#dancer reader

[misstycloud]

[Yandere.Rich man x ballerina reader]

(I don’t actually know much about ballet so forgive me if things are incorrect!)

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Rich. Yandere who was pestered by his friend and his wife to join them at the opera house and enjoy a performance. The couple had asked him numerous times before but he’d always declined. He was a workaholic and didn’t have any other commitments, so there was no need to break his routine. Although he would never admit it to anyone- he barely does to himself- he often find himself imagining a different life; one where he had a wife to welcome him home every evening. Perhaps a few children too. There was no sound besides himself and the staff in his home, it would be so very nice to hear the noise of running feet and happy chatter echo through the empty halls.

Rich. Yandere who is lonely above all else. His family is dead and he has next to no friends- the only one he has is married and devote all his time to keep him company. He knows that he doesn’t have the best track-record of being the kindest person in the world, and he might not be the friendliest or the most out-going, still, doesn’t he deserve some love too?

Rich. Yandere who eventually give into his friends demand and goes with them to the opera. As they took their seats- the expensive and best ones, of course- his friends wife babble on about her favourite dancer. They were regulars there and had seen many performances. He simply sighed and leaned back into his seat, waiting for the show to begin. He could only hope that it’ll be somewhat enjoyable since he doesn’t like wasting his time.

Rich. Yandere who was prepared for it to be a dreadful 3 hours, rubbing his eyes and suffering from lack of blood-flow in his legs. Oh how wrong he was. Instantly his gaze zoomed into you as soon as you stepped forward from behind the curtain. You were so beautiful and you moved your body gracefully to the music. It was magical. While he knew close to nothing about ballet, he knew that the point of it were for the women to look like they’re floating, and it’s exactly what you were doing.

Rich. Yandere who is instantly enamoured with you. As someone who’s never felt love this was all a brand new experience for him. He asked his friend and his wife if they knew who you were, since they frequent the opera so much. And turns out the wife did know who you were; you were her favourite after all. Rich. Yandere was never close with her or particularly liked her even, but he had to give it to her: she has excellent taste in performers.

Rich. Yandere who starts looking up information regarding you. It’s be your name, age, background, family, where you went to school and where you live. Everything. He also begins donating a lot of money to the opera house. In a short amount of time he’s become their nr.1 funder. The managers and owners are ecstatic at the news! They ask why he’s so generous and he simply answers that he loves culture and thinks it’s important it doesn’t disappear. Then, they wonder if there is anything they can do for him return, to which he smiles in response.

“Well, I do suppose there is one dancer I would be delighted to meet in person.”

Rich. Yandere who you feel uncomfortable around. He is so strange. You were just a normal ballerina, a dancer, no better or worse than anyone before your time. That’s why you can’t fathom the interest this wealthy man has taken in you. You two came form completely different worlds! But what can you do when your bosses not-so-gently urge you to see this man alone? You dont have any other skills and can’t apply to another job if you get fired.

Rich. Yandere who is determined to make you fall for him the way he has fallen for you. He’ll take care of you, love you and protect you. You don’t have to worry about a thing. He will do anything for his love.

“Don’t be scared, just keep on dancing, my little dancer.”

[alastor-simp]

Alastor + Angel Dust Reacting To Female Reader Being A Really Good Dancer💃🏼

❥Summary: Your boyfriend and you have been dating for a while, and they are very interested in learning more about you. One day in the hotel, they discover a special talent of yours, leaving them starstruck.

❥Tags: alastor x reader, angel dust x reader, dancer, headcannon, boyfriends, lovers, hazbin hotel headcannon, boyfriend reactions, fluff, romance, some suggestive stuff

❥Warnings: A bit suggestive and swears

❥Notes: Always wanted to write something like this! Hope you guys enjoy.

✪Them Finding You✪

Both you and your significant other have been dating for a few months in the Pride Ring. It honestly came out of nowhere, but the both of you were content with each other. Since the relationship was brand new, there were still some things the both of you didn't know a whole lot about the other, maybe some favorite foods and fashion choices, but nothing more than that. The both of you would communicate and want to learn more about the other, but not to the point it made the other uncomfortable.

One afternoon, they were heading over to your room to bring you a snack from the kitchen, since it has been a while since they last saw you. Upon coming closer to your room, sounds of music could be heard from the other side. The door was slightly cracked, allowing them to peak through it. Looking through, their eyes widen at the sight of you, performing a very alluring dance routine.

✪Your Dance✪

Alastor🦌

🦌"My my, quite an impressive talent." Alastors gazed at you with smouldering eyes, smile widening at the sight of you.

🦌He had found you very shy and sweet when he first met you, causing him to drop his guard around you, as it would hurt his soul to treat you like he treated the others.

🦌Now he came to discover this side of you, and his heartbeat was skyrocketing. Never has he seen someone move so sensually before since his time in hell. Some of the moves you did cause some confusion as he was from 1900s, so he was more familiar with the Charleston or the Jitterbug.

🦌Your dance routine had come to an end, as Alastor saw you paused the music from your radio. Alastor had opened the door wide to your room, and began to clap his hands, honoring your little performance, causing you to jump in shock.

🦌"Bravo, my dear!" Alastor was smiling widely, as he made his way towards you, while your face was flushed pure red, having realized that Alastor was watching you the whole time. Alastor was right in front of you, head tilted at you. "What is wrong, darling?".

🦌Your broke out of your thoughts at Alastors question, looking to the side, twirling your hair with your fingers. "N-nothings wrong. Just..um..did you see all of that?" You hesitantly asked. Alastor chuckled at your question, leaning his head down further towards yours, making you turn even redder.

🦌"HAHA! Every bit of it, my dear! You never mentioned to me that you had an amusing talent like this." You kept looking down to the floor, twiddling your fingers. "Oh, I always loved dancing when I was younger, so I self taught myself certain moves and went from there." A hand made its way towards your chin, causing you to turn your face up towards Alastor, as he was gazing at you with desire.

🦌"It was very enchanting to watch. I wouldn't mind requesting a private show from you in the near future. Possibly in my chambers perhaps?" His finger traced your lips, as the static from his voice dissipated, letting you know he was being serious. Shivers spread through your body, and you felt like you could melt right now with how Alastor was looking at you.

🦌Nodding your head, you told Alastor you wouldn't mind doing that. Chuckling, Alastor leaned closer, placing a small kiss on your forehead. "Lovely~. Now, my dear. If you wouldn't mind, can I teach you some moves from my era? I'm sure you will enjoy it!"

Angel Dust🕷

🕷"HOLY SHIT ON A CRACKER!!!" Angel's thoughts exploded when he saw you busting a move in your room. Shit, you could move better than him!!!!

🕷Angel made it blatantly aware how good he was at his services in your relationship, including pole dancing. He cooled it down with you, as he assumed you weren't really use to that type of stuff and he believes in consent and making his lover comfortable in the relationship, so he put the very dirty comments and actions away for you.

🕷Seeing you dance like this was like a slap to the face. You were just a cute itty bitty little thing and here you were dropping it low, in HIGH HEELS!?! Oh no, this wasn't good, he was getting horny watching this.

🕷The music soon came to an end, and you slowly rose from the floor, moving your hands to fix your hair. The sound of the door slamming opened made you jump, and you turned to see Angel running towards you, picking you up of the ground and holding you up in the air.

🕷OH MY SATAN!!! TOOTS!!, WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL ME YOU WERE SUCH A SKILLED DANCER!! Angel kept spinning you around, smiling so wide his golden tooth was flashing so much. Your mind was still in a state of shock, especially now that Angel found out about your little hobby. "It's nothing special, Angel. Its just dancing."

🕷Angel had literally put you back down and began to shake you. "ITS. NOT. JUST. DANCING!!!!" He empathize each word with a shake. He soon stopped and placed both of his hands on your cheeks, making you look up at him, as he bent down a bit to reach your level. "That was by far the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life." Angel whispered to you, as he looked at you lovingly, rubbing his thumb against your cheeks as he continued to hold them.

🕷Your heart skipped a bit as you continued to stare at Angel. Smiling, you lifted one of your hands to place it against his own, muttering a "thanks." Angel smirked and began to pull you towards him. He sat on the bed, positioning your body to sit on his lap. "Would love to have you teach me some of those moves. Whatcha think toots? Would you mind being my teacher? I'll be a really good student, trust me." Smirking, you leaned closer, giving Angel a kiss, before pulling back "Sure."

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[coolgrl111]

Can you pretty pretty pretty please (cherry on top) do a social media au with Mike faist?? Y/n is a salsa dancer and eheheeheh pretty please

mike faist social media au

something different!! fun!! do we like?? i don’t know if i do

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[darkromance-princess]

CANT FAKE IT

Katsuki Bakugo x Dancer Reader

warnings: FLUFF, SOFT BAKUGO, FEELS KATSUKI CUS WHY NOT

SONG USED: CANT FAKE IT BY FREYA SKYE ALL SONG CREDITS TO HER OF COURSE

Authors note: word count 1485 PLEASE DO NOT REPOST ON HERE OR ANYWHERE ELSE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK PLEASE DO SEND IN ASKS I NEED MORE IDEAS PLEASE LIKE AND REBLOG! LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANK YOU! MWAH!

Bakugou has heard of dancing quirks but he's never actually seen someone have one and to say that you have him absolutely shocked is an understatement he didn't know someone's body could move in such ways and he didn't even mean that sexually although it didn't help that he couldn't stop looking at the way you move, the way you explained your quirk was that moving converts energy and that makes your attacks more powerful but you have to keep moving so you've incorporated dancing into your fighting style it's actually very impressive and the other part of your quirk when you sing it hypnotizes anyone who your fighting or anyone you're focusing on, it puts them in a fuzzy headspace where its hard to focus. 

So not only does your body move so elegantly but you also have the voice of an angel you're like a god katsuki swears right now you weren't singing just dancing and the only reason why he was even watching you dance was that he heard pop music and he was highly confused because he dislikes it and he was about to yell at whoever was blasting it and then he saw you and it made sense it was of the songs you wrote, he liked your songs a little more than any others so he’ll give you that. As you danced you had no idea he was watching and listening intently to the song this was one he hadn’t heard he pulled out his phone and went to his search engine to ask it what song this was and once he found it he added it to his Spotify as he was listening he realized that the song about a crush you had little did he know it was about him you and him were close but he's always had a crush on you but right now you two were kinda in an odd spot either of you wanted to tell each other about the feelings you had for one another. 

As the music picks up so do you, you weren't even doing one of the many choreographies you know you were just dancing for fun he loved when you danced for fun he caught you dancing in his kitchen one time and that's when it hit him at he was in love with you he just laughed and stood there watching you dance with your headphone on not even knowing he was even there and when you turned around and saw he was there you jumped so high and then just made him laugh harder when he heard you start singing along it brought him back to the present the lyrics flow to his ears   “Know you can’t listen for one more second Have to get burnt and learn my lesson Take it too far Break my own heart Wanna say it’s over but I just can’t fake it Caught up in the mess I’m making Can’t let you go and it’s so frustrating Take it too far Break my own heart

Wanna say it’s over but I just can’t fake it”  you sing at the top of your lungs jumping around like you were in katsukis apartment and as soon as you stop dancing to take a breath katsuki takes a deep breath and realize enough is enough he's in love with you and he's done hiding it he stalks towards you turns you around before you can even say anything he kisses you with everything he has and it's not short either he's waiting for you to realize he's kissing you. 

 Your eye shoot open to see katsuki and it takes you a second to kiss him back with the same energy he kissed you with, your hands end up in his hair his hands on your waist squeezing and your music fades away as you just get lost in the kiss when you come up for air you gasp and ask gently “Did we just kiss or am I dreaming again?” you giggle and all katsuki does is kiss you again but right before his lips meet yours he whispers “I'm so in love with you” you smile into the kiss, katsuki bakugou just said he's in love with you, you couldn't be more happier you pull away from the kiss to go back to jumping and dancing but this time it's from pure happiness and katsuki laughs and smiles actually smiles.

    Kiri overhears his best friend laugh and he knows only a few people can get him to laugh like that so he peeks his head into the dance studio and sees you dancing and jumping he sees the way his best friend looks at you and then he spots the little bit lipstick on the side of his lips and he speaks up making you both whip around and blush “fucking finally thought we were gonna have to choose sides” “WE?!” both you and bakugou say in unison “ yeah it's no secret that you both were made for each other everyone knows so be prepared for the fan girling from the girls” kiri laughs and walks away leaving you two be you and katsuki laugh slightly scared you know how Mina and Ochaco are especially since Mina is dating Kiri and Ochaco is dating Izuku.

Your eyes grow wide as you relized that kiri was probably gonna tell Mina and that ment you and katsuki had to hide because if you wanted to doged the twenty questions from Mina and her squealing you’d have to leave now you look at katsuki and he comes to the relization at the same time you look at him you grab your phone real fast and your water bottle “ i need to grab different clothes cus im all sweaty” you say trying to head to your dorm katsuki grabs your hand before you can walk away “ screw that just shower at my place and you can wear a pair of my clothes i think you have a pair of shorts at my place anyway from the last load of laundry you did at my place” he saids as he rubs your palm with this thumb you were about to speak as you heard Mina yell your name you and katsuki book it to his car giggling once you’ve made it to his place he helps you into the shower hes always wondered what it’d be like washing your hair for you so thats exactly what he does he washes your hair and you wash his and you are just in awe that you’re finally dating the man of your dreams you two have a little makeout session in the shower nothing too over the top. 

  Katsuki helps you dry off and as he goes looking for your shorts you left with him as you throw on one of his iconic skull shirts it's practically like a dress on you and you wouldn't have it any other way katsuki comes back with your shorts and he looks at you like you hung the sky “ God you are so gorgeous” he says as he walks over to you cupping your cheek and you stand on your tiptoes to lean up to place a gentle kiss on his lips as he smiles into the kiss after you both pull away you whisper for the first time “I'm in love with you too katsuki” the way you whisper his name makes him break out in goose bumps your hand runs down his abbs and stop right before the edge of his sweats feeling him tense up but in a flexing way you gently grab the shorts from his other hand and you put them on before pulling him into his bed giggling as he tripped and fell on you. 

You both get comfy in each other's arms as he puts on one of the Star Wars movies and plays with your hair as you doze off on his chest all that dancing made you tired and he wouldn't have ended his day any other way he has one of his best friends and the love of his life asleep lightly snoring away he's gonna have to tease you about your baby snoring when you wake up katsuki scrolls on his phone seeing a few texts from the Class 1-A group chat he wasn't even gonna look he went straight to one of your favorite take out places menu and ordering dinner you must be hungry and he knows you after he's done with that he changes his phone wallpaper to a photo of you both and smiles to himself he sets an alarm for about ten minutes from when dinner was supposed to arrive and he closes his eye succumbing to sleep while he keeps your cold little feet warm and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.

