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However, I have no idea how long this event will last —(it depends on how many customers I get and how much time I will have). But hopefully I can do at least 18 orders!

Border by: @suupersonic

Robert Robertson x fem!reader

Order number 4 completed!

WC: 3.3k

Minors Dont Interact!!

Tags: twin dad robert, robert being a simp, fluff

Marrying Robert was the best decision you ever made. He was the nicest, funniest, and most attentive guy you’ve ever dated. Despite this, you were a little shocked when Robert proposed to you during your sixth anniversary at the park right before sunset. It was so surreal watching Robert get down on one knee and hold up a small box, inside which was his mom’s wedding ring. 

“I’ll save up for a new one, one that’s only yours,” Robert said, uncharacteristically nervous, as if he thought you would say no. And although he would never admit it, he definitely cried when you said yes. 

The actual wedding was pretty simple, just a courthouse wedding and lunch at your favorite restaurant after. Once again, Robert promised to save up for the wedding of your dreams. You thought with a smile as you stared longingly at the framed picture of you and Robert’s wedding until you heard the door open. 

“Hi, honey, I’m home!” Robert said in an over-the-top 1950’s accent while carrying Beef. The second Beef saw you, he immediately jumped out of Robert’s arms and ran to lick all over your face, no matter how much you tried to cover your face to stop the attack.

While you were distracted by Beef, Robert made his way over to you to kiss you on the cheek. “What were you doing?” He asked as he lay directly on top of you, treating you as his own personal pillow. You shake your head, “Nothing, just looking at our wedding pictures, look how handsome you were.” 

Robert glanced at the picture before looking back at you, “You looked incredible that day, but then again, you look incredible every day.” 

You roll your eyes jokingly, “You’re such a flatter.” He shrugged before moving closer to you, which was pretty much impossible, but he still tried. 

“I could show you how incredible I think you look,” Robert said as he started to kiss your neck softly, looking at you in between each kiss.

The memories of what happened after that came rushing to your head as you stared at the pregnancy test: positive. In your heart, you should’ve known this was a possibility; it explained so much: the morning sickness, the sudden tiredness all the time, and your recently missed period. 

What am I supposed to tell Robert?? Filled your mind, you knew Robert always toyed with the idea of having kids, but he always spoke of it as if it were years away. You cover up the used pregnancy test with a tissue and try to calm down, for all you know, it could be a false positive. So you did the rational thing and took two more tests.

You almost bite off your fingernails as you stared at all three positive pregnancy tests. Now you couldn’t deny it anymore; you’re pregnant. A mix of emotions swarmed your brain; it’s not like you didn’t want kids, but the thought of actually raising children terrified you. You look at your phone; it’s currently eight pm, meaning you wouldn’t see Robert for at least another hour. More negative emotions washed over you. You and Robert both had jobs, but California was already expensive with just the two of you; who knows how expensive it’ll be for a family or three, maybe more. 

After thinking about the negative for a long time, you take a deep breath to pull yourself together. It's not like you would be completely alone during this; you had a support system to rely on: your family and Robert. Taking another deep breath, you leave the bathroom to think of a way to tell Robert the news.

Apparently, you managed to spend an entire hour in the bathroom because when you walked out, you saw Robert in the kitchen cooking dinner. 

Robert noticed you immediately, his face a mix of love and concern, “You ok? You’ve been in there a pretty long time.” 

“I have something to tell you.” 

“Ok? What is it?” His tone was full of confusion. His confusion only grew when you took a deep breath before saying, “I’m pregnant.” It was like time stopped the moment the words left your mouth. You couldn’t even look Robert in the eye when telling him the news, too scared about how he’d react. Unexpectedly, he walked over and hugged you tightly.

“I’m so happy.” 

“Really? I was worried you wouldn’t want kids right now.” 

“Well, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon, but it’s with you,” Robert said before kissing you softly. “How are you feeling? About the news, I mean.” 

“At first, I was worried about your reaction, but now I feel better knowing we’re in this together.” You say with a small smile. Instead of speaking, Robert kisses all over your face. 

“We’re always in this together, we’re a team.” 

