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hi I'm back again. Anyways; as always you don't have to answer if you don't wish! How do you think the residents would react to a young Pureblood MC? (I'm talking about young like a minor.) With that Gen Z in a nutshell personality. Obviously no romantic feelings, just in your opinion how do you think they'd react? all of my questions are just "coincidentally" oddly specific aren't they, totally

Oh shit whaddup I love the idea of Gen Z MC!!! Young pureblood it is, here we go! I’m going to be moving from the assumption that they’re like Comte/Leo; very sympathetic to humanity and sometimes have existential crises (trauma babeyyyyyyyyy). As such, I’ll also be assuming she’s not super close to her family given she rejects the larger vampiric hierarchy/superiority paradigm, memes and modernity, all that jazz

I hope this fits the bill! c:

Under a cut bc is a lonnnnnnng boi~ Click after Napo to see everyone else’s! No explicit triggers that I’m aware of, but if anybody sees anything I missed feel free to let me know

Comte’s reaction:

Absolute baby, he has decided this is his grandchild--no he will not change his mind or take constructive criticism. Get’s ESPECIALLY concerned when he starts to see signs of that “nothing in life matters 😎” nihilism, but doesn’t pester them about it or becomes naggy. Growing up he had similar issues with the prospect of eternal life surrounded by creatures with a mortal lifespan, so he doesn’t judge. He’s more like nah we all hit that vibe, let’s see if we can get their mind off it c: I feel like Gen Z really understand and appreciate the importance of culture and art, so I feel like they would bond a ton over trips to museums/plays/concerts! Invites them to tea time if he ever sees them particularly silent (ah yes, repression) or particularly tired, and does his best to ensure their safety without being intrusive (has briefed the men to escort/accompany her as needed, though Sebas usually does it).

If he sees fangs out around baby he will thrash the shit out of the perpetrator--unless it’s an accident. No excuses. That’s a child. Doesn’t give a FUCK if they’re another pureblood even with all the arranged marriage bullshit. He said what he said. (Remember that biting between vampires or vampire + human relations is considered something that’s only done between intimate partners, so he is having none of that for a minor)

Leonardo’s reaction:

Also certified granddad, but he’s the one that enables shenanigans and is just like “oh worm” when it comes to the existential dread (it’s a Tuesday). At first though Leo is basically that meme like: (Stupidman = Leo, Maddie = MC)

Not all purebloods are necessarily dangerous, but most are either incredibly indifferent to the plight of others (especially humans) or actively range from like playing social mind games to being sociopathic murderers/etc. the list goes on. As such, Leonardo is suspicious to no end until he sees that the kid really doesn’t have any ill will in her. She jokes with Sebas (they quote vines on the daily) and works with him normally; even when Leo asks Sebas he’s just “????? bro she’s just my kouhai, thanks for worrying tho”. One day he’s tasked with escorting her to grab groceries and assorted things for the mansion, and she freezes in place before bolting across the street. Turns out she saw a kid trip in the road and fall, and a carriage was moving fast from the other side--it likely wasn’t going to be able to stop. She scoops up the kid and holds them close, and when the parents try to thank her profusely she just seems more uncomfortable with the praise than triumphant. She didn’t want the kid to get hurt. If she could do something about it, it was as simple as that.

From that point on they’re hella chill and hang out together, usually just bonding in silence. If they’re an artist, he’ll offer them pointers and technique manuals--will help however he can. If not, they’ll just be reading together in the library now and again. If she falls asleep, he’ll tuck her in and watch over her (cue red eye meme when the door opens, but then it’s just Vincent so he c:). He’ll often pay close attention to her eating habits to make sure nothing’s amiss with her health since she’s still a growing pureblood. If she struggles with what she is a lot (given she’s sympathetic to human beings) he’ll synchronize his Rouge drinking with hers to make sure she doesn’t starve herself ;-;. Even if she’s just forgetful about drinking/eating, he’ll do what he can to make her life easier (that’s how he shows his affection uwu)

He will, of course, also tease her about being a baby until she kicks him in the shin while Comte sighs and tells him to knock it off with a smack upside the head

Napoleon’s reaction:

Not granddad energy, but you better believe he’s in a weird territory between sheer admiration and “I am your older brother now, eat your vegetables” “But I don’t even need vegetables” “Eat your vegetables and I’ll take you to a crepe shop” “............deal”

Basically it’s unlikely MC is super close to her siblings or even has any (pureblood children are a rare feat) so she’s like......wary, but then she just ???? this is.....kinda nice? Just having somebody that cares in a chill way, but still fully encourages her to throw men across the street if they’re hurting women/children (high fives her every time). He’ll often invite her to the swordplay lessons with the kids alongside Isaac’s teaching; she’s free to join in the learning, or honestly just hang out with people closer to her age (he’s v concerned about her having friends that she can relate to and talk to freely).

