#dancer layouts

[sunniewr]

𝖺𝗇⠀⠀📀⠀⠀𝛦xcᥱׂꨳꨳا͜𝗏ᥱׂ⠀⠀𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀⠀ܫܦ⠀⠀.⠀⠀▒܈

𝖺𝖻𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗺𝖺𝗹⠀⠀♱⠀⠀ﯴ⠀⠀𝗹𝗈𝗏ᥱׂ⠀⠀ℑ⠀⠀ ᭄⠀⠀🐇❵

[crisscreen]

♰ 𝕭𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

[nepentheism]

⠀◌͝ །⠀⠀⠀to think that we, could stay the same⠀　　ℐ

[ayatxt]

⋮ 🪁 ⌗ ┆ 𑁤

nothing on me but you

[miss-ang3l]

[laninha-1]

cheng Xiao (ex wjsn) ballet/flexibility lockscreens please

' cheng xiao ( singer & dancer ) lockscreens ও

[zxmm4]

𝐉-𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 ☆ 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

🏁 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 📞(🎱) 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷🗄️ ~𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻 ~🖇️

[sorrymaybenextime]

Play With Fire

[enheeseungss]

Nayeon is that girl

[stonerundump]

Perhaps this party was a bit too much fun..

Category: Group/Funny

Difficulty: 5

[sparrowwithaquill]

Pt 2 of Popstar!Reader x Saja Boys

Here's part one!

Summary: It’s been months since you first met the boys with them rising in popularity and you coming back from your hiatus you hardly have time to spend with them, but when you finally do you find them hungry for something more than fame.

A/N: y’all gave so much attention to my first post omg I was not expecting it to gain that much attention 😭 here you go my lovelies. Listening to pied piper while writing this was heavenly

Word count: 2.2k

Part 3 will include smut! Please be patient with me, I've been busy with work and some personal issues.

Tag list: @floredaqueen @bleufu1 @brights-place @crescent-z @gremlinartstudio @xiaopeepee @puppyminnnie @ri-eveowe @calmmell @lysira340 @wishiwaswritingrn @kpopgirliez

“Ah I’m exhausted!”

Another successful dance practice, it’s been months since you first met the Saja Boys and it’s been wonderful!

They’ve grown so much in such a short amount of time, they have their own fan base, have done variety shows, the even have their own light sticks! The only problem is that you’ve hardly had any time to see them with your own concerts and shows and it’s starting to weigh on you a bit.

You’re sure you’ll be able to see them again, in person that is. You’ve been messaging them as often as you can so it hasn’t been completely unbearable.

You currently find yourself in your practice room, shirt off, sports bra on and flat on the floor with your shorts on. The comfiest you can be in a hot room. You get your next song set up and ready to go on the speakers when you hear a knock on the door, you let the music play out as you open the door to be greeted by the Saja Boys.

“Guys! Oh my goodness! Come here,” you hug the nearest one, that being romance who eagerly takes in the hug and leaves one arm wrapped around your shoulder, with a smug grin that you’re unable to see.

“I haven’t seen you all in so long! Sometimes I really hate my schedule,” you complain but now getting a burst of energy, you’re oblivious to the stares that are thrown your way. Not really at you, more at the arm around your shoulder, they can feel coils wrapping in their chest, hot and blistering at wanting it to be their own.

You remain unknown to their feelings as you’re bringing them into the practice room, eager to speak with them after it being so long. Thank goodness you were just practicing by yourself so you don’t have to worry about your wonderful backup dancers having to wait for you!

The boys make themselves comfortable as you walk through the room after closing the door.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you guys! I was just practicing a bit before you knocked, what’s going on?”

The boys were in various seating position, Mystery sitting on the floor next to Baby who was sucking on a lollipop. Romance was leaning against the wall staring in your direction while Jinu and Abby were near the speaker that was still playing music.

You pause the song to better pay attention to the boys, but Jinu just shook his head.

“Just wanted to see our favorite girl, you can keep practicing, pretend we’re not here,” Jinu smiles at you while you give a nervous smile.

You’re happy to see them but this particular song you were gonna… choose a position, well it should be fine right? You smile and rewind the song pausing it before going back to practicing.

“Only if you’re sure…” you nervously smile, giving him a last chance.

Abby just shakes his head at you, “yes we’re sure, princess.”

