ^^; So here it goes! >:o

At almost 😳Twelve Thousand Words😳 words it’s way too long, so I won’t post the whole piece here, but I’d be 🙏thrilled🙏 if you went to check it out over on Archive of our Own. Thank you for reading! 🤗 💖💖💖💖🤗

"Kjelle, can you please just help me pick something out?"

"What's the problem?" Kjelle asked, leaning back on Severa's futon with an impatient groan—and making an absolute mess of the sheets Severa had just changed. "Just drag on a pair of jeans and that cute pink top that gives you a bit of tits and you're good to go."

Kjelle had lost interest in helping prepare for this date somewhere around Lipstick Color Roulette #3, and was most likely ruing the tactical error of leaving her phone in the living room. She always got fussy when it came to stuff like this. She was acting like a child, like Severa had kept her in here all afternoon, when it had been, like, two and a half hours, tops.

"I'm begging you. This is my first date in god knows how long." She double-checked her eyeliner in the mirror on her dresser. No, wrong. "I gotta look good." Ugh, where'd she put those make-up wipes? "Forget that, she's a frickin' lawyer. I can't just look good, I gotta impress her."

"Impress her? You guys met on a fuckin' app. You met on Lady-effing-Mila. You know why girls use LadyMila, right? I know you know, because you're a girl and you used it."

Severa sighed, her shoulders slouching. She feathered her fingers through her hair, encouraging it to gain even the littlest bit of bounce. "I just want it to go perfect, okay?"

"Oh, are we allowed to say the p-word now?"

Absolutely on task, Severa put her hands to her hips and stared into the abyssal maw of dresses hung neatly in descending color order in her closet. After some consideration—and some requisite steeling of her confidence—she chose a plain, strapless black number and held it in front of her. "How 'bout this?"

"What, are you two going to her funeral? Besides it's too tight. If that girl's half as cute as her picture, you'll be broadcasting your…"

Severa followed the flick of Kjelle's eyes to her own telltale lump. A frisson of nuclear anxiety burst in the pit of her stomach.

The futon groaned as Kjelle shifted her weight to one elbow, held out a hand and offered a subtle writhe of her fingers and a canny grin. "Need some help with that?"

Severa sighed. "O-okay, so nothing tight."

"Just tuck," Kjelle said.

"I don't want to tuck." A squirm wriggled through Severa's shoulders. "How about you tuck, for once, before you start telling everyone else what to do with their junk?"

"With this python? You got a roll of duct tape I can borrow?"

Severa pointedly ignored how Kjelle's lazy grope of herself emphasized the flaccid bulge in her tight cotton boy shorts—they'd been living together for years, and Severa still hadn't figured out if Kjelle never wore pants around the apartment because she was lazy or if it was some extended part of her ongoing psy-op campaign of Operation: Keep Severa As Edgy As Possible Because Small, Nervous Roommates Are Kjelle Soiree's #1 Not-So-Secret Kink.

"Tucking hurts, and I want to be comfortable. A-as comfortable as possible, anyway." Severa dawdled her fingers against the rough wood grain and chipped paint of the closet door, as she absentmindedly reviewed the sticky-tacked pictures that lined the inside of the closet. Severa halfway up the climbing wall at Kjelle's gym and Kjelle looking at her ass in those stretchy shorts like it was a piece of prime sirloin, Kjelle practically dislocating her jaw to steal half of Severa's soft-serve in a single bite that time they went to the boardwalk, Kjelle and Severa passed out in a drooling heap on Gerome Serge's nasty-ass couch after that near-fatal kegger sophomore year, Kjelle and Severa and Severa's mom at that stupid glass-bottom boat tour where she got a wicked bad sunburn and had to sit in a bathtub of wet oatmeal for like two whole days because she was too stubborn to accept the sunscreen her mom offered…

"Gods, ugghhh. I'm so nervous I'm practically shaking out of my skin as is."

"That's why you're supposed to clear the pipes before a date, you know." Kjelle chirped, helpfully.

"You suck."

"Only if you want me to."