The nine months of your pregnancy were a blur, and before you knew it, you had two beautiful twins: Cassandra first, and then 15 minutes later, Chase. Neither you nor Robert knew the babies’ gender, wanting it to be a surprise, so, in a roundabout way, you were both right. The twins were a perfect mix of you and Robert, something you both absolutely loved. Now, the twins were about seven months old. With very different personalities, Cassandra and Chase were very different babies: Chase was the definition of a velcro baby, and it only got worse as he grew. At the same time, Cassandra fussed and whined the second someone picked her up. 

The sounds of baby coos brought you back to the present. You looked down and almost laughed at Cassandra’s pout when you refused to let her go. 

“Don’t you wanna spend time with Mama?” You say before setting her next to Chase to get them dressed. “Ok, now which one?” You hold up the options for the day: overalls with a cute little teddy bear on them or a complete strawberry outfit. Chase babbled and tried to grab at the strawberry outfit while Cassandra went for the overalls. After you get them dressed, you put them in the double stroller and pack a diaper bag for a visit to Robert at work. Finally, you grabbed the picnic basket full of sandwiches, pasta, and small treats before leaving your apartment. His lunch break will be soon, then we can eat lunch. You thought as you began walking to the apartment building’s elevator. 

As you parked your car in Robert’s spot, you cooed to your children in the backseats to see if they were excited to see their dad. You take out the stroller from the trunk and make your way to Robert’s floor. You carried the basket, making sure no food would drop out. His team knew you were pregnant, but they all thought it was an elaborate joke. Finally, you made it to Robert’s cubicle. He was in the middle of dispatching, or at least you assumed dispatching because it seemed like a tangent. “Why would I lie about having kids?” Robert asked. You couldn’t hear the response, but you knew it irritated him since he took a deep breath before replying, “Anyway, my wife and kids are going to be here soon, so behave for my replacement.” Robert took off his headphones and began to massage his temples. 

“Sounds amazing,” you joke, trying to stop your laughter when Robert jumps at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re here early.” Like magic, a smile appeared on Robert’s face when he turned his chair and saw you. His smile only grew when he saw the twins. He stood up and kissed you on the cheek. “What do you want for lunch?” 

“Actually, I packed a basket so that we could have a family picnic!” You say cheerfully before the sound of fake gagging grabs your attention. You turned to find the source only to see Chase, the old one. 

“It’s too early for y’all to be acting as lovely dovely as y’all are,” Chase grumbled to himself–but still loud enough for Robert and you to hear–before turning his attention to the babies in the stroller. “Hii mini Chase and Cassie,” He immediately started to baby-talk his nephew and niece. “I’ll watch the kids while you’re gone.” 

Robert chuckled, “You already took Beef away from me, now it's my kids?” Chase shook his head, his attention still towards his niblets. “Your dad’s just mad people don’t like his ‘more boring than watching paint dry’ personality.” To add further insult to injury, both Chase and Cassie started to giggle madly. “See, even your kids agree.” Chase said proudly while Robert rolled his eyes playfully, “Well, my wife planned a family picnic, so I think the kids are needed.” Chase grumbled again before heading back to his desk. 

You and Robert walked to a nearby park, with him pushing the stroller while you carried the basket. When you found a perfect spot, you took out the picnic blanket and laid it on the ground. Robert then placed the twins on the blanket with building blocks and maracas. Immediately, Cassandra began shaking the maracas while Chase began playing with the blocks. 

“Have they eaten yet?” Robert asked while he sat around the twins with his legs wide, effectively caging them in. “Yes, but I packed extra bottles just in case.” You respond, sitting across from Robert, to further cage the twins. The picnic was very relaxing. With you and Robert enjoying each other’s company, you listening to him rant about the stupid shit the Z-team did, and both of you watching with pure love in your eyes when the twins do something cute. 

"Have I ever told you, you're an amazing cook?" Robert said between bites of your "marry me chicken" pasta. You giggled before joking back, "Well, it's not called 'marry me chicken' for no reason." To your surprise, Robert leaned over to kiss you, "Maybe I'll marry you again then." He leans in for another kiss, but you put your ring finger on his chest to keep him away. "I don't know if you remember, but kissing led us to this," you say, gesturing to the twins caught up in their own world.