Protective in a subtle way, like Leonardo. Escorts her places and helps her carry groceries without fail when Sebas is running other errands. She becomes his crepe shop cover buddy whenever he has an intense hankering for sweets: “wanna go to that crepe shop around the corner” “you’re just too chicken to go alone, fool” “do you want crepes or not nunuche” “............BOKBOKBOK” “aight that’s it **gives her a noogie**” (they go anyway and have a marvelous time rating the crepes from best to worst, they got a whole list goin’)

Glares Arthur down if he so much as LOOKS in her direction

Mozart’s reaction:

Mozart is just the “what is with this sassy, lost child?” meme. Doesn’t dislike them, but they are just not remotely threatened by his haughty disdain by any extension. And he HATES IT. The MC is always just “Okay, boomer” and he just ?????? He doesn’t know what it means but it’s openly dismissive, so he mad.

Like idk if y’all know this meme, but it’s the same energy as:

It’s only when he notices she’s always punctual and careful with his requests that he starts to warm up. For example, she makes him a mocha by combining the way he likes his coffee and hot cocoa to perfection when he falls asleep at his piano. (She feels bad for him after Comte explains because--though he’s got a stick up his butt--he’s clearly distressed in his new surroundings ;-; Plus, the kind of perfectionism Mozart exudes is an extension of internalized shame, and when she begins to see that she really shifts her approach.) As such, he begins to soften to her presence. He begins to see that she isn’t indifferent to his existence, it’s more that she sees no need for intimidation and believes admiration is earned (basic respect isn’t a privilege, it’s a right). When he figures that out, he stops being so barbed and terse--starts to relax. Offers to let her stay and listen to his pieces if she wants, and she’s honestly touched given his clear struggle with vulnerability. Cuddles with Schelm at the window as he plays, and they become good friends.

As a result, Mozart becomes fiercely protective despite her sturdier nature as a pureblood and has hissed venom at Arthur about the fact that she is off fucking limits. Doesn’t leave her alone in the same room as the other men unless it’s with Jeanne or Comte; he don’t trust like that.

Arthur’s reaction:

Sweating a lot at the sudden collection of baleful eyes sticking to his back everywhere he goes, but figures he brought it on himself to an extent. That being said, he can’t really get a word in edgewise given she just walks away when he tries to engage in conversation or compliment her.

Tough nut to crack this one, but he doesn’t let it discourage him. The only way she’ll give him the time of day is to play chess--and she kicks his ass soundly every single time. He’s fascinated by her extensive analytic ability, but she keeps silent about her strategies and thinking. Dazai and Theo always love to watch him get his ass handed to him, but he considers it a really interesting experience; it gives him insight into her mind, no matter how much she tries to hide. Patient, efficient, brutal--this kid has seen some shit, probably.

It’s after that point he just concedes she probably won’t let him in, though it doesn’t diminish his curiosity about the future; and perhaps traces of dread. What does the future look like for both her and Sebastian to be that stoic and aloof? It worries him...

Vincent’s reaction:

Vincent is v v impressed by her sense of self, and honestly sees a lot of Theo in her. She’s a little more reticent than Theo, but she has this same commitment to protecting the vulnerable and penetrating through the lies/shitty convictions of others. She is not a person who bends easily, but even so there’s a quiet kind of gentleness to her: she always chats to him v calmly, asks if he needs anything and is doing okay, doesn’t get impatient when he drops things or forgets his apron for the laundry. I think he would respond very positively to her presence, even if it wasn’t intentional. He just brightens up like a little sun and asks her out to picnics for fun; he has no greater intention than enjoying her smile and silly antics (he doesn’t always understand the references, but the way she executes it with so much dry wit--like Theo--makes him laugh). He just feels the warmth of family/familiarity around her ;~;

Ironically, they’re both exceedingly concerned for the other because they’re too self-sacrificing jkashlgdks like this is 100% a case of “I can’t let a young lady risk getting hurt” “Vincent I’m literally indestructible please just let me do this” “But it still hurts” “But I don’t want you to scar--” (This conversation extends so long that the author felt it would be more beneficial to add an etc. here).

