"No, I'm not doing this, absolutely the fuck not." Trixie suddenly said, forcing the director to stop the shoot. It was probably the fifteenth time she'd delayed the shoot that day.
"God, what the fuck is this time?" Katya said completely fuming.
"Blame the people building these wobbly-ass set pieces, I'm not gonna be able to sell this if I'm scared that the fucking wall will fall down on top of me. Also babysitter bullshit, really? Why are we having the absolute worst scripts possible? I'm better than this, so I refuse to do it." Trixie ranted as she threw on her robe and walked off set.
"Well... alright then. Let's cancel today, and we'll discuss this tomorrow." The director spoke awkwardly, clearly also very tired of Trixie's interruptions.
"Hey wait up, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Katya yelled as she ran after Trixie, grabbing ahold of the girl's wrist, which Trixie forcefully pulled free before she ran into the bathroom. The other woman was not about to let it go and so she followed her inside, finding Trixie by the sinks throwing water in her face.
"I'm dead serious, what the hell is it today? You've been difficult since you arrived, making everyone's day a fucking hell. What happened to Miss Professional, huh? Miss I-Take-My-Job so seriously." The blue-eyed woman said harshly.
"I am professional, but I have something known as standards, and I refuse to participate in whatever bullshit that shit was." Trixie spat back.
"Oh excuse me, Your Highness. I didn't realize we were aiming at receiving an Oscar for this film. For fucks sake, it's porn! People don't give a fuck about the goddamn storyline! God, you're such a fucking princess. You can't handle it when things don't go your way and so you take it out on everyone else!"
"ME? God, you're one to talk! You can't even handle the idea of someone not falling at your feet!" The Barbie argued.
They were yelling loud enough for the entire floor to hear, but most people were clearing out of the building, already exhausted from what had been an excruciatingly long day on set.
"I can absolutely handle it, it just hasn't happened yet." Katya said confidently.
"God... It's a miracle I even fit into frame with your ego in the room." Trixie responded, her eyes dark.
"Great job deflecting blame, Trixie. But news flash; I'm not the one who's been wasting everyone's time today!"
"Oh wow, yeah, for the first time in history, you managed to get through a day of filming without fifty smoke breaks, congrats. Maybe if someone listened to me at the meetings, we wouldn't have these issues on set. But no, you're just like Robert, happy to force actresses to do shit they're not comfortable with." The brown-eyed girl said.
"That's not even half-true, but you're not my actress Trix, so frankly I don't control it. It's not my fault you signed your fucking life away. If you're so unhappy, why don't you just leave this place?!" Katya screamed.
"Because Katya, some of us have real life problems and can't rely on our parents' trust fund when we run out of cash!" Trixie screamed back, the other woman's statement fueling her anger as she thought of how little Katya actually knew about getting by on your own.
"You know nothing about me!"
"And you know nothing about me!" The Barbie responded, only now realizing how close they were, the pair having stepped closer and closer as they argued.
There was a long pause, their breaths heavy from the heated argument, a fire burning wildly in their darkened eyes as they stared at each other. Suddenly the room was completely silent, the tension in the room so thick you could cut through it with a knife. Neither woman moved, not even a muscle.
Not until they both moved all at once, rushing towards the middle at the same time.
And then they collided.
All their anger and all the tension that had been building for weeks put into a heated kiss, as desperate hands pulled hair and nails scratched skin.
"I fucking hate you." Trixie mumbled into the kiss.
"Yeah? Well, I fucking hate you too." Katya replied as she lifted the girl on top of the basin, their lips never disconnecting.
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Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya
Fanfiction"Listen, I'll make it look like I want you on camera, don't worry. But just know that I'd rather fuck anyone in the goddamn world, than be forced to spend another minute around you outside of this building." Trixie said harshly as she adjusted her o...
