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triptuckers · 3 years

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Honesty - Kaz Brekker x reader

Request: oh hell yea "I saw we could send in requests which you don’t need to tell me twice bc I have some things in mind if that’s okay? I had an idea for a Kaz x female reader where he’s had feelings for you for the longest time but has never acted upon those feelings due to his trauma. Until one day something doesn’t go as planned during a Dregs job because his thoughts are with you and he lost his focus for just a moment. This is the moment he realises he has to talk to you about his crush on you but when he looks for you he notices you somewhere secluded in the arms of Jesper making out. How would he react to the fact that the girl he has had feelings for has been secretly dating his right hand? Lots of angst if that’s okay? 😬" Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader (plus some slight Jesper x reader) Summary: When Kaz finally figures out his feelings for you, and wants to tell you about it, he finds something he wasn't prepared to see Warnings: angst oh god so. much. angst. let's see what else uhh mentions of violence, bruises, language, kaz being a lil jealous jerk Word count: 2.6K A/N: this is the one yall I got this request and HA I was so ready to write some heartbreaking angst, get ready for this one (also I wasnt sure if I had to tag this as kaz x reader of jesper x reader, but as you can see I went with kaz) TAG LIST (grishaverse): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15 @dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha @story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs @daliareads @meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy TAG LIST (Kaz Brekker): @mufnasa @Janesofia7 @stairscortana add yourself to my tag lists here

Because it was a one-person kind of job and it involved picking quite a few locks, Kaz told the crows to take the night off, while he took care of it.

Given that it was very rare for Kaz to tell you all that you could have the night off, neither of you was stupid enough to question it. Instead, you all wished him good luck and took off to do all those things you normally missed out on when you were away on a job.

Everyone trusted Kaz to be able to handle a simple job on his own. You'd spend enough time with him to know he'd be alright.

And he was.

It was indeed a simple job, all Kaz had to do was sneak into a merchant's home, pick the lock of the safe in the office, steal an important contract between two merchants, and get out.

Part of him liked the solitude of wandering around a big house in the dark. But another part of him wished you'd be there with him. Kaz had shook his head to get you out of his mind, and continued to do the thing he needed to do.

After successfully completing the job and getting the contract he needed, Kaz is standing in front of a closed door, listening for any sounds in the hallway on the other side of the door.

His minds wanders off to you again.

You'd wished him good luck before he walked out the door, and you'd given him one of you signature smiles. Saints, he loved your smile.

He was sure you could fix anything, all you had to do was smile at him. You comforted him in so many ways, and you probably had no idea. Though you could figure it out if you sensed something was going on.

The clues were all right there, all you had to do was find out all the times he asked for you help were all just excuses to be able to spend more time with you.

It was stupid, really. He would invite you up to his office to go over plans for a job, even though he had figured it all out already. He'd pair the two of you on jobs. He did anything to be able to spend time with you.

A cloud slowly moves through the night sky, allowing the moon to illuminate the room. The sudden light abruptly brings Kaz back to reality.

He'd been standing in front of the door for way too long, just thinking about you. He curses himself for losing his focus. For allowing himself to get so lost in his thoughts on you.

Kaz really needs to do something about it. It's almost embarrassing how starstruck he is by you. And he really can't have you distract him on a job like that again, even if you're not in the room with him.

After listening again for sounds in the hallway, Kaz slowly pushes the door open. Upon discovering the hallway is empty, he steps out of the office and makes his way to the front door of the house.

All the way back to the Slat, he's thinking of ways on how to tell you. He's never been really good at talking about his feelings. And he wants to make sure he tells you the right thing. The last thing he wants is to stutter to try and find the words to say to you.

Eventually, he settles on just getting you alone first. He'll figure out what to say after that.

The walk to the Slat takes a while, given that the Barrel is on the other side of Ketterdam. His leg starts to ache but he ignores it, he'd endured worse.

When he finally sees the Slat in the distance, he notices there are still some lights burning. The window of your room is dark. Kaz hopes you're just sitting downstairs.

But when he enters the kitchen, it's nearly empty. Except for Nina, who is sitting there having a cup of tea before bed.

'Hey!' she says. 'How'd it go?'

In response, Kaz shows her the folded piece of paper.

Nina grins. 'Told you it would be an easy job for you.' she says.

'It was.' says Kaz. 'Have you seen Y/N?'

To his surprise, Nina starts smirking.

'Oh yeah, I've seen Y/N.' says Nina. 'She went out back a while ago.'

Kaz moves to walk to the back door but Nina speaks up again.

'Kaz, I wouldn't do that if I were you.' says Nina. 'I don't think she wants anyone to see her.'

He gives her a confused look, not noticing the playful look in Nina's eyes. He then starts to worry about you. Did something happen to you? Why didn't you want anyone to see you?

Kaz quickly walks to the door and opens it, ignoring Nina who yells at him not to do so. He abruptly freezes in the doorway.

You're indeed there, but you're not alone. A tall figure, who Kaz quickly identifies as Jesper, has you pinned to the wall of the alley.

Aside from the street lamp, it's completely dark. It's hard to tell which limps belong to you and which ones belong to Jesper.

Kaz just stands there, rooted to the spot. He can't move. He just stands there, watching the girl he fell in love with kiss another man. And it's not just any other man, it's Jesper.

The cheerful sharpshooter who had been his right hand for so long. He'd been by Kaz' side for years, joining the Dregs just shortly after you had. Jesper had managed to save Kaz a number of times with his quick shooting. And now he's standing there, kissing you.

Kaz feels sick, like he's going to throw up. Like the air got knocked out of his lungs all at once. The world is spinning. This must be some bad dream, he was asleep and this is a nightmare, it isn't real.

But then you finally seem to notice something is going on.

You pull away from Jesper and look past his arm, to see Kaz standing there with a bewildered look on his face.

'Kaz?' you say, not letting go of Jesper. 'Are you alright? Did something happen on the job?'

Jesper turns around as well now, curiously looking at Kaz.

Instead of looking at you and answering you, Kaz turns his attention to Jesper. The sick feeling in his stomach fades away and gets replaced by anger. Jesper had the guts to kiss you, his girl.

Rage takes over, the same kind of rage that had gotten him the name Dirtyhands. It flashes like a red light in front of his eyes. Without wasting another second, Kaz raises his cane and jabs one of Jesper's legs, sending him to the ground.

'What the fuck, Kaz!' you yell at him.

You rush over to Jesper's side, but Kaz roughly shoves you away with his cane, kneeling next to the taller boy. He angrily looks at him, gritting his teeth.

'You don't get to kiss her just because I can't.' says Kaz in a low voice.

Both you and Jesper look confused, having no clue wat Kaz is talking about.

'Saints, what on earth are you talking about?' says Jesper, rubbing the sore spot on his leg.

'She belongs with me, and you can't kiss her because I can't- because I won't- I forbid you from it.' says Kaz.

You look at Kaz, not believing what you're hearing. You'd never seen him like this, so angry, so full of rage. And you'd never seen him use his cane to hurt his crows before.