Sadly, you couldn’t stay home with the twins forever and had to return to work. To make matters worse, you’re an HR representative and need to go on a week-long company “vacation.” As the supportive husband he is, Robert has spent the upcoming week trying to cheer you up. “I promise to FaceTime you every night, er, well, afternoon for you.” His words lifted your spirits a little; it was only a week after all. 

As you went through your suitcase one more time, just to make sure you had everything you needed, Robert placed both twins inside it. “I don’t know if you know this, but it’s illegal for babies to travel like this.” You tease, while he jeers, “I know, but our babies have something very important to say.” Taking your somewhat judgmental look as a sign to continue, Robert moves Cassandra’s mouth to make it seem like she’s talking, “We’ll miss you so much, Mama!” Then, he does the same to Chase: “Yeah, we’ll miss you thissss much!” He says, stretching Chase’s arms wide. You laugh uncontrollably, “I’ll miss you two, too.” You say, pulling the twins up for kisses. 

Robert fake-coughed to draw attention to himself. “Will you miss me too?” With a nod, you kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll miss you second after Beef.” Robert holds a hand over his heart. “Only second?” His voice is full of mock sadness. 

It’s been a day since you left, and Robert missed you greatly. He knew he was being overdramatic, but he’d gotten so used to waking up before you and staring at your sleeping face–even when you’re drooling. With a groan, Robert got out of bed, glancing at the baby monitor to see if the twins were awake. Usually, Chase was the first one in the house to be awake, always eager to be full of energy, but both he and Cassandra were blissfully asleep. Since it was still early, Robert took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and fed himself and Beef. This is pretty peaceful, he thought happily to himself.

The sound of loud crying ruined Robert’s peacefulness. I knew it was too good to last. He quickly made two bottles in case the twins were hungry, then walked to their room and found both babies crying loudly. After giving the twins their bottles, Robert glanced at the time: 6:00 am. Finally, the twins finished feeding, and Robert took turns burping them before placing them back into their cribs. 

“Ok, guys, Dad’s gonna get you ready.” Robert knew neither of the twins probably could understand him, but he loved talking to them nonetheless. He bathes them, ending up only slightly less wet than when he bathes Beef, and picks out two matching pairs of overalls. Thankfully, the twins didn’t make much of a fuss this morning, which gives Robert enough time to pack a diaper bag, toys, and a foldable playpen. 

When Robert got to his desk in the office, he started setting up the playpen and placed all the toys down. Then, he placed the twins in the playpen so that he could still see them while dispatching. 

“You do know daycares exist, right?” Chase jeered from his desk next to Robert, “The last thing I need to hear when listening to a bunch of whining babies is actual whining babies.” Robert rolled his eyes, “I know you don’t mean that, you love your godkids.” Chase grumbled before turning his attention back to his computer. 

The beginning of Robert’s shift was pretty uneventful, something he was thankful for since it gave him ample opportunities to check on the twins. In the midst of playing peek-a-boo with the twins, the topic of kids came up. 

“So how’s the ‘kids’ Bob Bob?” Flambae teased, his voice so full of condescension it immediately pissed Robert off. 

“My kids are great, why?” Robert pretended not to hear the snickers from the rest of the Z-team.

“Ok, I tried to be nice, but since that’s clearly not working. Why the fuck do you keep saying you have kids?” 

“Because I do have them? I don’t know why no one believes me.” 

“You’re lucky to be married, especially to your wife-” before Flambae could finish, both Malevola and Prism interjected, “Very hot wife.” Flambae groans, clearly annoyed about being interrupted, “Yes, a very hot wife, and you really expect us to believe you married a baddie AND she let you impregnate her?” 

“So I know this is gonna be a foreign topic to you, you know, since you’re pushing 40 and still single, but when a couple loves each other very much, they get married and sometimes have kids.” Robert knew it was petty, but hearing the sounds of Z-team ooing made him feel confident. 

“Bitch I could get married in a week if I felt like it!” Flambae said, either not hearing Prism’s small “Well..” or didn’t care. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud,” Robert said before quickly muting Flambae’s mic before he could respond. The sound of calls took everyone’s attention away from their little spat. 