[idontplaytrack]

✧ ‘…a lot of things happen in parked cars.’

Janis ‘Imi’ike x tall dancer! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. dom!reader/bratty sub! Janis + switch dynamics. Mentions of masturbation and phone sex, clothing gag(Janis receiving), squirting(reader receiving)

Requested? [Yes]/No ps. I'm not a dancer so pls forgive any errors in terminologies :') here you go, anon! hope you like it.

Janis hasn’t seen you in two weeks. Because you’d been training for a dance competition and then out of town for it. So…that meant that you haven’t been able to see her as well. Your third and final competition was in Illinois, so you were at least closer to Janis. You'd been planning on surprising Janis the minute you were done with your competition once you found out that your last stop was back home.

Taking a final bow onstage with your teammates, you rushed offstage to change and get rid of your makeup. Weaving through the crowd of fellow dancers, and some parents, you've failed to spot a certain someone. You stood in front of a mirror backstage to remove your makeup, all the while thinking about being able to see Janis soon. In the reflection, a familiar silhouette catches your eye- you blink furiously and squinted, but it was long gone. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to gasp. "Oh, my God."

"Hi, y/n."

Janis...Janis?!

You quickly spun around and you saw her looking up at you. "What are you doing here?!" You asked excitedly, leaning down to capture her lips. Finally.

"To surprise you." She shrugs, "I just couldn't wait any longer to see you."

“Your hair…” You notice the colour change in the ends of her hair. It was now a dark pink.

“Decided it was time for a change.” She shrugs.

“Well, I think you look amazing as usual.” You smiled and she mirrors yours. “Let me just finish removing my makeup then we can go, alright?”

“Sure.” Her eyes fell onto your team’s trophy that was on a teammate’s dressing table behind you, “Second place? That’s amazing.”

“Eh.” You shrug. “Okay, I’m ready- let’s go.”

“Where to?” Asked Janis.

“How’d you get here? On Damian’s grandma’s jazzy?” You teased.

“No, he’s on a date.” She guffawed, “I got my license and a car.”

“Your what? And- a what?” You stopped in your tracks. “When was this?”

“A week ago.” She flashes you a playful grin, “How were you planning on getting outta here?”

“I didn’t think you’d come here, and my parents are both way too busy with their work to care, so probably the bus?” You shrugged.

“Okay…is your sister home?”

“Yes, she has her friends over. Why?”

“Then we’re not going to yours…” She pulls you in for a kiss. Not just any kiss, but a deep, longing one. You broke away, “And where do you suggest we go then?” You interlaced your fingers together.

“My house, but we’re gonna be spending some time in my car first.” Janis shrugs.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You ask, opening the door to the front passenger’s seat. You got in, and she does the same on the driver’s side.

“What do you think I’m saying, exactly?”

“That you’re horny.” You stated. Janis’ eyes widen, pursing her lips together as she started the car and drove off.

“Say it, tell me you want me to fuck you.” You demanded.

“In my car? Wow.” She quickly regained her composure. But that didn’t last for long, because once your hand found its way onto her thigh, she got flustered and you saw her cheeks flush a bright pink. “Two weeks is a long time, isn’t it, sweetheart?” You tickled her thigh lazily as she drove, “Besides…a lot of things happen in a parked car.” She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, telling you to wait. Then, she tells you to stop so you did, letting her drive in peace.

Eventually, you end up in a secluded park with her. No one was around, and with (barely) tinted windows, you had privacy to an extend. But, it was still a public place after all. “Get in the back?” You suggested, gathering that there was going to be barely enough room for both you and her up front. She obliged, quietly crawling into the backseat through the gap. While you on the other hand got out from the front seat and walked to the back, opening the door to get in. “Phone sex and touching yourself didn’t cut it?” You teased, twirling a lock of her hair with your finger as you cupped her cheek and kissed her.

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“You have curtains. Nice.” You realised, drawing them shut. She licked her lips, looking at you eagerly. “You wanna take your clothes off for me, baby?” You requested, fingers tracing her side. “Mhm.” She nodded, beginning to strip off her clothes, giving you a little show in the meantime. You watched her in anticipation and when she was fully naked, you pushed her onto the seat firmly but also making sure she didn’t hit her head on the door. Janis laid down across two seats, her legs spread wide open for you. She was absolutely ready for you- she’d been waiting for this moment for two weeks and it was finally within reach.

Beneath your touch, Janis was like putty- you could make her do whatever you please. “Palms up against the door.” You ordered, “I don’t want you to touch yourself.”

You’d gotten ahold of her underwear, holding on to it with your finger looped through the hems. You decided to stuff it in her mouth so she couldn’t make any noise for most of it. “Is that okay with you?” You asked her first, though. She agrees, so you went ahead with your decision. Next, your fingers started to tease her folds, ghosting her swelling clit in the process a few times. You saw her bit down onto the fabric in her mouth whenever you did, so that’s how you figured out where she wanted you to pay attention to first. Seeing that she was looking up at the ceiling of the car, you grabbed her face by the bottom of her chin so you could tilt it and have eye contact. “I want you to look at me, Janis. Look at me while I do this.” You smiled, leaning closer and closer to her cunt. Then, your tongue dove right in licking a stripe up from her entrance up to her clit. A muffled scream resounded through the small space.

“Naughty girl.” You chuckled against her folds, making her squirm, “So needy, so fast.” You spread her lips with your fingers to allow yourself easier access to her cunt, right as your middle and ring finger mercilessly rubbed her clit in circles. Loud whines and whimpers fell from her lips, you could hear them as though a layer of fabric wasn’t obstructing the sound.

“Look at me, baby girl. Don’t look away.” You reminded her, your voice low as you continued lapping up her juices that only seemed to keep flowing out of her. She was still looking at everywhere but where you wanted her to. “Look. At. Me.” You emphasised on each more. Your tongue alternated between pressing against her clit and circling it, forcing higher pitched sounds of pleasure from her throat. When you teeth were felt just grazing her sensitive bundle of nerves ever so slightly, her head snapped towards you in an instant, her eyes fixated on yours. Satisfied, you continued your mission to bring her to her climax. “Good girl.”

“y/n.” She calls your name, causing you to break away from her.

“Yeah?” You ask.

One of her hands leave its position on the door and she pointed to the piece of lingerie in her mouth. She wanted it out, so you removed it. “I’m sorry, it was getting a little- uh, a little suffocating.”

“That’s okay.” Your eyes softened as you observed her face, little beads of sweat were forming along her hairline, flyaways clung to her skin and her chest, heaving due to the slight breathlessness your advances. You placed the underwear on her stomach, soon paying no mind to it as you continued to pump your fingers in and out of her. As you continued to work her clit with your tongue, you feel Janis tighten around your fingers a couple times. “Oh, fuck,” She cursed. “Yeah, nothing beats you actually inside of me, y/n.”

“Good.” You smirked, curling up your two fingers inside her to attack her g-spot, at the same time having your thumb pressing down on her clit. A sure-fire move to push her over the edge. And goddamn, she was practically creaming on your fingers as her walls continued to clench around you in an erratic manner. Hearing her repeatedly moaning your name brought you close enough to your own orgasm without even needing any other form of stimulation from her- that’s how much you’d missed her in the two weeks. You were desperate for release, just like she was. Janis’ petite frame shook uncontrollably as she came down from her high, you found yourself whining hearing her voice, her noises…every little one sent electric shocks down your spine as you worked yourself to your peak. “Hey!” She exclaimed, “That’s not fair, babe. You said i couldn’t touch myself and here you are, touching yourself.”

“You wanna help me, then? Baby?” You pulled her up by the hand as she pushes your back against the door on your side.

“Of course, I do, y/n.” She grins happily, watching your dripping cunt. Janis grabs your ankles and held your legs above the height of her shoulders as she immediately plunged three fingers into your tightness to drive you nuts, moaning and crying for her.

“You’ve been such a good girl, Janis.” You smiled contentedly.

“Always have, always will.” She winks, her shyness was soon taken over by eagerness the more vocal you were. She enjoyed watching you fold under her actions, but not as much as she enjoyed being overpowered by you, having you boss her around. Still, you being the bottom was a treat for her all around. Her little trick to provide you with more friction as good as sends you flying over the edge as you watched yourself unravel, squirting all over her face. “Holy fuck!” You gasped, “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not.” She wipes her face off swiftly, “You’re so hot when you’re whining for me, y/n. Such a treat for me when you’re not the one fucking me into oblivion.”

You licked your lips, pursing them together in order to not give her what she wants- another whine from you. Your breath was ragged, your cheeks warm and red as she continued to stare into your soul, “Nuh-uh, we gotta play fair. You gotta keep your eyes on me too.” Janis caresses your cheek, crashing her lips onto your own. Her teeth tugs onto your lower lip just enough to give her a moan. “Can you give me one more, y/n?”

You knew she could make you come again. And she did, minutes after the first. Proudly having you shaking from the intense climaxes, she finally stops, allowing you catch your breath.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” You panted, referring to her topping you for a round two.

“Like you said…two weeks is a long time. I’ve learnt a thing or two from having to fuck myself every time I was yearning your touch.”

[lynnbeth5172]

Just me but…

I feel like there is so much potential with modern Aemond x dancer reader, LIKE!!! Especially if it could be enemies to lovers or sm cause then it could be close proximity

Or is this just me being me?

[obsessedwithitall]

Obsessed

I SAY YES TO ERAS DANCER!YN

i thought about this concept when i watched the eras tour film and you guys encouraged me to write it so here it is ! i enjoyed it a lot so i really hope you like it

ps. the usernames on the comments are taylor’s dancers ! (they’re all so cool i’m obsessed with them)

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram ready for hotel rooms to be my new home now 🕺

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audreydouglass ❤️

taylorfan1 she’s one of the eras tour dancers ! make sure to follow them all

gemmastyles Best of lucks !

janravanik Let’s go !

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Manila. March, 2023.

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harryfan1 BABYYYY

yourinstagram miss you 🤍

harryfan2 he’s pocket size

alessandro_michele ❤️

harryfan3 i love singlerry

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yourinstagram 2023 had a blank space, and i wrote @taylorswift in it. let the games begin, the era’s tour !

to the cast… i can’t wait to spend this season of life with you.

🫶✨💜🧣💃🖤🐍💘💋🪩🥂💛⏱️🍾🌃

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yourbestie Wishing you the best 💘💘

taylorfan1 YOU KILLED IT

nat_b_peterson A true star love you ❤️let’s do this

taylorfan2 my dream job

annetwist ❤️

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harryupdates HARRY ATTENDED OPENING NIGHT OF THE ERAS TOUR LAST NIGHT !!!!

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harryfan1 WTF???

harryfan2 NO WAY

taylorfan1 is that really him ??

taylorfan2 HUH?

harryfan3 OMFGGGGG THE IMPLICATIONS

taylorfan3 taylor’s best ex

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yourinstagram who’s coming to tampa night two?? let the games begin ⚡️

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taylorfan1 obsessed with them

gracieabrams Best one out there 🕺

taylorfan2 i love the tour dancers soooo much

taylorfan3 MY SHOWWW

gemmastyles I cannot wait to see this show

↳ harryfan1 gemma hello ???

FANS VIA TWITTER

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yourinstagram when your boy couldn’t make it to nashville but he’s a hopeless romantic lol

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taylorfan1 aweee

kamnsaunders That boy is head over heels !

taylorfan2 she has a boyfriend nooo :( she’s my crush

annetwist ❤️

↳ harryfan1 i think she’s a family friend or something, anne and gemma always comment on her posts lol

nat_b_peterson This relationship gives me life

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tmz_tv Looks like #TaylorSwift & #HarryStyles really never go out of Style. Tap the link in our bio to see what we know about their recent rekindle!

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harryfan1 huh?

taylorfan1 SOMEBODY CALL TREE PAINE

↳ harryfan1 AND JEFF AZOFF

harryfan2 man i hate tmz with a passion

taylorfan2 y’all is this true?

harryfan3 you guys are better than believing TMZ

taylorfan3 IT COUPLE IS BACK

yourinstagram 😂😂😂😂

↳ janravanik I was about to send you this !

↳ taylorfan4 taylor’s dancers are laughing its FAKE

TMZ ARTICLE

Harry Styles and Taylor Swift have their fans buzzing with excitement at the possibility that they’re back together.. and based on the many sightings of him at Taylor’s concerts.. they may be on to something.

The former flames, who had a brief but memorable relationship back in the day, have sent the internet into a frenzy with speculations about a possible rekindling of their romance.

The' As it Was' singer was seen sneaking into the opening night of Taylor Swift's tour in Arizona, catching the attention of eagle-eyed fans who couldn't believe their luck witnessing both pop icons under one roof. But that wasn't all – Styles continued his tour attendance, popping up at shows in Tampa and Atlanta, adding fuel to the already rumors of a reconnection.

A source has also provided us pictures of Harry pulling up at Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, Massachusetts, where Taylor’s show took place this weekend.

Their history is no secret – Taylor Swift and Harry Styles' romance made headlines years ago, with their short-lived yet highly publicized relationship making fans go crazy. From romantic strolls in Central Park to cozying up at award shows, their time together never goes out of style.

But what does Harry's sudden appearance at Taylor's tour mean? Could it just be a friendly show of support between two mega-stars, or is there something more happening behind the scenes?

Fans have taken to social media, discussing every moment of their recent encounters, analyzing their body language, and even coming up with conspiracy theories about secret messages hidden in their song lyrics. Some die-hard 'Haylor' shippers are convinced this could be the moment they've been waiting for – the reunion of one of pop culture's most talked-about couples.

Both Styles and Swift have remained notoriously private about their personal lives, keeping fans guessing and rumors going around. Neither camp has confirmed or denied the speculations, leaving the world to wonder if there's a romantic renaissance on the horizon.

As the 'Eras Tour' continues its journey across the country, all eyes remain glued to the stage, anticipating every possible hint of a rekindled spark between Harry Styles and Taylor Swift.

Stay tuned as we keep our lenses focused and our ears to the ground for any whispers, sightings or signs of this potential Hollywood romance getting back together.

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harryupdates Harry out in New York today !