'I don't know what the fuck you are talking about.' says Jesper. 'But I'd appreciate it if next time, you'd say something instead of using that damned cane of yours. Now if you could excuse us, we went out back to have some privacy.'

Kaz' eyes widen in anger and you watch in horror as he raises a fist and swings it down, hitting Jesper's cheek hard. Before he can strike again, you catch a hold of Kaz' arm and drag him away from Jesper.

You drag him all the way back through the door and into the kitchen. Nina looks up, probably having heard something was going on. It takes one look from you for her to hurry up the stairs, leaving you alone.

You take Kaz over to one of the tables and roughly push him into a chair.

'Stay here.' you say as you glare at him.

Kaz, a feeling of numbness washing over him, doesn't protest.

You walk out the door again and he can hear you softly talking to Jesper. A while later, you and Jesper walk into the kitchen. Kaz sees a bruise is already forming on Jesper's cheek, right where he hit him.

Jesper looks at Kaz with a mixed expression of pain and confusion on his face.

You find some ice and put it on Jesper's cheek.

'Keep that on there.' you tell him. 'Go upstairs, I'll come to your room in a second. I have to talk to Kaz first.'

Jesper nods and as soon as he's out the door, you furiously turn to Kaz.

'You're going to tell me what the fuck that was about right now. No lies, no excuses, you're going to tell me the truth. Now.' you say, dragging out a chair and sitting down in front of Kaz.

'You don't get to kiss her because I can't?' you say, repeating the words he said earlier. 'What the hell was all that about?'

Normally, Kaz knows exactly what to say. All the time. He's always got an answer ready. But whenever it's just the two of you, it's like he forgets how to talk.

'Well?' you press on. 'Say something, for Saints sake!'

When he still doesn't say something, you slam your hand down on the table, and Kaz flinches slightly. You never got this angry.

'I don't want to see Jesper kissing you because I want to do that. That should have been me.' says Kaz.

'Well you can't even take your damn gloves off, did you really think you'd be able to kiss me?' you say in a cold voice.

'With time, maybe.' says Kaz.

You sigh and softly shake your head. You've been part of the Dregs for years. You care a lot about Kaz. But the bond you have with him is just not a romantic one. Apparently, Kaz didn't think so.

'You fucking hit Jesper.' you say, your voice less loud. 'He's going to have a bruise on his cheek.'

'I was angry.' is all Kaz says.

'Clearly.' you say. 'You need to apologise to him.'

Kaz looks at you. 'Yes, Kaz, you have to say you're sorry.' you say.

When Kaz gets up, you stop him.

'Not now.' you say. 'He doesn't want to see you.'

Kaz sits back down again and starts to avoid your gaze. After sitting in silence for a while, you sigh.

'Why'd you have to do it?' you wonder out loud.

'I don't know.' says Kaz. 'Just- seeing someone else kiss you like that, it made me so angry. Like something snapped inside of me.'

'If your really feel the way you say you feel about me, why didn't you say something sooner?' you say.

'I was scared.' admits Kaz. 'That you wouldn't have me because I wouldn't be able to kiss you, to touch you.'

'Physical affection isn't the only thing in a relationship.' you say.

'I know, I know, I just-' 'Kaz.'

He finally looks at you and you can see he's hurt. But you'd rather tell him the truth than lie to protect his feelings.

'Even if you would be able to touch me, a relationship would have never worked. Not for me, at least. I'm sorry, Kaz, I'm not going to sugarcoat it.' you say. 'I love you and I care about you, but not like that. I'm in love with Jesper. We didn't tell you or the other crows because if word gets out, people will see it as one of our weaknesses. I don't want to know what they'd do to get to me, or to get to Jesper.'

You look at Kaz, scanning his face for a reaction. He's letting your words sink in, thinking about them.

'Look, Kaz, I'm sorry. I'd rather tell you the truth than lie to make you feel better. I love Jesper, and right now, I have no intention at all of breaking up with him. You're going to have to find a way to deal with that.' you say and you get up.

'Apologise to him tomorrow, I'll talk to him.' you say. 'And next time, use your words. Not your cane or your fists.'

Kaz watches as you walk toward the stairs, to get to Jesper's room. He watches you as you disappear out of his line of sight. Regret starts to set in. He shouldn't have hit Jesper. He just felt so angry when he saw you with someone else.

You love Jesper, and there's nothing he can do about it. Right now, all he could do was sit in silence, getting lost in his thoughts wondering about what could have been if he had only talked to you sooner.

Meanwhile, you have reached Jesper's room. You knock and open the door, finding Jesper sitting on the bed. He's still got the ice pressed against his cheek.

'Hey.' you say as you walk up to him. Jesper briefly smiles at you but winches immediately at the movement. You sit down next to him and carefully take his hand in yours so you could remove the ice and take a look at his cheek.

Indeed, the skin of his cheek is red, a bruise forming. You lean in to softly press a kiss to his cheek before putting the ice back in place.

'What did Kaz have to say?' says Jesper.

'Um, that he has feelings for me. And that seeing you kiss me just made him angry. That's why he hit you.' you say.

'Should've used his words instead.' mumbles Jesper.

'That's what I told him.' you say. 'But I also told him to find a way to deal with it, because I am not going to break up with you.'

At your words, Jesper smiles. 'Thanks for kissing my war injury better.' he says, making you chuckle. 'I love you.'

'Love you too, Jes.' you say. You smile and get up to go and get ready for bed.

Little did you know that Kaz was standing right outside the door. He'd stopped there on his way to his room on the top floor. The three words you spoke to Jesper stung in his chest.

He'd give anything to hear you say those words to him. But you had made it clear that wasn't going to happen. Eventually, Kaz would have to find a way to deal with it.

After all, both you and Jesper are two of his most valuable and skilled crows. He couldn't just dismiss you because you love each other.

He'd find a way to deal with it. But not tonight. For tonight, he settles for going to his room and opening a bottle of kvas instead.

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sleepywinchester · 4 years

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 24

Summary: It’s time for Y/N to make some tough decisions. Will she make the right one for herself and her family?

Author: sleepywinchester (prev. deanwinchester-af)

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Gen and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev = Faceclaim)

Words: 2,295

Beta: N/A

Warnings: none really :)

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL! We wuv her in this acc but this is just for science lol

Visual Credit: @musemisha

Note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND SURPRISE! I’ve had this chapter in my docs for God knows how long... I kept telling myself I would upload when I felt it was ready (and the last chapters were done) but I just wanted to share. I really hope you guys like this. ♥

Title: Though Decisions

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The air inside your hotel suite was chilly and pleasant. Halsey’s songs filled your hotel suite as you packed everything into reusable boxes. Shooting season for Arrow was finally over and it was time to go back home for good. It was bittersweet to pack what you have been calling home for the past couple of months but you were more excited about going back to spending more time with your family. Working on two successful TV shows began to wear you off after a couple of months into shooting. It was a complete surprise when the part as Cat woman for CW’s superheroes universe was a total hit, making you stay extra months on the show. At the beginning when you took this gig, they only spoke about shooting for a couple of weeks, max a month but your character got so popular that the couple weeks turned into a couple of months.