It was Robert’s work break, so he decided to spend all of his time playing with the twins in the playpen. Technically, he was more of Chase’s personal playground, with him consistently climbing over Robert’s legs. 

“Wait, you really do have kids?” Robert took his gaze off the kids, only to see the Z-team looking shocked. “I literally have been telling you guys this since they were born??” Robert thought long and hard, “Also, I’ve sent you guys pictures of them?”

“Well, AI is pretty popular these days,” Sonar said as an excuse, to which Robert groaned. Coupe and Punch-Up took the opportunity to play with the twins. Punch-Up scooped up Chase and pretended to have an arm wrestling contest with him, “Such a strong grip for a little babe.” He comeded before tickling Chase into making him giggle. Meanwhile, Coupe and Cassandra were having a mini-staring contest, as if to size each other up. Eventually, Cassandra looks away because she’s a baby, “Such a firm stare for a baby,” which was basically a compliment in Coupe’s own way. 

After Coupe and Punch-Up finished doting on the twins, they were passed around to the majority of the Z-team. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to hold at least one?”  Robert asked Prism, who was busy scrolling on her phone.

“I don’t do babies, but I promise to be a more involved auntie when they’re around eight.” Prism glanced up from her phone to see Flambae, who somehow managed to carry both twins in his arms, “Just so you know, you’re not getting your kids back.” She must’ve noticed Robert’s confusion, so she continues, “Every time Bae’s around kids, especially babies, he refuses to let them go.” Robert shrugged it off. What’s the worst that can happen?

Turns out the worst that could happen is two grown men arguing over whose turn it is to hold the twins. “Just let me hold one, you greedy fuck!” Chase said as he tried (and failed) to jump enough to reach Flambae. “No bi–” He stops himself before cursing, a rare feat for him, before continuing, “Besides, they like me more than you old man!” Chase scoffed at this, “I know you’re not talking, pushing 50 old ass.” The argument grew increasingly heated to the point that a fight was likely to break out. 

“Hey! Gimme back my kids,” Robert said, not letting Flambae give any excuses before taking his kids away. This caused both Flambae and Chase to blame each other for getting the kids taken away. 

“Can you believe you both are better behaved than two old men?” Robert whispered to the twins, who giggled as if they understood the joke. 

It was in the late afternoon when Robert got a FaceTime call from you, which he answered immediately. “Hi, honey,” He said, his voice becoming sickly sweet. But he couldn’t help it, you were his wife and the mother of his kids. “How is your trip?” 

Your smile was so infectious that Robert started to smile as well. “It’s been pretty good, but I’ve been missing you like crazy.” Robert nods along understandingly. He’s also been missing you and made sure to tell you as much. The two of you continued to chat about the week so far, but it was mainly focused on you, since Robert wanted to talk to you more than about himself. 

“I know the trip will be over in two days, but it feels like a lifetime,” you rant dramatically. Robert chuckles, “Well, your company needs you since you’re such a good HR representative.” He says in hopes of cheering you up, which works since you're vain with modesty. 

“Before I lose track of time, can I see my babies?” The moment those words leave your mouth, Robert walked over to the twins’ room where they were sound asleep. “Aww, they’re so cute.” You whisper so as not to wake them up. Then, Robert pans his phone to Beef, who is sleeping next to the cribs like a chubby little guard dog. He quietly leaves the room and closes the door. The mood in the air went from proud parents to a married couple soon after, something you both blame on the other. “I know it’s been tough for you being away, so I promise to do the tongue thing you like.” 

Border by: @anitalenia, @thecutestgrotto

Ashley Brown x fem!reader

Order number 3 completed!

WC: 3.5k

Minors Don't Interact!!

Tags: toxic yuri, I haven't done ballet since I was five so please take this with a grain of salt, also I've never seen Black Swan so idk how accurate this is-, ashley's a little ooc, porn w/ plot, eating out, 69, switch ashley

You’ve always dreamed of being a prima ballerina, ever since you were a kid. After years of hard work and training, you finally had an opportunity to make your dreams come true. You’ve worked yourself through the ranks of the Washington Ballet Company, and nothing will stop you from being Odette in the production of Swan Lake. The odds weren’t exactly in your favor; you were always a part of the ensemble, never seen or acknowledged by the audience. But that's going to change, finally, this is your moment! 

