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Exercise in Folly 2.0 - 2.2 (Craquaria) - SamWhity

Title: Exercise in Folly 2.0 Summary: Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “Giovanni never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”. “He’s my friend”. Cracker’s answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly. “Cracks…” Summary of the chapter: Lunch at Monét’s turns out to be quite the conversation. Between live-rants and breakups, there’s always time for a little heart to heart with the Bronx’s most beloved dragqueen. Author’s note: The italian words mamma, tesoro, balle and coglione mean respectively: mum, honey (or sweetheart), bullshit (or lies… à la: Liza Minelli lies) and asshole (if it’s used as an insult. Otherwise it could be translated with ball or testicle). Again, the whole Jordan-drama is completely fabricated for plot purposes. Cracker’s posts however can be easily found on his FB-page, if you have enough time to scroll through them all. Chapter 1 - Chapter 2.1

What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt (Johnny Cash, Hurt)

The vibration of his phone caused Giovanni to wake up. The young man grumbled, before stretching his arms and deciding he might as well sleep another ten minutes. A second vibration made him groan: what the hell was going on? He took the smartphone from his night stand and started reading.

Jordan, 09:13 am: I’ll come in the afternoon and start putting my stuff in boxes.

Jordan, 09:13 am: Just letting you know.

He sighed, before answering with a quick thumb up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bad.

“Damn it”, he murmured, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He wanted nothing more than to enjoy his day off in peace, without petty drama and bullshit. However, karma seemed to be on his case once again. A new vibration made him scoff.

“Oh for fuck sake!”, he groaned, then he proceeded to read.

Francesca, 09:16 am: Mamma said you are off today. I don’t have classes for another hour and I could use some of your non-existing humour. Skype?

He quickly typed a reply.

Giovanni, 09:16 am: Of course, baby. Are you okay? What happened?

His phone lit up once again, this time with an incoming Skype-call. He answered quickly and took a good look at his sister.

“Francesca”, he asked concerned, “are you actually sitting alone on a bench with puffy eyes?”.

The other one sniffed, before shaking her head.

“Allergies”, she mumbled, then she blew her nose.

“Balle”, he cut her off “What happened, tesoro?”.

The girl started sobbing uncontrollably, making his worries grow by the second.

“Baby”, he tried to soothe her, “Breathe, okay? I’m here. Take a deep breath, it’s all going to be okay”.

In the following half hour, Giovanni listened to his sister’s sad break-up story and tried as best as he could not to show her how angry and upset he actually was. His baby sister was an incredibly smart and hard-working woman and she certainly did not deserve to be treated like that.

“How can I trust people?”, Francesca asked between sobs, “How can I possibly trust anyone ever again?”.

The young man sighed, uncertain about what to say.

“Tesoro”, he murmured affectionately, “Not everyone will hurt you. And those who do hurt you are not deserving of your time, let alone your affection”.

The other one’s small nod made him smile.

“It is going to be okay, I promise”, he added.

Francesca blew her nose loudly, making him chuckle.

“Do you want me to call dad?”, Giovanni asked, perfectly aware of the deep connection between David Palandrani and his daughter.

The other one shrugged, before answering: “I guess… would you?”.

“Of course, baby”, he smiled, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it”.

“How do you trust people?”.

His sister’s question left him dumbfounded and, at the same time, made him wince. Needless to say, he was not the best person to consult with in case of trust issues and doubts. He suddenly felt way younger and afraid of failing one of the most important people in his life.

“I guess you go with your guts”, he mumbled tentatively, before lowering his gaze and closing his eyes for a split second.

“Did it work with Jordan?”, Francesca asked, looking at him with concern.

Giovanni sighed.

“In the beginning, I guess”, he answered, before adding: “Don’t worry about Jordan now, tesoro. It’s all good. It’s great, actually”.

An incoming work-related call saved the young man from further questioning and the two said their goodbyes with the promise of catching up the following day.

“Just to make sure you’re okay”, Giovanni said.

He spent the following twenty minutes on the phone with IMG Models, scheduling photo-shoots and modeling-related appointments.

“Please, be mindful of your weight and measurements”, the secretary of the agency reminded him, before ending the phone-call.

“Well, no shit Sherlock”, he mumbled to himself, before noticing it was already almost eleven and he needed to get ready.

He sent a message to his father, before getting up and making his way to the kitchen.

Giovanni, 10:47 am: Francesca just called crying. That coglione broke up with her and she’s inconsolable.

He then put the kettle on and made himself a cup of tea, before picking up a pair of jeans and a jumper and starting to get dressed. Kevin lived not to far away from him: he might as well walk to the other’s apartment and get a good hour of exercise in. He sipped on his tea and scrolled through his Instagram feed, stopping to take a look at Nicola’s stories and smile at the sight of the man lounging in the sun of Las Vegas.

“He has not answered yet”, he murmured to himself and shrugged, “Maybe he wants to talk about it in person”.

A vibration interrupted his thought-process.

Monét X-Change, 11:23 am: Can you please bring some wine? Yuhua drank it all! :O

Giovanni chuckled, before answering.

Aquaria, 11:23 am: White or red?

The text he received made him cackle loudly.

Monét X-Change, 11:24 am: Wine.

Aquaria, 11:25 am: I’ll take care of it, no probs.

Quickly, the young man went to his bedroom to take his jacket and his wallet. With the phone still in his hand, he quickly closed the door to his room and locked it, before putting the key in his pocket and quickly making his way to the front door.

He exited his apartment, checked his pockets one last time and locked the door behind him, before making his way to the elevator and pressing the button. Once out of the building, Giovanni looked briefly around before deciding the wine from the bodega was good enough for his lunch with Kevin. Neither of them understood anything about wines and there was little to no point in trying to impress his friend.

“He will drink regardless”, he mumbled to himself, while entering the little shop and smiling at the cat lounging next to the register.

The young man quickly found a bottle of Pinot and paid for it, then he exited the shop and started walking.

“Bitch!”.

Kevin engulfed him in a tight hug, before putting the wine on the small entry-table and hugging him again.

“It’s good to see you”, the younger one murmured with a smile, before taking a good look around and commenting: “I see you have settled in pretty comfortably”.

The other one nodded, before making his way to the kitchen and putting the wine on the table.

“Come sit!”, he beckoned Giovanni to follow him, “Come on, take a seat and eat something!”.

His enthusiasm was almost contagious.

In that exact moment, Aquaria’s phone vibrated.

“Sorry”, he mumbled, “I’ll put it away immediately. Promise.”

Jordan, 01:05 pm: You really closed the door? Really?

Jordan, 01:05 pm: I don’t know what you think you’re doing but it’s ridiculous.

Jordan, 01:06 pm: You are ridiculous.

He sighed, before setting the device on “do not disturb”.

“Everything okay?”, Kevin’s voice startled him.

He managed to smile weakly, before nodding.

“Of course, don’t worry”, Giovanni lied, knowing fully well the other one would have never bought it, “It’s honestly no big deal”.

The older one sighed, before taking the bottle and the glasses and making his way to the living room.

“Sit here and wait for me, okay?” he instructed the other one.

In a couple of minutes, the two were comfortably sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and some food on a little tray.

“Okay”, Kevin started with a small smile, “What is it happening?”.

It was a simple question, however Giovanni did not really know where to start. He closed his eyes for a brief second, trying to calm himself enough to put a few words together in a coherent sentence. Exactly in that moment, a flashback of his fight with Jordan made him wince slightly.

“Baby…”, his friend’s voice sounded worried, while he asked tentatively: “What happened in London?”.

The younger one sighed, before taking a deep breath and asking: “What did you hear about it?”.

The other one bit his lower lip, then he answered.

“That you fired him in London and he wants to get sober in LA”.

There was a tentativeness to Kevin’s voice that made Giovanni snort.

“Come on”, he said, “You can do better than this”.

The other one took a deep breath, before nodding.

“Okay, full tea”, he started, “I heard that you freaked out and screamed at him in the car, after the gala. I heard that you fired him on the spot and had to fly on your own while he was staying in London with some guy. Someone speculates you two were fucking and things went sour, someone thinks it’s about money”.

Not receiving any kind of answer, he continued: “Someone says it’s because of drugs and someone else was implying he caused a scene at the Gala and embarrassed you. Since I came back from touring, there is this constant chatter about the two of you and how you should have never worked together…”.

The sob on the other side made Kevin stop, dead on his tracks.

“Oh baby”, he murmured, before hugging the other one and adding: “I’m sorry”.

Giovanni shook his head, before breaking the hug and looking for a tissue in the pocket of his trousers. Once he found it, he wiped his tears and took a deep breath.

“It was so bad”, he murmured, incapable of cancelling those hours from his mind, “I did not know what to do, I was alone and had no idea how to help”.

He instinctively looked for his friend’s hand and squeezed it, before continuing: “The management called the very same evening and it was so humiliating…”.

Kevin nodded, before handing him a new tissue and prodding: “What did Jordan say, after that?”.

The other one scoffed, trying to contain his hurt and failing badly at it.

“He asked me how I dared, he questioned my work and said I would have never survived without him”, he answered, “I never saw him acting or speaking like that”, he then murmured before lowering his head.

Monét nodded, before sighing.

“I’m sorry baby”.

Giovanni nodded and mumbled a small “Thank you”, before blowing his nose.

They spent a couple of seconds in relative silence, before the younger one started speaking again.

“I really thought it was a phase. I thought I could help”, he sighed, “However I can not put my whole career in jeopardy because of Jordan’s issues”.

The older one nodded.

“You did the right thing, Giovanni”, he then murmured and hugged his friend once more.

“Can I have a sip of wine?”, the younger one asked weakly, before wiping away his own tears once again.

Kevin handed him a full glass with a smile, before taking a sip himself.

“It will get better, eventually”, he said, before taking a deep breathe and asking: “Do you want to talk about the video during the interview?”.

Seeing that the other one was still moping he quickly added: “You don’t have to, but maybe it would make you feel better”.

Giovanni nodded, before getting up.

“I just need a small break… can I use the toilet?”.

Ten minutes later, the two men were sitting on the sofa and munching on some Thai food.

“Thanks for the food”, Giovanni murmured, before taking a small sip of his wine and continuing: “Do you mind if I check my phone quickly?”.

The other one shook his head, so he took his phone out of his pocket and looked for messages or missed calls.

Jordan, 02:03 pm: I left the boxes in my room

Jordan, 02:03 pm: I’ll pick them up later this week

He sighed, before replying with a thumb up and continuing reading.

Nicola, 02:07 pm: Is our dinner still on? What about eight at mine?

He quickly sent an answer back, before noticing that the message he sent the night before had somehow disappeared.