He admires her and trusts in her abilities more due to the nature of her maturity, treats her like a cherished friend and sometimes younger sibling (not condescending but very indulgent; gives her the last of his sweets for example, or pats her on the head when she’s feeling gloomy--more of a wholesome puts her first). But make no mistake, he will throw hands in milliseconds if she gets ganged up on or can’t handle a threat--he just lets her handle most things bc she’s capable~

Isaac’s reaction:

Torn. Because on the one hand, she’s very serious and conscientious about her work--doesn’t want to inconvenience or trouble anyone--and he relates to that heavy.

HOWEVER.

She’s also got insanely chaotic energy when the mood strikes, so when Dazai starts doing his random shitfuckery you better believe MC is upping the ante. (I’m talking AH. ENSLAVED MOISTURE. levels). So Isaac essentially oscillates between thankful for her fortitude to bashing his head against a table for every second he knows her.

In all seriousness though, I would see Isaac as being pretty concerned. Like Vincent, they’re both self-sacrificing to a fault--and he doesn’t want that for her, especially given how young she is. Often tells her not to overdo it or to ask for help if she looks overwhelmed, though it’s not condemning; he says it softly with a neutral look on his face. (He considers it a Certified Mood^TM). He just wants to give back all the care she puts into helping around the house. He doesn’t feel right watching a kid work so hard without reminding her that she should find time to have fun and live for herself too. There will be plenty of time when she’s older to get serious.

He has a fairly easy time interacting with her because of his experience with kids; he takes her seriously (when she’s not clowning) and treats her autonomy with respect. If anything, she’s probably the protective one. She knows he’s an aberrant so she pays laser attention to when he’s suffering and brings him Rouge (not scared because she’s stronger than him and not human lmao, and she sees no need to put Sebastian at risk). When that uni pres pesters him, she goes cold and angry and asks the man to step off when she sees him start to downspiral. They’re essentially on equal footing (he has more life experience, she has more bodily strength/confidence). They're just chill and kind with each other (babies of the mansion, beloved by all).

Theodorus' reaction:

Because he is a manchild, he will be chill/generally indifferent until Vincent starts being indulgent with her (bro-con). He won't be violent or anything like that, but he will pout a storm and try to verbally shoo her away. Because she's a woman, intelligent, and likely a feminist--this will become hilarious because she will not remotely take him seriously. She will just ignore him or roast him in seconds before moving on with her day. Otherwise he doesn't care much because he doesn't have time to play babysitter (unless there's no one else to help).

At the most, he'll make sure she's safe and use the excuse that Vincent would be upset if he did anything less. If she likes/loves dogs and plays with King while she's there, he'll soften up and thank her for taking care of him. If she makes hella pancakes, he'll be the proudest about it--ruffling her hair. If she protects Vincent in any capacity, he'll be torn between jealous, grateful and impressed; he likes a kid that can hold their own and take responsibility within their abilities.

So their relationship is v much like a chill uncle with their niece; fond, but not necessarily super close or spend a ton of time together. He has his priorities, but he won't be an asshat (mostly).

Jeanne's reaction:

Jeanne is confused on so many levels. He doesn't dislike her spunk he's just staggered by her level of sheer reckless, righteous rage. (And he's a bit wary in the face of another pureblood as a potential enemy) but after a bit more time around her he relaxes. She's fairly simple to understand when you get to know her; cares about others to a fault, existential dread, overworks herself. Stays watchful, but he just treats her like the younger kids that Napoleon brings by the weapons shop when they need armor for practice. It can get a little funny because he’ll just be like “uhhhh uh kids like sweet stuff right? Here have some of the macaroons somebody brought by earlier, I don’t like ‘em that much anyway.” And she just “??? Thanks???” He doesn’t mind being around her, just doesn’t really know what to say so they often fall into comfortable silence after exchanging small talk. She likes that he isn’t complicated; what you see is what you get with Jeanne. It’s nice not to have to keep her guard up every second of the day,

When he sees her feeling particularly down, he’ll take her to that little field of white lilies behind the mansion during a full moon night. The silver light seems to make the petals emit an ethereal glow, and she makes him a flower crown in thanks. He listens kindly if she wants to talk, and if she doesn’t--that’s okay too; he’ll just give her a head pat.

