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artificialqueens · 5 years

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The Exhaustion One (Biadore) - Whiskey Neat

A/N: Finally finished this after 84 years. I have a lot of ideas for future fics and I have a couple of them partially written but I can never seem to put a whole story together in a reasonable amount of time so I’ll see y'all again in 84 more years when I decide to get my shit together and actually finish a story. In the meantime, enjoy this one! (also I apologize for the formatting of the last fic I submitted. Idk why it looked like that but hopefully this one won’t look the same)

Summary: Adore is tired and no one understands until she snaps.

Waking up at 5am was not something Adore Delano was prepared to be doing so often. It was exhausting. The early mornings had been going on for about a month, since she was on tour with a group of other drag race girls. Lately, they’d been having to do promotional stuff for later dates of the tour, which meant their call times had to be in the early hours of the morning as to not interfere with their shows in the evening.

Today they had a photoshoot at 7am, which meant Adore had to get up at 5, be full drag by 6, and leave the hotel at 6:15 in a van full of drag queens who didn’t understand that she barely felt awake enough to even breathe until at least 10am.

Adore woke up in a particularly bad mood. She wasn’t sure if it was the hangover or just the knowledge that she had to deal with such a long day lying ahead of her that made her so anxious and angry, but at this point, the thought of leaving her warm cocoon of blankets on the bed made her feel physically sick.

Her phone vibrated on the bedside table signaling that Bianca was calling. Adore meant to hit ‘decline’ but hit ‘accept’ by accident and groaned into the speaker as a greeting.

“Are you up?” Bianca asked.

“Get fucked” Adore croaked and ended the call, slamming her phone back down on the table so hard the screen probably shattered but she didn’t care. That wouldn’t have been the first phone she broke this year.

She laid in bed for a few more minutes, wondering if she should fake sick or something so she could sleep for just one more hour but she knew Michelle would never fall for it.

Wrapping a blanket around herself, she trudged to the vanity and fell into the chair, looking at her reflection in the mirror and trying to figure out how she could put the least amount of makeup on but still cover up how dead she looked.

After having to wipe her eyebrows off and re-draw them about 3 times out of pure frustration, she finally finished her makeup. While she was getting dressed, her phone vibrated and lit up again. The clock read 6:17. Shit. She was late. A text from Bianca also showed on the screen.

My Willow: “You better get your ass down here NOW. Michelle is pissed.“

Great. Now she’s never going to hear the end of it. Just what she needed today, right?

Adore rushed to put her favorite black wig on and throw a few things in her backpack, before pulling a sweatshirt on over her outfit and heading to the parking lot where everyone was waiting.

“Adore, you have to be more responsible with these things. When I tell you to be out here at a certain time I expect you to actually be here instead of keeping us all waiting” Michelle scolded as soon as Adore was in sight.

“Yeah okay mom” She said in a flat tone.

“Adore…” Bianca said, resting her hand on Adore’s shoulder to warn her that this wasn’t the time for her ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.

“Don’t touch me.” Adore snapped as she roughly shrugged Bianca’s hand off and got in the van, putting her sunglasses on and curling up in the back seat.

“Damn, who shit in her cereal?” Detox asked, as Michelle and the other queens just silently looked at each other and shrugged before getting in the van themselves.

Courtney and Bianca sat with Adore in the back seat, Bianca in the middle.

Adore had her head resting against the cool window as they drove. Her hood was up and her sunglasses still on so Bianca had no way of reading her emotions without getting the younger queen’s attention.

“Looks like someone’s really feeling her brat fantasy today” Bianca teased, nudging Adore’s side.

Usually this would make Adore laugh, or at least crack smile, but today she just squeezed her crossed arms tighter against her body, trying to escape Bianca’s touch and go to sleep.

“Yeah Adore, is it cause you didn’t get any dick last night?” Detox chimed in, wiggling her bright yellow eyebrows.

Disappointed when Adore didn’t respond, Detox glanced at Bianca and shrugged, turning back to her conversation with Violet.

