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Galactica, Chapter 106 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: The Galactica Fashion Week Runway show went off without any major malfunctions.

This Chapter: Welcome to the Afterparty! Networking, awkwardness, flirting, drunken shenanigans and a threat of homicide (or not…we certainly didn’t hear anything).

***

There was a genuine smile on Fame’s face after the show closed, and Trixie could finally relax.

The show was a success. Everything was fine.

Of course, there would be the evaluations, the meetings, the press, the sales figures, but none of that really mattered if Fame wasn’t satisfied with what they had created.

In reality, Trixie just wanted to go home, to spend time with Katya, but he had promised Fame to hang around at the party, had even changed into a suit and tie for it, the jacket as always restrictive and uncomfortable. There were still plenty of shows, Raja and Fame would be leaving for Europe on monday at the latest, but as far as Trixie was concerned, his role at fashion week was fulfilled, at least until the late spring.

Trixie took a sip from his champagne flute. He had hesitated before grabbing one, his sense of solidarity towards Katya’s sobriety even fiercer now that she was pregnant, but he was allowed a glass to celebrate a well-received collection.

“Trixie!”

Trixie coughed, nearly choking on his drink as he came face to face with none other than Chad Michaels. Chad was one of New York’s most well known philanthropists, and therefore also someone that everyone in fashion had some sort of working relationship with, since she constantly needed new fabulous clothes.

Chad was in her 60s, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying and experimenting with fashion, her dress for the night a gorgeous Galactica in beautiful cranberry red from the holiday collection.

“Just the man I needed to see!” Chad smiled as she grabbed his elbow, a slightly manic look in her eyes, heavy jewelry dangling from her ears, the scent of Chanel reaching his nose. “The closing dress. Has anyone claimed it? Please tell me I’m the first one!”

“Ah.” Trixie should have expected that Chad wanted to buy it. She was one of their most loyal customers, constantly photographed in their designs, and never shying away from praising the brand. Of course she would want Violet’s dress. Their newest designer had really outdone herself yet again. “I’m really sorry, but I think it’s an archival.”

The Galactica archive was something to behold, Ivy guarding it with her life, the room temperature controlled and as secure as any bank vault. Trixie hadn’t heard Raja make the final decision, but he had seen the look on Fame’s face, had felt the mood shift amongst the audience as they were moved by the piece.

It was too early to tell, but Trixie wouldn’t be surprised if fashion journalists would look back at this very show as a pivotal moment in Galactica’s history.

“I’ll be damned.” Chad sighed heavily. “I was hoping to wear it for the Met.”

“You haven’t decided on a dress?” The Met Gala was only three months away, the first Monday in May approaching at a worrying pace.

“I thought I did, but nothing truly inspires. You know how it is.”

Trixie nodded. Unsure of what to do, how to help, when he spotted exactly who he needed in the crowd.

“Violet!”

Violet turned, and he beckoned her over. She walked towards them, and as Trixie took in her bright eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks, he realized that she must be quite tipsy. He wondered if bringing her over was a mistake, but too late now. So instead he put an arm around her shoulders.

“Violet is one of our most fabulous couture designers. She designed the closing look that you love so much.”

“You did?” Chad asked, eyes widening as she took Violet in.

“Yes.”

“Congratulations dear,” Chad said, lifting her glass in a toast. “You have a great talent.”

“Thank you.”

“Now, of course, I’ll talk to them about the dress you want, but if I can’t make that happen, what would you say to this extremely talented young lady whipping you up something custom for the Met Gala?”

Violet turned to him, a panicked look on her face, gripping his jacket. “But, Raja-”

Shit. He hadn’t told her that Raja rejected all of her designs, or that he’d enlisted other concepts from Aurora, because he didn’t want to stress her out this week, not with everything she was dealing with being back in Fame’s office. And he certainly couldn’t explain all that right here, right now. He leaned in and spoke softly, under his breath.

“Don’t worry, we’ll work it out. Just play along, we’re making a sale.”

Violet nodded, and turned back towards Chad with a smile, who was looking at them with a delighted expression, hands clasped together.

“Well that sounds divine! With your design genius and my impeccable taste, we’re bound to blow them all away!” Chad smiled, then glanced around before lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Granted, I do wish the theme was better, but…whatever Anna says goes, eh?”

Trixie laughed, and looked over to see that Violet was giggling too. He relaxed a bit, feeling good, that Violet and Chad would at least get along fine, and that maybe this way she wouldn’t be too heartbroken about losing the Raja job.

***

“Okay,” Symone exclaimed, lifting her arms in the air. “Who’s ready for the next round?!”

“Almost,” Adore laughed, her arm draped loosely around Tati’s waist, pulling her in to say, “Have I told you how much I like your new roommates? They’re fucking fun.”

“They are,” Tati giggled, “but not good at pacing themselves.” Tati lifted her cocktail, the vodka soda a model standard that Adore knew all too well. “I’m not even halfway done with this one, how are you ready for another round?”

“These drinks are free and the booze is premium. Keep up!” Symone exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Right, Bim?”

“One sec.” Bimini tossed back the last of her whiskey and set the glass down on the table heavily. “Alright, love. Lead the way.”

“Yaaaas!” Symone pranced towards the bar, Bimini following close behind.

Tati turned to Adore, shaking her head. “I thought we drank a lot, but those girls. They fucking drink. It’s a little worrying. I mean, we’re like, at work.”

“You’re cute,” Adore laughed some more, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She’d been thoroughly annoyed when Bianca left, but maybe it was for the best. After all, now she had a chance to hang out with Alaska, Tati and her friends, and avoid the tense adult drama altogether.

“Thanks.” Tati smiled, then lowered her eyes, biting her lip.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah…um…I should probably tell you something.”

“Okay?”

Tati closed her eyes and sighed.

“Wait, what’s wrong?” Adore asked, squeezing her forearm. “You’re freaking me out!”

“I’m sorry. It’s probably not that big a deal, just…so, when we were backstage, Pearl was walking around. Taking pictures and shit.”

“Oh. Right.” Adore was trying not to think about her ex, wandering around the party, though of course she knew she was there. Maybe someday it would be possible to be in the same room as Pearl and ignore her presence entirely, but unfortunately, Adore hadn’t reached that stage just yet.

“Anyway…” Tati played with the cuffs of Adore’s jacket, biting her lip. “She clearly didn’t recognize me. Or like, remember that we’d hung out like ten times while y’all were dating, because…um…”

“She hit on you, didn’t she?” Adore asked. She could see how clearly uncomfortable Tati was, and wanted to end her suffering as quickly as possible.

“Yeah. But I told her to fuck off! I mean, I didn’t quite say ‘fuck off,’ cause I was like, not trying to get fired, but she got the message loud and-”

Adore wrapped her arms around Tati and pulled her in for the biggest, warmest hug.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too! You’re not mad, are you?” Tati asked, face tucked into her neck.

“At you? Of fucking course not!” Adore pulled back, taking both of Tati’s hands in hers. “But…I mean, thank you, for being loyal and shit. But…do you like her?”

“No! After how she treated you? I think she’s an asshole,” Tati said.

Adore grinned and nodded, squeezing her hands. In spite of feeling absolutely self-righteous about it at the time, Adore had been feeling some creeping guilt about the way she’d handled things with Dahlia. Maybe the situation wasn’t as black and white as she’d first assumed. Especially after her recent conversations with Aja, and getting back into band practice.

“Okay,” she said. “But…I mean, we’ve both moved on, obviously, so…if you did like her-”

“Bitch, she didn’t deserve you, which means she doesn’t deserve me,” Tati said, with a toss of her long, dark hair.

Adore laughed, hugging her again.

“I love you, so much.”

“You said that already.”

“I know. But I really do.”

“Same,” Tati replied, lashes fluttering.

“Uhh…hi? Am I interrupting something?” asked a voice, and Adore turned to see Alaska, looking a bit awkward, albeit fabulous, in a leopard-print pencil skirt and cropped black cardigan with turquoise trim, appletini in her hand.

“Lasky!” Adore broke away from Tatianna and threw her arms around Alaska, exclaiming, “Everyone looked amazing, omigod! Where have you been?!”

“Hi, thanks! Uh, long story, one of the freelance artists had an issue, but everything’s fine now. Are you guys, um…” her eyes darted back and forth between Adore and Tati.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re good. Just having a bestie moment. Obviously you know Tati. You’re the one responsible for her face looking like fucking perfection.”