Honestly he finds a lot of relief in the fact that she's a pureblood, because he feels less nervous about her being fragile or her getting fatally hurt when he’s not around. Will still be very gentle with her and protect her when she’s in proximity

Mission Status: Fucking Wholesome

Dazai’s reaction:

Big brother time? It’s big brother time!!!! He instantly makes it his subtle mission to look after her, though he’s v lowkey abt it. She takes one look at this depressed mofo climbing in through the window and just goes “aw yeah, this guy FUCKS” and they become besties at a glance. They basically make a game out of who can be the most absurd whenever they’re in the same room. Comte and Leo find it utterly hilarious, Napoleon is digging a grave for Isaac in the backyard (we all know his heart won’t be able to take it. Mozart is probably next. A moment of silence for our fallen.)

I just imagine them like that one post (@/acoolguy):

Dazai: You ever have to shake your leg because there’s a rock in it? MC: That’s your bones Dazai: Every day I learn some more

He’ll always share treats with her and brings her along for walks if she’s feeling wanderlust; he knows how hard it can be, how restless the heart becomes so far from home. He does his best to distract her with their ongoing jokes, but one day it starts raining very suddenly while they’re out. He rushes her under the nearest tree with broad, broad leaves and settles his haori/overcoat over her head. He looks incredibly serious as he looks to the sky--almost glowering at the dark clouds gathering, He doesn’t look at all like his usual fun-loving self in that split second, even though he’s back to his good-natured chirping “Guess we’ll just have to wait out the downpour. MC, are you cold? I should have been more careful.” She shakes her head and shares the coat with him, holding it out insistently until he relents. Their hands brush and she notices they’re freezing, but she doesn’t say anything. She seems to sense he has a lot on his mind, and leans her shoulder against his. The silence feels fragile; she doesn’t want to risk shattering it--shattering him. It is often said that it is an act of great courage to wipe away someone’s tears. But it can also be an act of great gentleness to turn away, to pretend one cannot see them fall (whether visible or not).

One day, after MC returns to her own time, Dazai returns to his room to find two shadows hanging from his window. Though a little crude--they’ve obviously been made by a beginner--it’s clear what they are. Rain ghosts. (Sebastian later explains it was MC’s wish that he have them, and Dazai only smiles very, very gently in response.)

Shakespeare’s reaction:

MC gets one look at him and knows something’s off. She can’t quite tell what it is, but he doesn’t feel like the rest of the family. She can sense something behind him, something lurking; but she can’t quite place it. (Comte has mentioned before that purebloods can sense each other, so I imagine MC knows right off the bat he isn’t a normal sired vampire--she just doesn’t know enough to identify exactly what it is.)

That being said, she is sus. He keeps talking like some kind of weird ass court jester/fae, and she hated his work when she had to do it for school (only enjoyed the Hamlet memes because, let’s be real, that shit is uproarious). When he tries to coax her to see Vlad with him, she says “'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, yet you cannot play upon me.” And he just freezes in place before he starts laughing. Considers their battle of wills well-played, and warns her not to go out alone--doesn’t bother her again. Though sometimes enjoys listening to her conversations with others for good roast material. (No he is not taking notes, no this new chara is just fire and feral for no good reason--nothing to do with MC)

Sebastian’s reaction:

The l o r e, MC. Give him the forbidden pureblood lore. Will be incredibly curious and ask about what vampires are like outside of the mansion, for science of course. If he senses discomfort though his questions will die down completely--it’s not his intention to make her uncomfortable. He’s just curious!

Despite his stoicism he’s actually a very, very understanding and warm person. Will listen to any teenage jadedness or hopelessness with fond patience, recalling the days he was similar. He’ll offer what advice he can. He’s not one to be preachy, but if he sees someone at a loss, he’ll offer what he thinks might be a productive direction for them. Given her removal from her home and parents--even though she’s already well into high school--he’ll sympathize deeply with her position. Will be a firm but gentle guardian (hello Mansion Mom #2), offers her candy every time she does a chore exceptionally well or offers assistance without prompting. She’s sus and takes it reluctantly at first, but after she tries one in private secretly loves them. Sebas is just silently “you like krabby patties don’t you, squidward”. If she’s honest, she’s comforted by the sense of normalcy and care he gives, the harmless joking and easy respect for others (unless otherwise provoked).