Focusing on her wardrobe, Severa did the mental calculations on a spree of dozen skirt/top combinations, handily disqualifying all of them (too short, too long, too whatever’s-between-short-and-long) before producing, on impulse, a breezy number in a soft jewel tone, sapphire, that flowed a bit around the hips so she wouldn't… show.

"That's the one!" Kjelle offered an emphatic thumbs up. "It totally compliments your hair."

"Complements."

Kjelle, captured by her muse, followed the flitting dust motes in the air with her eyes and scratched at her nose. "That's what I said."

"No, a compliment is what you gave me about how it complements my hair." Severa stood on her toes so she could see as much of herself in the mirror as possible, scrutinizing how the color of the dress contrasted with her auburn hair. "You really think so? You're not just saying that because you're bored are you?"

"I know so." Kjelle tilted her head languidly from side to side. "You wore it when we went to that thing in the city a couple years ago—your mom's whole fundraiser deal."

"Wow." Severa blinked, surprised at Kjelle's unusual show of thoughtfulness as she held the dress in front of her. "You remember that?"

"Uh, yeah." A chuckle rumbled Kjelle's washboard abs. "Well… I remember exactly three things about that night, anyway. How your mom, like, literally had to drag you on stage for her speech-y thing—"

"She did not. That's not what literally means."

"—eating about literally a million of those puffy crab and cucumber things—"

"Canapes," Severa corrected.

"—and hiding my raging fuck-off of a boner under the table 'coz I got tore up on dark n' stormies and I couldn't stop thinking about how bad I was gonna raw dog those tits when we got home."

"Augh! See?? You were being nice, then had to go and make it weird again."

"Maaaaan." The slats of Severa's futon groaned as Kjelle flopped back against it like a lazy kitten. Kjelle sighed, drifting into happy memory. "Old people booze is awesome. Plus, it was free! Remind me why you hate your mom again?"

"Just shut up." Severa flushed and turned back to the mirror atop her dresser.

Unlike Kjelle, whose twin peaks could nicely fill out anything short of a double-XL, Severa needed severe sartorial assistance to make it seem like she had anything even approaching a set of boobs. The dress's high neckline, and how it gathered up beneath her chest before it flowed out to her hips…

Yeah, that'll do, she thought.

She double-checked her contouring and—unsatisfied—brushed a hint more bronzer along her jawline. "Can you do me a favor and, y'know, make yourself scarce this evening?"

"Aspirational! You really are banking on this girl looking as good as her picture. Girls fake those. Plus, she might have cankles or something."

"What's wrong with that? I like a little meat on the bone." Severa replied, turning her head this way fluffing at her hair a bit. "Besides, some of us care about more than looks."

"Sure you do."

"I'm serious!" Severa replied, spinning on her heel to regard her roommate with pinched lips. "Just because you're content to provide Complimentary Service to any hottie who can bench forty-five pounds—"

"No way, I moved on from that Modern Mom shit years ago" A smarmy, lupine grin crept across Kjelle's lips. "They've gotta do at least ninety.

"Well some of us want connection, passion—romance, even!"

Kjelle laughed. "And you're saying I don't?"

"I'm saying you'd fuck a pair of yoga pants if it looked at you the right way."

"Depends. What does they say on the ass?"

"It says, You're An Absolute Dog."

"Wow, gotta be some ass to fit all that." She picked up a stray eyeliner pencil off Severa's beside table and twirled it idly between her fingers. "We did it, right?"

Severa was inspecting her eye shadow for the thousand-and-one-th time. "Huh?"

"Your tits. I literally can't remember."

"No—" But after a pause Severa furrowed her brow and admitted, through pinched lips. "'Course we did. You were literally pawing at me like a starving bear the whole time I literally dragged you home from the subway."

Kjelle hopped off the bed and stalked across the carpet lazy and sensual as a well-fed panther. She leaned into Severa's back, casually threading her strong arms around Severa's bare stomach. "It was fun, right?"

"Obviously…"

Severa squirmed, adjusting to Kjelle's firm embrace…

"Hot, right?"

…to the mild weight of Kjelle's heavy breasts against her…

"Y-yeah."

