#trixya

Chapter I: Daytime drama (go read some lesbian alien x 2013-angsty-teenager fanfiction if you feel like!)

Katya has always dreamed of visiting Earth, but when she finally gets the chance, it isn't quite under the circumstances she imagined.

Sneaking away on a mission that could prove her worth to her clan, the rebellious alien finds herself stranded in a small town in 2013. There, an unexpected encounter with a girl who dreams of becoming a star might be exactly what she needs to complete her mission.

Chapter VI: Knowing me, knowing you (go read some lesbian model x model fanfiction if you feel like!)

Katya moves to New York in the winter, when snow litters the sidewalks and frost glazes the windows.

Chapter V: Look at us now, honeycomb (go read some lesbian model x model fanfiction if you feel like!)

One photograph can change everything.

Chapter IV: Don't stop 'til you get enough (go read some lesbian model x model fanfiction if you feel like!)

Love has always been enough for them... until it isn't.

Chapter III: You make me feel, mighty real! (go read some lesbian model x model fanfiction if you feel like!)

The glitter is still there, but it’s no longer enough to hide the cracks.

Studio 54 remains the center of the world, and from the outside, Trixie and Katya seem to have it all.

Chapter II: Ring my bell (go read some lesbian model x model fanfiction if you feel like!)

"Hi, farm girl"

"Hey, stranger"

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New York, 1975.

Trixie Mattel rules the runways and she's on top of the world. Katya is only beginning to find her place in the fashion world, but she's ready to shine like the sun itself.

Together, they stumble into a world full of designer gowns, Studio 54, champagne, and the glittering illusion that nothing beautiful ever ends.

Go read some 70's supermodel x aspiring to be model lesbian fanfiction if you feel like it :) (this is the first part !!!)

They meet

They share family trauma

They drink and dance

They are happy

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In 1974, supermodel Trixie Mattel has everything money and fame can buy, except the freedom to simply be herself. Katya has almost nothing, yet somehow carries enough warmth to light up every room she enters.