When she finds out about his hobby considers him to be a Fucking Nerd^TM and wants to shove him into a locker, but in reality is endeared by how much he genuinely cares about the men. She thinks it’s a harmless fascination, and she senses the oddest...ephemerality about him. Because of this, she becomes pretty protective; he’s a human and he’s too nice for his own good. While she identifies in one sense, she worries in another. Pureblood are sturdy, but humans can’t necessarily sustain that kind of constant self-giving for long...

Also bc my tag game too strong adding it here: #i love the prospect of pureblood MC trying to bring Sebas and Napo together #MC: bruh i got this #Sebas, full of gay panic: wait, MC nO--

Meme tl;dr in the tags also for your enjoyment! I’m sorry this one took a little longer than most to finish!

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp theo #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp sebastian #gen z pureblood mc #i had a lot of fun writing this! I hope this met your expectations friend! c:#comte and leo: uwu grandparents #mozart: okay BOOMER #napo: HAHAHA shithead siblings i love it #arthur and shakes: wouldn't you like to know weather boy. 'where are your parents??' (parts one and two)#vincent and isaac: BRUH S A M E S I E S #theo: **meme voice** 'is there anything worse than a rapist?' BOOM 'a child.' 'N O!'#jeanne: endearing but out of touch uncle while dazai is WOOOOO LET'S DRINK BLEACH uncle #sebastian: ah yes ty for the modicum of brain cells and competence that also shatters gender norms my good bi bitch #**Gilligan's cut to MC and Dazai wearing sunglasses and matching hats that read 'i put the (me) in disappointment'**

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E.V.O.L - Chapter 2 (Trixya) - VicThirteen

A/N: Hello! I meant to submit this earlier, but I prefer to post the chapters only when I have the next one ready, so it took a minute. Also, I’m a believer in building antici-

…pation to make every moment that little more special. Thank you so much for the comments, it makes my heart glow with joy <3

Chapter 2 – Lonely Hearts Club

Working with Katya turned out to be way more eventful than Trixie had expected. She imagined she would be getting coffee, picking up clothes from dry cleaning, taking unwanted calls and carrying shit around the studio. But now she found herself beside Katya in a hardware store, helping her choose little light bulbs for her newest art piece.

“You know, color is basically light, Trixie” The older woman said while looking through the shelves. “It absolutely changes how we see things, and shapes everything around us.”

“Yeah, like contouring your face with make-up” Trixie gestured to her own face.

“Yes! And like a dress that looks white and gold, but it’s actually blue and black.” The taller girl laughed at the silly meme reference and nodded. Katya threw an arm around her and squeezed her shoulders. “Ah, you’re so smart, young padawan! Thank God I chose you!”

Trixie blushed a little and pushed Katya’s arm away with a laugh, following her around the store. These were other two things that surprised Trixie: how nice and generous Katya could be to everyone around her, and how fucking smart she was. Katya could talk about anything and had opinions on everything. She never passed an opportunity to educate Trixie on something new, or add a little more to what she already knew. When Trixie made a joke about Katya’s particular taste in clothing – so many weird patterns and color combinations! - the older woman looked her dead in the eye and said:

“Trixie, pretty and ugly aren’t real things. Taste is a social construct, it’s a cultural trait. We’re programmed, from the day we are born, to think some things are pretty and others are ugly. Break free, mama. Look beyond!”

On another occasion, while Trixie gathered every red, orange and yellow paint tubes she could find in the supply cabinet behind Katya’s desk, by her request, the boss calculated her astrological chart and fully analyzed the girl back to front. And those were only a couple of moments when Katya left her speechless with a shocked smile. Trixie also loved the fact that Katya talked to her all the time, and not at her. She asked questions and paid attention to the answers. By the end of her second week working at the studio, she caught herself feeling sad about how time flew and it was already time to go home.

“So, Trixie, how are you liking your time here with us?” Katya asked from her chair, watching the tall girl gather her things from her brand new desk on the corner of the office.