Oh he does not know what that does to you, a shiver goes down your spine as you sigh before turning back to the mirror in front of you. The layout of the room lets it so that there’s one floor to ceiling mirrored wall which you’re dancing in front of. The boys being leaned up against the wall in the back, letting you see the boys as you start dancing and singing along to the song.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing, oh yeah you just get it.”

Baby looks up from his phone as Romance nudges him with his foot.

“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit, God bless your dad’s genetics, mm,” you sing, missing the way that the boys eyes darken at the verse, but do catch the way they seem to be watching you a bit more intently as your eyes quickly flit away. Gotta stay professional.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love, oh, late at night I’m think ‘bout you, ah.”

The boys are thoroughly enjoying the performance, Abby’s gaze watching the way your hips move, Mystery letting his eyes watch your legs. Jinu looks you up and down as you sing, “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs? Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up."

Jinu imagines just what they could be doing with said pink hand cuffs, as you continue no longer paying attention to the boys. You miss the way Baby and Romance readjust themselves in their sitting positions.

“I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno,” you slightly dip down with one leg posed out. Romance follows the curve of your leg as you stick it out.

You continue dancing and singing while the boys watch on. They watch until you hit one specific line.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love. Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah. Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

You get down on your knees, turn to the side and stick your hips up, curving your back so you’re in doggy position while looking in the mirror. Gulping before saying lowly, “have you ever tried this one?”

Jinu and Abby take in deep breathes before letting out slow breathes, nearly scruffing the other boys to keep them from grabbing you. Mystery does his best to keep heat from going down his face, but his lip wobbles as the position you were in flashes in his mind.

Baby and Romance aren’t doing much better, imagining you bent over while their hands roam your hips. Gripping your flesh and kneading it while they have their way with you.

You are none the wiser as you continue, getting off the floor. Continuing in the song while the boys barely restrain themselves from stopping and going to have their way with you.

"Adore me, hold me and explore me, Mark your territory, tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one," you sing calmly now kneeling on the floor bringing one hand up the middle of your chest to rest on your neck. Jinu's eyes briefly flash to his demon eyes as he clenches his jaw and crosses his arms to keep a hold of himself.

"Adore me, hold me and explore me, I'm so fuckin' horny," Baby clenches his jaw so hard, he swears a tooth cracked, "tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one," You slowly drag the hand from your throat down your chest and navel before getting off the floor.

You continue until you finish the last chorus of the song, slightly out of breath before you sit on the floor with your legs out and head tipped back.

"Ah, I'm so tired," you mutter out while gulping down some air, "that song is so dirty," you laugh a little bit with your eyes closed.

You fail to notice the way the five men are looking at you. The way they rake their eyes over your form, to the way your head is tipped back, to the way your chest rises and falls. Watching how you really are in almost the perfect position for them to grab your head and use it how they want.

Jinu is the first to move, walking silently to stand just behind where your head is. You only notice he's there when the light dims behind your eyelids, cracking them open and blinking in surprise as you look up in surprise.

You make a slight noise, now seeing how this position is not exactly the most innocent looking. Now moving so your head is looking in front of you. Heat crawls up your face as you look at the other four and they are in different states after the dance.

Coughing a bit to ease the tension you smile a little at the boys deciding to tease them.

"Enjoy the dance, boys?"

You say in a teasing voice, not expecting a serious answer, not even expecting any answer at all. It's not until you look towards Mystery and see him shudder a bit at what you said that you feel a little awkward. It's not the first time you've danced like that in front of men, hell not even the first time you've danced in front of attractive men, but something about them is just different.

Something about them just makes you feel different.

"You guys are being oddly quiet, what happened, was it silly?" Now a little self-conscious, you swallow your spit.

Jinu, still the closest towards you bends a little and pushes your head so it tips back to look him in the eyes.

"Quite the opposite, actually," he mutters, eyes lidded as they watch the sweat drip from your chin down to between your cleavage.

"The opposite, huh," you respond back not daring to break the eye contact between Jinu and you. Not until you see movement from behind him and watch Abby move to stand in front of the door blocking anyone from looking in.

Romance is the next to move, nearing you as he crouches down next to your ear and whispers, "we quite enjoyed it actually, especially that little pose of yours."