The deep talk you had with Stephen a couple of months ago had left you thinking about your future. Months have passed but it still roamed through your mind. Being cat woman was a dream come true, being able to perform such a powerful and fun character was a milestone for your career but sometimes you asked yourself, is it all worth it?

Suddenly you heard the voice of your favorite man and all the weight from the worries drifted away. Jensen’s deep and beautiful voice sounded through the speaker.

“Babe?” Jensen’s real-life voice.

You spun at the sound of Jensen’s voice coming from the door. You’ve been waiting for Jensen all night to get here for SPN Convention in Toronto. You’ve also been waiting for him to help you move all your stuff back home in Austin.

“Jensen?!” You screamed giving in to the urge to jump on his arms.

Jensen caught your body, holding your legs that were crossed around his body. He laughed loudly, taking a moment to kiss you. “Hey.”

“I’ve missed you so damn much,” you replied, still on his arms.

He looked down for a second. “I see,” he smirked.

You both chuckled before he put you down on your own feet.

Jensen just had finished shooting week for Supernatural and took a flight to meet you in Toronto. When you just finished shooting for Arrow and was ready to move back home.

“Is everything already packed?” Jensen looked around as he took his jacket off. There was a surprise in his eyes and that made you chuckle.

You shrugged shamelessly, “Yeah.”

“I thought I was going to help you,” he looked at you with an eyebrow perked up.

“I know,” you grabbed his jacket, “but I got bored and… you know how I am.” You placed the jacket into the closet, where the only clothing items are three outfits that will last you through the convention weekend and moving day.

“In that case, whatcha’ think if we go down to SNS? Everyone is there, even Jared and Gen.” Jensen’s look and proposal were highly tempting, given the fact that you haven’t seen the gang or had fun in a long time.

“You know what… Let’s go. Let’s have fun.”

Jensen instantly hugged you and kissed you when you accepted. “That’s my girl.” Grabbing quickly his suitcase, murmuring that he was going to take a quick shower before.

You smirked following his lead into the bathroom because you also needed a quick shower after so much packing. Once Jensen saw you walk into the bathroom he understood what it meant.

He was shirtless, standing in front of the wide shower door, beginning to get wet from the shower, “I guess we can skip the first few songs.”

“I guess so,” you purred, kissing his lips with passion.

/ / /

“Get your ass down here, ASAP!” Jensen shouted, “Says Rob and Jared.”

You chuckled walking into the living room, your husband turned his head towards your direction. Jensen’s jaw-dropping instantly the second he took a full look of you.

“Damn,” he whispered to himself. “Babe-,” he said as he stood up from the couch. “You look-”

As he tried to speak his emotions you grabbed the leather jacket resting on the chair and put it on, making sure your hair was messy yet stylish at the same time. You were wearing a deep v neck black blouse and tight dark skinny jeans. Jensen sighed harshly,

“smoking hot. Are those real leather?” He touched your thigh-high leather boots, pressing on your thighs and giving you a sexy look as he did so.

You smirked kissing his lips and saying, “Yes.”

“Mmm,” he licked his lips, “do we have to leave?”

“Yes! If we don’t appear now, I assure you, they will come looking for us.” You told him walking towards the door.

“But you look so good!” He shouted following your steps into the elevator.

Once inside you grab him by the collar of his leather jacket. He was holding you closely and kissing your lips and neck. It was like you two were too horny teenagers that couldn’t stop touching each other.

“Get a room you two!” Jared’s voice suddenly joined.

You and Jensen instantly groaned while still extremely close to each other. “Should I just hit the closing doors buttons?” Jensen asked you, completely ignoring Jared’s presence.

Looking at Jared standing in the middle of the doors you shake your head, shifting your eyes back to your favorite stud.

“Na’, we said we were going to have fun,” you told Jensen.

“I have a lot of ways we could be having fun… Upstairs. In our bed. Naked.” Jensen replied.

Listening to Jared’s annoyed sigh was extremely amusing. “Seriously guys?” He said.

“What?” You and Jensen fake snapped at the same time.

“Everyone is waiting for you two horny assholes,” Jared replied. “Including Rob’s impatient ass.”

Going back to Jensen you sighed, cleaning the red lipstick off his lips. “We can continue what we started later.”

“Promise?” He holds your hand.

“Mhm,” you kissed his lips.

“Oh my God,” Jared rolled his eyes and began walking towards the green room.

You and Jensen laughed once again, it was truly amusing to see him annoyed at the extreme PDA you and Jensen were having. It’s been a while since you could annoy Jared. It’s also been a while since you’ve seen him. Walking into the green room, you and Jensen were greeted by everyone. They were all excited to finally see you after such a long time.

“You look so hot!” Brianna said with excitement.

You gave her a big smile, “You too, babe!”

You two turned heads towards Jensen who cleared his throat.

“You too, Jensen. You always look hot as fuck,” Brianna told him and he instantly laughed. “Honestly, you two look like rock stars. It’s so hot, I can’t stand it.”

“Yeah - These two look like horny rock stars. They were making out hard in the elevator.” Jared joined the conversation with Gen by his side.

You winked at your best friend who looked gorgeous as always.

“Let them be,” Gen said, “They haven’t seen each other in two weeks.”

“Exactly!” Jensen shouted, holding you closely by your waist. He looked at you in the eye, “Let us be.” Kissing you in the lips after finishing the sentence.

“Where’s my husband?!” Brianna jokily shouted.

“Home with your kid,” Kim joined. “So - switching this fuckery talk. What are you guys singing?”

You rose both eyebrows, “Who said anything about singing?”

Jensen slipped off your side and walked away for a second, leaving you alone with a glaring Kim. She raised her eyebrows at your response and shakes her head.

“You’re telling me you both came downstairs to SNS and you are not performing?” Kim seriously glared at you and Jensen. “I call bull.”

You sighed, “Okay. I’ll sing but I need booze.”

“I got you, babe,” Jensen he joined your side again with a cup of most likely to be whiskey and coke. “What song?”

“Hmmm,” you thought for a second.

You and Jensen were both wearing all black outfits with leather. It was obvious that both had highly flirtatious feelings that night. Yet above all that flirtatious sensations you both looked very badass and definitely like rock stars.

“Wanted Dead or Alive?” You asked him with a smirk.

Jensen returned the smirk, returning the look, “Let’s do it.”

“Jensen you’re up! Whipping Post?” Rob strolled in from the stage.

“I’ll go first and then you join?” Jensen looked at you and you nodded as an answer. He kissed your cheek before walking out to the stage, making the fans went wild and scream. They were seriously not expecting him.

“You guys look like two honeymooners,” Gen said.

You grinned, “I feel like a honeymooners. A lot of changes are going up and even though I feel bad for some of the decisions I’ve made, I know the future is going to be brighter.”