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harryfan1 AHHHHH

harryfan2 who is THAT

harryfan3 waiiiiiit whats going on

harryfan4 chill istg y’all have been sooooo dense lately, first starting rumors of him and taylor getting back together and now freaking out over harry greeting a (probably) a friend

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yourinstagram i really do 🫶🏻 new york

📸by my, my, my, my, my, loverrrr 💘

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taylorfan1 she’s so prettyyyyy

audreydouglass You both give me life 🥹

janravanik Quoting the boss 🤩

gemmastyles I can’t wait to see you rock the stage tonight

↳ harryfan1 GEMMA IS GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR ???

taylorfan2 eras tour dancers give me life

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harryupdates Harry and Gemma at The Eras Tour in MetLife Stadium tonight !

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harryfan1 WTF?????????

harryfan2 i’m officially believing the rumors that him and taylor at back together

taylorfan1 WE?

harryfan3 what the actually fuck is going on this is the FOURTH show he attends and now with his family ?? lord i’m coming up

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gemmastyles I went to The Eras Tour in my Reputation era I guess ✨🖤🐍

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harryfan1 SLAAAY

annetwist My turn now ! ❤️

↳ harryfan2 ANNE IS GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR ??? wtf is going on

yourinstagram love you so much, so happy you could make it 🥹💘

↳ harryfan3 see i’ve been saying that she must be a family friend

harryfan4 rumors of haylor being a thing again lowkey don’t sound too crazy

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annetwist The Eras Tour with my girl @gemmastyles 👯‍♀️ watching the amazing @yourinstagram rock the stage. Of course the star of the show @taylorswift gave her all and blew us away ! Amazing night ❤️🎶

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harryfan1 OMG

gemmastyles Oh I love being a woman 💘

↳ harryfan2 she gets it

yourinstagram love you both so much ! thanks for coming 🤍

↳ harryfan3 she must be gemma’s bff or smth

taylorfan1 HAYLOR IS SO ALIVE

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harryupdates Harry just followed this account on Instagram !

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harryfan1 oh????

harryfan2 she has attended so many eras tour shows he befriended the cast

harryfan3 she also interacts with gemma a lot 👀

harryfan4 how would would it be if he’s dating her and not back with taylor like everyone thinks lol

↳ taylorfan1 don’t be delusional

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harryupdates HARRY BACKSTAGE AT THE ERAS TOUR IN DENVER !!!

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harryfan1 STOOOP

harryfan2 i was against the rumors of haylor rekindling but this is so 😭

taylorfan1 if i had a nickel for every time harry has attended the eras tour i’d have more than 5 nickels which is INSANE

harryfan3 the rumors are true i guess

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yourinstagram the way fans figure things out never ceases to amaze me 😛 #randomthougts

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harryfan1 is this who we think harry is dating?

tamiyaxlewis 😂😂 Love youuuu

taylorfan1 i want to know the eras tour inside tea

gemmastyles Welcome to my life

harryfan2 blink if you’re dating harry

harryfan3 she’s so pretty tho

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haylortea TAYLOR JUST ANNOUNCED 1989 TV WITH HARRY IN THE AUDIENCE !!! STYLE FT HARRY IS COMING

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harryfan1 OMFGGG

harryfan2 WAS HARRY REALLY THERE ??

↳ taylorfan1 yes there’s pictures around twitter !

taylorfan2 i think a collab with harry is possible since it’s been denied that they’re back together !

harryfan3 THE IMPLICATIONS !

HARRY VIA INSTAGRAM STORIES

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yourinstagram here’s the reason he attended so many shows 🥹💘 (if you know you know)

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harryfan1 HUH?

kamnsaunders FINALLY !!!

harryfan2 if i can’t see his face it’s not real

annetwist Love, love ❤️

taylorfan1 this is hilarious LMAO y’all really thought it was all about haylor

harryfan3 WHY AM I CRYING THIS IS THE SOFTEST HARD LAUNCH EVER

harrystyles ❤️

↳ harryfan1 STOP

↳ harryfan3 I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

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yourinstagram Taylor Swift: Era’s Tour World Premiere 🫶🏻✨🥹 To Taylor and the cast: I just love y’all. That’s it.

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harryfan1 okay she’s stunning

audreydouglass She’s beauty and she’s grace… love you twin 🥰

harryfan2 DID HARRY ATTEND THE PREMIERE?

↳ harryfan3 i don’t think so there’s no pics

annetwist Congratulations ❤️

harryfan4 i’ve lived 293728 lives since the first time harry was spotted at the eras tour

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harryupdates HARRY AT THE ERAS TOUR FILM PREMIERE !!

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harryfan1 AHHHh

harryfan2 HE LOOKS SO BABY

harryfan3 my heart he gave yn her time to shine

harryfan4 I LOVE THIS COUPLE !! who would’ve thought harry would be dating one of the era’s tour dancers

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Bunny

Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

summary: Struggling to keep her and JJ’s home afloat, Y/N turns to the only option that guarantees fast cash- stripping at a club on the Cut. But when Rafe Cameron catches her in the act, he sees the perfect opportunity to tighten his grip around her life.

a/n: I actually said I'd never do another series again but here we are 😼. Looollll anywho, Y/N literally is literally a walking definition of older child syndrome and her and Rafe hate eachother so much stop. This is gonna be such a good enemies to lovers get me outta here

warnings: mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, a strip club (duh), naked women, drug dealing, aggressive behaviour.

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The faucet dripped steadily, each drop hitting the rust-stained sink with an echo that filled the quiet of the house. Y/N stood in the cramped bathroom, arms crossed, lips pressed together in frustration as she watched the slow but relentless leak. 

Another thing broken. 

Another thing they couldn’t afford to fix.

She let out a slow breath, running a hand down her face before turning sharply at the sound of footsteps thudding through the hallway. She knew them well—JJ, heading for the door, heading out. Again.

“JJ.” 

Her voice was firm, but it barely slowed him down as he moved through the house, searching for his keys. He muttered, pushing past the worn couch and shoving a hand into the pocket of his frayed shorts.

“Not now, Y/N, alright?” 

“JJ, seriously.” 

She stepped into his path, arms out now, forcing him to stop. 

“Can you just- can you talk to me for five seconds?”

“What?”

His blue eyes flicked up to hers, but there was impatience in them, already halfway gone even as he stood in front of her. Y/N clenched her jaw, gesturing back toward the bathroom. 

“Shit’s breaking faster than I can fix it. We need money and I can’t do this alone.”

“I’ll figure something out, okay?” 

JJ sighed, rubbing a hand down his face as he stepped around her, heading toward the door again. She let out a humorless scoff watching her brother avoid the conversation- once again.

 “What about that job interview at the gas station I told you about last week?”

She’d told him about it last monday, she could still remember begging the manager to give him a chance, given his reputation- well it wasn't the best. JJ’s shoulders tensed slightly, and for the first time, he hesitated. 

“Uh… yeah, about that…”

Y/N’s stomach dropped. She already knew the answer before he finished his sentence. She spoke slowly, warning in her tone.

 “JJ” 

“Look, me and the Pogues were fishing, and we kinda… lost track of time.”

He winced, rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N shut her eyes, exhaling sharply as she lifted her hands to cover her face. 

“Are you serious?”

“I mean, technically, I did show up. Just… a little late.”

JJ let out a half-hearted chuckle, like maybe that’d soften the blow. She dropped her hands, shaking her head as exhaustion settled deep in her bones. 

“Jesus, Jay. Do you even care?”

JJ frowned but didn’t answer right away. He knew he was being a little unreasonable- but in his defense he was just a teen. His silence however told her everything. She looked at him and momentarily took in his appearance, his messy blond hair, his summer kissed skin; she envied him a little, the way he was always out and about, not worried, never stressed. She muttered, turning on her heel.

“Forget it” 

“Y/N—”

But she was already walking away, back toward the bathroom, back toward the leaking faucet, back toward everything she had to deal with alone. JJ hesitated for a second, watching her go, then sighed and yanked open the door. And then it shut behind him, leaving Y/N standing there in the silence. She swallowed hard, blinking back the stinging frustration behind her eyes.

"Yeah," she muttered to herself, voice barely above a whisper.

 "Guess I'll figure it out myself."

After a while she had given up on the leaky faucet, cleaning up the house- to the best of her ability- before settling down in the kitchen.The stack of bills sat on the dining table, a messy pile of final notices and overdue warnings. Y/N stared at them, her fingers running over the edges of the envelopes, as if touching them could somehow make the numbers smaller, make the debt disappear. The utilities, the rent- hell, even the grocery bill? It was all piling up faster than she could keep up with. Sometimes she wished she could turn back time, move back to when she didn't even know about all of this, before she showed her dad she could look after herself - and JJ… maybe then she wouldn't have this constant weight on her shoulders.

With a sigh, she dropped her head down onto the table, resting her forehead against the cool surface. Think, think, think. There had to be a way to come up with money, something quick, something that didn’t involve relying on JJ, because clearly that wasn’t an option either now. Her mind raced through possibilities, but every idea led to a dead end. The front door swung open and then slammed shut. Y/N didn’t even lift her head as heavy, stumbling footsteps made their way inside. 

She knew that gait all too well. 

Her jaw clenched as her father mumbled something incoherent under his breath, his words slurred, laced with whatever shit he had put in his system tonight. She stayed still, hoping, praying, that he’d just pass out somewhere and leave her be. Without a word to her, he shuffled through the house, disappearing into her bedroom. Y/N pursed her lips, lifting her head slightly as she listened to him rustling around in there. She knew better than to go after him. Whatever he was looking for- money, booze, something to pawn- she wasn’t about to get in his way.

Instead, she pushed back from the table, standing up slowly, her hands pressing against the wood as she steadied herself. The house was too quiet now, except for the occasional sound of drawers opening and closing in her room. Her stomach twisted. She needed to get out of here, needed to fix this mess before it swallowed her whole.

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She’d been driving with no real destination, letting the silence of the night and the hum of the engine settle her thoughts. She’s gripping the wheel tightly, her thoughts tangled in the mess of overdue payments, an empty fridge, and a father and brother who barely acknowledge her existence unless they want something.Then, as she’s driving through the dimly lit streets, she passes by it. The neon sign flickers, casting a dull pink glow onto the pavement, and without even thinking, she slams the brakes. Her car comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the empty street and can feel her seat belt digging into her chest momentarily, her heart pounding as she stares at the building.

It’s not like she’s never thought about it before. 

She’s heard things, seen the type of girls who walk in and out of there, all done up with money to spend. And right now, she has nothing- nothing but overdue bills and a house falling apart. Her hands grip the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. A part of her wants to just drive away, pretend she never even considered it. But another part of her- the part that’s desperate, the part that’s sick of drowning- knows this might be her only shot. She swallows hard, taking a deep breath before finally pulling her car to the curb. She sits there for a second, hands still on the wheel, staring at the entrance, she brings her hand up to rub it down her face, hand resting over her mouth as she thinks. 

Really thinks.

Then, before she can change her mind, she kills the engine and steps out.

The night air is cool against her skin, but it does nothing to settle the heat rising in her chest. Her heart is hammering, her stomach twisting as she closes the car door behind her. The pavement feels unsteady beneath her feet as she walks toward the entrance. The music from inside is faint but pulsing, the bass reverberating through the ground. She hesitates, staring at the worn-down exterior and the neon sign buzzing overhead. As she approached the door, something caught her eye- a flyer taped to the window, the bold letters glaring at her in the dimming light.

NOW HIRING

This is insane. 

She shouldn’t be here.

And yet, she doesn’t turn around, instead her fingers flex at her sides before she pushes the door open, stepping inside. The shift in atmosphere is immediate. The air is thick with perfume and alcohol, the dim lighting casting deep shadows across the room. The club isn’t packed- it’s late on a weekday- but there are still men scattered around, cash in hand, eyes glued to the stage. A girl moves fluidly under the colored lights, her body illuminated by pinks and blues as she wraps herself around the pole. Y/N swallows, forcing herself to keep walking, past the wandering eyes of men who glance at her but don’t linger. She doesn’t know exactly where she’s going, only that if she stops now, she’ll most likely lose her nerve.

She spots a bar toward the back and makes a beeline for it, hands slightly clammy. A woman stands behind the counter, pouring a drink for some guy in a suit. Y/N waits until she’s done before leaning in slightly. 

“Hey, um- do you know who I talk to if I’m looking for a job?”

The woman lifts a brow, gaze flicking over Y/N, taking her in. Then, without a word, she jerks her chin toward a door near the back as she picks up a glass on the counter and starts drying it. 

“Through there. Ask for Tommy.”

Y/N nods, her pulse jumping as she turns toward the door. This is it. She can still leave, still pretend she never came here. But instead, she takes a breath and pushes the door open. The door swings shut behind her with a dull thud, muffling the thumping bass from the main room. The air back here feels different- less suffocating, it’s dimly lit, the walls lined with old vintage posters of strippers and liquor crates, the faint scent of cigarettes lingers in the air.

Y/N’s eyes adjust quickly, landing on a man seated behind a cluttered desk, lazily counting a stack of cash. He looks to be in his late forties, broad-shouldered with thinning hair and a face that’s seen its fair share of rough nights. A half-smoked cigarette dangles between his fingers. He doesn’t look up immediately, just exhales a cloud of smoke before finally lifting his gaze to hers. His eyes sweep over her, slow and calculating. 

“You lost, sweetheart?”

“I saw you were hiring.”

Y/N shakes her head, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket.That piques his interest. He leans back in his chair, eyeing her with something between amusement and scrutiny. 

“That so?”

“Yeah. I—I need a job.”

She nods, trying to keep her voice steady. Tommy taps his fingers against the desk, sizing her up. 

“You ever danced before?”

Y/N hesitates for half a second, “No.”

He smirks like he expected that answer, responding with a slow nod as he places the money he was counting into an envelope labeled ‘Bambi’. 

“You got any experience bartending? Serving?”

“...I'm a waitress at the country club.”

His brow lifts, and for a moment, she thinks he’s going to laugh in her face. Instead, he sighs, rubbing a hand down his jaw, momentarily pausing as he closes up the envelope, puts it onto a pile and looks up to her. 

“So, what? You just walked in here hoping I’d throw you on stage?”

“I’m a fast learner.”

Y/N presses her lips together, shifting on her feet. Tommy watches her for a beat, then gestures toward the empty chair across from him. 

“Sit.”

She does, moving forward and lowering herself onto the chair in front of him, the leather squeaking a little as it makes contact with her bare thighs. He studies her in the dim light, tapping his cigarette against the ashtray. 

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N,” he says, dragging the word out like he’s tasting it. “You don’t look like a girl who just woke up one day and decided this is what she wanted to do. So tell me- what are you really doing here?”

“I need the money.”