“Me and some stunning genetics, yup. Hello, Tatianna,” Alaska held out a hand for a strangely formal handshake. “Incredible work on the runway today.”

“Hi again,” Tati said, “Thanks.”

“So…I guess your sister’s not here?” Alaska asked.

“Don’t get me started,” Adore said, rolling her eyes.

“Right. Well, please tell her I said hi. I was looking forward to chatting about the makeup shoot.”

“Sure.”

Alaska took a sip of her drink, arm wrapped around Adore’s waist. After a beat, Tati and Adore exchanged a look. The energy was slightly weird, but Adore couldn’t exactly put her finger on why. Luckily, before she could worry too much, Bimini and Symone returned with the next round and soon everyone was chatting, the awkwardness forgotten.

***

“Hey, stranger…”

Karl turned to see Detox, his hair a cool, wintery blue that matched his sport coat, a wicked smirk on his face. He’d meant to say hi to him before the show, but had gotten stuck in traffic and only arrived with moments to spare, sliding into his seat just in the nick of time, his heart pounding at the thought of incurring Fame’s infamous wrath.

“Hi!” Karl pulled Detox in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Why do you look like the cat that swallowed the canary? Got some big scoop?”

“Well, sort of, but unfortunately, not one I can use,” he said.

“Why not?”

“The girls are still fighting,�� Detox said pointedly, raising his blue brows and shaking his head.

“Ugh, that again?” Karl rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Bianca shot out of here like a bat out of hell, the second the show was over. Made some sorry excuse about another commitment.”

“It’s been literal months,” Karl said, “Don’t they have anything more interesting to worry about?”

“Why don’t you ask Fame?” Detox suggested, nodding towards the woman of the hour, who was striding towards them, her cream-colored cape billowing behind her, a beautiful woman in pale pink at her side. Detox sipped his drink, giving Karl another gleeful sideways glance. A dare.

Well, two could play that game. Karl pursed his lips and cocked his head, asking, “Why don’t you, tough guy?”

Detox blinked, and then his smirk grew slightly as he turned towards the women.

“Fame!”

Fame stopped and turned to them, her typically placid hostess smile on her face.

“Hello my darlings. How are you? Did you enjoy the show?” She walked forward, giving each of them air kisses.

“It was divine as always,” Karl cooed, happy to hang Detox out to dry on this one.

“Yes, wonderful,” Detox said. “And-”

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Karl Westerberg, Elite London.” Karl reached out to the young woman beside Fame, offering his hand, as Detox rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption.

“Hi. Shea Coulee. I’m a journalist, doing a profile of Miss Fame for Vogue.”

“Vogue, did you say?” Karl raised an eyebrow, just slightly. That certainly was interesting. “Fabulous.”

“Speaking of Vogue,” Detox cut in. “I noticed a certain someone seemed in an awful hurry to get out of here after the show.”

“If you mean Ms. Wintour, she’s right over there,” Shea said, gesturing to the other side of the party, where Anna Wintour was talking to Grace Coddington and Vanessa Van Cartier.

“No, I didn’t mean Anna. I meant…another Editor-in-Chief we all know…” Detox said, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “And I was just wondering if you had any opinions, thoughts…feelings to share about that?”

“I’m sure I have no idea what you mean,” Fame said. “And I’m also sure that if you keep gossiping about things in this manner, that I have a way to kill you that won’t ever be traced back to me.”

Fame smiled at him, the icy one with daggers in her eyes she reserved for special times.

“You do realize that you just threatened homicide in front of a witness and a journalist, right?” Detox asked, eyes wide with feigned shock.

“Doesn’t that tell you how absolutely sure I am that I won’t even be a suspect?” Fame asked, that smile back that should have terrified Detox more than it apparently did. It certainly terrified Karl. “Besides, Karl didn’t hear anything, did you Karl?”

“Hear anything about what?” Karl asked quickly, playing along.

“Traitor!” Detox muttered.

“I assume this conversation is off the record?” asked Shea.

“Well,” Fame twirled the stem of her champagne glass, looking Detox up and down slowly. “Is Detox important enough that it matters?”

Shea smirked, catching on perfectly, mimicking her supercilious gaze before saying, “Probably not.”

“Good,” Fame answered.

Detox opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out.

Fame patted him on the shoulder, smoothing down his lapel with a victorious smirk.

“Bye, boys. Behave,” she said, turning on her heel and sashaying off, Shea right at her side.

***

Bob technically wasn’t supposed to have a tray, but all it took was a little of his signature charm, some flirting with one of the servers, and bam! Now he had nearly 20 shots he could easily carry back to his table. On the way, he spotted little Violet, who looked like she’d had a few herself, all alone.

“Violet!” he called, grinning.

“Oh, hi!” she looked up and smiled back. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a high neck, the outfit screaming unimportant assistant.

As he approached, he made sure the shots were balanced before slinging an arm around her. It was nice that Upstairs let them attend these parties in the first place. Bob sure wasn’t gonna be the one to give them a reason to stop.

“Hey girl! What are you doing all by yourself? Where’s Sutan?”

“Working-“

“Boring!” Bob groaned and Violet giggled, a smile of her lips as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“Actually, I was just talking to-“

“Is it work related?”

“… Yes?”

“Then I don’t want to hear it tonight.” Bob looped his arm with Violet’s. “Come celebrate with us! Everyone wants to toast to you and that finale dress! You fucking slayed the house down!”

Violet laughed and rolled her eyes, following him to the table where some of the other designers were waiting, along with a few friends.

Kade, especially, seemed thrilled to see her, squealing and throwing his arms around her, then immediately pressing a shot into her hand. Several rounds later, Sutan finally showed up, looking a bit frazzled and worried, but recovering nicely as soon as he saw that his girlfriend was all in one piece, safe and emotionally sound.

“Sutan!” Violet gave an uncharacteristic yelp of delight, throwing her arms around Sutan’s neck and placing sweet kisses all over his face, Sutan laughing at the unexpected shower of pecks.

“Heyyy, it’s the boyfriend of the year!” Bob said, looking up at him with a grin as Sutan pulled away from Violet, carefully unpeeling her.

“Hi, Bob,” Sutan smiled. “Nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Bob nudged Maxwell on the shoulder, knowing his boyfriend’s little crush was something that gave him endless embarrassment. “Maxwell, say hi to Sutan.”

“Stop it,” Maxwell hissed, then said, “Hi Sutan. Thank you for, um…the models.”

He cringed, and Bob patted him on the back.

“I hope they were well-behaved. Especially the new ones,” Sutan said.

“Oh, oh yeah, they did a great job,” Maxwell said.

“There ya go, that wasn’t so hard,” Bob whispered.

“I hate you,” Maxwell said under his breath, through gritted teeth, the smile still plastered over his face. He focused back on Sutan, offering, “Would you like to have a seat?”

“Oh, that’s alright, I’m just here to check up on Violet,” he said, passing her a drink.

“Are we leaving yet?” Violet asked, confused.

“No, no. I still have laps to make. You just stay with your friends. I simply wanted to make sure you were alright and still here. I’d hate to have to sacrifice another set of shoes later.”

Violet’s eyes bulged open. “Sutan!”

“What?” Kade asked, confused. “Shoes? What’s he talking about?”

Bob perked up, deeply interested. What could have made her react so strongly? This sounded like a story he had to hear.

“Nothing! He’s talking about nothing!” Violet said, shooting a death glare up at him making Sutan laugh.

Bob smiled to himself, lifting another shot to his lips. He’d keep that one under his hat for now; he could always grill Ms. Chachki later, maybe trade it for something once she was back in design.

Kade leaned forward, resting his chin on his knee, gazing up at Sutan. “Has anyone ever told you that you have real Daddy energy?” he asked, lashes fluttering.

Maxell immediately turned as red as a beet and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

“OW!” Kade shrieked. “What?! He does!”

“Thank you, Kade,” Sutan laughed, “I think?”

“You’re welcome,” Kade said, leaning back, a smug grin on his face. He stuck his tongue out at Maxwell for good measure.

Maxwell turned to Bob with a scowl, muttering, “Next time you bring him, don’t forget the shock collar.”

“Have another drink, Cracks,” Bob said, handing over a shot.

“Um…” Violet looked up at Sutan, blinking slowly. “I actually think I have…had one or two more than I…um…”

“Are you saying you want to take off?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Violet said. She extended her arm and let Sutan pull her up into a standing position.