No more standing in the background, you thought as you entered the audition room. The lights were blinding, the air was frigid, and there was no one other than you and the Washington twins, Madams Hannah and Beth. There was little difference between the two, since they were identical twins, but their personalities were completely different: Madam Hannah was patient and gentle; Madam Beth was demanding and strict. 

“Whenever you’re ready.” Madam Beth’s words cut through the air, silencing your thoughts as “Swan Theme” played. As the song played, you envisioned the scene, the role of Odette, and the applause you were so desperate to hear. Usually, you never tried this hard during auditions, but you were tired of being overlooked. Just as you were finishing your last pirouette, the music cut off, and you were confused.

“Your technique is sloppier than usual. Is everything ok?”  Madam Hannah asked, and you almost wanted to hate the way her eyes looked at you with pity. 

“Everything is fine, I’ll be sure to work on my technique,” you answered and watched in the corner of your eye as Madam Beth scoffed. 

“You’re dismissed.” You weren’t even listening enough to know who specifically said it; all you knew was that your ballet career was over. Maybe you were destined to stay in the ensemble, just a faceless nobody. You quickly grabbed your bag, thanked them for their time, and left the room. Thankfully, you managed to wait until you reached your room before breaking down in tears.

For the next two weeks, you were anxiously waiting for the casting list to be released. Finally, your prayers were answered as you saw a crowd of girls in front of the bulletin board by the cafeteria. You eagerly shoved your way to the front of the crowd, close enough to see your name…right next to Odile! You almost jumped with excitement, Odette’s ballerina usually danced Odile! 

Just as you were celebrating, you got shoved to the side. As you turned to see who shoved you, it was Jessica, or Jess, and Ashley, a nobody who was practically her little lapdog. 

“Yay! You got Odette, no one deserves it more!” Jess said excitedly. Ashley looked at the cast list, smiling until she got to your name.

 “Someone else is playing Odile?” The mix of confusion and annoyance was clear in her voice. 

“Really, who?” Jess glances back at the cast list before snickering, “Oh, she’s a nobody, I’m like 95% sure she slept with one of the madams to get that role.” Ashley also laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. They were both so caught up in their own little world of gossip, mostly about you, that they didn't notice the Madams in the midst of the crowd. 

“Since everyone now knows their future role, Odette comes with me, and Odile will be with Ms. Hannah. For the rest of you, class is dismissed until tomorrow.” Madam Beth said, her words direct and concise. 

Ashley said goodbye to Jess before following Madam Beth to a practice room, and you did the same, but in the opposite direction. 

Training with Madam Hannah was the second-best thing to happen to you today. Sure, the training was rigorous, but this is just the first stepping stone in becoming a famous prima ballerina. 

“Your technique improved, but you still lack... force.” Madam Hannah said, fixing your pose. “Odile is strong, where Odette is delicate, fierce where she is polite.” She looked disappointed before sighing, “You lack both, which is upsetting since you have potential.” Madam Hannah sighed deeply again, “I was in your position once, you know, I desperately wanted to be the best, and for that to happen, you have to make yourself known.” 

Her words rang in your ears. I wanted this, no, I needed this, you thought to yourself. “I’ll be more forceful, I promise.” Madam Hannah smiled at your words, “Don’t say, show.” 

This time, your turns were sharper, your hops higher, and your balance improved. But rather than praise you, Madam Hannah demanded you practice again, and then again, and so on until your legs ached from the constant movement. 

“Make sure to take an ice bath, or else your muscles will be stiff.” Madam Hannah recommended, “We’ll practice with Ms. Ashley and my sister tomorrow. As for now, you’re dismissed, so have a good day.” 

If you were being honest, you absolutely hated Ashley. Sure, she was a great ballerina, but she acted as if that gave her a reason to treat you like the dirt beneath her feet. Whenever you made a mistake, they were ready to mock you the second either of the Madams turned their backs.

“Maybe you’re more suited for The Nutcracker.” Ashley teased, “Especially as one of the little girl roles, you know, the ones where you just look cute and pretend to dance.” “And maybe you’re more suited for the Rat King, you know, since you clearly don’t care about your looks, with your matted hair and all.” 