“Weird”, he murmured.

Giovanni, 02:10 pm: Of course! You know I never turn down sushi! See you later! Xoxo

He locked the screen, before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, Monét asked softly, looking at him with concern.

The other sighed, before biting his lower lip.

“I don’t know what to say”, he murmured, “I did not want to be in the position of questioning our friendship again, you know?”, he added, sounding incredibly tired and almost spent.

“It’s like the old days, before things went sour”, he continued after having taken a small sip of his wine, “I don’t know if I can trust him and it’s like… it’s like a constant reminder that I’m not good enough”.

“That is bullshit”, Kevin cut him off, “You and Cracker should really stop with this not good enough crap”.

The other one mumbled something, before putting the wine glass down and taking a small piece of bread and starting nibbling at it.

“Do you feel like telling me what do you mean by like the old days?”, the older one asked softly, trying to understand his friend’s point of view as best as he could.

Giovanni took another small bite at his piece of bread, before answering.

“There were moments when I felt made fun of”, he then confessed, “He used to post dumb shit on Facebook and write a comment saying something like… mh… wait until Aquaria likes it. Or let’s see how long it will take before Aquaria will like this post”.

He shrugged, before continuing.

“I constantly felt the pressure of being this mature man when I was barely twenty and it got me in the worst way possible”, he suddenly realised, “Even comparing our style and make-up felt like a dig”.

There was sadness in those words, and shame. There was the realisation their friendship could have been saved years before them being on a reality TV show. They just needed to talk openly to one another, for once. There was a taste of bitterness as well, because somehow the young man was asking himself if it was too late to mend those wounds.

“You should talk to him”, Kevin’s voice startled him, “I am sure he would love to know what is happening in your smart little head”, he then finished with a soft smile and clear affection in his voice.

“I am sure he’s okay. He seems to be doing pretty good nowadays”, the other’s reply made him scoff loudly.

“You two are really something else”, he commented shaking his head, before hugging Giovanni once more and patting his back: “Thanks for sharing that with me”, he finally added for good measure.

The younger one’s phone vibrated a couple of times, making the two break the hug.

Rémy, 02:35 pm: He’s losing it again.

Rémy, 02:35 pm: Have you seen Jordan’s live?

Rémy, 02:36 pm: I have no idea how to stop this nonsense but someone should.

Quickly opening Instagram and selecting Jordan’s latest Instastories, Giovanni was presented with a live video of his former room-mate. He was clearly intoxicated and sitting in a room the young man was not familiar with. He was talking to his and Aquaria’s viewers and mumbling words.

“You know, I really wish him the best. Even though he is a sly little brat and can not for the love of God survive on his own. Did you know he hangs around his friends all the time because he is afraid of being alone? Because he is, let me tell you. Funny because he has no problems chasing them off of his life, if they don’t fit his perfect little sanitized lie. He’s an hypocrite little piece of…”.

The video suddenly stopped. Kevin took his friend’s phone, close the App and put it on the table before he could witness the rest of that rant. He then moved closer to Giovanni and put a hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, baby”, he murmured, then he continued with a sterner voice: “But you should stop watching this shit, or caring. You know who you are, you know how much hard work you put into everything you do. Think about it and let the rest go”.

Biting his lower lip, the other one nodded before getting up and taking his jacket.

“My apartment should be free now”, he announced, “I might as well go back to it and do some work”.

In a couple of minutes, the conversation was over and he was out of Kevin’s apartment. When the wind started blowing making him shiver, Giovanni suddenly realized something: he didn’t. He didn’t know who he was, let alone who Aquaria was. Not anymore. Not after all that. Not when he struggled so hard to keep himself together without crumbling after just a couple of low blows.

“Shit”, he murmured, wiping away a single tear.

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Exercise in Folly 2.0 -Chapter 1 (Craquaria) - Samwhity

Title: Exercise in Folly 2.0 Summary: Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “Giovanni never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”. “He’s my friend”. Cracker’s answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly. “Cracks…” Author’s note: once wrote about an idea I was toying with (you can read it here). This is the updated hopefully bettered version, with a different timeline, more drama and hopefully some cuteness along the way. Enjoy!

Miz Cracker was setting the last coat of lipstick while singing a Christmas Carol.

“Just to set the mood”, she smiled apologetically at Farrah, before taking a small sip of her energy drink.

In that exact moment, Monét stormed inside carrying her phone and a can of soda.

“Girl…”, she mumbled, before taking a sip of her drink and sitting next to her.

Cracker set the lipstick tube down, before turning to face her friend with a quizzical look.

“What happened?”, she asked before sneering: “Bad trade session?”.

The other queen scoffed, before leaning in and starting whispering: “You remember your reaction video? The one of you and Kat?”, she paused for a second, before adding: “An interviewer showed it to Aqua. It is all over youtube”.

The Jew queen sighed.

“Listen, it was months ago and Giovanni knew it…”, she murmured, “It was not my proudest moment but it happened and we talked about it”.

Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “He never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”.

“He’s my friend”.

The answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly.

“Cracks…”, she started, before brushing it off: “You know what? You’re both adults. You will survive this”.

Miz Cracker sighed.

“Show me the video”.

They quickly found a recording of the incriminated interview, whose title was “Aquaria sees Cracker’s reaction for the first time live”. The segment started with the host asking: “What did you think about it, that night?”. The cameraman cut to Aquaria, sitting on a stool and looking like she wanted to run away and never come back. The young queen sighed, before smoothing the blazer she was currently wearing and closing her eyes for a quick second.

“Wait for it”, Monét murmured.

“I never saw it”, Aquaria answered, “I did not want to give in to negative thoughts and our… my friendship with Miz Cracker is something I… it’s important and I do not want to…”, she sighed, before continuing: “There is no reason for me to doubt our friendship and a silly fan video won’t make me change my mind”.

The video finished with a zoom of the queen’s face and his scared expression made Monét sigh.

“I called Giovanni after seeing it”, she began to explain, “But he didn’t pick up the damn phone. And now that there’s no Jordan I do not know how to reach him”.

Cracker sighed, before reaching for her phone. Miz Cracker, 7:34 pm:Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. Are you okay?

The other queen read the message and scoffed: “Way to go, Cracks”.

In that exact moment, Kathelyn entered the room with a mug full of coffee and a straw.

She took a good look at the other two, before sighing loudly and asking: “Okay, what did you do this time?”.

***

In yet another city, Aquaria was getting ready for her show while listening to Artpop.

Getting in drag without Jordan was a new thing for her but she tried to chase the loneliness with music and Red Bull.

Her phone vibrated, making her jump.

Nicola, 7:32 pm: Hey stranger! I was scrolling through my photos and your kimono look popped up… we should do it again soon! Have a blast tonight!

Miz Cracker, 7:34 pm: Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. Are you okay?

The queen sighed, before answering the first message.

Giovanni, 7:35 pm: Hey Mister! Yeah, we should totally do it again! You know I love working with you! What are you up to tonight? Miss you! Xoxo

He set the phone down, proceeding to carefully glue her blonde wig and looking for her trench coat. The second message was left on read.

The show had been a blast. The crowd loved the Birdbox number and Aquaria actually managed to put aside her emotional turmoil, even if it was just for a handful of hours.

That morning she had to sit through an awkward interview that ended with the infamous video of Cracker and Kathelyn reacting to her winning. The host was clearly fishing for drama, unaware of the delicate friendship the two queens tried to establish after the filming of Drag Race. She tried to be as concise and diplomatic as she could possibly be, but her speech was cut short by a growing pain in her stomach. She managed to finish the interview, before exiting the room and smiling her way out of the building altogether. She waited for her uber in the lobby, still in full drag and eager to go back to her hotel. Not knowing what to do, she quickly typed a message.

Aquaria, 11:37 am: Hey, do you have a minute?

Kameron Michaels, 11:38 am: What’s up?

Aquaria, 11:38 am: I think I could use a piece of advise..

Aquaria, 11:39 am: I just saw something I did not want to see and do not know how to react. And it will be public in a couple of hours… what would you do?

Kameron Michaels, 11:40 am: What are you talking about?

Seeing that her ride was approaching, the queen exited the building and, once spotted the car, she climbed in the back seat with a polite smile and a nod to the driver.

Her phone vibrated again.

Kameron Michaels, 11:42 am: Are you okay?

Aquaria, 11:42 am: Yeah, sorry. I actually gotta go. Work and whatnot. Talk to you soon.

The driver, clearly unaware of her inner turmoil, tried to engage in some conversation.

“Nice weather today, mh?”.

The young queen did not bother with any kind of reply, snuggling against her seat and closing her eyes with a sigh.

After the show and the “Meet and Greet”, Aquaria made her way to the hotel. She was slightly tipsy but all too sober to fall asleep immediately. She took her time to remove her make-up, before stepping into the bathroom and deciding she might as well take a bath to ease the tension. The vibration of her phone made her flinch.

“Damn it”, she murmured, before taking a look at her screen and sighing at the amount of messages that were waiting for her.

Nicola, 11:27 pm: Then it’s a date, kid. I’ll hopefully see you soon.

Kameron Michaels, 11:47 pm: How come my fans knew about the video before I did? Why didn’t you call?

Kameron Michaels, 11:48 pm: Now I understand your message! Bitch, you could have told me!

Kameron Michaels, 11:53 pm: Saw the video. Are you okay?

Kameron Michaels, 11:54 pm: I won’t pester you. But I’m here whenever you want to talk about it, okay Aqua?

Monét X-Change, 00:05 am: I know your ass ain’t asleep, bitch. Answer the damn phone.

Monét X-Change, 00:06 am: For real, Aqua. At least tell me you’re okay.

Nicola, 00:07 am: I saw the interview. Are you okay, kid? Do you want to talk about it?

She started typing a message for Kameron, hoping to sound at least somewhat reasonable.

Aquaria, 00:07 am: Thanks. I will reach, promise. Love you lots, Miss Kameron!

She then proceeded to reply to Monét, hoping it would calm the other queen down.

Aquaria, 00:08 am: I am fine, just busy. Hope you’re having fun on tour! Let’s catch up soon xoxo

After having read Nicola’s message once again, the young queen sighed and started typing.

Giovanni, 00:10 am: I don’t know. I never wanted to see that video because I knew it would have hurt. I knew I would have doubted our friendship and blamed myself once more. And I was kinda cornered to watch it and I did not know what to do. And now it is all over the internet and I do not need that right now. I need to focus on my job, my career and so on, not on old petty bullshit. She finally set the phone down and decided to skip the bath and go directly to bed.

Cracker’s message was, once again, left on read.