The guys called out their farewells, with Kade sure to sneak in a “Bye Daddy!” before diving into Bob’s lap for protection from Maxwell.

***

“Mmh,” Raja hummed against Raven’s lips, the two of them kissing. She knew it was the Galactica party, and that she should mingle as much as possible, but Raven was just utterly irresistible tonight.

There was nothing sexier than a Raven who glowed with confidence, who oozed the knowledge that she was hot, that knew she had done a good job, and few things boosted Raven as much as a fashion show gone well.

Raja moved, pressing Raven against the wall, holding her by the waist and kissing her neck, the scent of perfume filling her nose.

“Raj-” Raven moaned, cutting herself off, nudging her with her face. “Raja. My hair.”

Raja looked down, a strand of Raven’s hair caught in her watch, black and silver tangled together.

“Fuck.” Raja moved, which made Raven wince, a laugh escaping both of them as Raven grabbed her wrist and carefully freed her hair.

“Sorry.” Raja wrinkled her nose, settling her hands on Raven’s hips, giving her a squeeze as she leaned in to kiss her again, when Raven suddenly pulled away.

“Violet!” Raven waved, her boobs pressing against Raja’s chest, her fiancée practically crawling over her shoulder. “Over here!”

Raja turned her head, watching as Sutan and Violet came towards them, her brother smiling and waving back. Violet was clinging to his arm, leaning on his shoulder, and Raja couldn’t help the stab of annoyance at the sight, Violet practically acting like she owned him.

They all greeted each other, Raven grabbing Violet and hugging her tightly as Sutan pressed a kiss against Raja’s cheek, his low rumble switching to Indonesian.

[Congratulations] Sutan pulled back slightly, [on another job beautifully done.] He grinned, his eyes sparkling, delight dancing in his expression. [You up to split a cab?]

[Not sure I should leave yet. It’s sort of my company.]

[Oh yeah, and you’re doing so much networking over here], Sutan chuckled, wiping a bit of Raven’s lipstick off of the corner of her mouth.

“Touché,” Raja smirked, allowing her brother to touch her. [Okay, let’s go home.]

“Ooh! I know that word!” Raven perked up, making both Raja and Sutan laugh. “We’re leaving, right?”

“I’m glad to see your language studies are finally picking up, Raven.” Sutan smiled. “It took what? Five years?”

“And for that…“ Raven reached out, taking Sutan’s tie between her fingers, “you can come get the jackets with me.”

Raja hadn’t expected Raven to volunteer, such a menial task something she usually let others do for her, her fiancée the exact spoiled brat Raja herself had created.

She watched her walk away, but then, Raven glanced over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes, a swing in her hips, and Raja realized that it was a tease just for her, leaving her behind with nothing for company but the throb of her clit.

That, and Violet, of course.

Violet was leaning against the wall, apparently completely content not to speak, her normally shrewd eyes wandering listlessly over the crowd, head lolling back. She definitely wasn’t her typical put-together self. Too many drinks from the open bar after a day of running around on an empty stomach, she suspected.

Raja didn’t think she hated Violet, but she didn’t have anything to say to her that wasn’t about work.

Unless…

The Galactica party was - obviously - filled with beautiful women, and Raja was struck with an idea. She quickly swept the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that stood out from the rest. This would be the perfect time to get her uncensored opinions.

She tried to remember which model Violet had been enamored with during the casting—unfortunately, she was so annoyed in that moment that she forgot to make note of the girl, but she did seem to remember that it wasn’t one of the waif-y stick-thin ones, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t a white girl, either.

She spotted someone just right, heading towards the bar. One of their influencers, a sexy Filipino girl with an ass to die for (especially in the thigh-high Louboutins she had on), her long, glossy curls bouncing as she walked.

“What do you think of her?” Raja nudged Violet’s arm, pointing out the young woman with a subtle nod of her head.

“Marina Summers?”

Raja smirked, not really surprised that Violet knew the name of everyone at the party, even in this state. She was Fame’s assistant after all, so she had probably pored over the guest list, making sure to memorize it all, in case Fame needed it.

“Yes, her. Cute outfit, right?”

“Mmm. I like her handbag. Very on trend right now,” she said, a slight slur in her voice.

Raja rolled her eyes. Marina was wearing a low-cut, backless mini-dress that barely covered her ass, but of course her handbag was what Violet commented on. Raja decided to try again, gesturing to a stunning girl with rich, dark skin, an hourglass figure, and a fur coat hanging off her shoulders. All she wanted was for Violet to drunkenly comment on her body, her tits, something she could use.

“What about her? Isn’t she pretty?”

Violet turned to Raja with a puzzled expression, blinking slowly. “Are you trying to find someone for a campaign?”

Raja cringed inwardly, realizing what a nightmare it would be for her if Violet repeated their conversation back to Raven. She was disappointed that her plan had failed, but better that than to get in trouble.

“Yeah. We’re…well, I had an idea to maybe bring some more faces on board for this year’s resort collection. Not just models, but maybe some people with real followings,” she said, covering quickly, adding, “I haven’t talked to Pearl or Alyssa though, what do you think?”

“Oh, uhh…that’s not really my area.”

“Fair enough.” Raja sighed, noting with some relief that Sutan and Raven were heading back their way. “Looks like you’re off the hook.”

***

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” Pearl said, winking.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” the older woman purred, vodka oozing from her pores as she leaned in to press her lips to Pearl’s cheek.

Pearl knew that working the room was an important part of her job. (Especially her current company, a brand manager who had been giving them free liquor and bartenders at every party for the past three years in exchange for a rather modest company credit on Galactica’s website.)

However, she’d been at it all evening, and it was starting to get a bit tiresome. Even professional schmoozers needed a break once in awhile. So as soon as she’d extricated herself from the woman’s clutches, she took a deep breath and looked around for a friendly face, maybe a coworker with whom she could chill for a few minutes, just to catch her breath. Luckily, a couple of designers were nearby. And to Pearl’s delight, she noticed that April was among them.

She wondered why she’d never paid much attention to April previously. After all, she was definitely hot, and talented, and if their conversation earlier was any indication, she liked to play. Pearl fixed her face into a sad expression and approached the designers, looking as dejected as possible.

“Good lord, Pearl!” Blu exclaimed. “Are you alright?”

Pearl heaved a dramatic sigh. “Yeah…”

“Oh my god…” April muttered, shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” Gia asked.

“I just, um…have been having a rough…” Pearl sighed again.

“You’re fucking ridiculous,” April said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink.

“April!” Blu admonished.

“Guys, she’s full of-”

“I thought you said that you’d talk to me about…nevermind, I’m sorry to bother you…” Pearl hung her head and turned slowly, taking a few steps away from the table.

“Pearl! Don’t go!” Gia cried. “April, what’s wrong with you?!”

“Ay dios mio…”

April hurried to catch up with her, just like Pearl hoped she would, grabbing her arm.

“Would you knock it off?” she hissed into her ear.

Pearl turned to her with a mischievous smirk. “Knock what off?”

“You are some piece of work.” April rolled her eyes.

“You love it.”

“I need another drink if I’m gonna hang out with you.”

“So, you do want to hang out with me, then,” Pearl said triumphantly.

April scowled at her, but then a smile began to crack through, and she turned on her heel, marching towards the bar. Pearl followed, checking out her pert little ass in the process. Very nice.

“Hey, can we get two double shots of Don Q rum?” April asked the bartender.

“You tryin’ to get me drunk?” Pearl asked, flashing a grin at her as she slid in beside her.

“I’m trying to make the experience of being with you more enjoyable,” April replied.

“Wow. A dagger, straight to the heart.”

April laughed, taking the shots from the bartender with a nod and shoving one towards Pearl, letting their fingers touch briefly. She bit her lip, looking at Pearl in the eyes, raising her glass. Pearl lifted hers as well.

“Salud,” Pearl said.

“Salud,” April replied, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth before tossing back most of the rum in one gulp.

Pearl grinned, impressed, downing hers as well.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

When The Levee Breaks

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"Okay. Let me out. This is not funny." Sam yells as we talk to him through the little barred window in the door. "Damn straight." Dean growls. "Dean, come on. This is crazy." Sam exclaims. "No. Not until you dry out." Dean said. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you and to (y/n). Just open the door." Sam said and I wrap my arms around myself. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. It's not your fault that you lied to us over and over again. I get it now. You couldn't help it." Dean said.