Ashley seemed to take great offense at that, but before she could say anything, Madam Beth scolded both of you for “slacking off”. Thank God, you thought to yourself as you walked over to the barre to stretch while Ashley did her fouette sauté; to be honest, you were too busy wishing Ashley would mess up and break her ankle. 

Then, she’ll be forced to quit ballet while I go on to be famous! You knew your thoughts were self-indulgent, but you deserved this. Ashley was the most annoying girl you’ve ever met. The rest of the practice was pretty uneventful, which you were thankful for since the lessons really helped with your “forcefulness”. 

Just as you were taking a sip out of your water bottle, Ashley bumped into you "accidentally." She didn’t even stop to apologize, just smirked as if she was begging you to cause a scene. Just as you were about to open your mouth to reply, she giggled and left the room. 

What a bitch, you thought to yourself, fuming at Ashley’s actions. You finished packing up and walked out of the room to do extra practice at the studio, which was available to all students on campus. Luckily, it was lunch, so most students were too busy stuffing their faces, aka wasting valuable time training for future shows. That’s what separates me from them, and will make me prima donna material, you thought as you sat on the ground and stretched for a few minutes to prevent sore muscles. After you finish stretching, you turn on some waltz music and imagine this is the actual performance. 

You took a deep breathe, as you imagined the blinding lights, the faceless crowd watching your every move, the set being made up like a ballroom, and the black, sparkly ballet costume with your name written all over it. When you finally got in the “zone,” you started to practice your pirouettes, slow at first but gaining speed as your confidence improves. 

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice someone sneak into the studio and turn off your music. 

“You’re practicing still?” Ashley snickered, “I guess some girls need all the help she can get.” 

“Some of us don’t rely on sucking up to the madams in order to get roles.” You snap back, your anger only growing as Ashley’s snickering continued. “What’s so funny?” 

“Just the fact that you think I need to suck up, unlike you, I have the actual skills to be a ballerina.” 

Tired of Ashley’s side remarks, you walk over to her, “I have skills.” 

“The only skills you have are being a slut, everyone talks about how you had to sleep your way to the ‘top’.” Ashley mocked, using air quotes as she said "top."

At this point, you and Ashley are close enough that if either one of you moved any closer, you would be kissing. Something Ashley seemed to be noticed as she smirked, “What? Mad I called you a slut? Gonna prove me right?” 

“No, you couldn’t pay me to have sex with you.” You huff out as you cross your arms over your chest. 

If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn Ashley’s eyes drifted down to your chest, tight from your pink leotard. Then, her eyes quickly moved across the room, as if she was embarrassed. 

Suddenly, there was a noticeable shift in the air as Ashley moved closer, instead of moving away from you, so close that there was literally no space between the two of you.

“So I couldn’t do anything to change your mind?” Ashley asked, in the same sickly sweet voice she uses whenever she’s “offering” you advice. She must’ve noticed the visible confusion on your face because she giggled before saying, “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Before you could question her, she quickly kissed you and left before you could push her or kiss her back. 

Ashley did a complete 180 after your little… frankly, you didn’t know what to call it, but she’s been nicer, actually giving you sound advice on how to improve your form and acting like she was your girlfriend. While very confusing, you found that you didn’t hate the attention; in fact, you actually really enjoyed learning more about her. You and Ashley only grew closer as she began inviting you on “dates,” telling you about her interests, and one time, you even heard her bragging to Jess about you.

Before you knew it, it was the day before the performance. You and Ashley continued to focus on practicing, leaving barely any time for the two of you to spend together. After practice, you were so tired that the only thing on your mind was a warm, quiet bath. In the silence of your dorm room, you are looking for your favorite pair of pajamas to put on after your bath when you hear a small knock on the door. 

“You busy?” Ashley asked, then immediately stepped inside, rendering her question moot. The second you told Ashley your plans about taking a bath, she couldn’t hide her excitement. 

“Can I join?” She asked calmly, as if she were asking for the weather. At first, you thought she was joking, but no, she was completely serious. 