…to the pressure of Kjelle's hidden bulge gliding gently against the curve of her ass…

Severa's fingers touched down on the arms around her, gave them the gentlest encouragement of upwards pressure.

Kjelle obeyed, gliding her calloused fingers gradually and painfully as smoldering embers along the swell of Severa's stomach…

She saw herself in the mirror, cast in sharp relief beside the avaricious glint of Kjelle's eyes, her face beet red as she dove into memory.

The feel of her arm squeezing around her chest, pillowing her small breasts. The crushing weight of Kjelle atop her. The ravenous look in Kjelle's eyes, her lips parted open in permanent desire, as she thrust eagerly into the makeshift tunnel of Severa breasts…

Kjelle's fingers glided gently along the underwire of her bra. Severa shuddered.

The exact, precarious tingle of her skin as she watched a bead of Kjelle's sweat dangle off the tip of her nose, trembling with each thrust, it was all she could focus on…

"God damn," Kjelle leaned a fraction closer to whisper directly against the curve in her ear. With her short, dark hair falling her face, she looked like a devil perched atop Severa's shoulder. It seemed as if the whole of her body was in contact with Severa's skin, all but mounting her, and Severa trembled, falling mindlessly into the safety and comfort that Kjelle's embrace offered. "I forgot how cute you get when you're actually excited about something, Rocket."

"Augh!" The spell was broken. Severa shimmied against Kjelle's hold. "Will you quit calling me that?"

Kjelle quickly released Severa, backing away with her hands up in apology. "C'mon, you like it."

"It's embarrassing!" Severa retorted.

But her grin never faltered. "Which is why you like it."

"That's… that's…" With a sharp, agitated groan, Severa made a show of adjusting her long pigtails in the mirror—nope, no tormented, pent-up sexual energy here, none at all, especially not for lewd, jerky roommates!! "If you're not gonna help, can you at least go out there and clean up some of the, like, thirty-thousand pizza boxes you've got cluttering every flat surface?"

Kjelle belted Severa's rump a sportsmanlike swat of encouragement before she strode out the door. "You're gonna knock her dead, Rocket."

*** 

"Sorry I'm late!" Lucina blurted out, despite having already texted fourteen apologies en route—Severa didn't mind, it gave her time to down some liquid courage at the restaurant bar.

Lucina was tall, lithe, and looked damn good in a business suit. Her long hair was tousled from her hurry and the lightest sheen of sweat gleamed on her forehead.

Condensation rolled over Severa's fingers, wrapped around her half-finished dark and stormy.

She looked exactly as good as her picture.

Go ahead and read the rest on AO3!

[rachelisanerd]

i’m in love with your body

“i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” spitfire no powers au 

happy valentine’s day @icanhearyouglaring !!! sorry i’m a lil late for @yjficexchange but i’m a trash person and have no excuse. also it’s been so stinkin long since i wrote spitfire so fingers crossed it’s not terrible (and yes the tite is from an ed sheeran song sorry not sorry lmaoo)

AO3

The gym is Wally’s favorite place to hate. He goes, begrudgingly, because this whole fast metabolism thing isn’t going to keep up forever and he hates every single second of it.

There’s nothing fun about running on a treadmill at 10 at night after a long day in the lab. It’s boring as hell, actually, especially on days when he forgets his headphones and has to listen to the crackling gym radio that’s echoing through the space.

It’s not the running that bothers him. He loves finding that perfect pace and the adrenaline rushing through his body, the slightest strain in his muscles and the dryness in his lungs. He ran track and cross country in high school and college because that was something he could get into- the varying workouts, the comradery, the competition.

But it’s just Wally on the treadmills tonight, there’s hardly anyone in the gym at all.  Most people are behind him, on the bikes or back by the weights, and there’s no one here to entertain him except for the celebrity news show that’s on the TV in front of him.

Like he said, he’s bored.

He runs for another two miles before he starts his cool down. Eight miles is a little short for him but he’s got an early day tomorrow- the DNA collected from the most recent of a string of homicides should be done processing in the early hours. He slows into a light jog and wipes his face with the bottom of his shirt.