Genevieve nodded agreeing with your words. “You’re doing it for your family and for yourself. I haven’t seen you this genuinely happy in a while.”

“I haven’t seen myself this happy in a while,” you grinned again, having a sip of your whiskey. “It’s like everything is taking place since I decided to leave.” You looked around for a second, “Then at the same time, it feels bad that I won’t be part of this anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Jared joined. “You are a big part of everything Supernatural is. You are still part of the cast of the Supernatural family, of our family. Your place in this family is never going to change. You are Y/N Ackles and that is never going to change.”

Jared’s words made you think that you may have been overreacting the consequences of your choices. He was right, it didn’t matter what happened or what decisions you made, you were still part of this family.

“Thank you, guys.” You told them.

At that moment you heard Jensen finishing up Whipping Post.

“Thanks, y’all,” he spoke through the mic, “I’m going to stick around and do one more…”

You chuckled at the crowd screaming with excitement in response.

“I’m gonna ask to have some help from a friend of mine…” Jensen said. “Honestly she’s more than a friend if you guys know what I mean.” At that moment everyone screamed even louder, it was obvious they were making assumptions it was you. “She’s the myth, the legend, Y/N Ackles everyone.”

Jensen saying your name was a queue for you to walk out of the curtains with the microphone on hand. The camera flashes increased as your big smile did. You gave Rob a hug and waved at the band, followed by a kiss on Jensen’s lips and then glanced at the crowd.

“Hey, y’all,” you spoke.

The energy in that room was warming and filled with so much excitement. They were good vibes and you missed that. They were happy to have you that night and you were excited to be there with them. It’s been a long time since you attended an SNS concert.

“Ain’t he a rockstar?” You pointed at Jensen smirking.

At that moment the band began to play the intro of Wanted Dead or Alive.

“Can you feel it?!” Jensen shouted as he moved by the rhythm of the band. You and Jensen were doing the same movements and laughed at the moment you two realized it.

“It's all the same, only the names will change

Every day, it seems we're wastin' away

Another place where the faces are so cold

I drive all night just to get back home,” Jensen looked at your eyes and winked.

“I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride. I'm wanted-,”

“Waaaanteeed,” you sang the melody.

“Dead or alive…” Both of you sang together, “Wanted dead or alive”.

You prepped to sing the next verses.

“Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days

The people I meet always go their separate ways

Sometimes you tell the day

By the bottle that you drink

And times, when you're all alone all you do is think

I'm a cowgirl, on a steel horse I ride,” you moved your hips.

“I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

Wanted (wanted) dead or alive

Oh, and I ride

Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride,” you and Jensen sang the chorus together.

“I'm wanted dead or alive

I walk these streets

A loaded six-string on my back

I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back

I been everywhere, still, I'm standing tall

I've seen a million faces

And I've rocked them all,” Jensen sang the verses.

As he sang the verse you dance and backed him up with the melodies. It was one of those moments where you felt like a complete rockstar and sang your heart out in that stage.

For the last chorus, you and Jensen stood face and sang.

“I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride

I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side

I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive

And I ride, dead or alive

I still drive (I still drive) dead or alive

Dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive, dead or alive”

The feeling of ending a song was always electrifying. You much needed that after months of not performing in SNS. The song was over but the crowd wasn’t over, they were clapping and screaming. You laughed and smiled at them.

“I’ve missed y’all,” you said, “see you guys tomorrow? Gold Panel?”

You received more shouts and took that as a yes.

“Goodnight,” you said leaving the stage with Jensen.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Smoke & Mirrors (Scyvie/Branjie) - Part 2 - Saiphl

So… this took longer than I expected, but I’m back with the second part of this thing, I think it’ll last two or three more parts, but until I find out, I hope you enjoy the ride.

Again, I wanna thank Mistress for being the absolute angel she always is and betaing this second part.

Finally, this came more angsty than comforting, but, it’s Branjie, so you know it couldn’t be other way.

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Part 2. Taming all the noise inside my mind, aiming for perfection all the time

Vanessa was nervous, the moment he had feared for almost a year had finally come. She wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t ready to actually face how the show, the timing and their own immaturity tore them apart. The night he’s got Brooke’s call, he was tempted to not pick it up, he wanted to ignore it and let his phone vibrate. He didn’t.

When Brooke knocked on her door coming from the airport he felt his heart skipping a beat. The same effect he once got as something good, now coming to be incredibly painful. It was something between them, one of them knocking the door, the other opening it with a cool face and a heavy weight on their bellies. The newcomer getting inside, and then everything going wild after the door clicked shut.

Brooke was kissing Vanessa greedily, with an urgency that tasted like longing and desperation. Then, the void on their chests growing heavy once they got apart, but this time was different, Brooke held him close, a possessive grip around the shorter man’s waist. Vanessa sighed, the familiar dizziness that followed one of his kisses clouding his mind. Brooke leaned to softly kiss Vanessa’s forehead, no words needed to explain what had just happened, a thousand more left untold, attempting to crush the fragile balance they’ve built after the break up.

“I’m sorry”, Brooke whispered.

“No… please don’t, we needed that”, Vanessa answered, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Brooke’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s sit down,” he suggested, pulling Brooke to the closest couch, where they silently fell clinging on each other.

Brooke distractedly draw erratic patterns on Vanessa’s back, more to soothe himself than to comfort the other. Feeling that soothing proximity was something they craved more than they were really open to accept they needed. “I… just couldn’t wait.” Brooke’s voice just a doubtful whisper, his body vibrating in response to have Vanessa cuddled on his lap. “We have so much to talk about, so much to discuss… all of this is-”

“Too much, I know, the questions, the intrusion. I can’t, I just can’t keep pretending.” Vanessa said, snuggling closer, starting to feel inebriated with the scent of his skin. “I’ve missed you so much, hurts so bad, Brock… so painful, and we know there can’t be something else.”

Brooke gasped, then took a deep breath. He pulled Vanessa closer to him, still trying to find his voice. “Jose… I’ve got you back in that hotel, you’ve got me when everything was falling apart.” He cleared his throat, and kissed Vanessa’s temple. “I’ve missed you too… I’m done missing you all the time.” He pushed him a little, just to be able to look him in the eye. “I love you too, and I came here to get you back… we can try to make it work but we need to get rid of all that people nosing around.”

“What in your mind?” Vanessa asked, rearranging his position to look at Brooke.

“We tell them the truth… that we’re not together.” The words falling from his lips in a waterfall, while he listened to the idea. He was not convinced at all, but nothing made sense since the last time they’ve spent a night together. “Then we play the card of leaving an open door, but just for what concerns the show.”

Vanessa nodded lightly, still pondering what he said. “Let’s just… tell the truth, we can… we’ll figure everything else out after the damned finale and the fuckin’ reunion.” Brooke tightened the hold on the other man, his only relief, the scent of his dark skin.

‘Are you two still a couple?’ Vanessa twisted his lips, refusing himself to answer the question.