Your face heats as you clench your jaw when you can feel how close he is from how his breath is hitting your ear. You dare to look away from Jinu and look towards Romance, noting how his eyes are looking across your face wondering just how flushed he could make it from putting you in other positions.

"Do you do a different position each time or the same one?" Baby asks as he walks to move in front of you. Standing in front while looking down, scanning your face.

"I do- I uh choose a different pose each time, that's kind of the- the gag," wincing a bit at your word choice, " behind it, that there's a lot of positions," you respond back suddenly very aware of where you are. Baby hums a bit, his eyes going up as if in deep thought.

"So that means you know more positions? Hm?"

Mystery pipes up still seated against the wall.

"How many do you know?"

Abby asks, his head tilted up as he watches through the door for anyone coming down the hall.

You think briefly about getting up, but before you can make any move Baby is crouched down on his heels between your legs, looking you in your eyes. Smirking a bit, he watches your face in some satisfaction at how bashful you get.

You’re caged on essentially all sides, Jinu behind you, Romance to your right and Baby crouched in front of you. You couldn’t move even if you tried, if you wanted to move that is.

“I uh,” you clear your throat feeling it get dry at the gazes that are on you, “yeah I, I know a few more.”

"Yeah? Show us."

Abby all but demands from you, still positioned in front of the door, occasionally flicking his eyes out. You can feel your heart stutter as your mouth drops open at his words, "I, you don't really want that. It ruins the surprise!"

You awkwardly laugh out, playing with your hair nervously. Romance takes your hand from your hair and rubs the back of it slowly. Breathing heavily, your eyes flick to Romance's and you swallow as your face flushes.

Jinu chuckles behind you, leaning down to your left ear before breathing out, "don't feel like you have to, you can say no, princess."

Your chest rises and falls quickly at the sound of Jinu's voice breathing huskily in your ear. Just as you go to move, Abby whistles from the door alerting the guys to someone approaching from down the hall. In just a second, all the boys move away from you, leaving you with your eyes blown wide and feeling heat pooling in your lower belly.

You curse whoever was coming down the hall for stopping this from going even further.

It's now been a week since that moment in the dance room and things have slowly been progressing ever since. There have been lingering touches, like Jinu placing his hand on your waist when going behind you to grab something. Abby pulling your hair to the side to purposefully speak into your ear, putting his arm around your shoulder. Baby will speak directly into your ear sometimes, breathing into it leading to you getting shivers down your spine.

Let's not even start with Romance, he is regularly grabbing your waist and grabbing the back of your neck and rubbing it, calling you names like 'sweetheart' and 'babe' while looking into your eyes. Mystery is the only one who's been more subtle with his affection, bringing you your favorite drinks and snacks. Though he can get touchy sometimes, but not often.

They've slowly been getting closer and closer to you, it's now that you guess they've finally had it as you're surrounded by them in your apartment after inviting them over to finally spend some time with them.

You think you've definitely gotten into something you can't get out of.

[reveriebae]

Prologue - Another Day in Eden Heights

ICE ON MY TITS SERIES

<<MASTERLIST | CHAPTER 1>>

You weren’t trying to be the center of attention. Not really. You just liked the feel of silk against bare skin. You liked the night breeze sneaking under your robe while you watered your tiny balcony plants in fuzzy slippers. You liked hearing your own heels click on the hallway tile. That wasn’t a crime.

It’s not your fault Eden Heights was filled with men who looked like walking sins and acted like your door was a revolving one.

You’d lived here for three months. Long enough to know which walls were thin. Long enough to learn who came home late. Long enough to learn whose stare lingered just a second too long when you passed by in your low-cut pajama top holding a cup of tea like it wasn’t the third time that night.

You lived in Room 203, right smack in the middle of the floor. Everyone had to walk past your door eventually. And more often than not, someone stopped. Or knocked. Or leaned a little too hard against the frame like they didn’t want to leave.

Eden Heights was chaos dressed as modern living—and your neighbors?

Oh. You’d learned their names.

Room 201 – Kim Hongjoong

Profession: Music Producer

He works odd hours. Always smells like coffee, leather, and unfinished lyrics. You hear him pacing late at night, music leaking through the walls like temptation. Sometimes he catches your eye through the balcony curtain. Shirtless. Hair damp. Staring like he’s composing something filthy just for you.