Y/N clenches her jaw. Tommy hums, nodding like that doesn’t surprise him as he taps the ash of his cigarette on the edge of an empty whiskey glass. 

“That part’s obvious.” 

He leans forward slightly as he continues, resting his elbows on the table. 

“But I need to know what I’m dealing with. You got people who’ll come looking for you? A jealous boyfriend? Strict parents? Any reason this might come back to bite me in the ass?”

Y/N hesitates, because the truth is- complicated. JJ wouldn’t approve, not in a million years, his sister working in a strip club? There was no way he would be happy about it, but the more she thought about it, he’s barely around- and besides she is the older sibling. And Luke? She doubts he’d even notice with the way he’s always high out of his mind. Yet deep down she knew, if he did find out it certainly wouldn’t end well.

“No,” she says finally. 

“No one’s coming after me.”

Tommy watches her carefully, like he’s weighing her answer. Then, with a slow nod, he exhales another stream of smoke and flicks his butt of his cigarette into the glass. 

“Alright, Y/N… I’ll give you a shot.”

Relief floods her chest, but it’s short-lived as he continues.

“First things first- you start off small. No stage, not yet. You’ll work the floor. Waitress, maybe some private rooms if you’re up for it. Tips are yours, but the house gets a cut. If you prove you can handle yourself, we’ll talk about dancing.”

Y/N nods, ignoring the way her stomach tightens at the mention of private rooms. She can handle this. She has to. Tommy gestures toward the door. 

“Come in tomorrow night. Nine o’clock. One of the girls will show you the ropes.”

“Okay, thank you.”

He hums out as Y/N stands up, gripping the back of the chair briefly before letting go. As she turns to leave her hand reaching out for the door handle, Tommy’s voice stops her.

“One last thing, sweetheart.”

She glances back.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

His gaze is sharp, knowing. Y/N doesn’t reply. What could she possibly say to him? She just nods once and steps back through the door, back into the neon-lit haze of the club.

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The dressing room hummed with chatter, the air thick with the scent of perfume, body shimmer, and a mix of fruity smoke drifting around. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting girls in various states of getting ready- adjusting lingerie straps, applying a final coat of lip gloss, securing thigh-high stockings into garter belts. Y/N sat at one of the vanities, leaning in close as she fixed the last flick of her eyeliner. Her figure was wrapped in black lace, tiny straps and sheer panels leaving just enough to the imagination- but she still had a few finishing touches to go. Naomi- better known as Bambi- was beside her, placing her straightener down and popping her gum loudly as she smirked at Y/N through the mirror. 

“You’re getting faster at this,” She mused, eyes flicking down to Y/N’s hands as she fastened a delicate silver choker with a small heart pendant around her neck. 

“First week, you were takin’ forever in here. Now look at you. A real pro, Bunny.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled, smoothing out a stray strand of hair before reaching for her gloss. She teased, voice light but with that tired edge that never quite went away these days.

“Yeah, yeah. You gonna pat me on the head next?” 

“Mmm, maybe after your first private dance of the night. If you’re good girl.”

Bambi grinned and Y/N huffed a laugh, pressing her lips together to even out the gloss. A month and some into this life, and she wasn’t sure if she was settling in or just getting better at pretending she had. It was easier now- knowing the regulars, knowing what songs meant what, knowing how to smile just enough but not too much. The money helped. 

God, did the money help.

She glanced down at her phone, screen lighting up with a notification. 

JJ :  Staying at John B’s 

JJ  :  See you tmr

JJ  :  Good luck at work!!!

Y/N stares at the screen for a moment, her stomach twisting like it always does when she thinks about how much she’s keeping from him. He thinks she picked up an extra night cleaning shift at the country club since that’s what she told him. He has no idea that while he’s crashing at the chateau, she’s slipping into heels and stepping onto a stage under flashing neon lights. She locks her phone, pushing the thought away. 

Guilt won’t pay the bills.

“Busy night, you think?”

She spoke as she ignored the message, flipping the phone over and looking back at the girl next to her. Bambi gave a lazy stretch, rolling out her shoulders. 

“Always is on a Friday. High rollers’ll be in. You might get lucky.”

“Yeah, real lucky.”

Y/N scoffed, grabbing her perfume and spritzing it lightly over her collarbones. Bambi side-eyed her, then leaned in with a smirk. 

“Come on, Bunny. You might actually have fun tonight. If not, at least make it worth your while.”

Y/N just hummed, adjusting the strap on her heel as the familiar pulse of bass-heavy music leaked in from the club floor. The music thrums through the floor as Y/N steps out of the dressing room, the familiar pulse of bass settling into her bones. The club is alive tonight- packed booths, the bar swarmed with men flashing cash, neon strobes flickering over clinking glasses and loose laughter. Bambi walks beside her, adjusting the strap of her bra as she surveys the crowd. 

“It’s a good night,” she muses, eyes gleaming as a man waves down a waitress with a fat roll of bills in his hand. 

“Everyone’s in a generous mood hmm.”

 “Looks like it.”

Y/N hums, already spotting a few regulars scattered through the crowd. The air is thick with perfume and cologne, the scent of whiskey and something heavier and smokier lingering beneath. Girls weave through the crowd, balancing trays of drinks, draping themselves over men who let them. The DJ’s set switches, the bass rattling the room, A voice calls from near the DJ booth, and Bambi nudges Y/N with her hip, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sends her a little kiss.

“Knock ’em dead, baby.”

Y/N exhales, rolling her shoulders back as she steps into the chaos of the club. The energy is thick tonight- bodies packed around the stage, eager hands already tossing bills, the bass thrumming deep in her ribs. She grips the pole, the cool metal grounding her for a brief moment before she moves.The nerves are familiar but distant now, part of the routine; she’s used to it- the way the outside world fades the second she steps onto the platform.

Her body flows with the music, slow and teasing at first, rolling her hips as she wraps a leg around the pole and lifts herself with ease. She spins, the world blurring for a second, heels gliding effortlessly over the platform. A whistle cuts through the noise. A few more bills flutter at her feet.

She twists, sliding down with a deliberate drag before pushing herself back up, hooking her knee and arching her back; thighs squeezing the pole as she extends her body in a perfect line. The music pulses, dictating her movements- fluid and sultry. For a moment, there’s nothing but the heat of the lights and the electric charge of the crowd.

But then as she lifts her gaze mid-spin, her eyes catch on something in the far corner.

Two men in a booth, half-hidden in the dim lighting. They sit relaxed, a quiet presence amidst the chaos, yet people keep coming up to them- leaning in, hands subtly exchanging cash, small bags slipping from one palm to another. She doesn’t need to look too closely to know what’s going down. She presses her palm to the pole, as her feet hit the platform again, hips swaying slowly, her focus slipping back to the crowd in front of her, but something gnaws at her, pulling her attention back. Then, the lights shift, a quick flash of neon, just bright enough to cut through the shadows, and she sees him.

Rafe Cameron.

And he’s looking right at her.

Leaning back in the booth, one arm draped lazily over the seat, a glass of whiskey in his other hand. Her breath catches in her throat, her grip faltering just slightly as she steadies herself. But it’s too late. Her moment is stiffer now, the tension stretched between them, across the crowded room, and he’s locked in the way he watches her. Unblinking. She can’t tell what he’s thinking but she knows one thing for certain- 

He knows exactly who she is.

Y/N forces herself to keep moving, to stay in rhythm with the music despite the ice-cold feeling creeping up her spine. But it’s impossible to ignore the weight of Rafe’s stare. It lingers burning through the dim haze of the club. She glides down the pole, making sure to keep her expression smooth- indifferent. Her heart is hammering against her ribs, but no one in the audience would know it. They see only the show, the slow hypnotising sway of her hips as she lands back on the stage, the way her fingers tease at the hem of her lace bra before she moves toward the edge of the stage dropping to her knees. The song is winding down. One last arch of her back, one last deliberate sweep of her hands up her thighs before letting the final beat pulse through her body.

Applause, whistles, the sound of crisp bills hitting the stage.

She scoops up what she can as she stands, but her mind is barely there. Not when she can still feel the weight of him watching. As she steps offstage, she risks a glance toward the booth again.This time Barry is grinning, chatting with some guy in a backwards cap who’s slipping a wad of cash into his pocket. And Rafe- he’s still looking at her, Y/N’s breath catches as their eyes meet again and this time, he smirks. It’s small, almost lazy, but there’s something in it that makes her stomach flip.

Shit.

She rips her gaze away, hurrying toward the bar, barely registering the sound of heels clicking against the floor or the music thumping through the speakers. She drops her earnings into her basket at the end of the bar- before grabbing a glass of water. Her hands are steady as she lifts it, but her heart is pounding wildly. The bartender gives her a once-over as she wipes down the counter. 

“Damn, Bunny- y'look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You have no idea.”

Y/N exhales, pressing the cold glass to her lips. Her eyes drift back to Rafe before she can stop herself. He’s talking to someone else now, some guy in a backward cap, shaking his hand as something small and discreet trades between them-

Fucking hell.

She jumps at the sudden touch on her arm, nearly spilling her drink. Whipping around, she exhales sharply when she sees who it is.

“Jesus, Tommy.”

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing- It’s nothing.”

She responds as she shakes her head slightly, Tommy doesn’t look convinced, but he lets it slide.

“Someone put in a request for you.”

“Who?”

Y/N wipes her palm against her thigh, trying to shake the uneasy feeling creeping up her spine. Tommy leans in slightly, his voice calling out over the music as his head nods in the direction she was just looking. 

“Rafe Cameron.”

Y/N freezes and Tommy notices her stiff shoulders instantly. 

“Something I should know about?”

“Um… I think he and his friend are selling coke-”

“—I know” 

Tommy says easily as he picks up one of the clean empty glasses on the bar, putting it away. Y/N frowns at his words. Since the first day she’d started working here, he had stated to her he had ‘zero-tolerance’ for any of the girls doing coke… so how come now, Rafe Cameron was allowed to walk in here and make this his personal dealing spot. 

“But I thought you—”

“I made a deal with them,” he shrugs, “keeps people coming in, keeps them buying drinks. Business is business Y/N.”

“Right.”

Y/N purses her lips as he speaks and Tommy studies her for a moment, then gestures towards where Rafe was sitting, once again passing over something she couldn't quite make out to a man in a white shirt. 

“I can send someone else, but you’ll lose out on the cash for the night.” 

His voice has that slight edge to it, the one that tells her he won’t be making a habit of exceptions. She hesitates. She could probably say no. She should say no. But then she thinks about the pile of bills waiting for her at home, the ones she still doesn’t know how she’s going to all pay.

“I—” She clears her throat. 

“It’s fine.”

“Good. He’s waiting.”

Y/N exhales, setting her glass down with a quiet clink and then she turns, smoothing out her hair, checking her reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall. Rafe still leaned back in one of the lounge chairs, legs spread, arm slung over the back of the seat. Barry is beside him, but he isn’t paying attention to whatever he’s saying. His eyes are already on her.

Watching. 

Waiting.

She swallows hard, ignoring the way her pulse kicks up as she straightens her shoulders and starts moving toward him. Her heels click against the floor, her movements slow and she can feel the weight of his gaze. When she finally stops in front of him, Rafe tips his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Hey there, Bunny.”

Y/N clenches her jaw at the sound of his voice- low and smooth, edged with amusement. She doesn’t let it show, though. Instead, she gives him the same sultry smile she’s perfected for every other man who’s sat in front of her.

“Cameron” 

She says, tilting her head slightly, letting her fingers trail lightly over her bare thigh. Rafe grins like this is all some kind of joke. Like she isn’t standing in front of him in six-inch heels and a barely-there outfit, about to dance for him like she doesn’t know exactly who he is.

"Didn’t think I’d ever see you here"

His voice is smug like he’s savouring every second of this. Y/N bites back a retort. She wants to tell him to fuck off. Wants to ask him what the fuck he’s doing here, why he put in a request for her.

But she doesn’t. 

Because she can’t.

Her fingers twitch by her side as she takes a step closer instead, smoothly moving into his space. Rafe doesn’t move back. If anything, his smirk deepens as he spreads his legs a little wider and Barry chuckles beside him, knocking back the rest of his drink before running his hand over his head. He mutters, already moving to stand.

“ 'ight I’ll leave you to it,” 

But before he can leave, Rafe shakes his head, a smirk pulling at his lips,

"No, no—stay man."

Y/N’s stomach twists. She doesn’t want an audience, especially not Barry, she doesn't even want to be doing this in the first place. The club is still packed, neon lights flickering across the space. There are men scattered around, girls in their laps, some whispering things in their ears that’ll have them reaching for their wallets without hesitation. Y/N has done this a hundred times now. She knows the drill.

But this- this is different.

She inhales slowly as she notices Barry sitting back in his seat, eyes racking over her body and she has to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. She hesitant, her inner conflict gnawing at her mind but eventually she lets out a small breath a moves forward, swinging a leg over Rafe’s lap, lowering herself onto his thighs, moving her hips in a way that’s meant to tease. She lets her hands trail up his chest in a way that’s meant to be practiced and seductive. But then- his hand comes to rest on her hip.

Her whole body tenses.

Rafe notices. Of course he does. His thumb presses against the curve of her hip, just enough to make her teeth clench. Y/N forces a tight-lipped smile, shifting on his lap just enough to make it look like part of the dance- but really, it’s an attempt to put space between them. Her voice stays low, sharp beneath the sultry act.

"There’s a no-touching policy."

Rafe’s smirk doesn’t falter. If anything, it deepens. His fingers stay right where they are, his grip on her hip solid, unmoving. He tilts his head slightly, blue eyes gleaming with something threatening.

"None of the policies here apply to me, Maybank."

He speaks out as his finger slips under the strap of her black thong, tugging on it and letting it snap back into position, the feeling causing a sharp sting on her skin. The way he says her last name- it’s teasing, taunting. Like he enjoys the way it sounds in his mouth and Y/N can’t help but clench her jaw at the thought, heat creeping up her neck.bShe doesn’t let her movements falter though, even as his words sink into her skin like a slow-burning ember. Her ass grinds down onto his lap intone with the song blaring out through teh clubs speakers, her fingers trailing over his shoulders, a practiced motion, a distraction- for herself more than for him.

“That so?”

She murmurs, voice light, teasing, playing into the role she’s supposed to be in. Rafe lets out a quiet hum, his thumb stroking over the thin fabric of her outfit.

“Mhm. I don’t think Tommy would wanna lose his best customers, do you?”

She bites down on the inside of her cheek at his words but th rhythmic roll of her hips never stops. She knows he' s pushing her.

It’s in his nature.