Disappointed, RuPaul then directed the same question to Brooke. ‘No, we’re not…’

The general gasp of their sisters wouldn’t make it to the final cut, that was sure. What was going to be there, was the uncomfortable expression from Nina and the dirty looks from A’keria and Silky. Also all the theories about them faking their relationship for the cameras, and how Brooke will take every single drop of guilt on his insecurities and fears.

‘Do you want to get back together?’ RuPaul asked, and both Vanessa and Brooke were caught out off guard. They knew they had to answer and they also knew that, the wrong words would, in fact, be used against them.

‘I’m not gonna say never… Like I still have feelings for you and you, I know you still have feelings for me.’ Vanessa nodded to Brooke’s words, the longing in the way they were looking at each other crystal clear. ‘And as long as we always have love for each other, anything is possible in future.’ The hug and the peck following all that circus was the reaffirmation Vanessa was looking for, and she was actually impressed of going back to her place with her legs wobbling on those six inch heels.

What followed the reunion, was something neither Brooke or Vanessa would really remember. Both of them still trying to regain composure and control over their shaking bodies. The same electric stream running through their bodies, threatening to expose what they half spoke the night Brooke arrived to LA. The second that production cut for a break, Vanessa stepped out his chair not even knowing where he was going, Brooke following his tracks.

Barely keeping the pace of the puerto rican, Brooke finally stretched to reach him by the arm. “Vanessa wait”, his voice breaking a little. “C’mon, talk to me, you know you can tell me anything.” Vanessa finally looked into his eyes, the pain reflected on them broke Brooke’s heart. He held his hands on his own, tightening the hold and channeling on it the hug he wanted to wrap him with.

A stream of tears fell freely down Vanessa’s cheek, drawing a clear line on the makeup. “I can’t… I just can’t…” Brooke kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally landed a short peck on his lips. “This will break us Brock, the second they know, we’re fucked!” Desperation flooded his cracked voice. “I can handle your issues, your fears… even my insecurities and the distance, but not them tryin’ to catch a glimpse of this… of us.”

“It’s done, they won’t have a clue… they won’t figure it out if we’re careful.” Brooke whispered, leaning closer to Vanessa and tucking a strand of her wig behind her ear. “I can handle this Jose, I can handle you and me, and all of this… but that can only happen if you’re willing to really try.” The sound of a hurried pair of heels running down the hallway of the backstage made Brooke to shield Vanessa from any other sight. Scarlet passed by their side barely looking at them and going straight to the back door of the theater.

Vanessa looked again to Brooke’s eyes, the sadness in the background making him look even smaller. “Need to go, gotta leave this place.” The desperate whisper making Brooke wrap the other with his arms, the cape of his attire almost covering from one side.

“We’ll go soon, this is about to be over baby” Brooke said to his ear, and the other man sighed deeply. “We just need to keep going and we’ll be released, then we’ll go back to my hotel, and finish our talk.” Brooke’s voice got even lower, they couldn’t risk to be heard. “C’mon baby, just one more and we’re done.” Brooke kissed Vanessa one more time, and then parted ways, Brooke back to the stage, Vanessa going to the restrooms to fix his face.

Vanessa was the first to leave the theater, just taking off the wig and the outfit and putting on a hoodie to run out just in time to catch his Uber. Not even Silky and A’keria said a word, they knew how hard it had been for Vanessa. They knew how heartbroken and empty she’d been feeling since she and Brooke decided to break up. They even shielded him while he left.

Nina on the other hand, silently stood by Brooke, watching him closely while he meticulously got out of drag and packed what turned him into the gorgeous blonde bombshell that danced on the stage. When they finally ended de-dragging, Nina looked at Brooke, concern and sorrow reflected on his gaze. “Are you ok? What a stupid question, I know neither of you are.” Nina said, landing a hand on Brooke’s shoulder.

Brooke shrugged just to look back at his friend. “The best part of all this, is that it’s over, I don’t think I could handle another question… all of this is just breaking what’s left of us.” Nina wrapped his arms around Brooke, who finally let himself to cry a bit. “I can’t handle how hurt he is, it’s even more painful than that night…”

Nina nodded once, of course he remembered that night. The night when they fell down the infinite spiral of sorrow they were trying to climb out of. “Go to him, you have a lot to talk about.” He said into Brooke’s ear, the canadian immediately nodding to those words. He broke the embrace and wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. A tiny somber smile that didn’t reach his eyes parted his lips. Brooke left.

Jose entered to Brooke’s room with the key card he slid into his pocket back in the theater. He couldn’t help but smile slightly. They’ve learned to exchange the keycards of their hotel rooms back in the filming time, when everything was new and had the taste of adventure. He remembered those as the good times of their relationship, when everything was sweet and bright, and they were so infatuated that keeping hands to themselves was a true achievement.

The room smelled like him, like his vanilla shampoo and his aftershave lotion. He never thought that he would miss the cigarette smell, but that note being lost left him feeling a little odd. The scolding spring sunlight languidly caressed the cheap carpet on the floor and he went straight to the window to let the air in. He closed his eyes and the weight of his 301’s reminded him that Vanessa was still there. Reluctantly he walked back to the bathroom, the makeup on his face suddenly too heavy to wear.

A soft knock sounded on the door and Jose ran to open it, his hair damp and now the mixture of their aftershaves filled the air. Brooke stared at Vanessa just to exhale the breath he didn’t knew was holding. He rushed inside, and the door locked behind them. This time, it was Vanessa who took the other by assault, kissing and touching him like he was trying to convince himself Brooke was real. The taller man held him closer, and buried his nose on the mess of his hair. He missed that so much, he missed the soothing and safe sensation that having his scent close gave him.

Before they could even think about it, they fell on the bed. A living mess made of limbs and sloppy kisses, the contrast of Brooke’s fair skin with the beautiful golden tone of Vanessa’s creating the most beautiful collage ever seen. Their hardness grinded on each other’s begging to find release. A loud groan surged from Brooke’s throat, the one that brought Vanessa back to the moment. Back to all the things he thought and promised to tell once he was ready. “I love you,” the only one slipping from his lips, making Brooke to look him in the eye.

“I love you more…” Brooke answered in a chuckled whisper, the friction in the right part of his body threatening to make him forget what he wanted to say. “And I’m gonna regret this in a couple of hours, but that is why we need to talk.” He forced himself to separate from Vanessa and refocus on the conversation. A whine escaped Vanessa’s lips and then, stealing one more kiss, he untangled himself from the other man’s body.

Vanessa looked at Brooke, who was actually taking deep breaths to soothe. “So, for them we’re not a couple, we haven’t been for at least eight months.” The weight of the words fell over their shoulders simultaneously. Both of them averted their eyes, neither one ready to face how deeply hurt inside the other was. “What I mean, they’ll think we are trying to move on. But, that’s not what I want…” Brooke cupped Vanessa’s face with a hand, lifting it up to be able to look into his eyes.

“And what do you want?” Vanessa asked, his voice starting to crack. “Because I’m far from moving on… I don’t think I’ll ever be… I… at least, not anytime soon.”