"I'm not some junkie." Sam yells. "Really? I guess I've just imagined how strung out you've been lately." Dean accused. "You're actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?" Sam asked, angrily. "If it smells like a duck." Dean said, shrugging. "Dean, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith." Sam said and I raise an intrigued eyebrow at this.

"Strong?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"This is about as far away from strong as you can get. Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic." Dean spat. "Killing Lilith is what matters. Or are you so busy being self-righteous you forgot about her?" Sam growls. "Oh, Lilith's gonna die. Bobby, (y/n) and I will kill her. But not with you." Dean informs. "You're not serious." Sam said, disbelieving. "Congrats, Sammy. You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse." Dean said.

"Dean, look—no, wait—" Sam said, quickly, but Dean shuts the window cover. "Come back here. Dean! Let me out of here! Dean! Let me out of here! Let me out! Dean!" Sam shouts as Dean walks away. I sigh and look over at the door for a few moments before I turn away from it while Sam continues to shout.

Bobby pours three glasses of whiskey and hands one to Dean then the other to me. "Stop! Stop!" We hear Sam shout and I frown and look down at the glass of whiskey. "How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asked Bobby "Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual. Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it." Bobby said then the phone rings.

Bobby sighs and answers. "Hello." he answers then his face turns to annoyance and anger. "...Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you." he yells and hangs up. "What's up with Rufus?" I asked Bobby, curiously. "He knows." Bobby said then the phone rings again and he answers it. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important." he said then his face turns to shock and fear.

"The news. The news ain't good." Bobby said as I had my laptop open and looking through some news stories. "This is what Rufus called about? Key West sees ten species go extinct." I said, pointing at the article on screen. "Yep. Plus Alaska. Fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast." Bobby said.

"How many are left?" Dean asked. "Who knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals?" Bobby asked. "You tell me." Dean said, shrugging. "I'm just wondering." Bobby said, thinking. "What?" Dean asked.

"The apocalypse being nigh and all...is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?" Bobby said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "Well, I don't like this any more than you two do, but Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon." Bobby said. "So what? Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it. I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much." Bobby said and Dean sighs.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean stands in Bobby's salvage yard and looks around, frustrated, until Castiel appears. "Well, it's about time. I've been screaming myself hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now." Dean said, annoyed. "What do you want?" Castiel asked him. "You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois." Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel asked. "Cut the crap. You were gonna tell me something." Dean growls as he walks up to him. "Well, nothing of import." Castiel said, shrugging. "You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?" Dean asked him, suspiciously. "Dean, I can't. I'm sorry. Get to the reason you really called me. It's about Sam, right?" Castiel asked.

"Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?" Dean asked Castiel. "Possibly, yes. But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps." Castiel said. "Crank up the hell-blood regimen." Dean said and Castiel nods. "Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change your brother forever. Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. And if you are wondering, since she has similar powers, it would mostly likely happen to (y/n) if she were to consume the blood as well." Castiel explains and Dean sighs.

"There's no reason this would have to come to pass, Dean. We believe it's you, Dean, not your brother nor your girlfriend. The only question for us is whether you're willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your role. You are the one who will stop it." Castiel said and Dean gives him a curious look.

"If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?" Dean asked him. "If it gives you comfort to see it that way." Castiel said and Dean rolls his eyes. "God, you're a dick these days." He grumbles and he walks a few steps away and sighs.

"Fine, I'm in." he said. "You give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?" Castiel asked. "Yeah, exactly." said Dean. "Say it." Castiel demands. "I give myself over wholly to serve God and you guys." Dean said, firmly.

"You swear to follow his will and his word as swiftly and obediently as you did your own father's?" Castiel asked. "Yes, I swear." Dean said and Castiel nods a bit. "Now what?" Dean asked him. "Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time." Castiel said.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Bobby! Dean! (Y/n)! Help! Hey! Hey! Guys! Guys! Help! Dean! (Y/n)!" Sam's voice screams while Bobby and I stare at Dean, shocked at what he just told us. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch?" Bobby asked Dean, who gives him a look. "I'm sorry. You prefer sucker?" Bobby asked, sarcastically.

"After everything you said about them, now you trust them?" I asked Dean, suspiciously. "Come on, give me a little credit, (y/n). I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan." Dean said.

"Then why in the hell did you—" Bobby started to ask but Dean talks over him. "Because what other option do I have? It's either trust the angels or let Sammy trust a demon?" Dean said and Bobby nods. "I see your point." I said and then we realized that it was strangely quite.

"You hear that?" Dean asked us. "Yeah, that's a little too much nothing." Bobby said and we hurry to the basement and open the window in the door. Sam is on the floor of the panic room, having a seizure.

"What if he's faking?" Dean asked and I turn to him. "You really think he would?" I asked him. "I think he'd do anything." Dean said but then Sam slams against the wall by an invisible force. "That ain't faking." Bobby said and we throw open the door and charge in to get Sam down and pin him to the cot.

"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety." Bobby said as he and I hold Sam down. I look over send see Dean standing, looking at his brother in horror. "Dean? You with us?" I asked him but he stands there, frozen. "Dean! Before he has another fit." Bobby said and Dean shakes his head. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." He said and he comes over to us and helps us tie Sam down to the bed.

And I start to wonder if what we are doing is the right thing to do. If anything...I think we are making it worse on Sam.

Dean and I were standing in one of the spare bedrooms while Bobby was in the living room, I was pacing around the room. "I'm gonna ask one more time. Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?" I asked Dean. "(Y/n), you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him." He said and I shake my head at this.

"No, it isn't. We are." I said. "What?" Dean asked me, disbelief, and I stop my pacing and stand before him. "I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If—if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer." I said. "No. I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it." Dean said, firmly.

"And if he dies?" I asked him. "Then at least he dies human!" Dean shouts at me and I jump back a bit at this. "Dean, you don't mean that." I said. "I'm sorry, (y/n). It's just...I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself. I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster." He said.

“What if he doesn’t?” I asked. “What?” Dean asked, confused. “What if he doesn’t become a monster? Sure, he’s been acting different lately but it’s still Sam in there.” I said. “He’s got demon blood in him!” Dean exclaimed. “So do I! Did you forget that?! Hell, what if…” I began to say. “Don’t say it!” Dean growled, shaking his head slightly in irritation. “What if I take some demon blood too?” I suggested.

“Shut up, (y/n)!” Dean yelled at me. “No! Listen to me! I can control it.” I yelled back. “Stop.” Dean commanded. “You’ll see nothing happens to me and…” I started to say, but was interrupted by Dean lunging forward and grabbing me by my upper arms.

“I can’t lose you too!” He shouted in my face and I stared back at him, speechless. The rage on Dean’s face loses it’s strength and he now looks broken. “I…I can’t.” He said, his voice breaking. He lowers his head, loosening his grip on my arms. “I’m not strong enough.” He admitted, tearfully. My heart shattered hearing the heartache in his voice and seeing the look of defeat in his eyes. “Dean.” I whispered, my eyes welling up with tears.

“Please…just stop.” Dean pleaded, keeping his head lowered. I gently slip my arms free from his hands to pull him into a hug. Dean readily returns the hug, squeezing me tight and burying his face into my hair, like he was afraid to let me go.

"Okay...I'm-I'm sorry...I-I-I just...I just wanted to help." I stammered to him, in a whisper, as we continue to hold each other, I run my hand up and down his back. Then I feel him holding me tighter to him. "You're not gonna lose me. I promise." I whispered as I bury my face into his chest then raised my left hand to his chest and fiddled with the amulet that always hung around his neck.

*3rd Person POV*

After arguing with his hallucinations, the cuffs on Sam's arms and legs snap open then the door opens. Sam sits up, staring; he knows he didn't do this. "Hello?" He calls out but no answer. He gets up and slips out the door.

"Someone here?" He calls out and, again, no answer. Sam hurries quietly out of the basement without noticing Castiel behind the stairs. From a distance, the angel closes and locks the panic room door.

Later, Castiel stands at a railing of the riverfront, looking over the water. The streetlights flicker and he turns to see Anna standing there. "What did you do?" She asked him, a bit of fear in her voice. "You shouldn't have come, Anna." Castiel said, flatly.