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Exercise in folly 2.0 - Chapter 2.1 (Craquaria) - SamWhity

Title: Exercise in Folly 2.0

Summary: Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “Giovanni never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”. “He’s my friend”. Cracker’s answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly. “Cracks…” Summary of the chapter: Maxwell tries again and receives an unexpected answer. Giovanni sulks and Kevin and Nicola are the best friends we all should wish for. Author’s note: Even though Aquaria and Jordan Stawecki seem to be friendly with eachother again, I decided to have them still un-reconciled for the time being. Everything you will read about this moment in time and the so-called drama should be furthermore considered purely fictional and nothing that is portrayed here has any legitimacy.

Chapter one

You keep me up at night To my messages, you do not reply You know I still like you the most The best of the best and the worst of the worst Well, you can never know The places that I go I still like you the most You’ll always be my favorite ghost

(Florence + The Machine, Big God)

Even though he deeply enjoyed touring with others queens, Maxwell Heller couldn’t help himself from sighing contently while putting down his luggage in the entrance of his apartment.

“Home sweet home”, he mumbled with a smile, before closing the door behind him.

“Coffee?”, Kathelyn asked while making her way to the kitchen.

“Of course”, the man answered, then he picked up one suitcase and started unpacking the gifts and fanarts he received on the road.

Just as he started reading a very long letter, his phone vibrated.

Monét X-Change, 2:34 pm: Got home safe?

Monét X-Change, 2:34 pm: We’re having dinner at mine, with Dustin and Yuhua. You coming?

Monét X-Change, 2:35 pm: I’ll ask Giovanni as well, but only the Lord knows what is up with that twink nowadays…

Monét X-Change, 2:35 pm: You coming, right?

Monét X-Change, 2:36 pm: Come on Cracks, answer already!

Maxwell chuckled, clearly amused by his friend’s lack of patience, before typing a short answer.

Miz Cracker, 2:37 pm: All right, all right. I’ll be there.

Monét X-Change, 2:38 pm: Perfect! Bring Kathelyn with you, it will be fun!

“What are you laughing at?”, his best friend asked, while handing him a mug full of steaming coffee.

“Kevin is being ridiculous as usual”, he explained, before taking a sip of the beverage and wincing in pain “Shit! That was really hot!”.

Kathelyn rolled her eyes, before going to her bedroom and starting to unpack.

“I’ll see a couple of friends tonight, don’t wait for me”, she said, while folding a shirt.

Maxwell nodded, then he added: “I’ll be at Kevin’s for dinner, don’t worry”.

The scoff he received as an answer was followed by a quick: “Well now I’m worried. Don’t get into any trouble, Mister”.

The look she received as an answer was enough to make her giggle.

“I love you too”, she conceded with a soft smile, then she closed the door behind her.

Kathelyn, 2:43 pm: I’m serious. We don’t have enough money to pay bail yet.

Kathelyn, 2:43 pm: Can you imagine? Okay, Kathelyn, time for slob.

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: You have to admit that it was pretty funny.

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: Right?

Kathelyn, 2:44 pm: RIGHT?!

Maxwell, 2:45 pm: I was waiting for you to finish your little piece…

Kathelyn, 2:45 pm: Don’t be so salty… :P

Maxwell, 2:46 pm: I will call in intervention, if you don’t stop

Maxwell, 2:47 pm: I’ve warned you

Kathelyn, 2:47 pm: You’re no fun…

After a couple of minutes, Maxwell’s phone vibrated once again, making him snort.

Kathelyn, 2:52 pm: You have to admit it. It’s time for slob was HILARIOUS.

***

Nicola, 2:43 pm: I just received the upteenth video of “Viva Las Vegas”. Please send help.

Giovanni Palandrani, barely awake but already in a weird mood, chuckled at his phone. With a little smile on his lips, he typed an answer.

Giovanni, 2:44 pm: Oh, poor you. Do you want me to send you “New York, New York”, just to switch it up a little bit?

The answer he got made him giggle stupidly.

Nicola, 2:45 pm: Do not even dare, kid! Otherwise I will personally ask Gaga to strike you from her beloved list of the most loyal fans!

Nicola, 2:45 pm: Where has the respect for the elders gone?

Nicola, 2:46 pm: Not that I’m old.

Nicola, 2:46 pm: Because I am certainly not old, understood?

Giovanni’s smile grew bigger. He quickly replied, before making his way to the balcony of the hotel room.

Giovanni, 2:47 pm: I would never imply you are old. I will just state that Shaquida was still going to daycare, while you were already driving one of those ugly tanks you like so much.

Giovanni, 2:48 pm: To quote Bob the Drag Queen, Nicola Formichetti is so old, he would probably die the moment he decided to act his age.

He did not receive any kind of answer for a couple of minutes and the lack of response made him worry he took it too far. Why was he always taking it too far?

“Goddamn it, Giovanni”, he murmured, before typing quickly.

Giovanni, 2:51 pm: It was totally inappropriate, I am so sorry! I should have just shut up.

Giovanni, 2:51 pm: Sorry, I am just in a weird mood. I am so so sorry…

Giovanni, 2:52 pm: I understand if you’re mad now but please know I really did not mean it in a disrespectful way.

The answer he got made him snort his water and sigh with relief at the same time.

Nicola, 2:54 pm: RELAX, I was just busy. I know how to roll with the punches kid… ;)

“You bastard”, he whispered, before answering.

Giovanni, 2:55 pm: Busy recording yourself playing the piano? Charming… :P

Nicola, 2:55 pm: Can we please go back to the apology? I liked you way better when you were sincerely apologizing…

Giovanni started laughing, before realising someone knocked at his hotel door.

“It’s open”, he said.

One of the hotel’s butlers was standing in front of the door, looking at him composedly, his hands hidden behind his back.

“The car will be here in less than forty minutes, sir”, he announced, before handing him a bouquet of flowers and adding: “Someone left this for you at the counter, today”.

The young man thanked him, before closing the door behind him and starting to gather his suitcases. He could do it even without Jordan, he thought to himself.

He put the bouquet on top of his carry-on, before picking the card and reading it out loud.

“To Aquaria. Thanks for the most amazing show I could possibly wish for. You are one of the best performers I had the pleasure to witness and I can’t wait to see you again, slaying on stage. Xoxo”

The boy smiled, before taking a picture of the sweet gift and uploading it to his Instastories with the caption “Blessed” and a smiling kitty.

In that exact moment, his phone vibrated again.

Monét X-Change, 3:04 pm: We’re having dinner at mine today! You’re in right?

He smiled, excited at the idea of seeing Kevin, before realizing he could not possibly make it to New York on time and sighing.

Aquaria, 3:04 pm: I wish! I’ll be back later tonight :(

Aquaria, 3:05 pm: You can feed me leftovers for brunch tomorrow, if you’re free. :D

Monét X-Change 3:05 pm: Lunch at mine and it’s a date. ;)

Aquaria, 3:06 pm: Now that took a turn…

Monét X-Change, 3:06 pm: You bitch!!!

Monét X-Change, 3:06 pm: You only wish…

A quick glance at his watch made him realize his ride would have arrived in a couple of minutes. He put his bags on the trolley he got from the reception and made his way to the elevator.

“You can make it, see?”, he murmured to himself, trying to avoid thinking about the whole drama around Jordan and his sudden interest in Los Angeles.

Once in the elevator, he found another text.

Miz Cracker, 3:12 pm: Are you coming to Monét’s?

He quickly left the message on read, before going back to the other one and trying to come up with a silly if not funny answer.

Aquaria, 3:12 pm: Last time I checked, I already gave to charity. Like a ton. Maybe next year you’ll be luckier ;)

“Weak”, he murmured to himself, before exiting the elevator and waiting for the car in the lobby of the hotel.

His phone vibrated again.

Miz Cracker, 3:14 pm: Are you purposefully ignoring me?

Miz Cracker, 3:14 pm: If you do not feel like talking it’s fine, just stop leaving me on read.

Miz Cracker, 3:15 pm: For real, Giovanni.

With a sigh, Giovanni locked the screen and saw the car approaching. He exited the building, put his sunglasses on and smiled at the driver, who then proceeded to load the suitcases in the trunk. He sat in the back-seat and put on his headphones, trying to come up with an answer for Cracker as well. Nothing. His phone vibrated once again.

Monét X-Change, 3:22 pm: You little sly bitch…

Monét X-Change, 3:22 pm: Have you talked to Cracks, btw?

Monét X-Change, 3:23 pm: And don’t you even dare to play dumb. You know better.

“Shit”, Giovanni murmured, before biting his lower lip and typing a couple of words.

Aquaria, 3:24 pm: I don’t know what to say.

Monét X-Change, 3:25 pm: Kid… just tell him how you felt while watching that video.

Aquaria, 3:25 pm: It’s not that.

Aquaria, 3:25 pm: It’s a lot more than that and I do not know how to react. And fucking everything around me is crumbling…

Monét X-Change, 3:26 pm: I heard about Jordan. I’m sorry, baby.

Aquaria, 3:26 pm: Can we please not talk about it now? I don’t really feel like crying in a taxi…

Monét X-Change, 3:27 pm: Of course, baby. Of course. I will see you tomorrow okay? Come at around one and we’ll have a kiki.

Aquaria, 3:27 pm: Thank you, Kevin. :*

“We’re here”, the driver pulled over, before exiting and starting to look for a cart to put Giovanni’s luggage on.

The young man exited the car as well, then took his bag and thanked the driver with a polite smile.

“Keep the change”, he said, while handing him some cash.

He quickly entered the airport and deposited his suitcases, before heading to the lounge and helping himself with a glass of juice.With a sigh, he took his phone out of his bag and tried to come up with a reply for Maxwell.

Nothing. Again.

The screen lit up for a quick second.

Nicola, 3:51 pm: Already at the airport? How are you feeling?

He bit his lower lip, before answering.

Giovanni, 3:52 pm: Honestly? I don’t know… I have so many things on my mind and I can’t stop thinking about other things and all this thinking is making me crazy.

“Way to go, Giovanni. You really have a way with words”, he sneered, after reading the message once again.

Nicola, 3:52 pm: Care to untuck? (See what I did there?)

Giovanni smiled at the attempt at making him laugh, before typing further.

Aquaria, 3:53 pm: I do not know where to begin, honestly… there is so much going on and I have so little control over how things are going…

Nicola, 3:54 pm: I will take an educated guess and say it has little to do with the lack of creativity in your current work, right?

Nicola, 3:54 pm: And before you start, your work is still fucking incredible.

Nicola, 3:55 pm: But I’ve known you long enough, kid…

The young man sighed, before answering.

Giovanni, 3:56 pm: I am in a weird place, right now. After all this drama about Jordan and people assuming I treated him like a fucking slave, I had to sit and watch that video. And it stung more than I could ever predict.