“I…” Trixie hesitated. She wasn’t very comfortable sharing her feelings, especially when they were so good. She felt like they could be used against her, probably her dickhead father’s fault, or like being affectionate would make her seem weak. But she really felt like taking the opportunity to get a little bit closer to such a special woman. “You know what? I really fucking love it” she laughed a little. “I thought I would be bored all the time and treated like some random intern, but… turns out you’re really a great boss!”

Katya laughed at the comment, a genuine smile hitting her blue eyes along with the sunset coming in from the window. The yellow light almost made them look green. Trixie thought back to the color theory crash course Katya gave her and her heart skipped a beat. Damn, that woman was something.

“Why, thank you very much!” The older woman nodded and crossed her legs. “Since you like me so much, and everyone in this place seems to think you’re the best intern we’ve ever had…” she joked, and Trixie thought this was probably Tatianna’s doing. She and the brunette had become very good friends, bonding over make-up tricks and stage performance ideas. “You’re invited to the happy hour slash just a little company party tonight.”

“Oh wow! I’m honored!” Trixie replied a little sarcastically, laughing to show she was joking. “I would love to! What time and where?”

“Half the girls are going right after we leave, some are heading home to fix their faces. Not everyone is as lucky as us, you know.” She winked and laughed again, making Trixie’s heart skip another beat. “So, you decide. If you want, you can ride with me. It’s at my place, by the way.”

Her place. Trixie was going to a private party at Katya’s home. Imaginary photography flashes appeared in her mind and a headline “Katya’s new BFF: the new it girl in town”. She blinked herself awake from the fantasy and thought for a second. “Hm… Okay. If it doesn’t bother you, of course. It’s way better than taking the bus!” They both laughed again and Trixie added “I just have to call my roommate to let her know I’m coming home late.”

“Oh, invite her too! We’ll pick her up on our way!”

Kim gasped an oh my god on the phone. “Are you kidding me? Of fucking course I wanna go! Besides, you won’t shut up about this woman, I wanna meet this bitch and see if you’ve been lying to me.” Trixie rolled her eyes. Kim found it hard to believe Katya could be such a nice person, since all she knew about the retired actress was the shit she read on the internet.

The car ride was a little awkward. Trixie rode shotgun, the strong smell of cigarettes around her. Katya bumped her hand against her thigh a bunch of times while shifting the gears, mumbling a little I’m sorry every time. It felt like the physical proximity killed their never ending conversation for some reason. Trixie thought way too much, but Katya didn’t even want to. She knew herself and how she loved to go after what she shouldn’t have. Trixie was pretty and interesting, and a truly nice person, even if she put on a tough front. But she was her employee. Katya didn’t need any more trouble in her life. I’m not that person anymore, she thought to herself.

When Kim got into the backseat, the tension was a little lighter. Trixie introduced the two and Katya kept asking questions about the Korean girl, making the conversation flow all the way to her place. She opened the automatic garage door and parked inside a beautiful house. The walls outside were painted a cream color, with a cute garden at the front and wooden windows, almost like a grandma’s home. When they got inside, a few girls from he studio were already there.

“Finally! I used my copy of the keys, so we’re attacking your fridge, ok?” Ginger, the short redhead manager greeted them. “Detox brought the alcohol, don’t yell at me.”

Detox messed with painting, but she was actually a sculptor. In fact, she was so passionate about sculpting she had her whole body perfectly sculpted with plastic surgery. Her outfits were also works of art, always well planned and executed. Trixie thought she was one of the coolest people she’d ever met.

“Come on, Ginger. We’re just relaxing after a long week!” Detox walked up to Katya with a drink in her hand. “Don’t worry honey, this isn’t gonna get wild, I promise. We got you a fuck ton of Red Bulls too!”

“Thank God!” The blonde replied with a fake angry face. “I thought I was gonna have to kick you out of my house and my studio!” She laughed, then turned to take Kim by the hand. “Guys! This is Trixie’s roommate, Kim! Be nice to her or you’re all fired!” She smiled and turned to the younger girls “Let me take your bags and coats! You can go in the kitchen and make yourselves at home! I’ll be right back!”

Katya took the girls’ things and walked down a hall full of doors. The living room had one bright red wall, while the other four were white and covered in drawings and paintings, pretty much like the outside of Katya’s office. The house wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to make everyone comfortable and host the occasional house party. Trixie and Kim entered a door to the left, where they rightfully assumed was the kitchen. On the counter top were bottles of vodka and champagne, next to three packs of Red Bulls and a big gallon of orange juice. The two girls looked at each other and Trixie reached for the vodka, only to be interrupted by two bony hands.