"Why would you let out Sam Winchester?" Anna asked him. "Those were my orders." Castiel said. "Orders? Cas, you saw him. He's drinking demon blood. It's so much worse than we thought. Dean was trying to stop him." Anna said. "You really shouldn't have come." Castiel said just as two angels appear on either side of Anna. White light illuminates Castiel; when it is gone, so are the other three angels.

Castiel turns back to the river, staring out at the water. "What did you do, Cas?" A voice demanded and he turns to see Ariel standing near him, her face full of anger. "Ariel." He greets, plainly. "What did you do?" She asked again, emphasizing each word with anger. "Like I told Anna, my orders." Castiel said and Ariel looks at him, concerned.

“You can’t fool me, Castiel.” She said, Castiel tilts his head slightly, in confusion. “I see it on your face, you regret following those orders.” She said, Castiel turns away so she can no longer see his face.

“I am an angel of the Lord.” Castiel said, as if that would change anything. “Do not talk as if you don’t have a mind of your own.” Ariel sneered, crossing her arms. “I serve heaven, I do not serve man.” Castiel growled, turning slightly to glare at her.

“If that was true, you would not have taken Jimmy Novak back as your vessel after he pleaded for you to let his daughter go.” Ariel pointed out, Castiel averts his gaze. “You regret letting Sam Winchester out. Regret breaking Dean Winchester’s trust. Regret turning Anna over.” Ariel listed off and Castiel’s closes his eyes, trying to shut her words out.

“I do not feel any regret. I am simply following my orders.” He said. “And you’re only doing that because you’re scared.” Ariel replied, Castiel goes quite unable to rebut such a statement.

"They really did a number on ya, didn't they?" Ariel said as she looks him as Castiel stands there in silence. "You shouldn't be here." Castiel said and Ariel sighs and shakes her head. "I'm very disappointed in you, Castiel." She said before she disappears, leaving Castiel alone as he starts to feel a twinge of guilt.

Sam begins to work on stealing a car when a gun cocks behind him. "Uh-uh, Sam. The only place you're going is back inside with me." Bobby said, gun aimed at him, as Sam turns to him. "No." Sam said, firmly. "Damn it, boy." Bobby growls.

"You won't shoot me, Bobby." Sam said. "Don't test me." Bobby said, his voice slightly shaking. "You won't do it. You can't do it." said Sam. "We're trying to help you, Sam." Bobby said then Sam takes hold of Bobbh's shotgun so that he can't aim anywhere but point-blank at Sam.

"Then shoot." Sam challenges and there was a long pause before Sam takes the gun and knocks Bobby down, then throws the gun on the ground and returns to hotwiring the car.

Once he does that, he drives off.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Bobby, Dean and I unlock and open the panic room door after Bobby told us that Sam got out and knocked him out. "How the hell did he get out?" I asked, confused. "Maybe he had help. Room full of busted devil's traps." Bobby said. "Demons? Ruby." Dean said, questioning. "That'd be my guess." Bobby said.

"How did she even touch the door?" I asked them. "You two think she's got the mojo?" Bobby asked us "I didn't think so. I don't know, man." Dean said as I shrug. "What difference does it make? How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to." Bobby said.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point I hope he's with Ruby." Dean said. "Why?" I asked him. "'Cause killing her's the next big item on my to-do list." He replied. "I thought you were on call for angel duty." Bobby questions. "I am on call. In my car, on my way to murder the bitch." Dean growls as he leaves the room and Bobby and I follow him.

"One thing." Bobby said and Dean stops and turns to him. "What?" He asked. "Sam don't wanna be found, which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find." Bobby said. "Yeah, we'll see." Dean mutters.

"Police found my car. Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota." Bobby tells us after about a few hours of research. "He's switching up." Dean said, a bit impressed. "Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?" I asked Bobby. "Two. 1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes." Bobby said.

"What was the other one?" Dean asked him. "White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign." Bobby replied. "You're right. He'd never take that. Which is exactly what he did." Dean said. "You think?" Bobby asked. "I know that kid. All right, (y/n) and I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases. We gotta find him quick." Dean said and he and I walk out of Bobby's house and get into the Impala.

We had been on the road for awhile when Dean's phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket then hands it to me to answer as he focuses on driving. I look to see it was Bobby calling and I push the answer call and put the phone on speaker

"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River." Bobby said. "How far away are we?" I asked him. "A couple of hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls. There's a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon sign." Bobby replied. "A good place to look." Dean said, determined.

"Hey, listen." Bobby said, quickly. "What?" Dean and I asked. "Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away." Bobby said and it seemed more that this was for Dean than for me, even though I am pissed at Sam as well. "Right." Dean mutters. "I know you're mad, Dean. I understand. You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him." Bobby said but Dean doesn't respond.

"(Y/n)..." Bobby said. "Yeah?" I said. "Please, keep the peace between these boys." Bobby pleads and I look over at Dean, who rolls his eyes, slightly, as he keeps them on the road. "I'll try, Bobby." I sighed then I hang up.

We finally make it to the motel Sam was staying at and hide in the hallway. We looked around the corner and see Sam leaving a room. We watch him go then both of us enter the room, only to find Ruby inside.

She turns to us, surprised, then she begins to attack us and we do our best to fight her off until Sam comes in as I have ahold of Ruby and Dean starts to pull out the knife.

"No. Let her go. Just take it easy." Sam tells us as he pulls Dean away, grabs the knife out of his hand, then pulls me off of Ruby seconds later. "Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep us from crashing it. Well, solid try, but here we are." Dean said to him, angrily, as I go and stand next to him.

"Dean, I'm glad you two are here. Look. Let's just talk about this." Sam said. "Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want." Dean growls then Sam turns to Ruby. "Ruby, get out of here." He tells her. "No, she's not going anywhere." Dean said but Ruby runs out and Sam watches her go.

"She's poison, Sam." Dean yells. "It's not what you think, Dean." Sam said. "Look what she did to you, Sam. I mean, she up and vanishes weeks at a time, leaves you cracking out for another hit—" I said to him, concerned. "She was looking for Lilith." Sam defends. "That is French for manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday." Dean yells. "You're wrong, Dean." Sam said, firmly.

"Sam, you're lying to yourself. I just want you to be okay. You would do the same for me and for (y/n). You know you would." Dean yells. "Just listen." Sam said and he raises his hand then he realized he's still holding Ruby's knife that he took from Dean, and tosses the knife on the bed. "Just listen for a second. We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, guys. We'll do this together." Sam said.

"That sounds great. As long as it's you, me and (y/n). Demon bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now." Dean said but Sam shakes his head. "I can't." Sam said and Dean turns away, nodding. "Sam...you know this is crazy...." I said, trying to talk some sense into him. "(Y/n), I need her to help me kill Lilith. I know you and Dean can't wrap your heads around it, but maybe one day you guys will understand. I'm the only one who can do this, guys." Sam said and Dean turns back around.

"No, you're not the one who's gonna do this." Dean said and Sam scoffs. "Right, that's right, I forgot. The angels think it's you." He grumbles. "You don't think I can?" Dean asked him. "No. You can't. You're not strong enough. And neither is (y/n)." Sam growls and Dean glares at him.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, angrily. "I'm being practical here. I'm doing what needs to be done." Sam yells. "Yeah? You're not gonna do a single damn thing." Dean said. "Stop bossing me around, Dean. Look. My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me." Sam pleads.

"No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam." Dean said. "Yes, I do." Sam said. "Then that's worse." Dean said, in a soft growl. "Why? Look, I'm telling you—" Sam started to say but Dean talks over him. "Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means—" Dean said then he cuts himself off. "What?" Sam asked but Dean doesn't respond.

"No. Say it." Sam said as he has tears in his eyes. "It means you're a monster." Dean said and Sam nods. I bite my lips and tears roll down my cheeks when Sam punches Dean, making him go down hard. "SAM!" I shouted, shocked, as Dean gets back up, stares at Sam then Dean punches him.

"STOP!" I screamed and I go to stand in between them, holding my hands out to them. "Guys, stop, please!" I exclaimed. “Stay out of this.” Dean growled, grabbing me by my shoulders and pushing me out of the way. I lose my balance and fell onto the hardwood floor. I groaned at the now throbbing pain in my head, hearing things in the room break as boys fight.

I forced myself up, in time to see Dean crash through the divider and land on the glass coffee table that breaks on impact. He hits the floor and doesn’t get up. Sam pins him down, choking him. "You don't know me. You never did. And you never will." He growled as he continued to choking him.