“Adore, is everything okay?” Bianca whispered, poking her leg. Bianca decided she wasn’t going to stop annoying her until Adore either cheered up or told her what’s wrong.

Adore on the other hand, was about to snap Bianca’s arm off. Every poke of Bianca’s finger into her fishnet covered thigh brought her one step closer to the edge of insanity. She thought she’d made it pretty clear that she didn’t feel like talking, so why couldn’t everyone just leave her alone? At this point, she honestly felt like crying. If Bianca didn’t stop soon she actually might, and ruining her makeup before an important photoshoot was the last thing she wanted to do today.

“I’m fine. Now can you stop?!” Adore whisper-shouted, grabbing Bianca’s hand roughly and setting it back in the older queen’s lap before crossing her own arms against her body again and returning to her original position.

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Whatever queen” she said, giving up and keeping her hands to herself for the rest of the car ride.

When the queens arrived at the building where the photoshoot was, they were ushered into a dressing room where they could touch up their makeup and have a few minutes to chill while the photographer got ready.

All the other queens lost themselves in conversation with each other, talking and laughing loudly while Adore sat by her vanity in silence, adding more dark green lipstick to her plump lips.

Soon, Bianca broke away from the group of talkative queens and walked towards Adore. She was going to try one more time to find out why her friend was so grumpy.

As soon as Adore saw Bianca leave the group, she prayed to everything holy that the older queen wasn’t coming to talk to her.

“Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here, please don’t-”

“Adore?"

"Fuck.”

Adore didn’t look up, face hidden by her wig. She just closed the tube of Crocodile Tears lipstick and squeezed it so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“You’ve barely said one word all day, and every word you have said has been bitchy, which is MY gig by the way, and now you’re ignoring everyone. Do you want to tell me what the problem is?” Bianca asked.

Adore’s breathing quickened and she closed her eyes. “Not now Bianca.” she begged in her mind. If Bianca continued she was definitely going to cry.

“And don’t say you’re fine cause I know you’re not” Bianca pressed on.

“Wow, what fucking genius” Adore thought. “Maybe if I keep ignoring her she’ll go away.”

“Come on, you know you can tell me anything.” Bianca said, still seeing no reaction from Adore other than the younger queen’s body visibly shaking from how shallow her breaths were. She laid her hand on Adore’s shoulder in attempts to calm her.

As soon as Adore felt Bianca’s hand touch her it was like she got struck by lightning. The dam broke and her face scrunched up as she let out a sob. Forcefully she pushed all the makeup off her vanity onto the floor with a loud crash as she stood up and stumbled backwards, running out of the room.

The sudden outburst gained the attention of everyone, including Michelle who was entering the room at the same time Adore was exiting.

“Whoever is responsible for…..that,” Michelle said, motioning out the door, “better go fix it."

Everyone stared at Bianca.

"NOW!” Michelle ordered when no one moved.

Bianca rushed out of the room, asking a random person in the hallway if they had seen a 6 foot tall, crying drag queen run past here at any point, and surprisingly they had. The man pointed towards a hallway that led to a back lounge.

Heels clicking as she walked down the hall, Bianca hesitantly entered the room.

She spotted the younger queen curled up on a long red couch. Her eyes were closed and Bianca almost thought she was sleeping until those bloodshot green eyes slid open at the presence in the room.

“Pussyface? Can we talk please?” Bianca asked, slowly shuffling forward until she was a few feet from the couch.

Adore shook her head and sniffled, letting out a shaky sigh.

“I just wanna know what’s wro-“

Adore’s body shot up into a sitting position. “I seriously can’t deal with this right now Bianca, can you please just go?!” she pleaded, voice cracking at the end.

“Adore. What’s. Wrong.”

“GET OUT!”

“Just tell me!”