Brooke nodded, more to reassure the other man than as an affirmation. “I want us back together.” Brooke said, the words falling from his lips with the softness of the summer wind. “I want you… if you’ll take me back…” Vanessa looked at him, reaching shyly to hold one of his hands.

“Not that easy… sure we can try but, there’s some shit we have to figure out.” His voice was husky and low, a dark gloom reflecting on his eyes. “I can work with the distance, the schedules and my feelings, but I can’t take you not being faithful.”

Brooke groaned, the memory of the fights over Vanessa’s jealousy and his inability to keep it in his pants the actual thing that broke them up. “I’m up to try, I… I just can’t keep doing this, I can’t be missing you in the middle of whatever city I am and do lousy attempts to fill the void. I can’t keep lying to myself, when the only moment that everything felt right, was when I was sleeping with you in my arms.” His voice sounded frustrated, desperate, pleading. “Nothing compares to the peace I feel when you’re with me.”

A pregnant silence fell over the hotel room. “What if you can’t help it? What if your drunk ass make you fall? Tequila and longing are the worst combo in human history!” Vanessa spit, her own fears coming out and he didn’t have the strength to hold them back. “You can bet I’m only yours, how do I know you’ll do that for me, Brock?”

He looked down, not knowing how to answer that question. It wasn’t that he was a manwhore, but the mere idea of being in an exclusive relationship where they were gonna spend lots of times apart felt wrong. He was a man, a very sexual one, whose relationship with the man in front of him started with a shy lust that became something more. “You know I love you Jose,” he said, feeling trapped. “In my defense, I’ve been sober for almost a month, both cigarette and tequila.” He smiled, his defense somehow sounding kinda childish. “I’ve changed, and I’m still changing. I can’t promise that the need will go, but I can promise to fight it.”

Vanessa jumped out of bed, the movement so sudden that scared Brooke. “Dunno, I need to think, need to go.” He said, turning as fast as he left the bed and took his gym bag from the floor. Brooke left the bed behind him, reaching the door before it could actually get shut, he grabbed the keycard from the light switch and went right behind Vanessa. His long legs easily coping with the fast pace he took.

Reaching to catch his arm, he pulled him closer. “Please don’t go, we can figure this out, just don’t run.” He pleaded, his voice even lower. The hallway between the lines of room doors was empty, soft background noise coming from some of them. Vanessa looked at him, helpless, the sheer confusion irradiating from her eyes. “Stay and let me prove I mean it,” said Brooke, just before leaning to kiss him again.

The soft moan that escaped Vanessa’s lips sounded like a promise; the one that came from Brooke’s throat, like a plea. Both of them so invested on each other that they didn’t hear the sound of someone’s ouch and almost fall, until the doorknob clicked opening the door. Instinctively, Brooke turned to face the door shielding Vanessa with his body, an apology ready to leave his lips any second, until he saw the face sneaking behind the door.

“I wanted some ice and…” said the embarrassed voice coming from the room door.

“What the…” Brooke whispered, both amused and relieved of seeing a familiar face, but also starting to feel panicked of being caught by one of their sisters. The other girl quickly glanced around before she opened the door, letting them in. “You scared the shit out of us, Scarlet!” Brooke hissed, feeling Vanessa tiptoeing behind him to see Scarlet.

What they weren’t expecting, was the second voice that came from the back of the hotel room, followed by no other than a barefoot and topless Yvie. He rubbed his sleepy eyes. “Babe? Jake where are you?”

Both Brooke and Vanessa gasped in surprise. Of all the things that they could’ve found out, and all the secrets kept behind doors, this was the one they would have never expected.

“I’m right here hun, just chewing out Branjie for disturbing your beauty sleep.” Said Scarlet, gravitating towards Yvie, who wrapped him with his long arms and kissed his temple.

#rpdr fanfiction #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #scyvie #branjie #angst #canon compliant #smoke and mirrors #saiphl #s11

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Galactica, part 233

In this April has her work cut out, Alaska comes home, Bianca takes a meeting and Violet struggles with a simple request.

Thank you @veronicasanders @toriibelledarling and @samrull ❤️

“And remember-”

“Perfection in the job puts pleasure in the work. I know Miss.”

“That’s all.”

April was pretty sure she had seen Fame smile to her as her boss left the design floor, but she honestly couldn’t be sure, her brain one giant black hole, the mountain of work in front of her suddenly seeming larger than Everest. April had jumped on the opportunity the moment Trixie had mentioned her. She wasn’t really a clothing designer, not like Violet or Betty or even Alexis. She did jewerly, which was her strength, but unlike her coworkers, she knew how to not overdesign and to keep her lines clean, something Marie Claire apparently wanted from Galactica now, even though it wasn’t their brand at all.

April looked at the collection she had in front of her. Ivy had helped her earlier, the two picking out earlier scrapped Galactica creations and some of Aprils rejected sketches. If April was honest, she couldn’t really believe why Ivy hadn’t been promoted yet, the redhead always around, picking up pieces and fixing everything, the woman acting like Raja’s right hand that you weren’t afraid of getting slapped by, but Ivy had told her several times that she was perfectly happy where she was.

April took a deep breath, carefully collecting her flying thoughts. It was late at night, the floor mostly empty except for the light in Trixie’s office that was still on, the quiet sounds of a piano sailing out of there, Ivan most likely sleeping in his high chair while Trixie did all the paperwork for design that he was so far behind on. It comforted April to know that her boss was close, that she could always go ask him, and even the fact that there was an infant at her work place as well. Design had been so deprived of joy when Bendela was their boss, April afraid to smile and laugh and even dance with Yara and Alexis as she often did on her breaks, but all of that was gone now, Trixie’s good mood, Ivan’s babbling and even the pure panic that could explode on the other side of the room if Violet’s dog had eaten something from the floor of the cafeteria, which made the little dog more hazardous than a bio bomb.

April sat down, a miniskirt in front of her in the colors Violet had been working on, her friend’s sketches and fabric samples laid out in front of her. April grabbed her sewing machine and got to work, Trixie keeping her company even though they might as well have been in two different worlds.

***

ALASKA: Just landed…

JINKX: OMG YAY! Just got home from the matinee…

ADORE: I MADE DINNER!

ALASKA: ????

JINKX: She’s such a liar

ADORE: JK but I ordered pizza. Or…I mean I’m gonna order pizza. Like right now. Since I just thought of it. <3 <3 <3

ALASKA: LOL. I bet the two of you haven’t eaten salad since I left either.

JINKX: I had a smoothie for breakfast?

ALASKA: Naughty babies

ADORE: WE NEED YOU

Alaska opened the door, thanking the doorman, who followed her with her suitcase, down the hall to Jinkx’ enormous bedroom. Jinkx burst from the bathroom, wrapping her in a hug, burying her face in Alaska’s tangled blonde hair. “Oh my god, I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too…” Alaska tilted her chin up and caught her lips in a kiss.

“How was the shoot?”

“It was awesome, actually. Where’s Lil Bear?”