Barry lets out a low whistle from his seat which is followed by a chuckle. Her eye's drift over to him sitting his legs spread wide as he takes lazy sips from his drink.

“Damn didn’t peg you for this line of work Maybank. Not that I’m complainin’.”

Her spine stiffens, at she meets his eye's- yet she refuses to give them the satisfaction of leaving before the song is finished. Her focus shifts to Rafe, on the smug expression he wears as he watches her, like he’s got all the time in the world.

Like he’s enjoying this far too much.

Y/N exhales sharply through her nose. He’s trying to get under her skin. And it’s working. Rafe grins, his grip on her hips unwavering he taunts, his other hand sliding down to her thigh, drifting awfully close to her inner thigh as he tilts his head slightly.

“What’s the matter huh? You dance for all these guys, but you’re nervous around me?”

The song drags on, seconds feeling like minutes. Her body moves on instinct, performing for him, back arching as she struggles not to unravel under his gaze. And then, just as she starts to think she can get through this without losing it- he leans in. His breath fans against her ear as he speaks, voice just low enough for only her to hear.

“Wonder what your brother would think if he saw you like this.”

His voice is casual, but there’s something sharp behind it, something that makes her stomach twist. Her jaw tightens.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Just seems like something he’d wanna know,”

Rafe doesn’t even acknowledge her as she speaks, his full attention locked onto the way her hips are still grinding against him. He muses, tilting his head.

“Bet he thinks you’re a little cleaner or somethin' huh?”

Her pulse thrums in her ears, but she doesn’t let it show. Rafe’s smirk deepens, catching the movement. His fingers drum now against her knee.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m just making conversation.”

“Yeah? Funny, doesn’t feel like that.”

She scoffs under her breath. He hums, tilting his head as he takes her in, eyes darting down from her face. Her stomach knots, but she refuses to cower under his gaze. Instead, she leans in just enough that only he can hear her. “You know,” she murmurs, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness,

“most guys just pay and keep their mouths shut.”

Rafe tutted, a slow, mocking sound, then, before she can react, Rafe casually plucks a few crisp fifty-dollar bills from the stack in front of him. His fingers ghost along the curve of her waist before he shoves them right between her pushed up tits, tucking the money into her bra. Heat rushes to her face- not from embarrassment, but from the pure, seething hatred bubbling up inside her. Her jaw tightens, and she shoots him a glare so sharp it could cut glass. Barry, watching the whole thing unfold, bursts into laughter, slapping his knee like it’s the funniest thing he’s seen all night.

“Country Club” he wheezes, “she gon' kill you man”

“Nah,” he drawls, eyes flicking up to hers.

“She likes it.”

Rafe just smirks, leaning back lazily in his seat and she scoffs, the sound sharp and dripping with disgust, before snatching the money from between her tits and throwing it straight at him. The crisp bills flutter uselessly against his chest before falling into his lap, but she doesn’t care.

She doesn’t want his money- doesn’t want anything from him.

She shifts to push off his lap, to put distance between them, but Rafe moves faster. His hand snaps around her wrist in an iron grip, yanking her back down before she can escape. A sharp gasp slips from her lips as she stumbles into him, her free hand landing against his chest to steady herself.

He’s close now.

Too close.

Rafe’s smirk fades slightly, replaced by something more irritated as he stares up at her. His fingers tighten around her wrist, his grip just bordering on painful, a silent warning.

“I’d be real careful, Bunny”

Rafe murmurs, his voice low and laced with something that makes her stomach uneasy. Her breath catches, but she refuses to look away, her glare burning into him. He tilts his head slightly, his smirk creeping back as he studies her reaction.

“You wouldn’t want your brother to hear about this little conversation, would you?”

The words hang heavy between them, and she swallows hard, her pulse hammering. Y/N sits there, her body tense, her expression carved from pure, unfiltered hatred. Every fiber of her being screams at her to move, to slap that smug look off his face, but she doesn’t. Because if Rafe tells JJ… she doesn’t know what she’d do.

He watches her, sharp and calculating, before plucking the discarded money from his lap. He folds the crisp bills between his fingers in half, before bringing them up to her face. His eyes stay locked on hers, and his lips curl into that insufferable smirk.

“Open up”

He murmurs, voice taunting but firm. Her jaw clenches and she doesn’t move. Amusement flickers in his gaze, but there’s something else there too- something that tells her that she'd not got much choice now. He lifts a brow, daring her to defy him and she hates herself for it, but after a long, thick moment of silence, she slowly parts her lips. Rafe hums in satisfaction, slipping the folded-up bills between her teeth.

“Atta girl”

He muses as she bites down, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before he pulls away. He leans back lazily in his seat, studying her with open amusement, eyes flicking between the money in her mouth and the fire still burning in her gaze. She can tell he’s so fucking satisfied. The song finally comes to an end, the heavy bass fading into the low murmur of conversation and clinking glasses. The second the last note plays and a new one begins, she jerks her wrist free from his grasp, ripping her hand away like his touch burns her.

Her mind is racing- anger, humiliation, and something else she doesn’t want to name all tangling together in a storm inside her chest. She stands abruptly, plucking the money from between her lips with two fingers like it’s tainted. Without even sparing him a glance, she turns on her heel, ready to put as much distance between herself and Rafe Cameron as possible.

But then- she feels it.

The sharp smack lands right on her ass, firm and unapologetic. A small gasp passes her lips and the audacity of it sends white-hot anger surging through her veins, and she whips around so fast her hair nearly follows the motion. Barry is already laughing, a deep, wheezing sound, blowing out a thick puff of smoke as he watches the scene unfold like it’s the best entertainment of the night.

And Rafe?

Rafe just grins up at her, infuriatingly relaxed, his expression unreadable save for the smug amusement dancing in his eyes. Then, as if he hadn't already done enough, he puckers his lips, blowing her a lazy, taunting little kiss to her. She stares at him, disgust and fury twisting in her chest, her fists clenching at her sides- heart thumping heavily in her chest as she becomes certain of one thing.

She’s never hated anyone more in her life.

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description: in which katie mccabe's girlfriend is on her final run of Swan Lake as Odette, and sometimes all you need is a bit of love to help say goodbye.

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y/n:

From Birmingham to Salford, to Sunderland to Edinburgh, to Plymouth and now back to Edinburgh to say goodbye.

This last year has been nothing short of breath-taking and a dream. To the cast who have been fantastic, thank you, I have made some lifelong friends.

To my dance teachers and directors, you gave a little nobody the chance to be her dream and I cannot be more grateful to you for that.

And finally, Odette, thank you for your have turned me into the princess a young girl once dreamed of being.

The best of luck to all those continuing, and onto the next journey.

love,

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username4: omg i watched her dance last month she was sooo good!! 🥺

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username5: SHE IS SO PRETTY AS WELL

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username6: she's quite big on Tiktok also thank you for finding her!

username7: Katie having a potential new gf who is A BALLET DANCER of all things is insane!!!!

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username8: She is also a ballroom dancer! my friend took a few masterclasses off of her and said she is like the sweetest thing!

username9: sunshine x stormcloud OMGOMG OMG cute!! 🥺❤️❤️

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username2: IS THIS CONFIRMATION? 🧐🧐

username3: cool katie, cool.

username4: NOOO why would she be with her??

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username5: she ain't even that pretty wtf??

leahwilliamsonn: I don't understand how much talent can be in one little body? Like how does she do it?

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katie_mccabe11: I think she's a witch honestly

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bethmead_: well, we alllll know who she's put a spell on if that's the case...

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katie_mccabe: no, we need Caitlin to be actually able to play, not broken.

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y/n three fantastic years with you, I cannot explain how much i love you and how grateful I am to have had you in my life.

I’m so glad you knocked me down in that park all those years ago, because it has led to the best thing in my life <3

Too many more my love xxx

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y/n sighed as her phone blew up yet again, her notifications going insane on the bench next to her as she watched her girlfriend train.

Jonas was shouting football instructions y/n vaguely recognised from the sidelines as the training session drew to a close.

y/n was lucky, Jonas was fine with her in the training sessions having been with Katie so long, the team loving her and the fact a lo of the training staff's children had private dance lessons with y/n.

As the session slowly drew to a close, y/n left her phone blowing up on the bench as she went around and helped with picking up the cones.

She found herself at the training centre more often recently, finding it boring being at home while she waited for the announcement of her new job, the BBC still keeping it quiet.

As y/n bent down and grabbed another cone, two familiar hands placed themselves on her hips and as she stood back up she was pulled back into a chest.

"Alright, twinkle toes?" Leah asked with a mock Irish accent, y/n laughed as Katie's head popped up at the sound of her, the Irish woman rolling her eyes at her teammate who had her arms around her girl.

"Oi, Williamson, hands off!" Katie yelled, leaving Caitlin and Alessia who rolled their eyes as the Irish woman chased down the currently benched blonde captain.

Katie's hands pushed Leah from y/n, the blonde stumbling as Katie wrapped her arms around her lover, pressing a long kiss to her lips as y/n squeaked and turned to face Leah worriedly.

"Katie careful with her!" The dancer chided her girlfriend who rolled her eyes as Leah pouted, leaning into the natural worry the dancer had for her.

"Yeah Katie, careful with me." Leah mocked and the Irish woman scoffed.

"No." Katie chided as y/n tried to move from her arms.

"I wanna help." The dancer whined at her girlfriend. Katie just shrugged and kissed her again, Leah groaning in disgust as she walked off, wanting to go bother someone else.

"Y/n! Your phone's going mental!" Kyra calls from across the pitch, y/n pulls away from the worryingly addictive lips of her girlfriend and looked toward the young girl.

"Yeah, I know darling, just leave it." y/n called, Kyra grinning at her as she followed the rest of her team inside, leaving the two lovers alone on the pitch.

"Social media still going mad over us?" Katie asks her worriedly, her slightly clammy hand coming up to cup her love's cheek as she nodded.

"Yeah, but it will die down eventually." The girl said unbothered.

"You sure you are still okay with us going public?" Katie asks and the dancer giggled.

"Too late to take it back now Katie-bear." She smiled, Katie hushing her use of the nickname which melted her heart.

"Shh, if the girls heard that nickname I would never heard the end of it." Katie tells her and the dancer in her arms laughed, Katie's hands squeezing her waist tighter at the sound which made her heart light.

"Oh yeah, you have to keep up that big bad wolf persona." y/n mocked with a giggle, Katie looking at her offended.

"Excuse me, I am a big bad wolf." Katie defended.

"In your dreams lovie." y/n laughed, but she screeched when Katie threw her over her shoulder, Katie's strong hands holding tight to her thighs as she began to spin in circles.

"Ready to say sorry?" Katie asked, her grin wide at the sound of her lover's giggles.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." She called, which caused Katie to place her back on her feet, the Irish woman's hands coming to rest on her hips to steady the dizzy girl, who hadn't been able to spot on a place while being spun.

The dancer giggled again and Katie couldn't help but cup her face and pull her in for a kiss, their lips meeting and Katie quickly deepening the kiss.

Katie's arms moved back down to grip the hips of her lover, pulling her closer to her body, y/n's small arms wrapping around Katie's neck, holding tight as she pulled herself up and closer.

Katie's tongue infected her mouth, claiming her as she squeezed her tighter to her body, both of them too caught up in the deep kiss to hear Leah coming to look for them.

"Oh come on!" Leah huffed. "Take a breath!" She yelled at them, Katie rolls her eyes as her hand slips down and squeezes her girlfriend's ass to annoy the blonde who gagged from afar.

y/n pulled away giggling, as Katie squeezed once more before letting her go, the Irish woman grabbing her hand as they walked toward Leah, the blonde holding the dancer's phone in her hand.

"You two are sickening." Leah says, a thump echoing her statement causing Leah to whine, and cling to the dancer who instantly comforted her.

"Katie!"

"What?"

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y/n just posted on her story

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END

hope you enjoyed the added little fic xoxo

hope this is what you wanted @lionesses-lions xxxx

I will probably make a part 2 honestly. :)

-

Queenie xx

[i9messi]

That's my girl — Lando Norris

Lando can't stop himself from being the most supportive boyfriend, not now that his girlfriend is a backup dancer of the Eras Tour.

pairing — lando norris x dancer!reader

(smau)

note - I was thinking of doing a series with different f1 drivers, where they all support their girlfriends in their jobs. let me your requests if you want!

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Opening night of the Eras Tour! Thank you to all of the amazing people who made it possible. Thank you😁

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landonorris I'M THE HAPPIEST BOYFRIEND OF ALL THE WORLD

landonorris you really deserved this, I'm so happy for you love 😘

yourusername thank you love 😘

alexandrasaintmleux you're my favourite dancer, counting the days to see you!

user1 YESSSS, LANDO'S GIRLFRIEND ON THE ERAS TOUR

user2 she really deserved this, she's so talented

user3 counting the days to see her in Buenos Aires!

landonorris

The Eras Tour opening night. Came to see my beautiful girlfriend and some girl called Taylor Swift.