“…I’m tired, okay?! I’m so fucking tired I can’t even think anymore! I can’t remember the last time my head didn’t hurt or the last time I got more than 3 hours of fucking sleep per night! It’s so obvious that I feel like complete shit and you all just make fun of me for not being in a good mood. I can’t keep doing this, Bianca. I thought you, of all people, would understand but clearly you don’t, so just leave me alone and let me sleep….please Bianca just let me fucking sleep…” Adore begged through tears, body falling back onto the cushions.

Bianca heaved out a sigh. She knew that feeling; being worked so hard you can barely function. But this was normal for her. She was always working for months at a time with close to zero breaks. Adore on the other hand wasn’t used to this. Her gigs were usually at least a week or two apart with plenty of time to rest in-between.

Taking a few steps forward until she reached the couch, Bianca sat down on the edge in front of Adore’s stomach, because apparently she didn’t understand what the words “leave me alone” meant.

“I’m sorry” she started, reaching for one of Adore’s hands and holding it in hers. Adore didn’t fight this time. “I do understand how you’re feeling. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was this bad.”

Adore sighed deeply and gave Bianca’s hand a weak squeeze. “It’s okay” she whispered.

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, the only motion in the room being Bianca’s thumb rubbing back and forth across Adore’s knuckles. The younger queen was slipping closer to unconsciousness as the explosive part of her breakdown finally melted back into exhaustion.

“Stay here and sleep. I’ll tell them you’re not feeling well and need to sit today out. We can talk more later” Bianca said, breaking the silence.

“Mhmm thanks Willow” Adore mumbled against the fabric of the couch. “M’sorry I yelled at you”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Seriously.” Bianca reassured, squeezing Adore’s hand once more before getting up from the couch.

“I love you”

“I love you too Pussyface”

#rpdr fanfiction #biadore #adore delano #bianca del rio #michelle visage #hurt/comfort #fluff #whiskey neat #submission #canon compliant

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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Know It All: Xmen evolution fanfic Chapter Three

Title: Know It All

Chapter Three

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).

Violet Ashbourne is a gifted human hacker in possession of a radio, a secret device that gains her access to a large underground information network and electronics all over the world. Human and mutant coexistence has always been her goal, but will the betrayal of her mutant mother and father- once partners to her rise to power- distort her beliefs? Will the X-men be able to save her from her own pride and ambition? Or will she sacrifice everything, including the only boy she’s ever trusted, for vengeance?

The bus's small window fits the picturesque landscape of overlapping trees and emerald groves. The tranquil squirrels and deer drift carefully along the thick branches and bubbly bushes. Evan's pointing finger drags everyone to shoot to the windows, a breath of relaxation washing over us once our eyes meet the mirroring water of the river running through jagged, copper rocks. "It's beautiful." Kitty sighs. "Yeah," I answer so quietly as if part of me was too proud to admit it. The bus swerves gently around the path until we reach an opened dirt entrance with four cabins surrounding it. A low chime comes from my phone informing me of my lack of service. Luckily, I packed a hotspot box, but part of me still felt anxious about not having access to my files. I feel... vulnerable, more than usual. A sudden stop jolts me forward, signaling the others to get up. I am the last to step out and fall into the line formed at the side of the bus.

A grizzly man walks in front of the long line of students, "You will be taking 20-mile hikes, rappelling 200-foot cliffs and crossing treacherous water with no more than a rope and all the courage you can muster! Do you read me?!"

"Yes, Sergeant Hawk!" the students yell out.

"I said do you read me?!"

"YES SIR, SERGEANT HAWK SIR!"

"Scott sumner!"

"Summers, Sir."

"Well, Summers-"

I tap along my phone, trying to tune out all the yelling until I feel an elbow jab me. Evan looks down at my phone and quickly to the side, warning signs in his eyes. I follow his eyes to the grizzly man who is staring at me with rage.

"It was clear that there are to be NO electronics allowed." he towers over me, the shade from his hat cooling me down.

"Oh no, no. I'm not with them." I smile pointing at the others.

"Oh, so you're with the other team?" Sergeant Hawk asks.