I raise my hand up and Sam goes flying back then lands on the floor. I keep my hand out as I use my powers to hold Sam down, glaring at him, while walking towards him. He slowly starts to get up but I do my best to hold him back, but he looked like he was fighting against the wind. Then he holds his hand out and I felt a force push me back and I plant my feet firmly against the floor.

“Look at what you're doing! You’re hurting your own family! This isn’t you Sam, it’s the demon blood! C'mon, you're smarter than this!” I shouted at him. “How would you know? You’re too weak to take any. This is me. This is me taking control of my own life for once!” Sam growls then he thrusts his hand forward and I felt a powerful force throw me back and I hit the wall then slide down.

I groan as I land on my front and hear Sam walking. "You walk out that door, don't you ever come back." Dean yells and I raise my head and look at Sam, who stops at the door and turns back, then leaves.

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kytrisz · 2 years

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what if now? | Katya Zamolodchikova

| pairings. katya zamolodchikova x reader

"(Y/F/N). Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts?"

You sighed, looking daze outside the window of the cafe while holding a black americano coffee, that is half and cold now.

" Girl come on! It's been almost a year. Why won't you just confess?" (Y/F/N) groans out, indicating that she is already enough of your drama. Setting her cup down on the table along with her left arm to rest her head, then looked at you annoyed.

"I mean didn't she already declare that she's Bi? So what's the problem?"

You whine out from her response before looking back at her and setting down your cup.

" You don't understand! Just because she said she's Bi that doesn't mean she likes me back."

" I know. But girl! It's already 21st century, how would you know the answer if you don't gamble? " (Y/F/N) pointedly answer while waving her hands at you.

" And if I gamble? there is a possibility I will lose. " You retorted

"(Y/N)!" (Y/F/N) groans out one more time of how thick-headed you are. Before praying silently to someone to give her patient, because you are really testing it. She straightened her posture and take a heavy sigh to gather her thoughts. "Hey, look at me." you obediently followed.

"Ok.. answer me this. Are you really willing to live a life of regret because you didn't take a risk? Remember rejection is better than regret. At least you'll know the answer, instead of wasting your whole life wondering if she likes you or not." You silently grumble in agreement with how right she was.

To end it, you change the topic. (Y/F/N) gave you a doubtful look first before happily going with it.

And even though both of you are having a different conversation. Your mind is still occupied with the things she just said earlier.

"I'm so glad you're able to come!" Adore squealed then gave you a hug. You are currently in the Gravity bar where a bunch of drag queens will be performing tonight.

Both of you pulled back from each and begin to walk to the bar station, where you saw Detox and Alaska sitting on the stool and having a drink "So how are you? I haven't seen you for weeks, you know? And you wouldn't even respond to my text or my calls. " Adore interrogates you while holding your hand.

"Sorry, I'm kinda busy from work and stuff" you reply. You felt guilty for what you did, but of course, you want some space to get your shit together. "And my life is still the same as ever."

"Bitches, come here!" Detox shouted. Waving her glass of vodka in your direction.

"Detox!" You greeted her. You went over to her and give her a kiss on the cheeks. "I miss you so much!"

"We started to think you're dead for how many times you ghosted us." Alaska cocked her head at you. Taking a sip from her glass.

"She said she's busy bitch, don't go hard on her." Adore reasoned for you. Leaning to the table while Asking the bartender to also give her a drink.

"Oh really? Busy? Or... Just... Hiding from someone?" Alaska smirked at you.

You turned your head at her. Giving her a death glare "Don't even go there."

Giving you one last teasing look, Alaska raises her hands up. To show the sign of defeat "Fine. Fine. I will not mess with your... non-existent love life." making both Detox and Adore laughed at you.

" Ha. Ha. Ha. So immature." you stated sarcastically. Giving the queens rolled eyes before calling the bartender for a shot of tequila. Who obediently gives it to you immediately. "So, who will be performing today?" While taking a sip

"Lot actually." Detox answered "There's me, Alaska, Adore, a bunch of local drag queens. " pausing. Before locking her gaze at you " and... Katya." she finished.

You coughed from your drink before pivoting your head at her with wide eyes "What?!" You shouted. Wishing from people out there that you just misheard what she said.

" I said Katya... will also be performing today." Detox repeated. Looking a bit amused at your reaction right now. The same goes with Adore and Alaska who are currently giggling.

Hearing that, you feel panic rising in you. You're still not ready to see her again. Well after you're gracious conversation with (Y/F/N) a few weeks ago you spend your time battling with yourself about what you should do about your feelings. At the same time, you also limit your communication with the drag queens, especially the Russian whore. Even though you have time to get yourself together, you still felt like you're not ready.

SLAM!

The queens winced as they heard you bang your head on the table.

"(Y/N)!" Detox worriedly said. Putting a hand on your shoulder. Making you look back at her. There was a moment of silence there until a staff walked unto your space.

" Miss Adore, Alaska, Detox. You'll be up soon for 5 minutes." the staff informed them while holding a clipboard.

"Okay! Coming right up." Adore responded, before finishing her drink up. "See you later (Y/N)!" Adore parted along with Alaska who also gives you her goodbye.

Detox was left there with you. Still looking at you with warmth in her eyes "Just...give a try (Y/N)." she encourages. Giving you a small smile before turning around to follow the other two.

The whole crowd wilds up when the performance begins. The first one who performs is Adore, who sings her song. Next is Detox who lips sync Whitney Huston. And then followed by Alaska who also lips sync and dances.

During the show. You remain from your seat in the bar station. Even though you're watching from afar you still enjoyed their performance. Like always, all the queens did a very good job of entertaining and hyping the audience.

Also, you spent yourself shooting tequila and calling the bartender to pour you another one. Causing you to feel dizzy and tipsy.

But then you felt a cold water dump into you after you heard the DJ introduce the next performer.

"And now let me introduce the Russian, bisexual, transvestite hooker from season 7... Katya!"

A song of Read Me Wrote U was blasted on the speaker. And there she, the blonde atomic drag queen that stole your heart walking on the stage with confidence in her red body suit that matches her iconic red lipstick. Seeing her again in person for the first time, makes your heart pump fast and go crazy.

Katya scans the whole room as if she's looking for someone. And it only stops after your (E/C) is locked with her baby blue ones.

As she dances her way, she never breaks eye contact with you. You can't help but feel drawn to her more. At that moment everything feels so right. like the world stop, and it's just you and her alone together.

But then you were snapped from your thought when you heard the crowd getting louder. You saw Katya not staring at you anymore but at the audience. You laugh bitterly and shake your head. Thinking how funny you are for even imagining those stuff. After all, not everything ends up with rainbows and falling flowers.

So in the middle of her performance, you walk outside the back of the bar. You're so focused on getting away, that you didn't even notice a pair of gorgeous blue eyes staring at your leaving form with pain and confusion.

You're leaning on the balcony outside the bar near the alley with your eyes closed. Trying to have a moment of silence, to give yourself time. You keep yourself locked in your thought that you didn't even notice a figure behind your back.

And you got caught off when you felt a hand creeping at your shoulder. You immediately turn your head to see who it is.

"Katya!?" You look at her wide eyes while putting your free arm on your chest.

Katya laughed loudly from your reaction "You should have seen yourself, Barbara. You look like you have seen a dead!"

You rolled your eyes at her. "Well, who wouldn't be scared when they see a devil herself?" You snarked.

She just chuckled lightly as her response before going beside you and leaning to the balcony looking up at the sky while you look at the ground. You both stayed like that for a moment before she breaks off the silence.

"So... Why did you leave during my performance?" Katya quietly asked you. Focusing her attention on you.

You also then looked at her, locking her eyes to yours. "I — I'm just.. thinking something." You rambled. Katya's eyebrow rises up. Looking doubt from your answer.

"What are you thinking then?"

You pause for a moment before looking down to the ground again "Just... about life."

She just releases a sigh and then looks away from you. An awkward silence enters again.

'It's now or never.' You thought.

"Hey, Katya." You called, breaking off the ice.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever loved someone..... That it hurts?"

"Yeah" she answers immediately than you expected. Making you look at her again, and you also see her staring back at you.

"Every fucking single day." There's something in her eyes that is filled with emotions you can't determine. You both look at each other's souls. Until you felt Katya lean over you and then plant her lips against you.