The performance is tomorrow, and I can’t afford any distractions, you thought to yourself, as you tried to find reasons not to let Ashley bathe with you. With a sigh, you said yes, and Ashley smiled and promised to be on her best behavior.  

To your surprise, Ashley kept her promise and didn’t try anything during the bath. It was pretty late, and you were planning to go to bed now so you'd be ready for tomorrow. With nothing on but a towel, Ashley sat down on your twin bed, trying and failing at not gawking at you as you looked for pajamas to wear to bed. 

“You wanna know what I was thinking?” Ashley said, fiddling with a strand of her red hair. 

You hummed, unaware of Ashley walking behind you, until she wrapped her arms around your waist. “We’ve been working so hard lately, we deserve a break.” Her arms slowly move towards your hips. “If you’re up for it, I know a way we can relax.” 

The tone of her voice made it obvious what she meant: sex. Internally, you were on the fence. Tomorrow is your big break as a ballerina, and you really needed the sleep, but the way Ashley was rubbing small circles on your hip as she needed you. 

“We have been working really hard, so we do deserve a break.” 

With your consent, Ashley starts to kiss your cheek, her hands moving to close your dresser. “Let’s take this to bed, ok?”

Kissing Ashley was honestly the best thing ever; her lips are soft and taste faintly like cherry Chapstick, and what she lacked in experience she made up for with pure lust. Sure, did it take multiple attempts for one of you not to bump your teeth against the other mid makeout session accidentally? Yeah, but soon y’all developed a rhyme, which technically was just dry humping. You pulled away, while Ashley pouted and tried to kiss you again, to unwrap your towel. Taking the hint, Ashley also took her towel and went back to kiss you, but you pulled away again.

“Did you change your mind? We can stop if you want.”

“No, I still want to, I was just wondering,” you took a small breath before rushing out, “can I eat you out?” 

She blushed, “Oh! Well, I was planning on being the you know.” 

This time it was your turn to blush, “We could both eat each other out..” Ashley tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy. “I mean, we could just sixty-nine.” 

With minimum effort, Ashley got on top of you with her pussy right in front of you. She was staring down at your pussy. 

“Tell me if you need to breathe, ok?” You ask about the gravity of the situation you’re in. You’re about to eat a girl out for the first time, and said girl was someone you vehemently hated. At first, neither one of you moved, just staring at the dripping pink paradises in front of you. That was until Ashley leaned up and started kitten-licking, as if trying to gauge your reaction. Soon, she starts to lick long, slow streaks; her spit mixing with your discharge. 

You tried to return the favor, to eat out Ashley with the same vigor that she’s doing for you, but it’s so hard to focus on anything else when she’s acting like you’re her last meal. “W-wait, Ashley, gimme a minute.” You say as you try to move off of Ashley, only for her to keep you planted firmly in front of her.

“Did it not feel good?” Her voice sounded broken and scratchy. “I’m sorry, it’s my first time, I’ll do better, promise.”

“Nono, you’re great.” You take a few minutes to find the best way to explain yourself, “It’s just you’re so good that it’s hard to eat you out too.” 

“Then don’t, it doesn’t matter to me if I feel good. I just want to make you feel good.” The determination in her voice told you it was better just to give up.

Ashley went back to work, but this time she started to suck on your clit, savoring both your moans and your taste as encouragement. Her slightly chipped painted fingernails dug into your hips, leaving tiny red indents that she would later frame as accidents. Lost in her own world, Ashley continued to suck, lick, and tease your poor pussy before pulling away right when you’re about to come. 

Now it was your turn to be out of breath, “Why did you stop?” A part of you desperately wanted to hate how pathetic you sounded, but the mind-numbing pleasure was worth the loss of your self-respect. At first, you thought Ashley was just pulling away to breathe, but after the fourth “break,” you realized she was just being a tease to stop you from coming. It continued until you bite the inside of Ashley’s thigh, causing her to yelp, which vibrates against your clit so good that it made your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You expected that after the bite, Ashley would pull off, so you could not come embarrassingly quickly, but no, she doubled down, eating you out like a woman possessed. Every weak, breathy “please” made her speed up, every attempt to remove your weight off of Ashley’s face, she kept it firmly planted like it was her life’s mission. 