“I think she’s napping in her bedroom.”

“/Her/ bedroom?” Alaska raised an eyebrow. “She’s still living here?”

Jinkx shrugged. “Yeah?”

“Hasn’t it been almost 3 weeks? Is she planning to stay here permanently?”

Jinkx considered this. “We haven’t talked about it, but–”

Just then, Adore flew into the room, tackling them both, so they all fell into a heap onto the bed. “LASKY!!” She covered Alaska’s face with kisses.

“Hi, sweetie. How’s it going?”

“So good, now that you’re back!” Adore crawled on top of her, burrowing into the space between her girlfriends on the bed.

Jinkx giggled, nuzzling Adore’s shoulder. “Hey, so, we were just talking, and I know you��ve been here for a few weeks. I’m guessing that your pipes are fixed by now…right?”

Adore looked up at Jinkx with a slightly guilty expression, like a kid who had their hand in the cookie jar. “Um…yeah…I’m sorry, I just–”

“Well, I don’t think you should go back to that apartment. Shit’s always breaking and anyway, I’m getting used to having you here. I’d miss you if you left now. So…if you want to move in for real, the room is yours.”

Adore’s beautiful eyes widened with joy. “Really?!”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“Oh my god, Jinkxy, you’re the fucking BEST!” Adore threw her arms around Jinkx’s waist and wrapped a leg around her hips, thrilled.

Alaska bit her lip. “I’m gonna go start dinner,” she announced, sliding off the bed.

“Okay…” Adore replied, voice muffled against Jinkx’s shoulder, as the two of them giggled.

Alaska stood at the counter, chopping vegetables, water for pasta heating on the stove. Jinkx came up behind her, sliding her arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder. Alaska shrugged her off. Jinkx snatched a carrot from the cutting board and moved to look the taller girl in the eyes, leaning on the counter. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Alaska…”

“You just like, decided to ask her to move in with you? Just like that? You didn’t think that was worth a discussion? With BOTH of us?”

“I…I don’t know. I guess not?”

Alaska scoffed and turned back to the cutting board, hacking away at a zucchini.

“I mean…she needs to live somewhere. And…her apartment is a shit hole. Your apartment is nice.”

“Right.”

“Would you…I mean, would you want to move in too?”

“Not out of pity!”

“What if wasn’t out of pity? What if it was because you’re so fucking cute, I can’t stand you not being here all the time?”

Alaska looked up, eyes narrowed. Jinkx pouted her lower lip. “And when did you come to this startling realization?” Alaska challenged.

Jinkx ran a finger lightly up Alaska’s arm. “The day I met you.” She gazed deep into Alaska’s eyes, hypnotizing her. “I really need you…/we/ need you…”

Finally, Alaska broke, unable to keep a straight face any longer. “Well. I mean, if you /really/ need me.”

Jinkx pulled her in for a soft, deep kiss. “So, so much.”

Alaska giggled, as Adore padded into the room, barefoot, holding the pizza box. “You’re not gonna make us wait for the grown-up food to be done before we have pizza, right?”

“No, boo, go ahead. We’ll call it an appetizer.”

Adore grinned and opened the box. “Party.”

“Hey, guess what? Lasky’s gonna move in, too.”

Adore’s mouth dropped open in delight. “Really?!” Adore ran to the other girls and flung herself at them, jumping into Alaska’s arms. “Omigod, this is gonna be awesome! Like Three’s Company meets the Golden Girls, but like, gayer. And sexier…”

Alaska giggled. “I mean, let’s hope so. Yikes.”

“Wait are you gonna give up your apartment? ‘Cause I know like 20 people who would want it. It’s rent-controlled, right?” Adore asked excitedly.

“I haven’t–”

“No! You know what you should do, keep it and sublet, you’ll make a /killing!/” she exclaimed.

“Can we like, not make this about real estate?” Alaska requested.

Adore nodded. “Oh, okay, right.” She went back to hugging both girls, peppering them with kisses, still holding the slice of pizza in her hand.

Jinkx snuck a bite of Adore’s pizza, murmuring. “You’re totally right about that apartment, by the way.”

“Guys!” Alaska whined.

“Sorry…”

***

Bianca knocked on the door to Nina’s office. “Hey Garcia, got a minute?”

Nina cringed slightly but gestured to her guest chair. “Of course…boss.”

Bianca entered, sipping a steaming mug of coffee. “Did you get those sketches I sent over from April?”

“Yes. I think she’s on the right track. It’ll make the shoot more fun and lively, that’s for sure.”

“Yup, I agree. We should see some actual samples tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

“So…I wanted to run another idea by you.” Bianca smiled, flashing her dimples, attempting to charm her prickly employee.

“Go ahead.” Nina folded her hands.

“So, okay, I was looking around at the last Klan rally–I mean board meeting, and I started to think you might have a point.” She grinned again.

“Nice to see you’re taking this seriously, Bianca.” Nina rolled her eyes and opened a folder on her desk.

“I am! Sorry, I am. Okay, so listen…what do you think of a diversity fellowship program…like, we can work with HR to provide mentoring for current and future hires if they are part of minority groups, and like, you know, actively recruit? I can’t promise we won’t have any political hires, but we can combat that by taking steps to bring in a more diverse group when it’s possible.”

Nina stared at her. “You’re really serious?”

“Yeah! I mean, I was sort of hoping you’d help me run the program. What do you think?”

“I think it sounds great. Frankly, I’m shocked that you came up with it.”

Bianca laughed. “Actually, it was Courtney’s idea. You know…the one who’s making me soft?”

Nina smiled sheepishly. “Well…apparently I wasn’t wrong. Two years ago, you’d never have even considered something like this.”

“Times are changing, Garcia! Keep up!” Bianca rose from her chair. “I have Linda in HR working on a proposal for us. Let’s meet later this week to discuss it some more, okay?”

“Yes ma’am…”

***

“Violet, are you coming to bed?”

Sutan looked into his office that had somehow been turned into an explosion of fabric in true Violet style, Frida happily napping in her little blue basket with a piece of silk that she had most likely stolen from the bags upon bags upon bags Violet had dragged to his place. Sutan fastened his bathrobe, his body warm and relaxed after his shower.

“Violet?”

Sutan smiled. Violet couldn’t hear him at all, his girlfriend so focused on the bottom of the dress she was working on. She was technically ignoring him but Sutan couldn’t get himself to be mad, his apartment so filled with life after he had started dating Violet. Sutan had originally made the office space when Raja moved out, her and Raven’s clothes easily filling the entire room, and as he had no idea what to do with it he had turned it into an office/workout room that he never used.

Sutan walked over to Violet, the girl bent over and Sutan remembered how he had come over when she was working on her first piece for Galactica, how she had disappeared from earth for over a week and he had been worried she had broken up with him and had forgotten to tell him, but in reality she was just working. Sutan bent down, gently giving Violet’s cheek a kiss, the woman finally looking at him.

“Oh, Sutan, hi, what are yo-”

“Are you coming to bed?”