By the time he comes to a full stop, it’s not even eleven. Unfortunately, that means he has time for a quick round of abs before heading back to his apartment and passing out on top of his covers fully clothed. He gets off the machine and grabs a paper towel to wipe it down before heading to the mats in the back of the gym.

Wally’s only been coming to this gym for a couple weeks at this point. After transferring to Gotham PD from Central City, he figured it might help form a new sense of normalcy.

It doesn’t.

When he gets to the mats, there’s a blonde standing over the free weights. Her hair is up in a high ponytail and she’s only wearing a sports bra on top and he tries not to watch the muscles in her back move as she lifts a weight over her head. Wally does his best not to stare at random, beautiful women in the gym because 10 out of 10 times they can for sure kick his ass.

But because he’s a glutton for trouble, he lays down on the mat across from her and begins the abs routine he’s been doing since high school. Every time his head comes up, he catches a glimpse of her. The way her body is moving, the way her skin glistened with sweat, he’s never been so attracted to someone without seeing their face before- never felt so guilty about it either.

Because this is the gym and he’s definitely being a creep with each look he steals her way.

Someone help him. Please.

He sits up after his set, to take a breather before his second, and she gone. Wally’s thankful, for a moment, until he realizes she’s just moved to a mat a few feet down, doing pushups. And it’s not just any kind of pushups, no, it’s those one-armed pushups he’s only ever seen Marines do with any sort of grace.

And- fuck- it’s hot.

Short blonde hairs stick to her brow as she bits her lip. Fuck, he didn’t even think people bit their lips outside of trashy romance novels and- oh god, this was killing him. He watches her move slow and steady through one pushup and another and another. She switches arms after five and he thinks he’s going to combust.

Wally’s so mesmerized by her movements, he doesn’t even notice her staring back at him, eyebrow arched until she clears her throat.

“Sorry!” he scrambles backwards like it’s going to help. He’s totally certain that this girl can kick his ass but he’s totally okay with that at this point.

“Like the show?” she asks, sitting up herself.

“Um, I’m not sure how to answer that,” Wally says carefully, “My aunt is always complaining to me about guys at her gym that are super creepy and just stare at her ass constantly-“ he stops himself- “And talking about my aunt and creeps staring at her ass probably isn’t helping my case either so I’m just going to shut up.”

She just stares at him for a moment before breaking out into a grin, “No, you’re not,” she takes a swig of her water, “But, that’s okay.”

Her smile lights up her face and, yup, she’s beautiful and he’s screwed.

“Do I know you from somewhere- somewhere besides the gym, I mean,” she gestures to him, “The red hair, not really something you see in Gotham.”

“Uh, I just moved here a couple weeks ago, actually, so probably not.”

She nods before tugging on a tank top. Wally’s sad to see the skin go but if he’s being honest with himself, it’s definitely for the best. Talking to girls is infinitely better than awkwardly ogling them from a distance.

“Why Gotham?”

“I got relocated for work,” Wally leans back on the mat, “Exciting, I know.”

She hums in response before pushing herself up to stand. She begins to stretch, pulling her arm across her body, “I’m not sure how long you’ve been stalking me,” she says, “But I come here every weekday, after 9:30, usually.”

“Oh,” Wally says because he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to say. Here’s this beautiful girl who actually wants to talk to him after catching him staring at her like a total perv. He’s not sure what he did to deserve this but can someone please tell him so he can do it again.

She rolls her eyes at him and switches to stretch her other arm, clearly, he missed something. “So if you want to drool over me again…”

“Oh!” Wally feels the heat rising in his cheeks, “I didn’t mean- those one arm pushups- they’re insane. I think I was just in awe that someone could actually do them. Wait- that sounds bad too-“

She shakes her head but she’s still smiling at him, “Tell me about it tomorrow, when you’ve had time to think, okay?”

“Okay,” he grins back at her, “My name’s Wally, by the way.”

She snorts, “Your name’s Wally?”

“It’s a family name?”

“Okay,” she laughs, “Artemis- I’m Artemis.”

“Artemis,” he repeats, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Tomorrow,” she agrees.