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user1 I want a boyfriend like Lando, please please please

user2 she was in Lando's races supporting him and now he's supporting her whenever he has the chance

yourusername I love youuuuuu

landonorris I love you much more

user3 I need a boyfriend or girlfriend like Lando, someone who brags about me like him

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y/n on the latest Taylor Swift concert, we love this queen 👑

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landonorris that's my girl and I'm really proud

user1 oh stop you're setting the bar too high

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yourusername I am dazzled by your beauty and your talent. You are incredible, love

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user1 STOPPP why are you so cute???

landonorris momma taught me well

user2 second time in the eras tour, he has seen it more times than me already

yourusername love you lots, babe

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I have the best, gorgeous and most supportive boyfriend in the whole world who came to see me again at the eras (sorry mclaren please don't blame me). I love you baby landonorris

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landonorris you're so cuteeeeeee, I love you I love you love you

user1 yes, you love her we already understand

kamnsaunders it was incredible to meet him! you are a lovely couple

janravnik I want to meet Verstappen, please y/n

landonorris

she´s so hot. oh, hi taylor I fotgot about your existence

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yourusername I wait for you in my hotel room😏

landonorris 🏃🏃🏃🏃

oscarpiastri oh stop 🙄

user1 lando has been three times at the eras tour already, he is the biggest fan of y/n

oscarpiastri Lando stop posting y'n content, you're a driver of F1 for god sake

landonorris and what?

oscarpiastri I'm going to lose a teammate

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Eras tour night, came to see landos girlfriend

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landonorris WHY DIDNT YOU INVITED ME?

charles_leclerc your boss said you weren't allowed to have interrumptions

pierregasly we also didnt want to hear you talk nonstop about yn

landonorris I hate you all

yourusername I hope you enjoyed the concert!

alexandrasaintmleux we did! you were amazing last night

yourusername thanks lovelyyy

Lando's story

caption: my love❤️

landonorris

she knows how to dance I know aristotle

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yourusername so you know aristotle?

landonorris I can be very smart 🤓

oscarpiastri No one believes you

oscarpiastri How many times have you been at the eras?

landonorris six times and so many more times on grainy livestreams

user1 he so us

charles_leclerc you need to stop Lando

landonnorris stop what? being the most supportive boyfriend? my girl deserves all

maxverstappen1 Penelope wants tickets for the concert, can you get three for us?

landonorris asking my girlfriend 👏🏼

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Last night of the Eras tour, thank you so so much for all the love you gave me during these months. Taylor was (and is) my idol since I was a kid and performing by her side was a dream of mine. And a special shout out to my boyfriend landonorris for being my biggest fan❤️

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kamnsaunders WE LOVE YOUUU beautiful girl

user1 Lando must be sad because he can't go to the eras tour anymore

landonorris I love you so muchhhh

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My pretty baby is at home again

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Aussie Athletes

♥ masterlist

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x fem!sargeant!ballerina!reader

♥ smau - fluff

♥ a/n: I said I'd write some ballet fics so here's one lol. I'm going to write some ship fic ballet au's (drivers as ballet dancers) after I finish my folklore and Romeo and Juliet series'. Also! I'm performing a don quixote variation this weekend so wish me luck lol :) (none of the pictures are mine)

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logansargeant congrats sis

yourusername <3

user14 she's in Australia now 🫢

user3 PLEASE let that mean she'll be at more races now

yourusername 👀

user5 💗💗💗

oscarpiastri welcome to Australia

landonorris trying to get a date on main?

logansargeant don't even think about it piastri

oscarpiastri ???

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

2023 British GP

You walked into the paddock bright and early to find your brother before he was busy with qualifying. You ended up running into a different, yet familiar face instead. 

“Oh, hey Oscar,” you smiled 

“Didn’t expect you to be here with your new Australian ballet career,” he smirked and took a sip of the water he had in his hand. “You don’t have a busy schedule? 

“I do, but the season wrapped last month. I figured I’d come down here and support Logan, you know? I’ve got a lot of training to do when I get back, though.” you laughed softly. 

Oscar hummed in an understanding response. 

“How’s it been there?” 

“Good,” you paused. “Tough, too.” 

“I’m sure it is. It’s an art and a sport.” 

“People don't really consider what I do “a sport”.”

“They say the same about racing.” 

“I guess we have something to bond over.”  you smiled.

You both heard Lando call Oscar's name, gesturing for him to go to their garage. Oscar gave an awkward, blush-filled goodbye and ran towards the Brit on the other side of the pit lane.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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lilymhe top golf double date

yourusername we are so there

user7 WHO IS HE

user9 y/n x oscar crumbs

user2 crying and writing fics

logansargeant 😐

yourusername ...

user6 @/landonorris please tell us she's with oscar

user8 why would lando know?

landonorris 🤐

user8 @/user6 I'm sorry I wasn't familiar with your game, clearly Lando does know

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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yourusername opening night 🧡

logansargeant you did amazing 💐

user2 the orange heart...

user5 NOT a coincidence

user8 AND it's f1's winter break meaning Oscar is back home in Australia where it just so happens y/n dances at

user4 the pieces of the puzzle are finally coming together

ausballet our sugar plum fairy

yourusername <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Time Skip - 2024

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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charles_leclerc welcome to the piastri-leclerc family

yourusername I'm honored, thank you charles

oscarpiastri so when should she meet my brother leo?

user6 Y/N'S APART OF THE JOKE NOW 😭

user10 someone go get Nicole

user4 y/n l/n-piastri-leclerc

logansargeant don't break her heart

oscarpiastri I won't I swear

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫!𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 1.8K Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, modern!au, dancer!vi au, dancer!reader, implied smut but sfw, fem reader (gn pronouns used, though), probably some dance discrepancies because i'm not a dancer myself A/N: I had so much fun writing this; Vi and reader are so sassy like can y'all just fuck it out already... anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ The day your mom took you to your local dance company's performance of The Nutcracker was the day your love for dance began

୨ৎ At 7, you could hardly tell the difference between The Royal Ballet and Piltover Springs Dance School; and to say you were in awe was the understatement of the century

୨ৎ The glittering tutus, the leaps and twirls; you were sure you'd just discovered what you wanted to be when you grew up: A Ballerina

୨ৎ And here you were now; not quite a Royal Ballerina, but, you'd just gotten cast as The Sugar Plum Fairy in the very same annual performance of The Nutcracker you'd seen 11 years ago

୨ৎ You were beaming, trying your best to contain your excitement as the director of the school read out the rest of the cast list, until...

୨ৎ "For the first time in Piltover Springs Dance School history, our board was left completely at a loss when attempting to choose between our two top contenders for Star Senior. For this reason, we unanimously agreed that this year's Senior Showcase will feature both students. We’ve decided on a contemporary duet, and for this piece, we've chosen Y/n Y/l/n, and Violet Lanes. Round of applause for this year's Star Seniors!"

୨ৎ Your smile drops as quickly as it had appeared on your face just minutes ago

୨ৎ What. The. Hell.

୨ৎ You'd been pushing yourself beyond measure to earn this distinction, and if you were being honest, you'd rather not have earned it all than be the first student in the school's history forced to share it; and nevertheless, with Violet Lanes

୨ৎ As much you loved dance, you hated Violet; who was now more commonly referred to as Vi, courtesy of the nickname her first dance teacher gave to her

୨ৎ She’d been taking Hip-Hop lessons at the school for as long as you'd been taking Ballet lessons, and by the time you both started taking the same contemporary dance class in the 6th grade, your instructors had already started placing bets on which one of you it would be to earn the Star Senior distinction

୨ৎ You wonder if maybe you and Vi could've become friends if it weren't for how fiercely competitive you both were

୨ৎ But, alas: the two of you were nothing if not fiercely competitive, and oh how ironic it was that you'd now share the distinction that had driven you two so far apart

୨ৎ Clearly, Ekko was loving the irony

୨ৎ "Alright, alright, Star Senior! I can't wait for this one..." he'd say, rubbing his hands together with a shit-eating grin on his face

୨ৎ "I'm so pissed," you'd laugh incredulously, shoving pointe shoes into your bag, "I’d even let Caitlyn have my goddamn spot instead!”

୨ৎ "Ouch,"

୨ৎ You'd recognize the voice behind you anywhere

୨ৎ "If we're gonna be spending this much time together, you might wanna learn to love me, sugar plum.”

୨ৎ You turn to see Vi holding out a piece of paper- the schedule for the upcoming dance season- and your eyes scan for the following dates and times:

୨ৎ Mon, Tues, Thurs, Fri- Company Rehearsal: The Nutcracker; 5:30-7:00 PM

୨ৎ Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri- Senior Showcase Rehearsal; 7:15-8:00 PM

୨ৎ You double, triple, quadruple check that you’re seeing this right

୨ৎ "Every day...?" you whisper, mostly to yourself

୨ৎ "Every day. Short sessions, so we can't really afford not to meet every day."

୨ৎ You look up to find that she's sucking her teeth, trying her best not to crack a satisfied smile at the irritation on your face, and anger pierces through you like a lightning bolt

୨ৎ “You're such a dick,” you seethe, eyes narrowed

୨ৎ She just rolls her own in response, unphased as usual; you'd never been able to get a rise out of her the way she could get one out of you, and that just pissed you off even more

୨ৎ “Look,” she sighs, “I don't want to do this stupid ass duet any more than you do, and I sure as hell didn't bust my ass for this distinction so that I could share it, so let's just get the show over with, and then we never have to see each other again. Cool?”

୨ৎ And you admit- for the first time ever, and certainly not out loud- that she's right; you just needed to get through the next eight months, and then you'd never have to see Violet Lanes again…

୨ৎ But why didn't that feel as good to think about as you thought it would? 

୨ৎ When 7:15 PM rolls around the next evening, you're already spent from your first day of rehearsals for The Nutcracker

୨ৎ You're hot, sweaty, and tired; and when you walk in a minute late to see Vi checking the imaginary watch on her hand, you know the next few months are going to test your patience like nothing has before

୨ৎ “Don’t piss me off,” you spit, shaking your head as you hold a hand out to her

୨ৎ Vi quirks an eyebrow and chuckles through her nose. "Hello to you too, sugar plum."

୨ৎ You scoff at the stupid nickname before you both turn to the instructor, whose eyebrows are raised as he wonders what the hell he's just gotten himself into

୨ৎ The two of you barely speak to each other during your rehearsals; you're just there to learn the moves, and frankly, try not to end each session at each other’s throats

୨ৎ The latter is a bit of a challenge for the two of you, surprising no one, but what does surprise you is the undeniable chemistry you and Vi have as dance partners

୨ৎ You two are quick to learn every move, and even quicker to learn each other; you sync effortlessly… 

୨ৎ Until, the lift

୨ৎ You could not-for the life of you- get the damn lift down

୨ৎ In fact, it takes an entire week of rehearsals just to get halfway there, and even then, it's nowhere near performance-ready

୨ৎ "We might have to scratch the lift and come up with something else," your instructor muses, scratching his chin and looking down at his notebook for other ideas

୨ৎ And Vi is quick to notice the way your face falls in response to his words

୨ৎ To know you was to know someone who demanded perfection from themselves, and it was evident that the idea of not being able to handle something as simple as a lift was going to eat at you

୨ৎ And so, she asks you to stay late that day… a proposal you immediately reject, because,

୨ৎ “I don’t need extra practice, and I certainly don’t need to spend more time with you.”

୨ৎ “Y/n,” she’d deadpan, hands on her hips, “Cut the shit. This is why we can’t get the lift down. You freeze up as soon as you get halfway in the air, and when you hesitate, I hesitate, and then I start to drop you, and all of this because you hate me so much that you can’t even relax into a lift you learned to do when you were 15.”

୨ৎ You huff out a laugh, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms

୨ৎ “Seriously?” You challenge, “Well… maybe you’re just not strong enough to-”

୨ৎ She quirks an eyebrow and gives you a knowing smirk

୨ৎ Yeah… you kinda figured that one wouldn’t work

୨ৎ “Okay… well, I actually learned to do that lift when I was 13, so it’s been a while since-”

୨ৎ “Y/n,” she interrupts, her voice much more stern than the first time your name left her lips 

୨ৎ “What?!” you seethe, now kicking yourself for getting so damn flustered

୨ৎ Vi takes a step forward, and for the first time in your 7-year-long rivalry, her expression softens as she speaks to you

୨ৎ And something blossoms in your belly; something much too close to butterflies for your liking…

୨ৎ “What we’re doing… it’s not working anymore.”

୨ৎ You look up at her through your eyelashes, a pout on your face

୨ৎ You know she’s right

୨ৎ “The break-up speech usually happens after we date, for the record,” you mumble

୨ৎ And she can’t help but laugh, and you can’t help but crack a smile, and have her eyes always crinkled up like that when she laughs?

୨ৎ “C’mon, you know what I mean. You don’t have to like me… but you’ve at least gotta trust me. Just enough for me to hold you in the air for like, three seconds,” she chuckles, “can you do that?”

୨ৎ You stare at her; pensive, hesitant

୨ৎ “I can try.”

୨ৎ “Okay,” she breathes out with a smile, “Then let’s try.”

୨ৎ She presses play on her phone, the same 10-second interval that you’ve heard countless times now begins playing, and you go for the lift; better this time, but she can feel that you’re still unsure 

୨ৎ “Damn it,” you spit as she places you back onto your feet

୨ৎ But this time, her hands don’t leave your hips

୨ৎ “Hey,” she calls out with a squeeze to your sides, “Relax. It’s okay, you’re doing good. I’ve got you, I promise.” 

୨ৎ She’s never talked to you like this before

୨ৎ Had her voice always sounded so sweet? 

୨ৎ Where did that scar on her lip come from?

୨ৎ When did she get this close to you?

୨ৎ “You good?” 

୨ৎ Your eyes snap up to meet hers, and what a pretty shade of blue, and you don’t even mean to lick your lips, and- 

୨ৎ “No fucking way,” she smirks, “you’re checking me out right now?” 

୨ৎ You’re quick to push off of her, immediately denying such claims

୨ৎ “No! What are you talking about? I’m not-”

୨ৎ “Dude, you so are; you just bit your lip!”

୨ৎ “I did not-” you break with a chuckle, closing your eyes. “I was not checking you out.”

୨ৎ“Look at you! Lying through your teeth! It was so obvious, Y/n, I swear to-”

୨ৎ “Are you gonna keep stating the obvious then? Or are you gonna do something about it?”

୨ৎ And oh, did she.

୨ৎ Right there in the studio. 

୨ৎ (And all those mirrors… really makes you think…)

୨ৎ Anyhow... it's safe to say that the next day, your instructor was pleasantly surprised to find that the lift was suddenly no longer an issue

୨ৎ You have your first costume fitting the next week

୨ৎ Your tutu was baby pink, covered in glitter and Swarovski crystals, and stuck straight out from your hips; it was exactly what you dreamed of wearing when you saw The Nutcracker for the first time

୨ৎ You'd beam at yourself in the mirror before turning to Ekko, who was already in his Nutcracker costume

୨ৎ "How do I look?" You'd ask

୨ৎ "Holy shit,"

୨ৎ You and Ekko would turn to the voice you'd recognize anywhere; and there stood a head of hot-pink hair, leaning against the doorframe of the ballet studio, chewing on a granola bar

୨ৎ "You look like a fucking cupcake."

୨ৎ Ekko would let out a bark of laughter, and you'd roll your eyes

୨ৎ "I'm a Sugar Plum Fairy," you'd correct, annoyance lacing your tone

୨ৎ "The Sugar Plum Fairy, lest I not forget," Vi would tease

୨ৎ And Ekko would think he was going crazy when he sees Vi shoot you a wink, and you smile back

୨ৎ “Pretty,” Vi would muse before strolling off into the hallway

୨ৎ Okay, now he was sure he was going crazy

୨ৎ “Wait… Y/n, is that a hickey on your neck?!”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

P.S. - so do y'all want a full-length dance studio smut scene or...

[one-sunny]

Undercover

Sanji x Reader, Portgas D. Ace x Reader

Summary: During undercover missions that lead you to being at their side, they come to realize just how deep they feel for you.