Violet looked at him, her big brown eyes a little confused. “Already? What’s the time?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Sutan smiled. He could practically feel how Violet’s fingers were itching to continue working, but he also knew that she had a shoot the very next day, and that the majority of everything was done.

“I just nee-”

“Come on mata indah, no arguing. You have a big day tomorrow, and you have to do your best. Don’t you want to make me proud?”

Violet nodded, and Sutan turned the lamp off, completely missing the grimace Violet made when he mentioned the big day, his girlfriend following him to the bedroom while Frida still snoozed underneath the table. As Sutan took Violet in his arms, the two snuggled together in bed, he fell asleep quickly, but Violet stayed awake, a slow anger simmering in her belly.

Violet knew Sutan properly hadn’t meant anything by it, but wasn’t it enough that he didn’t trust her abilities as a designer and had asked a friend of his to do her a favor? That was humiliating enough in itself, but the fact that he asked about it? Made sure she went to bed on time? Told her to make him proud? Violet scoffed a little and moved, Sutan’s arm falling down so it laid on the bed, Violet turning her back. She was cold, but it didn’t matter as she fell asleep, thankfully free from her boyfriends strangeling arms.

***

“Pick up pick up pick up.”

Patrick paced around the hotel room, phone to his ear, as Shannel stepped out of the shower.

“Who are you calling?” she asked, seeing how agitated he was.

Patrick looked at her, a small smile on his face as he saw Shannel’s towel covered wet body, the mischief in his eyes making Shannel adjust her towel slightly. “My ex wife; she hasn’t been answering any of my messages or calls since we last spoke.”

“She’s not your ex wife,” Shannel corrected.

“Might as well be. She’s been an utter nutcase, or, even more of a nutcase than she usually is. I don’t know what’s going through her head. The divorce was her idea.” Patrick sighed and hung up, the man gently pinching his own nose, like a headache was threatening to come through.

“Are you sure of that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be sure of it? She was the one who asked me to move, she’s the one who told me I couldn’t see my dog, and now she won’t even let me pick up a stupid pair of cufflinks.” Patrick threw himself on the bed. “I really like those cufflinks, I wore them the day I closed the the biggest property deal of my career. They’re good luck links.” Patrick covered his eyes. “If I know her right she probably threw them down the garbage disposal.” If Patrick had been a small child, or generally anyone but the man he was, Shannel was sure he would have thrown a tantrum, instead he picked his phone up, ready to call again. If she was honest, it was one of the things that she liked best about him.

Shannel laid down beside him, gently taking the phone from him. “Or…maybe you’re totally misreading the situation…”

Patrick sighed, turning towards her, playing with a lock of her still-damp hair. “How so?” Shannel could feel he wasn’t convinced, but she was still going to make her case.

“I mean…look, it’s not like I speak for all womankind here, but she hasn’t talked to you since you mentioned divorce. So maybe, just maybe…she doesn’t want one?” Shannel thought it was ridiculous, but from what she knew about Fame through her godmother Chad and what Patrick himself had told her it didn’t seem that unlikely.

“Well…then she should SAY that.” Patrick sighed and rolled his eyes. “I just want the cufflinks. I have a meeting tomorrow and I need them.” Patrick sat up, ready to get dressed and go to his old address, but Shannel gently held him back.

“What if she did?”

“What do you mean?”

“Putting aside your wife’s enormous ego for a second, and assuming she had the ability to admit she was wrong and wanted you back…I mean you’ve mentioned about 70 times that all of this was her idea. So…if she did want to get back together…what would you want?” Shannel’s fingers were resting lightly on his chest, face trying to remain impassive, trying to keep a neutral expression.

“I…don’t know. Honestly, I don’t know.”

Shannel smiled sadly. “That’s not true, Patrick. You do know. You’d want her back.” She rolled away and began to brush out her long hair.

“I’m not as predictable as you think.” Patrick smiled, and Shannel laughed a little, both of them knowing he was lying.

“Oh no?”

“No. I mean, yes, I love her, of course, but…things can’t go back to how they were.” Patrick crossed his arms. “I’m not some spineless creature that always bends to her will.”

Shannel leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “Yeah, well. Some people are better than others at getting what they want.”

***

“Julia, come on, we’ll be late for school.”

“No…”

“No?”

Detox looked at his daughter, Julia, sitting at the table, a pile of chicken nuggets and ketchup in front of her. Detox knew that Juju would most likely be furious with him since he had given in and not forced the kids to eat breakfast, but with a fussy Grace, a moody Kelly and a wife that was in Los Angeles, Detox had given up before he even tried. Owen had slept at a friend’s the day before, and Detox had just praised himself that he hadn’t had to pick his son up in the middle of the night, Kelly had gone to school, not even talking to him as she took a single apple, Grace getting walked by the babysitter they had found.

“Well, I don’t care.”

Detox picked up her up, Julia dropping the chicken nuggets, and then hell broke loose. The little girl kicking and screaming

“No no no no no no no no no!!”

Detox got taken aback, totally surprised that his daughter was fighting him, Julia usually the easy child compared to everyone else.

“Julia, what’s-”

“No no no no no no no no!”

Detox sat Julia down, dropping to his knee so he could look at her, her eyes filled with tears, her hair in weird pigtails. Now that Detox sitting in front of her he could see that the pigtails were uneven. He had assumed that the babysitter had done them since Detox had been busy with Grace, but now that he looked, really looked, he could see that Julia’s clothes didn’t really match either, something neither Juju or the sitter would ever allow.

“Julia, who did your hair?”

“I did…”

Detox looked at the little girl, surprised by her answer. “So Becca didn’t help you at all?”

Julia shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again and Detox did the only thing he could think of, which was to pull her into a hug. “I miss mommy.” Detox almost didn’t hear it, Julia’s voice so low, but that was when everything fell into place. Oh course Julia missed Juju, the twins both their mama’s little babies.

“I miss her too.” Detox kissed Julia’s hair, the little girl clinging to him and Detox picked her up, his phone already in his hand, ready to call Robbie and tell him that he would come in late.

***

“Roxy, do me a favor, and put these in the safe for me?” Fame said, handing over a small box.

“Sure…should I ask what it is? We usually input all the contents of the safe in the spreadsheet.”

“Ummmm…just put ‘PB personal’ in the spreadsheet. They’re a pair of cufflinks that Patrick is obsessed with at the moment and I don’t want them in the apartment, if he stops by when I’m not home.” Fame smirked. “He’s being such a child about them. Lucky cufflinks. I mean, did you ever hear of anything so ridiculous?”

Roxy smiled, thinking to herself that the only thing more ridiculous than lucky cufflinks was WITHHOLDING lucky cufflinks. “No, miss,” she said sweetly.

“Thanks, dear. Is this my coffee?” Fame asked.

“Yes, miss.”

She made a horrible face. “This tastes like 1% milk, Roxy. You know I only drink skim.” She dropped the cup in the trash, then called over her shoulder as she sailed into her office. “Fix it, immediately.”

“Yes, miss!”

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