Room 202 – Park Seonghwa

Profession: Interior Designer

Impossibly clean, always in turtlenecks, and somehow glides when he walks. Seonghwa’s smile is pretty, but when he stands too close? That pretty turns dangerous. He offered to “fix” your living room layout once. You didn’t ask for help, but he was already moving furniture with his sleeves rolled up.

Room 204 – Jeong Yunho

Profession: Dance Instructor

Built like a Greek statue with the personality of a golden retriever. Yunho always says hi, always offers to help carry your stuff—and always finds a reason to stretch in tight sweatpants when you walk by. You swear he does it on purpose. You don’t mind.

Room 205 – Kang Yeosang

Profession: Web Developer

Mysterious. Quiet. Kind of too hot to be real. You’ve only seen Yeosang late at night, hoodie up, eyes sharp. He doesn’t talk much but looks at you like he already knows everything you’d do in bed. One time he held the elevator for you. He didn’t say a word. You still think about it.

Room 206 – Choi San

Profession: Personal Trainer

San is a walking thirst trap. Shirtless at 9am. Shirtless at 9pm. Shirtless in the elevator. He trains downstairs and always invites you—says he can “show you how to stretch properly.” You said no. Your thighs said maybe.

Room 207 – Song Mingi

Profession: Bartender

Tall, chaotic, and full of charm. Mingi gets home when everyone else is asleep and still manages to text the group chat like he’s wide awake. Smells like liquor and expensive cologne. Accidentally flirted with you before realizing you were his neighbor. Never stopped.

Room 208 – Jung Wooyoung

Profession: Bartender/Dancer

Loud. Flashy. Shameless. His humor is unfiltered, his flirting is dangerous, and his mouth is both the problem and the prize. He bartends downtown, dances on weekends, and struts through Eden Heights like it's his own personal catwalk.

He’s the guy who knows where the party is—or is the reason it got shut down.

Room 209 – Choi Jongho

Profession: Medical student

Responsible. Reliable. Hot as hell. Jongho’s the type who’ll fix your microwave without asking and leave before you can offer anything back. But when he looks at you? It’s not innocent. It’s clinical. Calculated. Like he’s reading your pressure points and wondering which one would make you moan first.

And just like that, another day ends in Eden Heights.

You shut your curtains. Or maybe you don’t.

You lock your door. Or maybe you forget.

Somewhere in the hallway, footsteps echo past midnight.

And your phone lights up.

Group Chat: “EDEN HEADS 🍆🌆”

Mingi: "Who tf left their bra in the laundry room again 😭"

San: “It’s pink. It’s lace. And it’s mine now.”

Yeosang: “Shut up.”

Yunho: “Not gonna lie it looked expensive.”

Hongjoong: “Don’t touch it. Let her come get it herself.”

Seonghwa: “How do you know it’s hers?”

Jongho: “It smells like her.”

Mingi: “…Jongho?”

Jongho: “What?”

You: “That bra’s retired. You can keep it.”

San: “Holy fuck.”

Mingi: “God help us.”

Yeosang: “Too late.”

Another day in Eden Heights, huh?

You smirk.

This place might just kill you.

Or fuck you.

Or both.

[kaliuchisangel]

can you do a Malachi x reader one where reader is like a great tumbler and does really cool flops on the tour

Eyes on You

Pairing: Malachi Barton x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Fluff

Requests: open

A/N: ofc. I hope you like this. Enjoy!

The backstage area was alive with chaos—stagehands hustling with cables, dancers stretching in the wings, the heavy thump of bass from the act onstage rattling the floor. You stood near the curtain, earbuds in, running through the routine in your head.

Your role wasn’t just dancing—you were the one with the insane tumbling passes everyone whispered about. Flips that made the crowd scream louder than the pyrotechnics.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called softly, pulling you from your thoughts.

You turned to find Malachi leaning casually against a lighting rig, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Even in the half-lit backstage glow, he had that infuriating smile—the one that was equal parts comforting and distracting.

“Nervous?” he asked, tilting his head as he stepped closer.

You sighed, bouncing lightly on your toes. “A little. It’s the biggest crowd we’ve had so far. If I mess up one flip—”

“You won’t.” He cut you off, his voice steady. “You’re literally the best tumbler I’ve ever seen. Everyone’s been waiting for your part of the show. No pressure.”