The two of you remain like that, but then you felt her trying to pull back. So to stop her, you push yourself towards her to deepen the kiss. You saw her eyes become wide before closing them, and you also did the same. The both of you stay like that. Seizing the moment of the kiss.

Katya slowly pulled away from you and let out a playful chuckle. "It's about time, you bitch." looking at you with happiness swirling in her eyes. You couldn't help but smile at her.

"It's fucking about time." You giggle out. Leaning over to her to give her one more kiss, which she also reciprocated.

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mey-rin-is-fabulous · 2 years

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She wanted Rebecca to win S1 but figured it was going to be between Nina and Bebe

S2 She wanted Tyra to win but thought it was going to be Raven

S3 She didn't want Raja to win and wanted it to be either Manila or Alexis, she didn't really like Raja but liked Stacey, Shangela, Alexis, Yara and Manila

S4 She really liked Jiggly, Latrice, Chad and Kenya. Wanted Chad to win and didn't want Sharon to win. She wanted either Jiggly, Kenya, Madame LaQueer or Latrice to return when they announced returning queens

And for S5 she currently likes Alaska and Alyssa(I told her we were gonna get Shangie's momma in S5) won't know who she wants to win until we get past halfway currently at the ballet episode

I'm trying to not be vocal about the queens I like until she mentions the ones she likes so far we agree on a lot

For me (If I forget a queen it's because it's late and I'm doing this off the top of my head)

The only queens from S1 I didn't like from both watches were Akashia and Rebecca

S2 I'm neutral on a few like Mystique and Raven but I loved Sonique, Shangie, Sahara and Pandora on my first watch. Still love them (RIP Sahara). Still like Morgan and Tatianna and Tyra (because I enjoyed her growth on the show after the wedding episode) I'm forgetting some but it's not because I don't like them I probably do but it's a lot of names. Sorry I forgot about Jujubee I love her.

S3 Carmen I never liked. Raja I grew to like then rewatching got meh with. Alexis, Yara and Shangie I loved right off the bat and Manila. (I love comedy and just funny queens in general) Alexis upon rewatching was kinda in meh territory for me, I still like her but that season was rough. Mariah and India were in meh/like territory both times. Mimi was in no like territory both times. I liked Stacey and Delta both times

S4 I think I was meh with Sharon on my first watch 2nd time around still wasn't my favourite. I liked Phi Phi and Chad more than Sharon. Loved Latrice both times. Loved Kenya. Liked Willam. Liked Madam LaQueer. Completely forgot about Alisa but rewatching Alisa's outfit actually wasn't that bad no one's was actually awful that first ep. Loved Jiggly. Dita and Milan were in the like/meh territory. I liked Lasha(w/u)n.

S5 Loved Jinx(x) right off the bat both times. Loved Alaska(still heavy disagree with the judges on Alaskas male drag/also managed to misremember who won the 1st challenge I thought it was Alaska but it's Roxxy who wins it)immediately both times. Detox I like. Roxxy I don't really like. Ivy, Alyssa, Coco and Jade I love/like. I liked Monica but the cast for this season is stacked. Vivienne Pinay I don't really like(it's the attitude) I like Honey Mahogany. Just remembered I liked Serena and Lynesha on my first watch and I still like them. Penny was in meh territory

#gonna tag this #drag race rewatch with my mom #sorry i don't usually like mentioning that i watch drag race #i don't know why #but yeah i watch #rpdr #rupauls drag race #and actually enjoy it a lot #s5 and s6 are my favourite early seasons #and jinx(x) and bianca are some of my favourite winners #i put the second x in brackets because I don't remember if there's a second x or not #also tags are back under my keyboard #maybe an app update will fix that #did jinx(x) say it's monsoon season when she won as7?#or something like it god i hope so #that was my favourite crowning line

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Re-Meet The Queens Of Drag Race All Stars 7 (Issue #15)

The RuPaul's Drag Race Official Newsletter

In a bonus edition of the Drag Race newsletter, we size up the competition in the newly announced All-Stars 7, take a look at the cast’s track records, and share some exclusive behind-the-scene photos from the RuVeal shoot. Don’t forget to subscribe so you can stay tuned for all of the latest Drag Race updates!

Surprise! Just as Drag Race’s 14th season hits its home stretch, All Stars is gearing up for one helluva seventh season, set to debut on Paramount+ on May 20. But this is no ordinary All-Stars: It’s the long-rumored and anticipated all-winners season, with eight previously crowned queens returning to the competition to vie for the title of “Queen Of Queens.” In other words, who is the super-est of these Drag Superstars?

Yesterday, the new season was teased with an early peek at Werk Room entrances, a classy RuVeal video, and hilarious queen interviews hosted by Brittany Broski and Sarah Schauer on Twitter Spaces. With so much excitement to take in, we’re recapping it all, queen-by-queen, to preview the wild season ahead. And, in an Official RuPaul’s Drag Race Newsletter exclusive, we’re sharing never-before-seen BTS photos of each queen from that gorgeous RuVeal video, which you can find below.

Prepare to re-meet the cast of All-Stars 7, eight worthy winners ready to slay the house down boots.

Jaida Essence Hall

“Hey bitches! She’s… back?”

Look right here, baby! One of the first to enter the Werk Room in All-Stars 7 is none other than the lovely Jaida Essence Hall, who memorably snatched our hearts and the crown in Season 12 after putting on one hell of a show in her living room (it was the early days of the pandemic, after all). Looking back, Jaida had the makings of a winner all along—she won her first challenge in the split premiere—but her superstar status became undeniable with the one-two punch of the political debate and makeover challenges, racking up three Maxi wins in total. And with some sickening lip-syncs, she’s even been minted a Lip-Sync Assassin. The polished pageant queen really proved she could do it all and be effortlessly funny while doing it.

A current cast member of Drag Race Live! In Las Vegas, Ms. Hall has dazzled audiences far and wide since her win, and comes into All-Stars eager to show her “full self.” Her sparkling RuVeal and entrance looks show that the queen has somehow found a way to perfect perfection, and her energy is just infectious (I died at, “America, I’m your favorite bottom!”) As she teased in the Twitter Spaces chat, “anything can happen” this season, and I can’t wait to spend more time watching this queen on my television.

Jinkx Monsoon

“Line???”

It was easy to see Jinkx as an underdog back in Season 5, especially as she faced off against the three-headed drag Glamazon known as “Rolaskatox” (Roxxy Andrews, Alaska, and Detox), but the truth is this Monsoon was a force of nature throughout the competition. I mean, she scored high placement for nine weeks in a row—who else can say that? She claimed two wins in her original season, including one for her uproarious and unforgettable Little Edie in Snatch Game (truly an all-timer), but Jinkx even made her off weeks look like wins, like when she smashed the Lip-Sync For Your Life to “Malambo No. 1.” Years later, Jinkx stands out as one of the most uniquely talented queens to ever become America’s Next Drag Superstar.

Jinkx looks like a goddess in this new RuVeal video, admitting it’s a bit intimidating to return to TV for the first time in nearly 10 years. The thing is? Jinkx never went away, with appearances in everything from Steven Universe to Happiest Season to her own hit show with BenDeLaCreme, The Jinkx And DeLa Holiday Special. With her perfectly delivered anti-entrance line (“Line???”), Jinkx proves she hasn’t lost an iota of that magic spark that made us all fall in love with her in the first place.

Monét X Change

“You know what they say: Monét changes everything.”

Hallelujah! Monét X Change is back on Drag Race, so you know we’re going to soak it up! She ranked in sixth place on her original Season 10, leaving an indelible mark on the competition with her sponges, pussycat wigs, and fierce lip-syncs, ultimately claiming the title of Miss Congeniality. But that was just the pre-game for All Stars 4, where she stepped it up big time, earning three Maxi wins before sharing the crown with her “twinner” Trinity The Tuck (more on her in a second). Funny, fresh, and with the operatic voice of an angel, Monet really does feel like she was born for Drag Race.

One of three previous All Stars winners, Monét enters the Werk Room as one of our most seasoned competitors with a star quality elevated by successful forays into acting and music. In the Twitter Spaces chat, she said she’s just there to have a good time, but, in the RuVeal, she also mentioned she watched a lot of Survivor during the pandemic, so she may have picked up a strategy or two. That, coupled with her hours of Drag Race talk on the hit podcast Sibling Rivalry (with co-host Bob The Drag Queen) and her current stint hosting The Pit Stop means Monét’s been studying up on the competition and did not come to play!