Giovanni quickly realized he was close to tears and decided to put his sunglasses back on, just to prevent a scene.

The other man’s answer was concise.

Nicola, 3:58 pm: Tell him

Nicola, 3:58 pm: Tell him that it hurt and maybe you can sort this shit out

Giovanni, 3:59 pm: Maybe

Nicola, 4:00 pm: Listen, I’ll be in NYC tomorrow afternoon. Sushi at mine?

Giovanni smiled: the care that man had for him was something he was incredibly grateful for, even if he could not quite figure out why the older one was caring so much. He quickly typed an answer.

Giovanni, 4:01 pm: I could use some sushi for dinner tomorrow, actually

Nicola, 4:01 pm: Then it’s a date! Let’s say at 9 PM?

Giovanni, 4:02 pm: That sounds perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Nicola, 4:03 pm: See you tomorrow, kid. Be safe xoxo

When his flight was announced, the young man got up quickly and made his way towards the gate. Once seated, he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

***

“Guess who’s back in da house!”.

Kevin welcomed him with a solid hug and a warm smile. Maxwell entered the apartment, hung is coat and made his way to the kitchen, where Yuhua and Dustin were chatting sipping on some cheap wine.

“Hi guys”, he smiled and took a couple of steps forward to hug the both of them.

Yuhua hugged him back, with a big smile.

“How have you been, girl?”, the queen asked, before making space for Dustin to hug him too.

Max hugged the friend back, before answering: “Good. Busy but I can’t complain”.

They quickly sat at the table, waiting for the food to be delivered.

“Has someone heard from Giovanni?”, Dustin asked, while sipping on his glass of wine.

Kevin raised his glass, nodding.

“I did. He’s not home until later tonight”, he explained, then he added: “I will meet with him tomorrow, to see how he’s doing and stuff”.

Yuhua raised an eyebrow.

“Stuff?”.

In that exact moment, Maxwell chocked on his glass of soda and started coughing, causing Dustin to laugh manically.

“You bitch!”, Kevin laughed, patting his best friend on the back in order to prevent him from choking any further, “I want to see how he’s doing, what he’s up to and this kind of things. I also have yet to give him my Christmas present”, he said with a proud smile.

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the conversation and the host stood up to go take the food and pay.

“I’ll be right back, ladies”.

After a couple of minutes, they were sitting in front of a plethora of boxes and paper bags full of Thai food.

“You really went all out”, Yuhua looked at the food with disbelief, before adding: “Are you sure you don’t need anything from us?”.

Kevin pinched his friend, before opening a container and smiling at the sight of the steaming hot curry inside it.

“I just thought it would be nice to spend time all together again”, he said before pausing and adding: “Well, without Giovanni… but you know what I mean”.

The others nodded, before starting to eat.

***

Finally in his apartment, Giovanni left the suitcases in the hallway and sighed.

“Home sweet home”, he murmured, before switching the light on and deciding he might as well turn the heating on and warm up the rooms a little bit.

His phone vibrated, making him jump.

Jordan, 00:17 am: In February I will be gone.

Jordan, 00:17 am: Just letting you know.

The young man bit his lower lip, before typing a quick answer.

Giovanni, 00:18 am: Thank you for letting me know.

He put his phone back in his pocket, then he went to his room and opened a drawer, taking out a small plastic bag. He rolled himself a joint and went to smoke it on the balcony, trying to clear his head.

“Shit”, he murmured, before closing his eyes and sighing.

He did not know what to do, let alone how to react to Jordan’s antics any more. After the whole fiasco in London, he had absolutely no idea how to go further without ruining their friendship. When the management stepped in, he had no other options than to fire him and the expression in his eyes was one of defiance and cockiness he had never seen before.

“As if you would survive a day without me”, Jordan sneered, before collecting his jacket and leaving the room.

Giovanni took his phone out of his jacket, hoping Nicola would be awake and willing to listen to him vent.

Aquaria, 00:23 am: I am currently sitting on the staircase outside and all I can think about is how many friendships I’ve fucked up. It’s making me slowly insane and paranoid and so unsure of myself it is almost disgusting. I don’t recognise this part of me and it scares me, I don’t know how to react to Maxwell’s messages or to Jordan’s rage and it is making me go crazy.

He sent the message without checking the name of the receiver. Needless to say, just because karma and faith every once in a while love to play tricks on people, he sent it to Maxwell instead without realizing the mistake he made.

He locked the screen, finished his joint and headed to the bathroom to have a shower, blissfully unaware of what just happened.

***

Maxwell’s phone vibrated, making the man jump slightly.

“Everything allright, Cracks?”, Kevin asked, before looking at him quizzically.

The other man nodded.

“It’s just my phone, Kathelyn must have gotten home or something”, he replied, before taking his phone out of his pocket.

The message he got was definitely not from Kathelyn.

Aquaria, 00:23 am: I am currently sitting on the staircase outside and all I can think about is how many friendships I’ve fucked up. It’s making me slowly insane and paranoid and so unsure of myself it is almost disgusting. I don’t recognise this part of me and it scares me, I don’t know how to react to Maxwell’s messages or to Jordan’s rage and it is making me go crazy.

Needless to say, the man barely managed to whisper a confused: “What…?”, before signalling to his best friend to join him on the balcony.

Once the door behind them was closed, much to Yuhua and Dustin’s disappointment, the younger man was presented with the other one’s phone.

“What is happening, Max?”, he then asked.

“Read it”, Maxwell said, sighing.

Kevin read everything twice, before looking at his friend with concern in his eyes.

“I reckon it wasn’t for me either”, he then commented, trying to lighten up the mood and failing miserably at it.

Max sat on the floor, before closing his eyes and murmuring: “What should I do?”.

The other one shrugged, before joining him on the floor and giving him his phone back.

“Well, now at least you know he’s not mad or something…”, he murmured, trying to sound comforting, “I’ll see him tomorrow and maybe I can try…”.

“No, I don’t think it’s a good idea”, the other one interrupted him, “I don’t want him to feel trapped or some shit”.

Kevin nodded.

“Yeah, it makes sense”, he mumbled, before getting up: “Let’s go and see what the others are doing. I will keep you posted tomorrow, okay?”.

Maxwell nodded, then he got up as well and squeezed his friend’s hand.

“Thank you”.

#craquaria #miz cracker #aquaria #monet x change #hurt/comfort #slow burn #rpdr fanfiction #exercise in folly #samwhity #s10 #canon compliant

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Sit back and watch the bed burn (Craquaria) - SamWhity

A/N: I originally planned to write this story following the timeline of my other oneshots but the plot somehow changed while I was writing it and this is the final result. I hope you’ll enjoy it. :) The title comes once again from a song by Florence + The Machine called “Kiss with a fist”

Summary: Just while the older one was turning to face her, their lips crashed. It was unexpected, messy and awkward but they couldn’t let go. They spent a couple of minutes like that, looking at each other, connected by the lips and afraid to ruin the strange magic of such a precious moment. Or: Miz Cracker checks on Aquaria after filming and end up taking big life decisions.

“Have you guys heard from Aquaria?”.

Yuhua’s question broke an otherwise comfortable silence, while the queen, Monét, Miz Cracker, Dusty and her husband were having brunch. Monét took a spoonful of guacamole and put it on her gluten-free toast, before answering.

“I tried to call her yesterday but she hasn’t answered or called me back”, she said, before frowning and adding: “Do you guys think she’s not okay?”.

Dusty’s husband took a sip of his Mimosa, before sighing.

“You haven’t heard it from me”, he started, causing the others to look at him perplexed, “but it seems that she’s not doing well, after the last days of filming. Susanne is kinda worried, actually. You know, Aquaria is like the baby of them all…” he finished his sentence with a snort.

Miz Cracker sighed, before setting her fork down and taking a sip of her coffee.

“I’ll ask Katelyn”, she claimed.

Her relationship with Aquaria was a delicate balance of affection, admiration and shade she sometimes still struggled to understand: knowing the younger one wasn’t feeling well and decided not to call her made her heart clench in an unexpected way.

They ate their food in silence, before Yuhua asked: “Should we check on her?”.

Dusty nodded, before adding: “Maybe we should”.

Monét took a piece of fruit, before mumbling: “It’s maybe best if we ask Katelyn to call her or whatever. We all know how defensive she can get”.

Despite her cocky attitude, everyone who knew Aquaria well enough was aware of her deep insecurities and of all the, sometimes unhealthy, ways she tried to cope with them. The young queen used to hang out with loud personalities and motherly figures in order to feel safe enough to be herself and, when put under a certain amount of pressure, she tended to push people out of her life. After coming back from filming, she immediately started working again and managed to always find an excuse when invited to meet up with the rest of her NYC season sisters. They all got to see her new photos, they heard all about her wonderful performances but they never got to see her for long enough to have an actual conversation with her. Only Monét, being her loving and bubbly self, managed to exchange a couple of words with her young friend, during a Frankie Sharp event, and all the other one said, before running away, was: “I know, I’m sorry. I actually have to go”.

Without a word, Cracker took her phone and typed a message to her best friend, before putting the device away and sipping on her coffee.

“And now we wait”, she sighed.

Miz Cracker, 11:30 am: Have you heard from Aquaria? Could you please check on her?

Katelyn’s answer came a couple of minutes later.

Katelyn, 11:33 am: I tried to call and got a message saying she’s not feeling 100%. Maybe flu.

A second message was sent right after the first.

Katelyn, 11:34 am: I don’t buy it. I can stop by, bringing soup or whatever.

“Katelyn is stopping by. I’ll keep you posted”, Cracker said, before turning to Monét in desperate need of a change of subject: “Now, how was the show yesterday?”.

Katelyn came back home soon after Cracker, carrying a plastic bag with a couple of now empty Tupperware containers. The girl seemed tired and worried, much to the other one’s despair.

“What happened?”, asked the queen, as soon as her best friend sat on the couch with her.

The blonde shrugged, before answering: “So, I stopped by with soup and stuff, right?”.

Miz Cracker nodded, waiting to hear the rest of the story.

“Aquaria looked tired, she said it was the flu but… “she suddenly stopped, trying to find the right words, before finishing her sentence: “I don’t know. I’m not totally sold. I think it has to do with the show and her anxiety. She said something to me…”.

“What? What did she say?” the queen asked, interrupting her friend.

“She said something about disappointing the people she loves and feeling bad about things” Katelyn tried to recall.

“Things?” Cracker asked, hesitant and somehow worried.

The other one shrugged, before adding: “Maybe you should go. Or Monét. Just don’t send Yuhua! She’s sweet and lovely and stuff but…”.