“Wow, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, though the corner of your mouth betrayed a smile.

“Seriously, Y/N,” Malachi said, and this time there was no teasing in his tone. “You’re gonna kill it. I’ll be right here watching.”

The stage manager’s voice cut through the comms: “Dancers, ready in thirty seconds!”

Your heart pounded as you joined the line heading onstage. Malachi gave you a thumbs-up from the shadows.

The moment you stepped into the blinding stage lights, the roar of the crowd swallowed you whole. You barely heard the music cue, but your body knew what to do.

The opening tumbling pass came fast—a round-off, three back handsprings, then a full-twisting layout that landed perfectly center stage. The arena erupted.

You didn’t have time to bask in it—your muscles carried you straight into a whip pass, your feet flipping over your head in effortless rhythm with the beat. Each landing sent another wave of cheers crashing through the venue.

Somewhere in the corner of your eye, you saw Malachi peeking from behind the curtain, his jaw literally hanging open.

You hit the final sequence: a punch front into an aerial, rolling to your knees as the pyro burst behind you. The timing was perfect. The crowd lost their minds.

When the number ended, you held your finishing pose for an extra beat, soaking in the sound of thousands of fans screaming.

The moment you made it offstage, Malachi was waiting.

“That. Was. INSANE.” He clapped obnoxiously, drawing stares from the crew. “I’m not even kidding, I think my heart stopped halfway through that first pass.”

You laughed breathlessly, tugging your water bottle from the table. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” He stepped closer, eyes shining. “The crowd was freaking out. People in the front row were literally filming just you. Twitter’s gonna be on fire tonight.”

“Oh, please,” you muttered, though your cheeks warmed.

“No, really,” Malachi said, his voice softening. “You just stole the whole show, Y/N. I swear I’m dating a superhero.”

“Superhero?” you teased. “Is that what we’re calling tumblers now?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, grinning. “Because no regular human can flip like that. You defy gravity. And i—”

He cut himself off, but the look in his eyes made your chest ache.

“—you what?” you asked quietly.

Malachi gave a small, crooked smile. “I’m your number one fan. That’s all I was gonna say.”

Before you could respond, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you in a quick, warm hug that caught you completely off guard. And then, in true Malachi fashion, he kissed your cheek, right there in the middle of the bustling backstage hallway.

“Malachi!” you whispered, half-scandalized, half-smiling as the crew erupted in teasing oohs and whistles.

He just smirked, tugging you closer by the hand. “What? You deserved a little celebration.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket with notifications—clips from your performance already going viral. But none of it mattered as much as the way Malachi was still looking at you, like you’d just moved the world.

And maybe, in that moment, you really had.

[rbfclassy]

MONEY LOVE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji loves to come into the club every week and spend his time watching you dance, finding himself infatuated with you

INFO...toji x stripper fem!reader, no smut, sexual tension, toji is kinda older, toji is rich, talks of blowjob, talks of sex, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

welcome to my second account everyone I’m @classyrbf but now I’m writing on here cause I’m shadowbanned so do not be alarmed if the writing and layout is similar bc it is me lol

At the end of every Friday, Toji finds himself driving to the strip club at the edge of town. The one that’s always crowded with gross old men looking to take one the dancers home for the night, ones that could never keep their hands to themselves, and eventually get kicked out for being too drunk. As much as he dislikes it, he only goes there for one thing. You.

He sits there, narrow eyes watching your figure sway around the pole, heels hitting the floor with each step you took. The bitter alcohol burns his throat as he takes a sip, watching the way you bend over in front of him, arching your back. All the others mutter around him, catcalling you and saying the most cliche things, but Toji keeps his thoughts to himself. Instead, he pulls out a wad of cash, counting the bills one by one. “Sweetheart,” he calls out to get your attention. You slowly turn towards him with a small smile. He hands you a few bills before saying, “keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll earn the rest.”

Toji knows that you’ve seen him before, always comes around the same time, the only man who tips big in this shitty town. The others just watch and get their dicks hard. With him, you’ve taken a liking, even if you didn’t know his name. He kept to himself, a reserved man, but he only ever watched you, wanted you. It made you feel special in a way. You kneel down in front of Toji, smirking at him. “What’s your name, Mister?” You ask, chuckling. Toji stares you down, a stoic expression on his face. “Oh, come on. You’re not gonna answer? I see you in here all the time,” you tease, reaching out to touch his hand. Still, no answer.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here!” The others shout out, whistling. You pull away from Toji, strutting across the stage to give the other men a show, wrapping your leg around the pole and twirling around it.