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♡ Sanji ♡

He wasn’t sure what he had done in life to end up in this moment with you, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. The outfit you wore squeezed tight to your chest, something high ball and entirely opposite of your usual attire. It certainly wasn’t what a pirate would adorn in their day to day. And Sanji had to repeat Nami’s orders in his mind like a mantra to keep his eyes from wondering and the blood safely inside of his body where it belongs so to not raise any suspicions.

But it was so hard.

The classical music rings in Sanji’s ear as your hand was placed in his- warm and soft and something he would kill to hold outside of a mission. Your other hand is placed gently on his shoulder and utterly driving him crazy any time your fingers would softly graze the collar of his shirt. And his other hand was on your waist, holding you close to him. Chest to chest in your distractingly tight top.

Sanji wasn’t sure if he needed to thank the heavens or curse them for putting him in such a situation.

Blend in.

That was all that the two of you needed to do, in theory. Join the couples dancing, just in time for the song that required partners to be switched and twirled about. To land yourself in the arms of a specific Admiral and Sanji into his wives. To follow Nami’s plan and get the information needed. Blend in. Play the part. The part, however, was his biggest struggle. To have you on his arm for the night, acting as his loving partner, and having to act as if he doesn’t enjoy it entirely.

“Sanji.” Your voice is melodic in his ear, blending perfectly with the stringed instruments as you call his name. “Keep looking at me like that and I might think it’s not just an act for the mission.”

A genuine smile lights his face, “Ah, darling, you should know that I’m entirely head over heels for you.” Your laugh echoes in his mind, never taking him seriously. Sanji could drop to his knees before you to confess and you would still not believe him. He supposes he only has himself to blame for it.

The music crescendo’s and Sanji very reluctantly lets your hand go, watching as you twirl into another man’s arms. He almost misses the catch with the woman twirling into his arms.

She flashes a bright smile that’s emphasized by her age lines. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, your partner will come back around here soon.” She pats a hand against Sanji’s chest in attempt to comfort. “That’s just the way of the dance.”

“I understand,” He chuckles, a hand placed respectfully on her waist. “I’m just, uh…”

“In love.” The woman grins. “You remind me a lot of my Carlisle, ah, the days of young love.” She recounts dreamily. This pulls a flush to Sanji’s face.

With a hearty bridge and a playful smile, the woman is off, and you’re twirling back into Sanji’s arms with a bright smile.

“Ah, there you are.” Your smile has his heart fluttering. “We need to get closer.” A subtle head nod towards the dancing targets, Sanji’s eyes following for a moment, before his focus is back on you.

“Then follow my lead.” He guides your movements flawlessly with seemingly practiced motions, some others taking his lead and disrupting the arrangement of dancers. Luckily, the admiral and his wife remain in place.

Once you’re settling into your spot, there’s an awed look in your eyes. “You’re a really great dancer.” The compliment sends heat searing over his skin.

“I could take you any time.” Sanji’s response is automatic.

“Any time? Promise you’ll catch me when I swoon?” You dramatically place the back of your hand to your forehead with an ever present smile on your face.

“Always.”

“Always?” You click your tongue at him. “Don’t make any promises you can’t keep.”

“Darling, I would walk through hell for even a chance to sweep you off your feet.” If not for the close proximity, Sanji would have missed the way your breath hitches. Your eyes lock together and tension sparks in the small space between you. He almost regrets his words, until-

“You there! Boy!” A voice shouts.

Sanji’s head whips around to spot the Admiral with eyes focused on the two of you. Your fingers tighten around his coat but Sanji clears his throat and forces a smile. “Yes?”

“You’re a rather skilled dancer, huh?”

“Oh, I suppose.”

“Don’t be modest, boy! You saw how everyone followed your lead there!” He gestures a hand around the room, how many switched up at Sanji’s lead.

“And for good reason too!” His wife beams. “See, this guy has two left feet.” She pats her husband on the chest and he chuckles. “I might just steal yours away for more than a few counts, if that’s okay, dear?” Her question is directed towards you.

“Oh,” You take a deep breath and glance towards Sanji. He offers a reassuring smile that seems to melt away your tension. “Of course, long as you bring him back.”

“I’ll think about it.”

And then you’re twirling into the enemies arms and his wife into Sanji’s. He tries to offer the woman his full attention but it is easily stolen away by you. Sure, it was all a part of the mission, but he hates this moment. When you stand quite literally toe to toe with a dangerous man and are no longer at his side.

It almost made him sick, that realization.

He would certainly walk through hell to sweep you off your feet- to even get a chance to lay eyes on you one last time. And now? Now he decided it was time to make sure that you know that for absolute certainty.

♤ Ace ♤

He was almost certainly going to lose it. Far too aware of your presence, of the way his skin burns in an unfamiliar way at your touch. Most of his focus was being put into not bursting into flames as your lips brush over his ear to say something. A shiver runs through him and he fully missed what ever words slip past your lips.

“Hmm?” Ace blinks, head tipping closer to you with lidded eyes. He watches as you freeze, staring right back at him, before a grin pulls to your lips. You’re already pressed into his side, tucked safely under his arm, but you still managed to lean in closer.

“Stop getting distracted, Fire Fist.” Your voice is low, teasing. Enough to drive him mad. “You’re supposed to make me mad, remember?”

Right.

The mission.

It had all been Marco’s idea to begin with.

A rival pirate captain with certain information that the crew was in need of. Information that he would never freely offer up to a Whitebeard pirate. However, it was well known that the man had a raging savior complex when it came to a pretty face, and a deep seated hatred for Ace.

So you were led to playing Ace’s lover, much to Ace’s discomfort. Acting like he was in love with you wouldn’t be such a hard task but finding a balance would be. To act in love, but not too much where it becomes suspicious to you. To not let it show how real the feelings are.

And to get into a fight with you.

To cause enough of a disruption to catch the captains attention, but not to get either of you kicked out.

But Ace was enjoying himself. Enjoyed having you under his arm and playing the part. Enjoyed having you play into it with lingering touches that shot electricity through him and tempting whispers in his ear. Enjoyed the experience of what it would feel like to have you as he has always wanted.

Ace hums in thought, “Don’t know if I can, how could I ever get mad at you?”

And you’re looking up at him through your lashes, a lazy smile on your lips. “Awh, come on, you’re dramatic enough that i’m sure you can figure something out.”

“Me? Dramatic?” He places a hand to his chest in mock offense, relishing in the little giggle you let out in response. “Alright, what if I yelled at you for snoring too loud.”

“I do not!” You laugh, rolling your eyes as you attempt to stamp down a smile.

Ace tips his head closer, “Then what about you not doing your chores.”

“As if you ever pick up a broom.”

“Maybe how rude you are to everyone.” He raises a brow and you roll your eyes again.

“Awh, come on, I’m an angel.” You bat your lashes and his heart skips a beat. “Come on, focus on my bad qualities instead of making stuff up.”

“You don’t have any bad qualities.” The words roll off of his tongue before he can even think about them. You blink at him with surprise evident on your face, before a grin pulls to your lips.

“Careful, Fire Fist, or I might start believing you really are obsessed with me.” You graze a finger over his forearm, playing up the couples act. “That this all isn’t even an act.”

Ace feels heat rising into his cheeks and quickly looks away. He clocks where the captain stands surrounded by a rather large group of crew members. When his eyes flicker over to meet Ace’s eye, his lip curls in distaste.

“We should get on with it.” He mutters to you. As much as he wishes to drag this night out, he was almost certain that you would realize that it’s not an act. And he couldn’t have that right now. Then Ace leans in to ghost his lips over your ear and he misses the way your breath catches. “Pretend I’m saying the worst thing ever to you right now.”

“You know, you still can.”

“I could never.” Ace’s breath is hot on your ear. “Now, wipe that smile off your face and start yelling at me.”

Taking in a deep breath, you glare at Ace and begin raising your voice. It’s an argument that holds no real substance but the angry look on your face feel a little too real for anyone around you to question it. The tears that well up in your eyes almost tempt him to reach out to you. Ace never realized that you were such a good liar.

He plays his part, pushing his feelings aside, until you storm off. You wipe at your cheeks as you walk off towards the bar closest to the captain. Ace slumps in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, and trying to maintain a resting glare.

But as the captain stands, the glare becomes real as he settles in at your side. This was the aspect of the mission that he most dreaded. While he hated watching another man trying to comfort you in your fake hurt, it bothered him most that you had to do this part alone. That he couldn’t be at your side anymore.

Ace doesn’t even realize he’s staring until he catches the captains eye, a smug look on his face as an arm moves around your shoulder. Your body tenses and Ace’s fingers twitch at his sides. You looked uncomfortable… far more uncomfortable than you were at his side.

That’s where you should be, Ace decides. Tucked right into his side and whispering in his ear.

Ace is almost certain the man could feel the heat of his glare. His head turns back towards Ace but you’re catching the man’s cheek, palm on his face and forcing his eyes back to you, that sultry look in your eye as you say something to him. Then your hand drops to his shoulder, fiddling with the collar of his shirt, and Ace can feel the jealousy blooming in his chest.

He knows- He knows it’s all a mission. He knows that your couples act was fake. He knows that the way you lean closer into the captain was all an act.

But it only makes him burn hotter.

Then, you’re giving him the signal and Ace slides out of the booth before he knows it. Ace squeezes his hands into fists and can’t stop himself from silently hoping this all goes south. That he gets to throw a fiery fist directly into the captains smug face. “Hey.” He barks. “Why don’t you back off of what’s mine.”

“Oh, that’s cute.” The man chuckles darkly, jerking you just out of Ace’s reach. “But, they’re coming with me now. You had your chance.”

“They’re not going anywhere with you.”

And thus, a brawl sparks between the captain and the second division commander. Fists fly and Ace misses the way your eyes stay on him the entire time. It’s not until the captain is thrown through the wall, leaving a splintered hole in the bar, that you finally rush forwards to grab Ace.

“I have what we need so let’s go, you idiot.” And then you’re dragging him away. The crew begins shouting for their captain as they watch you pulling Fire Fist towards the door, their suspicions having been proved correct.

The two of you run until the shouting and footsteps from behind you cease. As you slow to stop, Ace catches your breathless laugh. “What?” He prompts, preparing himself for what ever teasing remarks you were about to throw his way.

“Oh, nothing.” You wave a hand at him but cannot stamp down your smile. “Just find it amusing that you threw a guy through a wall for me.”

“For the mission.” Ace rolls his eyes but he is thankful for the night sky that prevents you from seeing his flushed cheeks.

“I’m just saying, you’d make a good boyfriend. All protective and stuff.” You bump your shoulder against his own and his stomach flutters.

Ace’s throat is dry, “Cut it out.”

“I’m serious!” You giggle, looping your arm around his. “Maybe we’d be a good match after all.”

His steps falter at this, nearly stumbling over his own boots. “What?”

“Nothing,” You quickly shake your head. “Let’s go, we gotta get this baby back to Whitebeard.” Then you’re showing off the ruby medallion that you had snatched off the captain. “He said it was some kind of key, so probably the thing Marco’s team has been looking for.”

Then you’re pocketing it again and tugging Ace along with you, leaving him with hope blooming in his chest, and an all consuming affection for you. Maybe he was obsessed with you.

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Hyunjin x reader / Idol x Backup dancer / dom!Hyunjin / smut

**involves!!** tension, orgasm, dance practice, grinding, mirror sex, filling up, dirty talk, cursing, smut with feels, raw sex, strong language, cursing, rough, SMUT

enjoy xx (open for request)

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Hyunjin’s breath is shallow across from you, strands of hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. The choreo is intense—hips grinding, bodies pressed too close for “just practice.” Every lift, every grip, every stare lingers too long.

He’s watching you again. Not just your moves. You.

“Again,” he says, voice low, lips parted like he’s just come out of a dream. He doesn’t look away. “Let’s run the second chorus.”

You nod. Pretend like your heart isn’t trying to break free from your ribs.

The music starts. Heat coils in your gut as you lock eyes in the mirror. He’s behind you, chest against your back, hands splayed over your hips as the choreo dictates. But his fingers twitch—grip tightening. Improvised. His breath brushes your ear.

“You’re getting better,” he murmurs.

“Practice makes perfect,” you manage, though your voice wavers. He chuckles, low and dark, and you swear it vibrates through your spine.

AFTER HOURS

The others are gone. The lights are dimmed. The only sound now is your shared breath and the soft scuff of sneakers on the floor. You stretch, pretending not to notice Hyunjin still watching you from across the studio, water bottle in hand, shirt damp with sweat.

“You’re staying late again?” he asks, approaching.

You shrug. “Wanted to clean up the footwork on that last eight-count.”

He steps closer. “I can help.”

Too close now. His gaze flicks to your lips, then to your collarbone where your tank has slipped. You don’t move.

“Or,” he says slowly, voice dipped in something dangerous, “we could run the whole thing… no counts. Just… feel it.”

You nod, heart in your throat.

The music swells. This time, you let yourself fall into it. There’s no routine now—only instinct. Your bodies move in sync, heat to heat. His hand slides down your side as your hips roll into his. His mouth is at your neck. The mirror reflects every breathless moment—every flicker of hunger in his eyes.

At the final beat, he doesn’t let go.

You turn to face him. Neither of you speak.

He leans in. “Tell me to stop.”

You don’t.

When his lips finally crash into yours, it’s all teeth and tongue and need. He backs you against the mirror, hands on your ass, lifting you like you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap around him on instinct.

“Been wanting this since the first practice,” he growls.

Your nails rake down his back as his hips grind into yours. His hardness is undeniable, pressing right where you need him.

“Take it off,” you whisper, tugging at his shirt. He obeys, and your top follows. Skin against skin, sweat-slick and desperate.

He turns you around, hands gripping your waist as he bends you forward just enough to see everything in the mirror. The glint in his eyes—feral. He kisses down your spine, slow, reverent.

"Look how perfect you are," Hyunjin breathes, voice dark and reverent as his eyes drink you in through the mirror.

Your hands pressed against the cool glass, a strong contrast to the fever in your skin. His hands are firm on your hips, thumbs stroking soft circles like he's calming a storm he started. His cock throbs against your folds, teasing—but not giving in just yet.

“Say it,” he whispers, leaning in so his lips brush your ear. “Say you want this.”

You whimper, voice catching. “I want it, Hyunjin. I want you.”

That’s all it takes.

He slides in, slow, deliberate—inch by inch. The stretch is maddening. He’s big, and you’re already soaked, but he moves like he wants to feel every second of it. Your eyes flutter shut, a moan slipping from your lips as he bottoms out.

“No,” he growls, hand tangling in your hair, tugging your head up to face the mirror. “Eyes open. Watch me ruin you.”

You do.