“Yeah, definitely not Yuhua” Miz Cracker agreed, before smiling softly and adding: “Thanks for stepping in, Kat”.

Katelyn smiled back, before murmuring: “You know I love her, we all do. Some more than others”, she teased, before getting up and asking: “How about a cup of tea?”.

The following day, Miz Cracker wrote a quick message to Aquaria letting her know she would have stopped by to check on her. Needles to say, the other one didn’t seem thrilled about it.

Aquaria, 10:47 am: It’s not necessary. It’s just some stupid flu.

The queen rolled her eyes, before typing a quick answer.

Miz Cracker, 10:47 am: Already on my way :D

She put her phone away, before taking her keys and exiting the building.

Her phone buzzed.

Aquaria, 10:48 am: I don’t want you to get sick! It’s maybe better if we postpone…

Cracker sighed, before typing an answer.

Miz Cracker, 10:49 am: Nonsense! I’ll see you in a few :D

She made her way to the subway station: the train was arriving in the exact moment when she reached the platform, she noticed. She mindlessly put her headphones on and started listening to some music.

Just like she expected,after unlocking her phone the queen found a series of messages from a certain other drag queen.

Aquaria, 10:53 am: I don’t mean to be rude but can we please postpone? Not feeling well :(

Aquaria, 10:53 am: Pleeeeease

Aquaria, 10:54 am: Are you purposefully ignoring me?

Aquaria, 10:54 am: Stop ignoring me, you hoe!

Aquaria, 10:55 am: I just got out of bed and look like crap. Please, let’s postpone

Aquaria, 10:55 am: Cracker, let’s meet with the others at the end of the week.. it’ll be fun, the NYC girls all together ;)

Aquaria, 10:56 am: I feel like you’re purposefully ignoring me and I don’t like it

Aquaria, 10:57 am: Crackeeeeer!

Miz Cracker chuckled, before sliding the phone in her pocket and exiting the train. It was a short walk to Aquaria’s apartment and the queen spent it listening to an old mix she never got to lip sync to. She rang the bell, waiting to be let in.

“Yes?” Aquaria’s voice was low and a little raspy.

“It’s me. Let me in, pretty please?” the other one asked, before adding: “Or I’ll send Yuhua to check on you”.

Needles to say, she was immediately let in.

“I love the power of those threats” she thought, pretty pleased with herself.

Cracker made her way to the elevator, pressed the button for the 23th floor and waited for the doors to close. She istinctively checked her reflection into the mirror, before sighing and mumbling: “It’s not about it, stupid”.

The doors opened with a “ding” and the queen quickly exited, before turning to the left directed to Aquaria’s apartment. She knocked, before hearing a muffled “It’s open”.

The place was cluttered but not as chaotic as one would have thought, Miz Cracker noticed. Before she could inspect any further, she was greeted by the other one.

“You shouldn’t have come”, she sighed, “What if you catch something?”

Without answering the question, the older one made her way to the sofa in the living room and patted the spot next to her.

“Come sit with me”, she said with a smile.

Aquaria sat next to her friend, looking at her nails like they were holding the secret of life itself.

“How are you feeling?”.

Cracker’s question let her lips before she could even realize it, so she just added: “I mean, for real. How are you really feeling?”.

The other one joined her on the couch, before sighing.

“I’m just tired, and sick and…” she couldn’t finish her sentence, interrupted by the older one’s voice singsonging a teasing “Cranky?”.

Aquaria scoffed, crossing her arms and pouting adorably.

“I’m not cranky”, she mumbled.

Miz Cracker smiled, before passing an arm around the younger one’s shoulders and engulfing her in a slightly awkward embrace. They remained in silence for a couple of minutes, each one lost in their thoughts, before Aquaria started talking.

“Do you ever think about how they are editing everything?” she asked, before bringing her hand to her mouth and starting to chew on her nails.

The other one took her hand in hers and sighed.

“Stop, you’ll bleed all over and nail glue burns”, she started, before tightening her grip, “You don’t have power on whatever they will decide to play, Aquaria. You can’t spend the rest of your life in this cluttered cave just because of something you can’t control”.

Aquaria pouted adorably, before muttering: “I’m actually sick, you dumb. And it’s not cluttered!”.

Cracker smiled, before continuing to speak: “Listen, you had a great run. Sure, you had your moments but you did good. And you should be proud of yourself, instead of stressing out about things you have no control over”.

The other one nodded, before snuggling into Miz’s embrace and sighing, unable to hold her tongue any longer.

“What if I fucked up? Sharon will be so mad…”.

Aquaria’s relationship with her drag mother was a sensible topic. Everybody knew it. Sharon was the younger one’s role model, inspiration and often even confidant: the pressure of making her proud sometimes kept her drag daughter from taking certain risks or trying certain things and it seemed like neither of them was aware of it. It was a delicate balance made of late phone calls, Skype hangouts and occasional meetings and Cracker couldn’t help but ask herself why Sharon hadn’t already called to check on her. Maybe she had, she thought, maybe the young queen just ignored her calls.

“Why don’t you call her?” the older one asked “I can wait here, if you want” she then offered.

“Would you really stay?” the surprise in Aquaria’s voice made the other queen smile.

“Of course”, she nodded.

With a sigh Aquaria got up and went to grab her phone, before sitting back on the sofa and biting her lips.

“Here we go”.

“Pumpkin! Are you okay? What happened?” Sharon’s voice shifted from excitement to worry in a matter of seconds, “Giovanni, talk to me”.

Cracker couldn’t hide a smile: typical Aquaria. The thought that she couldn’t open up even to her mentor made her feel a little bit better.

“I got home from filming”, the younger one’s voice broke the silence “I’m… I’m kinda…” she reached for the other one’s hand and squeezed it without even realizing it “I’m kinda freaking out” she then admitted, chewing on her lower lip.

Sharon sighed, before speaking.

“Listen”, she said “You can’t expect for everybody to like you or what you’ll put out there, it just doesn’t work like that. Just remember that you did your best, I know you did. And that we have your back. I mean, I’m an old alcoholic drag-queen but no one will come for my baby on my watch” she said, before yawning “Pumpkin I actually have to go. Skype later this evening?”.

Aquaria nodded, before answering: “Yeah, sure. Thanks for answering”.

The other one scoffed.

“Of course, you dummy! I’ll talk to you later, okay?”.

After finishing the phone call, the younger one snuggled back in that awkward but somehow comforting embrace and sighed.

“See? Everything is going to be fine. No need to segregate yourself”, Cracker smiled, before adding: “And now shower, miss thing! We’re going out!”.

The other one nodded, before reaching to hug Cracker one last time. Just while the older one was turning to face her, their lips crashed. It was unexpected, messy and awkward but they couldn’t let go. They spent a couple of minutes like that, looking at each other, connected by the lips and afraid to ruin the strange magic of such a precious moment.

The older one moved slightly and, before Aquaria could even think about what to say, she said: “Go take your shower, okay?”.

There was an affectionate softness in her voice that made Aquaria nod and got up without a word.

Alone in the room, Cracker sighed.

“Shit” she murmured, before taking her phone and ignoring the message from her boyfriend just to quickly write to Katelyn.

Miz Cracker, 11:58 am: I think I like her. A lot. Shit. Talk to you when I get back.

That same evening, after a long chat with Katelyn, just before he was heading to bed, Cracker found a message on her phone.

Sharon Needles, 11:37 pm: I don’t know what is going on between you and Aquaria. I actually don’t even know if there actually is something going on but still… thank you. She’s all over the place, right now. Having someone to lean on that isn’t a dumb club-kid with ego problems is a good thing for her.

A second text quickly followed the first one.

Sharon Needles, 11:41 pm: Having said that, hurt my baby and you’ll be dead in a ditch.

She smiled, before opening another conversation and typing a message.

Miz Cracker, 11:43 pm: I think we need to talk.

The answer came in pretty quickly.

Jason, 11:45 pm: Are you okay? What happened?

The queen sighed, before receiving a second text, this time from someone else.

Aquaria, 11:46 pm: Thanks for stopping by and putting up with my dumb self. I’m sorry for what happened, I didn’t mean to, I know you have a boyfriend and stuff. Please don’t be mad at me, or at yourself. Please don’t be mad at yourself, Maxwell. I promise I’ll keep my distance and stuff, okay? Just please don’t be mad.

“Shit”, he mumbled, before abandoning the idea of going to sleep and sitting on the couch with her phone in her hands. She somehow had to sort that mess out.

Miz Cracker, 11:47 pm: I’m not mad. I just need to process everything. But I’m not mad and I don’t want you to keep any kind of distance. Please don’t keep your distance. I’ll see you soon, okay? I kinda feel like we have to talk.

Miz Cracker, 11:48 pm: I think we need to talk. Something happened and I would really much love to talk to you in person. Please don’t freak out.

Aquaria, 11:48 pm: Okay. I’ll wait for you.

Cracker smiled, before noticing another string of texts.

Jason, 11:48 pm: Now I am freaking out.

Jason, 11:49 pm: Can’t you just tell me what happened?

Jason, 11:50 pm: Baby, are you okay?

Jason, 11:50 pm: I feel like I need to come over. Can I stop by?

Cracker sighed, before answering.

Miz Cracker, 11:51 pm: Okay. Please bring coffee.

It was definitely going to be a long night.

Jason left after two hours of recriminations, screaming and tears. Words like “how could you?” and “it’s all so fucked up!” were also said and the man left the apartment just in time for the neighbours to say: “Do you actually know that people are sleeping? Have some respect!” and them being greeted with a grunt that sounded a lot like “Fuck you”.

Needless to say, Miz Cracker was exhausted and sad. In the year they had dated it never occurred to her that she could have been the one ending things. Not because she couldn’t stop herself for falling for someone younger than her and so incredibly endearing without even knowing it. Not because she kissed Aquaria and suddenly realized there was so much more to their relationship that just admiration. Funnily enough, she was the last one to realize the actual nature of her feelings and even her room-mate, a big supporter of Jason, smiled sadly and nodded when she brought up the fact that she was thinking about breaking up with him.

“It was the honest thing to do”, she mumbled to herself, before turning to Katelyn and smiling apologetically: “Sorry again for the noise, Katelyn”.

The other one shrugged, before hugging her tightly and patting her back.

“It’s okay. Do you want to talk about it?”, she asked, “It looks like we won’t be able to catch much sleep anyway”.

Cracker sighed.

“Not really. I kinda need to figure shit out. You should go to sleep, I need to make a call” she then moved to her room and closed the door.

Aquaria answered immediately.

“Are you okay?” she asked concerned, before mumbling: “Of course you’re not okay. Stupid question. I’m so sorry, I really am”.

The other one sighed, before deciding to bite the bullet.