“Nuh-uh-uh!” Katya swooped the bottle away from her. “I’m fully aware you’re not 21 yet.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Katya?”

“Nope. Consider this overtime work. You’re staying sober with me.” Katya gave her a cocky smile and pulled three Red Bulls out of the cold packs. “There you go! Now let’s have a fun time!”

Trixie grunted and walked out of the kitchen, Kim laughing behind her. She fucking hated being treated like a child. But on a second thought, she realized what Katya wanted. “You’re staying sober with me.”

Along with so many great things, Trixie had also learned that Katya went through hell after her breakdown and rehab. The whole world wouldn’t stop talking about her and her problems; she was being impersonated and made fun of, now seemingly only known for her substance abuse and erratic behavior. Trixie imagined how lonely it must have been to be so judged and misunderstood. And how lonely she probably still was, watching her friends have cocktails in her own living room while her inner demons fought.

But Trixie soon found out how wrong she was to think she was gonna be bored staying sober. Katya was a clown. Trixie spent so much time laughing and talking to her boss, she didn’t even notice the time pass. At three in the morning she found herself in Katya’s room looking at a collection of weird but cool jewelry.

“I bought this one at an antique store in New York.”

“So a thrift store in Brooklyn?”

“Yes” Katya let out a wheezing laughter for the hundredth time that night. After calming down, she looked at Trixie, her icy blue eyes now dark and heavy. “Trixie, after your internship ends and you’re no longer my employee, do you wanna go out with me?”

Trixie’s eyes widened and her chin fell. This couldn’t have been some drunk talk because they were both sober. A smile crept on her, now, lipstick-less lips. “Smart girl. You probably have tough lawyers, huh?”

“As a matter of fact, I do” The shorter woman replied before sighing. “I mean it, though.”

Trixie looked at her hands for a second and gave an embarrassed little laugh. Her heart was beating like danger was looking her in the eye, and she didn’t feel like she could look back at it. You don’t know her that well, she might be the homewrecker everyone talks about, she thought, but immediately felt guilty. Katya was being so nice to her, disproving every single nasty thing ever said about her. But then again, she had been tricked before and that was an emotional scar she couldn’t get rid of. Trixie’s father also acted like he loved her, despite her mother’s words of him being an asshole, just to take all the information he could use on court to leave her and her mother with nothing.

She really fucking needed some therapy, but first she needed to say something, because Katya started to look sad and took a step back.

“I’m sorry, Trixie. Fuck, I keep proving them right, don’t I? Such a slut!” She laughed with no joy and lit a cigarette. “Sorry, ok? Forget about it.”

“It’s okay” Trixie said so low it was almost a whisper. “You know, I’m not easily impressed. But you amaze me, every day.” She smiled at the woman standing in front of her. “And I’m also allergic to feelings. Daddy issues” she rolled her eyes, making Katya smile again. “So you might wanna excuse me for focusing on my career right now.” She made air quotes and finally got another huge laugh out of Katya, the shorter blonde recognizing the cliché excuse used by so many celebrities to hide their relationships, including herself in the past.

“Alright, Barbie. Maybe in six months then?”

“Maybe. And maybe if you stop smoking.” Trixie got up from the bed with a disgusted face, waving her hands to get rid of the smoke that circled her.

“Yeah, maybe!” Katya laughed, taking another drag before walking to the door. “Come on, you’re about to fall asleep standing up. I’ll drive you and Kim home.”

–

After she dropped off the girls at their dorm building, Katya couldn’t stop thinking. What was she doing? Did she really have a crush on that girl? Was it because she made Katya feel ordinary again? Or because she didn’t treat her like some alien being? Or was it because when Trixie laughed she would squeeze her blue eyes shut and throw her head back, making her golden curls dance? Or because her sweet perfume smelled so good to Katya that she started to avoid smoking inside her office, just in case that would help make the scent linger a little longer around her?

She shook her head and gripped the steering wheel tighter. Feelings are just like the weather. They come and they go, she thought. Get a grip, get a life and get over it.

But when she drove by the convenience store on her way home, she didn’t feel like getting a new pack of cigarettes.

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