You watch as his hips pull back, the head of his cock just barely inside you, before slamming forward again, sharp enough to make your knees buckle. He catches you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other sliding up your chest to palm your breast through your bra, fingers teasing your nipple until it's pebbling under the lace.

"You love this, don’t you?" he pants, fucking into you with deep, rhythmic thrusts that make your ass bounce against his hips. “Being bent over like this—put on display for me. So needy.”

You’re moaning now—filthy, desperate. “Yes, fuck, Hyunjin—don’t stop.”

He slaps your ass, the crack echoing in the studio. You gasp, then moan louder. The sting mixes with the heat pooling in your belly.

"That's it. Be loud for me, baby."

He shifts the angle, fucking up into that spot that makes your toes curl, and suddenly your entire body tenses. He feels it—smirks against your shoulder as he kisses a mark into your skin.

“You gonna come already?” he taunts. “You that cockdrunk for me?”

You nod frantically, tears brimming as your legs tremble. “I—I can’t hold it—”

“You don’t have to,” he whispers, hand slipping between your legs again, fingers flicking your clit in tight, ruthless circles. “Come all over my cock, baby. Let them all hear what I do to you.”

You fall apart.

Your body jerks, waves of pleasure ripping through you as your vision goes white and your knees give out. He holds you there, fucked-out and gasping, while he fucks you through your orgasm, never once slowing down.

Then he’s pulling out suddenly, flipping you to face him, hoisting you up by your thighs with that dancer strength. You wrap around him like it’s second nature, nails clawing at his back as he slams back inside you, fucking you against the mirror now, eye to eye.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up,” he groans, sweat dripping from his temple as his thrusts grow erratic. “You want that, baby? Want me to come in you?”

You moan like it’s the only word you know. “Yes—please, fill me up, I want it—”

With a deep, broken moan, he buries himself inside you one last time, hips jerking as he spills into you, hot and thick. You feel every pulse of it, every twitch as he holds you tight, panting into your neck like he’s never come that hard in his life.

You’re both trembling, stuck between overstimulated and insatiable, but he doesn’t let go.

Instead, he kisses you—soft, almost tender.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Practice really does make perfect.”

You giggle breathlessly, still impaled on his cock. “So what now? More practice?”

He smirks, that devilish glint back in his eye.

“Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

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hiii could i ask for headcanons for pomefiore with a s/o fem who loves to sing and dance flamenco? It's like her strong point sjsbjs and to get some coins at school she even made like a mini presentation where at the end the students who liked the presentation would give her some coins :')) I'm sorry if it's a bit long jdbdj but it would be something like that ~ thanks in advance ^^

Pomifiore with a flamenco dancer s/o

Vil Schoenheit

The lights are low in the auditorium, but a single spotlight follows your every move as your heels strike the stage with rhythmic force. The shawl you wear flows like flame, every twist of your body controlled, powerful. You’re performing for the school’s little fundraiser showcase, and the coins clink into the box at your feet with each dramatic pause.

Vil watches from the first row, arms crossed, expression unreadable,until the performance ends.

When the crowd claps, he rises slowly, walking backstage with practiced elegance.

“You’ve improved your balance,” he says without preamble. His eyes meet yours with that usual intensity. “The precision in your wrist flicks,it was captivating. But your posture during the zapateado was off by exactly two degrees. Fix that.”

You’re used to his critiques, but then he does something rare: he reaches out and adjusts your posture with his hands, gently, guiding your spine with his fingertips. His voice softens.

“Still... I couldn’t look away. You’re stunning when you dance.”

You feel warmth bloom in your chest. Vil may strive for perfection, but you’ve found he treasures raw passion too,especially when it’s yours.

Rook Hunt

The courtyard is bathed in golden afternoon light, warm and honeyed, the perfect stage for your impromptu performance. You’ve laid down a piece of wood to protect your heels from the stone path, the castanets in your fingers clicking in perfect rhythm. Your body moves with grace and power, the sway of your hips hypnotic, your expression commanding.

Rook had promised he wouldn’t come today,he wanted to “preserve the mystery,” as he put it.

But you feel his presence before you even hear him.

When the final beat echoes and you dip into a dramatic pose, you spot the flash of his feathered hat behind the ivy-covered columns.

“Rook Hunt,” you call, turning with mock sternness, “You said you’d stay away.”

He strides toward you unabashedly, clapping slowly, his eyes gleaming with admiration. “Ma colombe ardente! You cannot expect me to resist such an irresistible performance. You are a storm of passion, a tempest in human form!”

You can’t help laughing. “You're lucky the students liked it,I made enough to afford actual lunch.”

He steps closer, lowering his voice to a theatrical whisper. “Forget lunch. I would pay a hundred coins just to witness your dance again. No stage, no crowd. Just us.”

You tilt your head. “You like watching me that much?"

“Mais oui. It is the raw truth in your movement, the soul in your song. You wear your spirit like a crown, and I—” he pauses, placing a hand over his heart dramatically, “—am but your loyal admirer. Helpless.”

You roll your eyes fondly, knowing that behind the poetry and theatrics, Rook means every word.

“I’ll let you be my private audience,” you offer, smiling. “But you bring the lunch next time.”

“Deal,” he says, already bowing low like a knight before a queen. “C’est un honneur.”

Epel Felmier

It’s nearly dusk when you find an empty classroom with a smooth wooden floor,perfect for some practice. You set up your music, lace your flamenco shoes, and start slow. The rhythm builds, and soon you’re stomping, spinning, singing under your breath. Every step echoes your strength. Every beat carries your pride.

You don’t notice Epel until you finish.

He’s standing awkwardly by the doorway, holding a bottle of apple juice and a little wrapped snack. His mouth is slightly open like he’s unsure what to say.

“That was... dang,” he mumbles finally. “That was real good.”

You grin, catching your breath. “You spying on me again?”

“I wasn’t spying!” he says quickly, cheeks red. “I was passing by, and then I saw you start dancing, and... I couldn’t look away.”

He shuffles closer, fiddling with the juice. “You looked strong. Not just pretty, but like... fierce. Like you’d knock someone out with a heel if they talked trash.”

You burst out laughing. “I have stepped on someone once.”

“I knew it!” He grins proudly like that’s the coolest thing ever. “No wonder the guys in my dorm say you’re kinda scary.”

“Scary?” you repeat, raising a brow.

“In a hot way!” he adds, panicking. “Like, badass scary!”

You laugh again, heart light. He sets down the juice and suddenly steps forward, puffing his chest out.

“Teach me?” he asks. “Just one step. I wanna be able to dance with you next time. Even if it’s just the basic stuff.”

You take his hand and guide him, showing him the footwork slowly. He messes up, almost trips, but doesn’t stop trying.

As the sun sets behind the windows, you two move awkwardly together in rhythm,a tiny, clumsy duet but one that makes you smile more than any stage performance ever has.

English is not my first language !

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Hey i love your work! I was wondering you could do a fic with Smitty. Maybe something along the lines of her being a dancer for University of Minnesota or somewhere and going to dance at UDA nationals since it’s in California and Will goes to support her. Maybe reader didn’t think he could make it or something?

Will Smith x reader

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The convention center in Anaheim buzzed with energy — glitter, hairspray, and adrenaline practically dripping from the walls. Every hallway echoed with counts of “five, six, seven, eight,” and your team had already run your routine four times since breakfast.

Your cheeks were flushed from exertion, your bun was so tight it was giving you a mild headache, and the butterflies in your stomach? Borderline aggressive.

“This place is chaos,” Kayla muttered beside you, stretching out her legs against the wall. “I swear, I almost got trampled by a group from LSU.”

You gave her a distracted laugh, glancing down at your phone again. Still nothing.

Will hadn’t texted you all day. Which, okay, fine — he was in the middle of a West Coast swing with the Sharks and had a game last night, so you shouldn’t have expected much. But part of you still wished he'd at least sent a little good luck message.

You opened your camera, checked your makeup, then backed out again and clicked on his contact. After a moment of hesitation, you hit the FaceTime button.

It rang once. Twice.

Then his sleepy face appeared, lit only by the glow of his phone and the faint blue light of... an airplane seat?

“Hey, babe,” he said, voice scratchy but warm.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Was trying to. Early flight.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “You look pretty. Is it glitter or sweat?”

“Both,” you deadpanned, but you softened almost immediately. “I miss you.”

He smiled gently, and it made your chest ache. “I miss you more.”

Your heart squeezed, and your brain tried to keep you cool. Chill. Normal. Not at all like the mildly unhinged girlfriend who’d been checking the arrivals board at the hotel lobby like a psycho just in case he magically appeared.

“I know you can’t come,” you said, trying for breezy. “It’s fine. You’ve got games, travel, you’re, like, an NHL player and stuff.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying that like you’re not the one about to perform at Nationals. You’re kind of a big deal too.”

You smiled, cheeks heating. “Not Sharks-level big.”

“Okay, true,” he teased, smirking. “But I’d put University of Minnesota dance team up there.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the hallway wall, lowering your voice as some of your teammates passed by.

“I just wish you could’ve seen it, that’s all,” you mumbled. “But it’s okay.”

Will tilted his head, studying you through the screen. “Hey. You know I want to be there more than anything, right?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“Seriously. I hate missing your stuff.”

You tried to keep your tone light. “Well, unless you’ve got a time machine or a private jet, there’s not much you can do about it.”

He chuckled. “Not this time.”

The words caught your attention, but he immediately yawned and leaned back against the headrest. “Okay, I gotta crash for a bit. Text me after your routine?”

“Of course.” You hesitated, then added, “I love you.”

His smile returned, softer now. “Love you too, superstar.”

You hung up and stared at your screen, heart tugging in two directions.

Half of you was grateful for the call. The other half? Still lowkey devastated.

--- --- ---

You didn’t have time to be sad the next morning.

Nationals day was a whirlwind. Warm-ups, makeup touch-ups, double-checking your team jacket, eating half a protein bar while a teammate fixed your lashes — it was full-on competition energy.

Still, in the quiet moments — tying your shoes, stretching at the edge of the practice floor — your mind wandered.

You kept checking the audience every time you passed the performance hall, knowing fully well he wasn’t going to be there. And yet…

“Girl, stop scanning the crowd like it owes you money,” Kayla said, tossing you a water bottle. “If Will was gonna be here, you’d know.”

You groaned and collapsed onto the bench. “I know. I’m being insane.”

“You’re not.” She sat beside you and bumped her shoulder into yours. “Just in love.”

“Ew.”

She grinned. “Disgusting, honestly.”

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Will Smith was sprinting through the arrivals terminal at LAX with his duffle bag over his shoulder and his baseball cap pulled low.

He had exactly two hours until your scheduled performance time, and traffic in LA? His personal villain.

“Okay, okay, okay,” he muttered to himself, pulling out his phone. “Uber… no, Lyft’s faster right now… Anaheim, let’s go.”

His driver pulled up in a minivan that smelled like Febreze and stress. The guy didn’t say a word as Will tossed his bag in and jumped in the back, already loading up your team’s Instagram story to see if you’d posted anything.

Nothing. But the last story said “ON DECK IN 2 HOURS!!!” with a fire emoji and a team selfie. You were front and center, grinning — eyes bright, glitter catching the sun.

Will just stared for a second, smile creeping onto his face. God, he was so gone for you.

“Gotta get there,” he mumbled, like it would magically make traffic move faster.

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Back at the venue, your team circled up behind the stage. Warm-ups were done. Hair was set. You were minutes away.

Your hands shook as you adjusted your earrings. Not because of the routine — you knew it like the back of your hand. But the crowd was huge. The stakes were high.

And the one person you wanted to see wasn’t in the room.

“Alright,” your coach said, voice strong but emotional. “You’ve worked so hard for this. I want you to dance like it’s the last time you ever get to do this. Give it everything.”

You nodded, holding your teammates' hands, trying not to let the tears start too soon.

Then came the announcement. “Next up… the University of Minnesota!”

The cheers exploded. Lights shifted. You filed out onto the stage like you’d done in practice a hundred times. But this was it.

The moment.

The music started.

And your mind cleared.

Every count, every move — muscle memory took over.

You didn’t have to think about the turns, the transitions, or the final formation. You just felt it. The music, the beat, your teammates moving in sync around you — it all blended into this powerful, electric blur.

You crushed your turning combo, landed every leap with precision, and hit that final pose like your life depended on it. The second the music cut off, the arena erupted into cheers.

You were frozen in your final position, chest heaving, face burning with adrenaline and emotion. Then your teammates collapsed around you in a mess of hugs and high-pitched squeals.

Tears were already streaming down your cheeks as you ran offstage.

“We did it!” Kayla screamed, pulling you into a hug.

You laughed through the tears, wiping your eyes. “That felt unreal.”

You could barely process what was happening around you — the crowd noise, your coach crying, someone handing you water — but you still found yourself glancing toward the audience again, even though it was useless.

He wasn’t here.

You knew that.

You told yourself it was fine.

You were proud of yourself. Proud of your team. You didn’t need him there.

You just really, really wanted him.

Then a voice behind you said, “You didn’t even look at the front row.”

You spun around so fast you nearly tripped over your dance bag.

Standing there — sweaty, flushed from running, hair a mess under his Sharks cap — was Will.

You blinked. “No.”

He grinned. “Yeah.”

“No freaking way.”

Before he could respond, you launched yourself into his arms. He caught you instantly, laughing as he spun you in a small circle, ignoring the chaos around you. You were pretty sure half your team had noticed and were collectively losing their minds in the background, but none of it mattered.

“You said you weren’t coming!” you said into his hoodie, your voice muffled by emotion.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands on your waist. “I lied. But, like, romantically.”

You hit his chest. “You’re the worst.”

“You’re welcome.”

You stared at him for a second, blinking like he might disappear. “Wait… when did you get here?”

“Fifteen minutes before your routine. Security was a nightmare. Your coach almost didn’t let me back here — I had to show her, like, five photos of us together to prove I wasn’t a stalker.”

You laughed, a little breathless. “You’re insane.”

“I told you I wanted to be here more than anything.”

You grabbed his face and kissed him, glitter and all. “You’re a menace. But I love you.”

He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours. “Good. Because next time? I’m not letting you compete without me in the front row. Ever again.”

“Deal.”

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I’m so sorry for the unexpected hiatus — I recently started a full-time job, and it’s been a bit of a whirlwind adjusting to the new schedule. Writing had to take a backseat for a little while, but I’ve missed it (and all of you!) so much.

I’m going to do my best to get some new works out soon! In the meantime, feel free to send in any requests — I’d love to start working on things you want to see 💛 Thank you for being so patient and supportive!