“I need you to be honest with me. No bullshit.” she said, then added: “I broke up with Jason. I did it because I like you and I couldn’t be with him and still like you the way I do.”

“Okay” the younger one murmured.

“I feel like you like me too, and we both know what I mean with that” Cracker continued, not even noticing that she was raising her voice.

“I do”, Aquaria’s, on the contrary, lowered her voice.

“I know that you’re scared. Because of the show, because of this, because of things. I know it and I get it” Miz Cracker closed her eyes, before sighing and mumbling: “And I am too, but I thought… maybe we could be scared together?”.

Aquaria, laying in bed in her allegedly cluttered apartment, smiled. This was the Cracker she loved: this kind, humble and frankly adorable human being who was willing to trust her enough to share her fears with her. Maybe, she thought, they could make it work. Maybe they could really be scared together.

“I have a photo-shoot tomorrow. In front of the MET. Wanna meet up after that?” she asked softly, before adding: “I kinda feel like I want to tell you this in person…”.

“Tell me what?” the other one asked, slightly panicking.

“That I would love to be scared together with you. Because I like you a lot and…”.

Aquaria’s awkward speech was cut short by Miz Cracker.

“I’ll be there”, she said, before noticing how late it was and continuing: “Now go to bed, Aqua. We’ll talk later, okay?”.

A couple of minutes later, just when she thought she was finally falling asleep, the older one got a last message with an audio attached and, after listening to the track and reading the note, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Aquaria, 01:43 am: My mum used to listen to this song on repeat, when I was a kid. It says “because you’re special and I’ll take care of you”. Consider it your lullaby for the night. Yes, I’m dumb and corny and you can still run away from it.

Aquaria, 01:44 am: Please don’t run away, though.

She quickly typed an answer, before finally closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Miz Cracker, 01:44 am: I’m not going anywhere except to sleep. Goodnight, Giovanni.

A/N (2): Susanne is obviously Susanne Bartsch, club owner extraordinaire and creator of thos amazing lashes we all saw Aquaria, Milk and Hungry wearing. Here you can take a look at her Instagram. Also: I absolutely adore Yuhua but I needed someone to poke a little fun at and she was like the perfect (little) candidate. No bashing intended. Same goes for Cracker’s boyfriend, whose name I came up with. ;) The song Aquaria sends Cracker is an italian song called “La cura” by an incredible song-writer called Franco Battiato. It’s really beautiful and you can listen to it here.

#samwhity #craquaria #fluff #hurt/comfort #aquaria #miz cracker #rpdr fanfiction #canon compliant #s10

[artificialqueens]

It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off (Craquaria) - Samwhity

A/N: I purposefully chose to hint to the racial component in Eureka’s pairing choices. I did it because I found her way of explaining it poorly articulated and disrespectful of the POC in the room. On top of that, Kingsleyyy expression at the end had me almost in tears: he looks sad and somehow disappointed even if he says “it’s okay”. ALSO: the hate Aquaria is receiving (from Monét’s fans and other queens) is sad and shows everything that shouldn’t be happening in this fandom. Calling her fake because of 45 minutes of edited reality show looks like a poor choice to me and seeing queens - *cough* Farrah *cough* - speaking solely on the base of that made me angry and a little bit sad too. Consider this little creation my emotional outlet. Sidenote: The oneshot is supposed to play the night/morning after of the where Aquaria, Monét and Pangina were working.

Summary: Sighing, Aquaria started typing. Aquaria: It is on me. Everything that happened is on me. Kingsley felt like shit because of that pairing: invalidating his skin colour like that is frankly disgusting and it happened because of me. Me being in a corner practising for that song and not even noticing what kind of shit was thrown at him is my fault. Me not stepping in to say how great and fierce of a queen he is, spoiler alert, is on me. Me being somehow liked enough to be safe even when I didn’t deserve it is on me. Because, spoiler alert, I don’t fucking deserve any of this kindness. […] So yeah, it’s on me. This huge pile of shit is literally on me, on my fucking shoulders and let me tell you I am fucking tired.

She could not breathe.

Everything around her was starting to swallow her up, letting little to no space for her to move.

She somehow managed to arrive to the hotel, trying as long as she could to avoid Jordan judgy look and racing to the bathroom, before closing the door behind her.

In a matter of seconds, all of Aquaria’s bad feelings and negative emotions got the best of her and she found herself throwing up, in tears, clutching to the white porcelain of the toilet.

“Christ” her friend’s voice startled her, making her almost bump her head on the toilet lead.

Suddenly, two tiny hands were around the queen torso, helping her to stand up.

“All out, miss thing?” Jordan didn’t seem to be missing a beat, rubbing her back and making sure she was at least able to walk.

Aquaria nodded, before moving to the sink and splashing water on her face, completely oblivious of lashes and make-up.

“Sort yourself, then go to sleep” her friend’s voice reminded her of Cracker’s tone, every time they somehow stumbled upon Aquaria’s lack of communication skills.

“Can you please leave?” the queen managed to ask, before moving to fetch some coconut oil and remove her already almost melted make-up “I’m fine” she then added, even if neither of them believed it.

Jordan sighed, before opening the browser on her phone and typing something.

“There is a Starbucks few blocks away” he explained “I’m gonna get you some tea, okay? Don’t do anything stupid”.

Aquaria nodded, trying to erase the black liner she used to paint her face without getting everything in her eyes. She needed a shower and clean clothes, she thought, before realizing there was only a bath tub and sighing.

“This will have to do”, she mumbled, before beginning to fill the tub and starting to undress. The queen tossed her clothes on the floor, before remembering she would have needed them for an upcoming show and folding them neatly.

In the meanwhile, her phone started buzzing.

The Vixen created a new group chat “Bullshit”

The Vixen: Bitch you okay?

Monét: …

Miz Cracker: What the hell is happening?

Monét: Not sure.

The Vixen: Someone looked like she went through it. Again…

Miz Cracker: I’m kinda lost, here…

Monét: Vixen, it’s so sweet of you but I’m fine. Trust. Just a little shaken.

The Vixen: I wasn’t talking about you.

Miz Cracker: LOL

Miz Cracker: Wait, what?

The Vixen: Aquafina, where are you?

Monét: Where are your people at?

Miz Cracker: Guys, what the hell is happening? Katelyn and I are still lost.

Miz Cracker: She says hi, btw

The Vixen: I got a glimpse of Aquaria after the show, scrolling through her phone and looking like someone single-handedly killed her puppy. So I checked and they’re dragging her down. Like a lot.

Monét: Wait what?

Miz Cracker: They always drag her down.

Miz Cracker: How is that any different from every other time?

Monét: @Aquaria are you okay? I’ll cut a bitch, you know it

In that exact moment, the young queen entered the bedroom, a towel around her narrow hips, to find a whole lot of messages, replies to some of her tweets, mentions and, of course, the new group chat.

She sighed, before reading all the messages and deciding she would have answered later.

She read some of the tweets, before tossing the phone on the bed and starting getting dressed.

When Jordan came back, she was lying in bed watching TV.

“Here, your majesty” he put the cup on her night stand “Want to talk about it?”.

Aquaria shrugged, before adding: “Not really. I just got what I deserved, I guess…”.

The light slap on her head left her dumbfounded.

“Don’t even start with your pity parties, you dumb bitch” her friend said “Let this shit go. Water of a bunkbed, or whatever”.

“Duck’s back” the young queen murmured, before noticing her phone vibrating.

The Vixen: Remember: I know where you’re staying

Monét: LOL. She’s here to fight!

Miz Cracker: @Aquaria are you okay? I smell trouble, when you’re not on your phone

She bit her bottom lip, before answering.

Aquaria: Sorry, was taking a bath.

Aquaria: What are we talking about, again?

The Vixen: #toovague

Aquaria: Oh Lord

Aquaria: I’m fine. Was taking a bath, had some glue on me…

Monét: Shit.

Miz Cracker: Poop

The Vixen: Can you not?

Monét: I just read it. It’s fucked up.

The Vixen: told you!

Miz Cracker: I still haven’t understood what we are talking about…

Much to Aquaria’s despair, Monét send some screenshots to the group chat and Aquaria couldn’t help herself but cringe. Meanwhile, the conversation was still going.

Monét: I actually don’t think you did that bad. And regardless, this is some fucked up shit.

The Vixen: My point

Monét: And as much as I love you, had you volunteered for that lip synch I would have kicked your ass

Miz Cracker: Is not on you.

The young queen sighed, before typing a quick answer.

Aquaria: Can we please not…?

Aquaria: All I want right now is to go to drink my fucking tea and go to sleep.

Monét: BITCH

The Vixen: ???

Monét: You throw your guts out?

Miz Cracker: Okay, I’m lost. Again.

“Fucking bitch” Aquaria murmured, before sending a message to Jordan saying: “You nosy bitch. I’m gonna get you…” to which the other one answered with a silly emoji.

Monét: Aquaria you should honestly chill a little. Yes, you didn’t do great and yes, maybe you should have been in the Bottom 2 but you didn’t and it is not on you. Don’t listen to any of that shit, don’t let it affect you and go on with your life. I love you, I think you are a fierce queen and a decent Cracker impersonator.

Miz Cracker: * facepalm *

Sighing, Aquaria started typing.

Aquaria: It is on me. Everything that happened is on me. Kingsley felt like shit because of that pairing: invalidating his skin colour like that is frankly disgusting and it happened because of me. Me being in a corner practising for that song and not even noticing what kind of shit was thrown at him is my fault. Me not stepping in to say how great and fierce of a queen he is, spoiler alert, is on me. Me being somehow liked enough to be safe even when I didn’t deserve it is on me. Because, spoiler alert, I don’t fucking deserve any of this kindness.

She sent it, before wiping her eyes and starting typing again.

Aquaria: And I swear to God every time I say that I will make it right and it never works. I tried to explain myself after that whole “leave me alone” moment and got nothing but hate. I spoke with Dusty before her lip synch and I’m fake as hell. I don’t reply to Sharon’s photos like people would love me to and I’m an insensitive spoiled disgusting brat that will never do good. I try to make things right with friends I genuinely love and adore and I am told “You do it to clean your image”. I try to be as sincere and as vulnerable as I can just for people to say “Stop being humble on twitter, you worthless piece of garbage”. I am permanently called names I find too disgusting too share. So yeah, it’s on me. This huge pile of shit is literally on me, on my fucking shoulders and let me tell you I am fucking tired.

She pressed “send” before even reading the whole text in order to check it because she knew that she would have never sent it otherwise. She then grabbed her tea and started sipping on it, trying to calm herself. She didn’t even realize she was sobbing until she almost choked on her beverage.