It isn’t until almost the end of your shift when your manager tells you someone requested a private dance. You were exhausted, but still, all you were thinking about was the money. Hopefully, whoever this person was had it. You changed into another scandalous outfit, freshening up before you headed over to the private rooms. Slowly opening the door, your eyes met with Toji’s. “Still here?” You smiled, shutting the door behind you.

He sat on the velvet couch, legs spread, the purple led lights bouncing off of his skin. You walked over to him, standing in between his legs as he stared up at you. “What is it that you’re looking for, hm?” You asked, leaning over so you were face to face with him. Your lips were only inches away from his. “I see you every week, same day, same time, yet I don’t even know your name.”

“Toji Fushiguro,” he answered, plainly.

“And what is it that you want, Toji?” Your hands slowly pushed him back, brining your legs over his waist, straddling him. The scent of expensive cologne filled your lungs.

He found it hard not to touch you right now, your body pressed right against him and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. He’s become infatuated with you, more infatuated than he’s ever wanted to be. He stared you in the eye, catching the glint and that smirk you always have. He finally decided to break the silence. “I want you.”

A laugh erupted from your chest as you shook your head at him. “We don’t do those kinds of services here. Strictly a strip club, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding what I’m saying, sweetheart. I don’t mean sex,” he scoffed.

“Oh.” You blinked, shocked.

“I wanna take you on a date, spend time with you. You’re a beautiful girl who deserves more than old creeps trying to fuck her every second just because she’s doing her job. Though, it completely your choice.” He slightly tilted his head to the side.

“Do you…mean it?” You asked, mostly at a loss for words.

“When are you free?” He questioned.

“All day tomorrow, I’m not doing a thing,” you replied.

“Good.” He picked you up off of his lap, sitting you on the couch. “Here’s my number, text me.” He handed you a small slip of paper. “Oh, and here’s the rest of that cash.” He pulled out the wad of cash he had in his hand earlier, giving it to you like nothing. “When are you off work?”

“Um,” you stared up at his tall and muscular figure, “in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll take you home, I’ll be outside.” He walked out the room, leaving you sitting there on the couch dumbfounded. Did that seriously just happen? Muffled club music filled your ears as you sat there, staring into the room. Your gaze slowly shifted to the money in your hand, a mix of five thousand and ten thousand yen bills.

The back door the club squeaked as you opened it, the night breeze hitting you in the face as soon as you stepped out. A small shiver sent up your spine, heels clicking against the pavement, eyes wandering around the parking lot for Toji. Turning the corner, you caught sight of him. He was leaning against his car, cigarette in hand as he blew the excess smoke from his lungs. A smile crept up on your face, slowly walking over to him. “Hey,” you spoke, catching his attention.

He looked up, seeing you standing right in front of him. You adjusted the duffel bag you had on your shoulder, full of the money you made tonight and the outfits you had brought along. “You ready?” He asked, flicking his cigarette on the floor and snuffing it with his shoe. You gave a simple nod. He opened the passenger door for you, allowing you to get it first and shutting it behind you. The gesture made you smile even if it was the bare minimum. You’ve barely met this guy, yet he’s the first to treat you with more respect than anyone you’ve ever met. “Where do you live, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I live on 51st street, you know those apartments by the highway,” you informed.

“Yeah, I know, I pass by there all the time heading to work.” He reversed out of the parking lot, looking over his shoulder to make sure no cars were approaching.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything from me? Like at all? Not even a kiss? Heated makeout session? A blowjob?” You asked, laughing slightly.

Toji chuckled at you, shaking his head, “as much as I would love those things, no”

“Really?!” You asked, surprised.

“Really.” He glanced at you.

“Mmm, then how about after our first date?” You asked in a sultry tone.

“Do you really wanna fuck me that bad?” He stopped the car at a red light, turning his head to look at you.

“You kind of make it hard for me to not want to,” you explained, placing your hands around his arm, hugging it towards you.

“And why is that?” He placed his finger under your chin, lifting your chin. Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared into his dark eyes, feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest.