"Other team?" I glance over and see the brotherhood composed of Lance, Pietro, Todd and bob all looking as pathetic as the files I have on them.

I snort, "No, absolutely not with them."

Sergeant Hawk snatches my phone. "In that case, Xavier didn't mention anything about the Queen of England coming, so you are to fall in line like everyone else!" his spit lands on my face as he turns, my phone locked in his grip. "Oh okay, you just hold on to that one then!" I groan with a fake smile. I kneel and unhook the second phone from the side of my boot.

"As I was saying . Because of Scott Summer's scholastic achievements at Baville high, he will be your team leader. " Sergeant Hawk stares at me again, wide-eyed as I tap along my backup phone. "Did you not hear a thing I just said?!" He gets in my face again.

"Sir, I'm sure Charles Xavier sent you an email about my the extent of my 'involvement'. You can even use my phone to check! I promise you that I'm not involved in all," I flay my hand around, "This."

Sergeant Hawk raises his brow, the lines around his mouth weighing down.

"I mean this place is quaint, with all your dirt," I shift my foot, accidentally sprinkling some onto his boots, "and uh... you."

He yanks the second phone from me, "If I see another phone come out of god knows where your entire team is doing 500 sit-ups. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

My brows narrow and I wipe the spit from my bare shoulder, "Transparently."

"You have 10 minutes to stow your gear in your cabins! Go, go, go!"

"Ugh, I'm not going to last one day here!" Kitty complains, sitting on her luggage.

"You?! I'm a city boy, I wasn't built for this." Even joins.

"What did ve ever do to deserve this?" Kurt groans.

"Enough complaining." I stomp ahead, my duffle bag swung uncomfortably over my shoulder, " let's just get this over with."

"Here, let me get that for you." Kurt rushes over and gently removes the duffle bag from my arm. I glare at him, " Next time you convince me to go somewhere, make sure it has wifi that I can actually use."

"Sorry." he mutters.

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"You will be racing to the top of Mt. Humiliation to retrieve a flag I had placed at the top. "Cakewalk!" The silver-haired boy steps up, "You watching pretty girl?" he turns and winks at me.

"Ugh." I groan. If all of these exercises weren't enough, Pietro's constant flirting was driving me near insanity.

"Not if I get there first." Kurt smiles proudly.

Mutants are all the same. They think just because their abilities allow them to cheat through life that everyone else is stuck with the short straw.

"Everyone in your team needs to make it to that mountain!" Sergeant Hawk growls, "And I want a picture as proof!"

"Like, that's if they don't cheat first." Kitty hisses at the brotherhood.

"Hey, we could beat you guys without our powers," Lance shouts, mostly directed at Scott.

"Alright, a fair game, no powers. Come on, guys!" Scott shouts.

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We all run for miles along the mountain, until gradually we slow to a jog, "Sooo, like what's my favorite food." Kitty asks me.

"Are we still playing this game?" I huff, weaving the sweaty tangles out of my hair. "Come on! It's like so boring."

I sigh, giving in, " Hummas and pickle quesadilla, as bizarre as that sounds."

"Ooh, do me next." Rogue chimes in.

Before I can answer Jean interrupts, "I don't get what so cool about knowing all our favorite foods are."

She walks past me, bumping into my shoulder nervously.

"Is it that hard to impress you... Miss. Phoenix?"

She stops, "how did you-"

"Trust me, I know more about you than you ever will." I return the hostile bump and walk ahead of the girls, trailing behind Scott, Kurt, and Evan.

"Kurt pop up and see if the flag is still there."

Kurt turns, smiles briefly at me and then at Jean who is distracted, "Are you sure Jean will be okay vit that?"

"Don't you want to win?" Scott persuades.

"Figures." I butt in, scraping the dirt from my painted nails.

Scott and Kurt look at me with drooping eyes, "Oh am I in your way?" I ask and raise my wrists.

"If you could just step back like two feet," Scott asks nicely or at least tried to.