Someone knocked at her door and, thinking it was Jordan, she got up and opened only to find Monét and Vixen standing in front of her, looking worried.

“I… I can’t do this right now” she managed to mumble, completely lost “I’m sorry I can’t…”.

She couldn’t speak any further, because Monét engulfed her in a hug and didn’t seem to be willing to let go.

“We got her”, Aquaria heard Vixen saying on the phone “Should I put you on speaker, Miz Peptalk?”.

And there she was: Miz Cracker live and in stereo

“Giovanni are you listening?” she said, before sighing and continuing: “Nothing of what happened in that Untucked is your fault. Nothing, okay? You can not take the blame for someone else’s conscious decision because it’s not fair. First of all to yourself.”.

The young queen was now crying, engulfed in Monét’s embrace an incapable of keeping herself together any longer.

“I’m so sorry..” she mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

“Stop. Right now” Cracker’s stern tone made the others flinch “Stop hating yourself to the point that you think you deserve all this shit. Stop because, fuck it, you deserve the world. And you pulled it off, making that decision look like the tasteless joke it was. Are you listening, Giovanni?”.

“Yeah” Aquaria answered between sobs.

“Good, because I want you to understand that you are not responsible for other people’s feelings toward you” it sounded like the older queen was pacing around a room, probably her hotel room “Unless you have wronged them, and it is not the case, it’s none of your fucking business and they are a bunch of unreasonable people. And now, you’re gonna drink your tea, go to sleep and call me when you wake up. Have I made myself clear, Giovanni?”.

The only answer she got was a muffled “Mh”, to which she answered with a “It’ll have to do, this time”.

Trying to lighten the mood, Monét chuckled: “God, now I know who’s the top in this friendship”, which cause Aquaria to slap him lightly on the shoulder.

After hanging up, the two older queens took out sweatpants and t-shirts, before making themselves comfortable in the other one’s bed.

“Confess it: it’s your guilty pleasure” Vixen lovingly mocked her “In bed with two black men”.

“Are you really playing the race card?” the young queen said, before laying in bed and snuggling against a cushion.

“If you snore, I swear, you’ll die”, she murmured, before falling asleep.

The following day, Aquaria woke up in an empty bed and found a note on her bedside table saying: “We’ll see you tonight. Call Cracker, before she loses her shit!”

She smiled, before reaching for her phone and dialling the queen’s number.

“How are you feeling?” Cracker didn’t waste time and went straight to the core of the discussion “Monét was worried, and you know the bitch lived in the Bronx…”.

The other one bit her bottom lip, before murmuring: “I’m sorry. It just got the best of me and I guess I could have reacted better”.

“Well, you kinda got a lot to deal with” the older one said “Just try to watch out for yourself. You know they’ll come for you regardless and…”

“I miss you” Aquaria’s words made Cracker stop for a second, smiling despite the bad moment “I really do, you know?”.

“I miss you too” the older queen answered, incapable of hiding a smile “I can’t wait to see you again, you know?”.

“I know” the other one murmured “I can’t wait to see you either. I miss your face. And your hugs…” she stopped for a second, before adding: “Do you think the others know…?”.

The laugh on the other end of the line made her pout.

“I think they wouldn’t find so unbelievable, if we were to tell them” Miz Cracker said, before sighing “Babe, I have to go. Talk to you soon?”.

Aquaria smile, before answering: “Sure. Have a good day, okay?”.

A couple of minutes later, she got a text from the older queen that made her smile. It was the screenshot of her conversation with Monét and she couldn’t help but giggle, after having read it.

Monét, 08:53 am: Just left your BF’s bedroom. He slept through the night and he’ll be fine, I guess. I’ll keep an eye on him tonight.

Miz Cracker, 08:53 am: Thank you.

Miz Cracker, 08:54 am: Btw… BF?

Monét 08:54 am: LOL. You two aren’t fooling anyone. It’s kinda cute actually.

Miz Cracker 08:55 am: Keep it to yourself, okay?

Miz Cracker, 08:55 am: PLEASE, Monét.

Monét, 08:56 am: Your secret is safe with me.

Monét, 08:59 am: Now that I think about it… have you actually fucked on set?

Aquaria couldn’t stop herself from smiling fondly: Monét was a really amazing friend, a great competitor on the show and overall a considerate and caring person.

She quickly sent an heart emoji to Cracker, before heading to the bathroom with a smile.

A/N (2): The show Monét is referring to actually happened the day after the viewing party. The texts with a timestamp are supposed to be iMessages, the groupchat is a whatsapp one. (Yeah, I’m a sucker for details) Also, I just wanted to thank you all for the support and amazing feedback to mywork. It really means a lot. I hope you enjoyed my last attempt at: “Let’s put Aquaria through some pain”…!

#samwhity #craquaria #established relationship #hurt/comfort #fluff #oneshot #miz cracker #aquaria #rpdr fanfiction #on set fic #canon compliant #angst #s10

[artificialqueens]

I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in (Craquaria) - SamWhity

A/N: Here is the sequel to “Hold me down, I’m so tired now”. I hope you’ll enjoy it. I had a great time writing it, you know? The title comes from yet another song by Florence + The Machine: Never let me go.

Summary: Dinner with Cracker took a turn Aquaria didn’t expect.

Aquaria was absently moving the food on her plate, while Miz Cracker was saying her goodbyes to Katelyn, ready for a night out with some friends. When the girl was finally out, living her best LA-fantasy, the atmosphere became suddenly awkward. “So” started the older one, sitting in front of her “Wanna talk about what happened today?”. There was a strange gentleness in her tone, mixed with that stern inflection she always had when talking to the other one. Cracker was a great friend and sometimes, in order to be that great friend, she had to call her sisters out and make them face whatever issue was going on. Aquaria was no exception. “Nothing really happened” the latter shrugged, before starting to play with her food again “I just needed a minute”. “Bullshit”. Aquaria flinched, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “Wanna try this again?” asked the other queen, raising an eyebrow. “I just had a bad morning, that is all. Why is it so important?”, the bored voice and the bitchy attitude made Miz Cracker roll her eyes. “Why can’t you just open up?” she asked then, taking the fork from Aquaria hands “And stop playing with the food!” she added, for good measure. It was nothing new: sharing feelings, or even random thoughts, was hard for the younger one. She spent so much time creating this amazing, beautiful persona to present on stage to protect Giovanni, who was shy, awkward and incredibly unsure of himself, that she sometimes forgot that there were plenty of people she could trust. People, like Cracker, who loved her and would have never hurt her on purpose. People like Monét, with her bubbly personality and big heart. People like Sussy, Susanne, Ladyfag. Sometimes she had to force herself to open up, to trust them even if it was scary. This moment,sitting on the sofa in Miz Cracker’s hotel room, was one of them. Aquaria snorted lightly, before taking her fork back. “I just had a couple weird interactions with fans. You know I don’t do well in those moments” she mumbled, lowering her gaze and focussing on the food in her plate. Cracker sighed, before sitting next to her. “What did they tell you?” she prodded gently, knowing the matter had to be delicate. The other one closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It doesn’t really matter. It just rubbed me the wrong way” she mumbled, before biting her lower lip and taking a deep breath “You know, sometimes I think they don’t give us permission to learn, or to grow and…”. The younger one was quickly engulfed in a hug, Cracker’s hands caressing her head and drawing patterns on her back. Without being able to hold it any further, Aquaria let out a sob, before mumbling a soft “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”. Her words were cut short by another sob. “It’s okay, it’s okay” the older one said, continuing to rub the other one’s back “You’re safe here. You’re safe and you can be as upset as you are right now, okay? You are entitled to be”. In that moment, Miz Cracker’s phone buzzed, making the two queens jump. “Shit”. “You can answer, you know?” Aquaria interjected, before wiping her eyes “Maybe it’s important”. Cracker took her phone, before reading the text and snorting. “Or maybe it’s Monét, drunk, who thinks he texted some random guy”, she then proceeded to show the other one the message. The quiet laugh that escaped the younger’s lips made the other one smile. “Wanna eat this food and watch some old comedy?” she then asked. “I would love to” answered Aquaria and the softness in her voice made Cracker’s heart skip a beat. They spent the rest of the night sitting on Cracker’s sofa, watching “The golden girls” and laughing quietly, not even noticing that their hands were touching. As Aquaria made her way to the door, that soft smile still on her lips, the other one took a deep breath. “We should meet for coffee” she blurted, before actually understanding what she said and continuing: “After Dragcon, when I’ll be back in NYC. We should grab a coffee, if you want to.”. The younger smiled, before hugging her tightly one last time and murmuring: “I’d love to. Very much”. A couple of hours later, just as she decided to go to sleep, Cracker found a string of messages on her phone and couldn’t hide a smirk. Aquaria, 11:47 pm: I don’t really like coffee. Is tea also okay? Aquaria, 11:52 pm: Okay, now I feel like an idiot because I just got the whole picture. Aquaria, 11:53 pm: And I would love to “grab a coffee” with you. Aquaria, 11:57 pm: Okay, those quotation marks made it sound awkward. Please tell me I hadn’t misunderstood everything Aquaria, 00:05 am: Okay, now I just made a fool of myself and you’re pissed. Aquaria, 00:08 am: Please don’t be pissed. Aquaria, 00:09 am: And stop ignoring me! Aquaria, 00:12 am: Are you really so pissed? Cracker laughed quietly, before answering. Miz Cracker, 00:12 am: I’m not pissed and you got it right: no misunderstandings. Tea is also okay. And now sleep, otherwise people will think I’m prettier than you, tomorrow. The other’s answer came in a couple of seconds later. Aquaria, 00:13 am: No way! You’ll never be the pretty one, you’re already the nice one. ;-) A second message came in right after. Aquaria, 00:14 am: Either way, I’d love to have coffee, or tea, or whatever with you. Buona notte. :-* Cracker smiled, before making her way to the bed and crash on it. Dragcon was truly as amazing as people told her, she thought, before falling asleep.

A/N (2): Aquaria overthinking is yet again part of my HC. You’ll definitely get to see more of it, while I’ll bring up her jealousy in an upcoming oneshot. Would you be interested in it? Let me know! No Monét, this time, but she’ll make another appereance soon enough, don’t worry. ;-) Ah: “Buona notte” is Italian for “Goodnight”. Also: if you find huge mistakes (again: not an english speaker, but I try as best as I can) please let me know, so that I can learn from them.

#aquaria #miz cracker #craquaria #hurt/comfort #fluff #samwhity #rpdr fanfiction #dragcon #s10 #canon compliant

[artificialqueens]

We're gonna need the rest of Sam Whitty's craquaria!!!