“You’re the first guy to ever treat me nicely,” you quietly told.

“As much as I’m flattered, it’s basic human decency. So, get used to it, yeah?” The light turned green, Toji tearing his gaze away from you as he began to drive again. You put your hands back in your lap, fiddling with the fabric of your duffel bag. The rest of the car ride was silent, but not awkwardly silent. It was peaceful, the roads empty, and feeling the small breeze on your skin from the cracked window. It was almost enough to put you asleep until the car came to a full stop.

You looked up to see you were in front of your apartment building. As you undid your seatbelt, Toji stopped you. “Tomorrow five o’clock, I’ll be here.”

“And I’ll be ready.” You smiled. He watched you open the car door before you stopped and turned back to face him. You leaned in planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” you muttered and stepped out of the car. He made sure you got in the building safely before pulling off. The scent of your perfume lingered in the car, and he could feel the lipgloss from your kiss still on his cheek, though he felt no need to wipe it off. He knew he was going to make you his girl the moment he laid eyes on you that night three months ago.

[wintfleur]

HOMEGROWN HONEY !

“I bet the boys at home can’t leave you alone“

small town sweetheart .ᐟᅟ red cowboy boots. everything cherry. crowd pleaser. blows kisses. rodeo princess. tight blue jeans. autographs people’s chest. lana del rey & shania twain. flirty smiles. honeyed voice. competitive. dimpled beauty.

⠀﹙ 🐴 ﹚

barrel racer stella who’s whole family is like rodeo royalty, her mother being a barrel racing icon, her father being an iconic bull rider. Her brothers quinn and jack being bull riders, while luke is a bronc rider. Then there is stella following in her mother’s footsteps.

barrel racer stella who always kisses her boyfriend rutger before one of her events, he is a bull rider and the two of them are known as an iconic rodeo couple. The two of them are very good at team roping.

barrel racer stella who has more buckle bunny’s than her brothers, she has a very flirty and sweet personality that has the fans going crazy. Stella always waits after events to give autographs, most of the girls asking for her to sign their chest or ass.

barrel racer stella who has achieved a few championship titles, and is on a winning streak. she’s a well loved figure in the barrel racing community. Inspiring young girls to join the sport.

barrel racer stella who knows how to work/please the crowd, her interviews always go viral. She loves blowing kisses to the crowd, giving teasing winks to the camera. The crowd/media loves her.

barrel racer stella who has an amazing rv, it always has great vibes, her friends always coming over to relax and chill before or after the events. Her and Rutger have been caught a few times doing ‘inappropriate’ things in her rv.

barrel racer stella who has a beautiful voice, she loves singing and playing the guitar. Her music is definitely country/indie. She likes to go and do little concerts at bars. she’s a very good line dancer. She’s definitely the life of the party!

barrel racer stella who’s family ranch/farm is known as being one of the best, they hold a lot of events. Her parents holding clinics for helping train people and animals for the rodeo. Stella has her own home on the property (so does her brothers) they are all near the main house.

barrel racer stella who has a YouTube channel where she posts vlogs, tutorials on barrel racing and etc. she has done a wonderful job at giving the sport more exposure. She has been an announcer for a few rodeos/events and the people love her.

barrel racer stella who’s motto is ‘family above everything’ her family and friends are very important to her. The hughes family are very close, and is seen as an iconic family in the media. They have done many interviews together. There is talks that they are going to have their own television show.

“Man! I feel like a woman!”

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𝓻oro’s note. guys idk what happened….i blinked and then boom i made this !! I guess this is just an alternate universe….maybe i should make a masterlist, just for this au? Please let me know!! it’s basically an au….in a au 😭

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[suthnmeh]

Robot Dreams - Roller skate sequence animation

I love that canonnically Dog is good at nothing... except for roller-skating.

So I was in charge of Layout, Rough, Tie-down and sometimes Clean-up for a good part of the September sequence. The ones in b&w are clean-ups. The ones in color I only animated and someone else cleaned, I just didn't keep my version of those for some reason. I drew so many tiny wheels guys TvT So many...

I also worked on the reprise, right at the end, having to reinterpret the same dance moves without the skates.

The director Pablo Berger made a trip to film a couple of Roller Skate dancers, and that's what I had as reference for the whole dance sequence. I believe they're both in the credits!