This cycle of torture continued for who knows how long, with Ashley dangling the hope of sweet release until she finally took mercy on you. The second you came, Ashley slurped at the juices before pulling away and staring at your wet folds. She gently moved you off of her, and you tried to fight the sleepiness in your eyes. 

“I’ll clean up,” Ashley says as she removes the sweat, tears, and other body fluids-filled towels from your bed. 

“What time is it?” You ask as you make yourself comfortable to sleep, too tired to put on pajamas anyway. 

“It’s midnight, but don’t worry, I’ll set an alarm so we don’t oversleep.”

You woke up the next day, a little tired but good enough to push through the performance. To your surprise, Ashley wasn’t sleeping next to you, and as you looked around your dorm, it was like she was never there at all. So, you get out of bed and check your phone to see if Ashley left you anything. 

Your mood soured when you saw no new texts from Ashley, but before you could text her first, she sent you a text.

Immediately, your mood brightened as you smiled at your phone screen. You texted ‘thank you’ back and took a quick shower. Afterward, you texted Ashley again to see if she could hang out, but she ignored you. You made a bowl of yogurt with berries and granola for your breakfast to take your mind off of your jitters about the performance.

She’s probably just busy, you thought to yourself as you pulled out your yoga mat to practice your flexibility. To start, you got into the warrior position, closed your eyes, and took deep breaths to calm your mind. The soft hum of your fan buzzed in the background, which you imagined as a soothing breeze. Then, you moved into a forward fold and counted to yourself for 25 seconds.

Lost in your yoga, you lost track of time until it was past one and pushing two, leaving you with basically an hour to practice the routine for the last time and make sure everything’s perfect. You scrambled to pack your gym bag with the essentials: ballet shoes, a scruchie, extra tighties, and a towel. Next, you hurried out the door to make it to the auditorium; this is it, you thought to yourself. Finally, you could show the world you were meant to be a prima ballerina. 

The auditorium was far away from the dorms, so by the time you reached the stairs of the auditorium, you began to notice there was a line outside. 

Confused, you tap on a stranger’s shoulder, “Excuse me, what’s this line for?” 

The stranger looked you up and down, equally confused, “The Swan Lake performance? It already ended if you wanted to see it.”

At first, you thought you had heard wrong and asked the stranger to repeat herself. She handed you the program, and your heart dropped into your stomach when you saw, clear as day, that the Swan Lake performance starts at 11:50 pm. Please be early to ensure parking. 

It was like the world stopped. You couldn’t believe it; why would Ashley lie? She was your girlfriend, you literally just slept together yesterday! You needed answers, and you were gonna get them as you pushed your way through the crowd. Ashley wouldn’t do this; it’s just a misunderstanding, and other thoughts just continued to come into your head frantically trying to explain away Ashley’s betrayal. 

By the time you finally got backstage, you saw Madams Beth and Hannah congratulating all of the ballerinas, minus you. 

Madam Beth was the first to see you. “Glad you finally could join us.” Her small smile turned into a scoff. Her eyes stared at you like you were trash on the street, but nothing could compare to Madam Hannah’s subtle “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” look on her face. “I guess you just didn’t want this enough.” 

The words choked up in your throat, and the tears started falling from your face. In the midst of all of the prime and proper ballerinas, you suddenly felt naked in your leotard and leggings. 

“I thought the performance was at three, Ashley told me it was.” You choked out in between sobs, your shoulders shaking from how hard you’re crying. 

This caused both madams to turn to Ashley, raising their eyebrows in a silent “Is this true?”

Suddenly, Ashley seemed nervous as if she didn’t expect this to happen, “W-well-”

Madam Beth took a deep sigh, clearly over the entire situation, before turning to you, “Do you have any proof?” 

You nod enthusiastically, pulling up your messages and showing proof that Ashley lied about the performance being pushed back.

Ashley tried to explain herself, only to be shot down by the madams. 

“This is extremely unprofessional, since you’re clearly not above sabotaging your fellow ballerinas for self-gain. We think it’s best that you find a new dancing company.” Madam Hannah explained with total finality in every word. Madam Beth seemed to be writing an email, presumably for Ashley’s termination letter.

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