#for samwhity #asks #nsjsjsjannsjsndnx

[artificialqueens]

samwhity all ur fics r INCREDIBLE and im lov u im v excited 2 see what u write next

#for samwhity #asks #anonymous

[artificialqueens]

Here’s the queue today guys! - Tiff

Fire meet gasoline, chapter 3/? (craquaria) - Redside-of-the-moon

Fire meet gasoline, chapter 4/? (craquaria) - Redside-of-the-moon

Objects in the Rear View Mirror (Craquameron) - Chapter Ten - Saiphl

Objects in the Rear View MIrror (Craquameron) - Chapter Eleven - Saiphl

i've been too lonely too long (trixya) - cherry

Exercise in folly 2.0 - Chapter 2.1 (Craquaria) - SamWhity

Maxine And The Davis Girls, Chapter 16 (Slow burn Pearlax/Trixya) - Grey-Darling

blouses (pt 1) (rajila) - evan

Fire meet gasoline, chapter 5/? (craquaria) - Redside-of-the-moon

Fire meet gasoline, chapter 6/? (craquaria) - Redside-of-the-moon

just the two of us (hogwarts au) part fourteen - shalaska - pureCAMP

I Don't Really Care If You Cry (but I so do) (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

#queue

[artificialqueens]

Here's the queue guys 😘 -Vixen fire meet gasoline (craquaria) - Redside-of-the-moon Waiting For Your Moment To Fall On Me (Vixie) - Pilandok Pink & Purple Lipstick - Part Six (Trixya( - Lost Imp Red Light District Angel - MattedZamo Bliss (biadore)- Mermaid Tail Maxine And The Davis Girls (Chapter 15) - Grey-Darling fire meets gasoline (ch 2/?) - Redside-of-the-moon Exercise in Folly 2.0 -Chapter 1 (Craquaria) - Samwhity The Language of Flowers 5.25 (Multi) - Albatross

#queue

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Fly me to the queue 🚀 -Vixen do you have a light (sharolet) -uranustrash Everything I Know, Chapter One (Rajila, Hunger Games AU) Diamonds In The Rough, Chapter 3 - Fannyatrollop, Grey-Darling Exercise in Folly 2.0 - 2.2 (Craquaria) - SamWhity The Language of Flowers 5.5 (Multi) - Albatross

#queue #also some of our posts have been flagged which is real fucking weird

[artificialqueens]

Oh my queue! -Vixen But I’m A Cheerleader! - Chapter 31 Under My Thumb (Craquaria) - Chapter 1 - Bee cirque d'amour - chapter four (trixya) - cal all we need is each other (mom!bob + son!cracker) - DanFin The Rat Pack Chapter 8 (Farraja) - Juliet Tattletale: Part 1 (Shalaska) – Rosie Werk room snap shots // "I can't see myself when I'm with you" // EP04 Exercise in folly (Craquaria) - SamWhity

#queue

[artificialqueens]

Queue me up, Scotty! 🚀 -Vixen doctor's orders - shalaska - lolita "Congrats on your win.." // Aquaria x Miz Cracker // Werk room snapshot // EP04

A Raja in 'Minted' (Witney) - Sammy Indigo Sad Boys Part 2/? (Biadore) - BiadoreWhor3 Until the Flavor’s Gone (14/?) (Biadore) - Kitschy Pixel It's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake him off (Craquaria) - Samwhity Diamonds are a girl's best friend (Biadore) - Aurora cirque d'amour - chapter one (trixya) - cal you look your best on your knees (pharon) - akita ETA - posted EP04's fic by accident, sorry!

#queue

[artificialqueens]

The queue is out there. *x files theme plays in the distance* -Vixen 👽 i just wanted to give you your coat back (ex-farrentina) - akita 👽 Girls Like Me (Biadore)- 4amdiirtykisses 👽 Isn’t it lovely... {biadore} - imafuckinglibra 👽 when doves cry (dahli x victoria) - DanFin 👽 //Are you dating, Aquaria?" // Craquaria one shot // EP04 👽 Sit back and watch the bed burn (Craquaria) - SamWhity

#queue

[artificialqueens]

Fics posted in a sec guys! Also huge thank you to my fave pussyface @artificialvixen for doing the queue for me on Wednesday while I went to see a certain Adore Delano 😉 (for real she was so good and her support were incredible, go check out Drag Punk on twitter and support some local UK queens!) - Tiff 💖

Seasons of Love Ch.14 (Sashea/Katlaska) - Nymph

Red Tulips (Biadore) Chapter 4 - Clown&Mermaid

I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in (Craquaria) - SamWhity

#queue

[artificialqueens]

Exercise in folly (Craquaria) - SamWhity

A/N: This is an idea I’m playing with since a couple of days and it became a pseudo-reality after having read Cracker’s interview for EW. I leave you with a preview/snapshot and, if you’ll like it, I’ll post the whole thing. It may take a while but I promise it’ll be worth it. Or at least I hope so. ;-) Summary: A story about pain, silence and (self)hatred. Or: Aquaria cares to much, Cracker understands little to nothing, Vixen Monét and Katelyn try their best.

One of the last images Cracker can somehow recall before that is Jordan asking Aquaria to enter their hotel-room, the night of the finale taping. If she concentrates on that little piece of memory, she can still hear the words of the young man: “He probably doesn’t even mean it, Gio. It’s gonna be okay”. She remembers having thought that the young queen was probably having a diva moment because of some dumb trade. “His loss”, she taught.

After the crowning they went on tour and the atmosphere was so incredibly tense that a couple of the girls even tried to ask Aquaria what was happening. Was she okay? Had something bad happened? Did she need someone to talk to? “It’s all good, don’t worry” was the usual reply, before she put her headphones on and allegedly listened to some music. After a while, the girls stopped asking.

They were in London when it happened. Some of the girls went to a club after their show, just to wear the adrenaline off. Aquaria, Monique and Asia decided to call it a night and went to bed slightly tipsy because of the shots of tequila the fans bought for them. After having stumbled on her way to the bedroom, the young queen literally cracked. She started sobbing without even realizing she was losing it, murmuring words that made no sense whatsoever and not even noticing Monique hurrying in her direction to check on her.

The following day, Monét tried to talk to her. “You okay, sis?”, she asked while they were checking out. The other one shrugged, before nodding briefly and faking a smile. “Sure. I just wasn’t feeling like going out yesterday…”, she explained without even noticing the concern in the other’s eyes. “Just…” Monét sighed “Just know that you can talk to me, if something is up okay? Or to Cracker!”. Needles to say, the older queen failed to notice the cold expression on the other one’s face when she mentioned their NY-sister.

After the tour, they all went their separate ways. Yuhua made them all promise to stay in touch and forced her New York sisters to a weekly meeting, every time they were all at home. “It will be fun!” she explained “Just a bottle of wine and some gossip”. Aquaria nodded absently, before hugging her goodbye and entering a taxi with Jordan. “Is Aqua gone?” Miz Cracker asked a couple of seconds later “She could have said goodbye, that little bitch” No one had the courage to tell her that the young queen had actually said her goodbyes to everyone except her.

The following week, they were at Le Bain, hosting a mock pageant to raise money for “Pride Uganda”. Aquaria was undressing, eager to untuck and go home, when Miz Cracker entered the dressing room and closed the door behind her. “We need to talk” she said, trying to remain calm even though she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. “I’m sorry?” the younger one’s tone was cold and a good listener could have thought she was trying to restrain herself from speaking further. “Tell me what is happening” Miz’s voice didn’t leave room for any kind of bullshit “You’ve been treating me like shit for no reason and quite frankly I’m starting to think you should really grow the fuck up”. The other one turned suddenly. “Out” she hissed, before taking a wipe and removing her mascara “I want you out of this dressing room now”. Half an hour later, Jordan found Aquaria in a corner of the dressing room, only half dedragged. She was sitting on the floor, crying silently and hugging her knees.

Katelyn saw Aquaria sitting with a friend in a café, when she decided to talk to her. “Sorry to bother you but we need to talk” she managed to say, before dragging the other one outside. “What is happening?” the young one asked, clearly confused about what was happening. “You tell me” the other one answered “I thought you two were okay…”. Aquaria quickly got the innuendo and snorted. “Really?” she asked in disbelief “He drags me on every social platform and you think we are okay?”. “What…?”. Katelyn couldn’t speak any further as the other one kept talking. “I fucking tried. I swear to God I tried to make things right. Turns out I’m a fake son of a bitch and there’s no moving on. And you of all people should know how it feels, when the people you love talk shit about you” it was totally unfair but she didn’t even care: projecting her hurt onto Katelyn was the only way to go. At least in that moment Aquaria wasn’t the only one hurting.

Miz Cracker: What in the actual fuck? Miz Cracker: Are you really so damaged that you feel the need to hurt everyone around you just to avoid being called out on your shit? Miz Cracker: Grow up, for Christ sake Miz Cracker: This is exactly the reason we went sour. Because you are a little spoiled brat that doesn’t like when things don’t go your way. Miz Cracker: Grow the fuck up and say sorry to Katelyn. Read, 07:49 pm

Monét: Girl you okay? Read, 07:57 pm Monét: Giovanni, listen. I don’t know what happened but you are obviously not okay. So please, reach out. Read, 08:01 pm Monét: Answer your phone, for God’s sake! Read, 08:05 pm

Vixen: What the hell is happening in NYC? Cracker and Monét are losing their shit and Yuhua and Dusty have no clue… Vixen: I know that you know, so spill it Vixen: Do I need to call the police or something? Aquaria is typing…

Aquaria: I tried. I swear to God I tried to make things right. Because I’m so stupid and I care so fucking much… you have no idea how much I care…but it is not enough. It is never enough. I thought we moved on and it turns out I’m a fucking fraud, I’m fake and disgusting and I can never do good. I’m stupid and useless and I care so fucking much… Why in the actual fuck I’m so stupid?

Half an hour later, someone was knocking at the door. Thinking it was Jordan, Aquaria went to open it. Needless to say, it was someone else. “Don’t you fucking dare close this door” Cracker’s tone was dead serious, while she managed to enter the apartment “Talk to me” she then said. Under the pressure of those fucking gorgeous eyes, the young one crumbled and started crying in the middle of her living room. “I’m so stupid, and I fucking care so much” were the only words Cracker managed to understand “and it hurts so much and…”. They spent the rest of the evening on the sofa, trying to figure out what drove them apart for the umpteenth time. At the end, they were hugging and kissing and hugging again.

Jordan, who just came back from a night of party and sex, found Aquaria and Cracker laying on the sofa, slightly snoring. Smiling at their intertwined hands, he covered the two with a blanket. “All is well…” he murmured, taking a quick photo of the cute moment, before heading to bed.

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