Raja

“Did somebody call for an eye-con?”

Feast your eyes on the return of Raja, the original fashion queen of Drag Race and the crowned champion of Season 3! Believe it or not, it’s been over a decade since Raja last competed on the show—when she bested a number of future All Stars including Manila Luzon, Alexia Mateo, and Shangela to end up on top—but Miss Raja is just as sharp as ever. She scored a total of three Maxi wins her season and quickly developed a reputation as one of the most sickening stylists to ever hit the runway, raising the bar for fashion on the show with her own two (perfectly manicured) hands.

Of course, Raja has remained a crucial part of the Drag Race canon thanks to her recap web series, Fashion Photo RuView (one wonders who might fill in for her to cover All Stars 7), so you know she’ll be bringing some top toots to the runway this time around. But will she also be bringing some villainy? In the RuVeal, Jinkx points to Raja as the shadiest of this new bunch, while Raja concedes she’s probably the most “skeptical” due to her age and experience. At 47, she might be the oldest of the season, but she’s determined to push back against any ageism in the fandom and showcase why she remains such a legendary performer.

Shea Couleé

“Oh, I didn’t know I needed an introduction”

Herstory repeats itself when the stunning Shea Couleé makes the first entrance into the Werk Room, just like she did in All Stars 5. I don’t know how it’s possible that this Chicago queen keeps getting more gorgeous, but just look at the material! Shea has always had Big Winner Energy, dating back to a stellar run on Season 9, during which she scored a whopping four Maxi Challenge wins—setting a record for a single “original recipe” season. She was the odds-on favorite for the crown if it weren’t for that finale lip-sync (you know the one), so it was only a matter of time before she came back to face off with stiff competition in All Stars 5 and join the Drag Race Hall of Fame.

So what could Shea possibly have left to prove in All Stars 7? In the Twitter Spaces chat, she hilariously revealed she’ll be channeling “Kerry Washington in Save The Last Dance” this time around—I’ll admit I don’t know what she means by that, but bring it on! Shea also said she’s evolved into her final hero form, which she’s eager to show off, and is just thrilled to be part of this cast’s special sisterhood. Even though she’s the cast’s most recently crowned queen, Shea Colueé has come to play and slay all over again.

Trinity The Tuck

“Body, body, and more body. The holy trinity has arrived.”

Guess who’s back in the house? It’s Season 9 finalist and All Stars 4 “twinner” Trinity The Tuck (née Taylor), quick to remind us that, among this cast, she is the queen with the most Maxi Challenge wins at seven. Yes, it’s hard to bet against this Southern charmer, a connoisseur of shade who made it all the way to the finale of her original season alongside Shea. Then she came back with a vengeance (and a new face) on All Stars, where she conquered a wide variety of challenges and knocked her lip-syncs out of the park. It’s no wonder RuPaul couldn’t resist making space for her in the Hall Of Fame: She’s as well rounded as those cheeks!

With Monét among her competitors, one can see how All Stars 7 might present an opportunity for determine who is the ultimate All-Star between them, but Ms. The Tuck says this season is all about having a little fun (and redeeming herself for her original Season 9 promo look, she joked in Twitter Spaces). At this point, Trinity is a veteran performer who’s traveled the world and won an awful lot of national titles, but she never fails to surprise, so I can’t wait to see what she has in store for us.

The Vivienne

“Don’t you just love a long, hot, stiff competition?”

Say “‘Ello!” to the first-ever international season queen to compete on All Stars! I think it’s safe to say The Vivienne is probably the hungriest for the win among this cast because, if you’ll recall, there is no cash awarded to Drag Race UK winners. That $200,000 grand prize has got to be looking extra juicy!

Checks aside, Viv is one strong competitor who more than lives up to the title of UK’s first crowned drag queen. She’s certainly rich in RuPeter Badges, having earned wins for the premiere runway, the bottled water campaign challenge, and, of course, her impressive turn as Donald Trump in the Snatch Game, which the entrance video reminds us Michelle once claimed “may be the best Snatch Game character in the history of the show.” Coming into All Stars, Viv feels a lot riding on her dainty shoulders as the sole representative for her sisters across the pond, and it’ll be intriguing to see if she gets chummy with the American queens or keeps them at a distance. But she should definitely not be underestimated—I mean, just look at that fabulously fierce entrance look, not a hair on her horned head is out of place! Long live the queen.

Yvie Oddly

“Don’t mind me, I just evened the odds.”

Hear that? No, it’s not the villainous howl of a mad scientist who just unveiled their monstrous creation onto the world, it’s just Yvie Oddly having laugh! This one-of-a-kind Colorado queen is always a breath of fresh air, and I’m thrilled to see her bending over backwards once again for Drag Race. Her ascendancy in Season 11 was an unprecedented one: With only one shared Maxi Challenge win under her belt, Yvie proved that snatching the crown isn’t just about track records (though, let’s be honest, had there been a winner for those “Queens Everywhere” verses, it would’ve been Yvie’s). A gifted performer with a chaotic streak, Ms. Oddly made for damn good television, and her win firmly planted a freak flag in the franchise’s history.

And her legacy stands strong, especially considering her drag sister Willow Pill has made it to the finale of Season 14. Beyond that, Yvie’s accomplishments include her unveiling as All Stars’ first-ever Lip-Sync Assassin competitor, being part of the inaugural Drag Race Live! cast in Vegas, and a triumphant Denver Pride performance (her hometown), which she considers a highlight of her post-Drag Race career. Even in shimmering All-Stars attire, Yvie is unapologetically herself, joking in the Twitter Spaces conversation that she already knows what it takes to be successful, so she’s just here to start fights. Odd bless!

Burning Questions

New Formula

The All Stars series has made a habit of switching up its format with each successive season, so we can expect its seventh all-winners edition to be unlike anything we’ve seen before. Will lipsticks and cast voting continue to play a major role? Could we see a return to the team competition, a la the first All Stars? Might there be a game within a game… within a game? One thing’s for certain: With just eight queens, this is our most intimate All Stars cast to date. And, given that there will be a grand total of 12 episodes, we can hypothesize that this won’t be a straightforward season where one doll sashays every week. Again, I’m just a newsletter writer, so I promise I don’t know any more than you—but I’d love to hear your theories: What kind of All Stars are we headed for?

Am I The Drama?

The overarching vibe of the RuVeal video and Twitter Spaces interviews is that, since all of these queens have already earned their titles, they’re mostly coming to All Stars for a little fun. But that doesn’t mean it will be all smiles and laughter—this is a competition after all. Raja’s already been singled out as the shadiest, and Yvie shared how much she loves to stir the pot, so keep an eye on them for brewing drama. Plus, there’s the aforementioned shared win between Trinity and Monét, which will no doubt come up this season as the two go head-to-head once again. And what of alliances? Trinity and Shea have a sisterly bond that dates back to their time on Season 9, and I’d also love to see Jinkx and Raja sticking together, since they represent the halcyon early days of Drag Race.

Surprise, Surprise!

How will the Challenges evolve to test these queens on a whole new level? Who will stop by to guest judge? What other twists are in store? Beyond some sickening entrance looks, we ultimately know so very little about what to expect of All Stars 7, and that’s what makes it so exciting! May 20 can’t come soon enough.

Gagatrondra! The Best Announcement Tweets

The Drag Race fandom went wild on social yesterday during the announcement, so let’s run down some our favorite (and funniest) reactions on Twitter.

Bianca Del Rio

@TheBiancaDelRio

Sorry , I was busy. 💅🏽

12:50 PM - 13 Apr 2022

maru

@symonyay

me picking my winner pick for this season as queens walk the werkroom #dragrace #allstars7 https://t.co/OtUvAnpwMZ

12:16 PM - 13 Apr 2022

hay ♡

@HAY4HOSO

they really ARE sisters ! #dragrace #allstars7 https://t.co/EfhiykbYhW

12:11 PM - 13 Apr 2022

osc

@oscahss

the winners of Drag Race after getting the call for #AllStars7 https://t.co/Kxsw8LZ5iA

12:25 PM - 13 Apr 2022

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That RuVeal video and those entrance looks were pretty sickening, no? Thankfully, you can revisit both and dissect every frame in anticipation of the new season—check them out below!

Meet the Queens of All Stars 7! | RuPaul’s Drag Race All Stars

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