My eyes narrow and I realize... this is why Xavier wanted me to come here so badly. To neutralize them. Like I care if they cheat.

I take a giant step back and signal for Kurt to teleport.

"The flag is still there," he shouts as he reappears within seconds.

"Good," Scott hands Evan a rope, "forget climbing, spike this up."

"Uh, you sure?"

Scott glares at Evan.

"You look sure to me." Evan steps away from me and hurtles a spike into the cliff above.

Jean makes her entrance and glares at Scott as he hands her the rope. She climbs freehand and the others follow, taking their sides with Jean or the rope. I stare at the top that distorts as my vision blurs.

"Are you okay?" Scott grabs my hand.

"I'm not exactly a fan of heights."

"Oh." he looks at the steep cliff and then back at me. "Come here."

I watch him bend down and unexpectedly hook his arms around the back of my knees, pulling me against his back. "Hold on tight."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I nearly choke him as he begins to climb, nails digging deeper into his chest. He never complained though, but by how Jean snarled at me I can tell she wasn't too happy about this predicament.

"You are too kind, Scott." I thank.

"Anytime, Violet. That's what a team is for."

I am taken back, absolutely speechless.

We reach the top and Scott lowers me down softly, holding me steady until he's comfortable my queasiness is gone.

"HELP!" screams come from ahead, jolting us to investigate. I watch from a distance as the X-men rush into action, pulling the brotherhood out from a crumbling mine, being told to keep my distance several times. Their powers working in perfect sync, all unique... all useful.

A hand shocks me out of my depressive episode as Rogue pulls me to follow the others to the top of the mountain.

They all thank each other, leaving me in the distance to regain my breath. "Violet!" Someone shouts. They are all posing for a picture, signaling me to join. I cautiously squeeze in, arms folded, leaning away as the flash blares.

"Hey! Its the X-jet!" Evan yells pointing at the blackbird hovering above us. Storm walks out, "The Professor needs your help!"

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Snarling and crashing comes from the danger room as we all rush to stop The Juggernaut, both Brotherhood and Xmen. We jump through a hole in the wall watching as Wolverine dodges the Juggernauts attacks. I watch as Kitty and Rogue lift each other up to unhinge the Juggernauts helmet, failing the first time. Kurt teleports onto him, successfully unhinging one latch before being flung to the wall beside me.

"He's too strong!" someone yells.

I place my hand on Kurt's head as he regains consciousness, "I'm okay." he groans, leaning into my touch.

"Sorry kid." Logan's raspy voice comes from behind me as he forcibly flings me across the floor, right underneath the Juggernaut. I scream and block my face as he readies to strike me.

The giant Iron rod in his hands causes him to tumble back as all his strength is drained by my bands. "Impossible." he roars, staring at his hands and then at me. Suddenly, Pietro, Scott, and Logan tackle him and remove the helmet. Logan grabs me and slides me rapidly across the smooth granite floor away from Professor Xavier.

I turn back seeing the Juggernaut passed out and everyone begin to cheer. It takes me a moment to get up and without warning I stomp over to Logan who looks at me confused, opening his hand to apologize. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

SMACK

The blood in my hand pumps from the sudden sting, Logan's face in shock as he touches the perfect red handprint across his cheek. "You have the AUDACITY to throw me into danger like a ragdoll?!" I scream, the Xmen and Brotherhood taking a step back. He grips the side of his cheek, "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would." he groans, chuckling.

"And YOU!" I point at Xavier, "Don't you ever use me as a tool to neutralize your students again! Forge better have a lead on how to get these damn things off because I want out of this Horror House!"

I stomp off hearing only silence from behind me.

(Chapter Four will be posted Wednesday, June 19, 2019)

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fakefiends · 7 years

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stuff i dont wanna lose in my notes

Spinning On That Dizzy Edge It's Friday, I'm in love. He needed to sleep. He needed a break because it was his own damn fault that he stayed up all night lurking on Roy's Instagram. He tried to sleep, but it only came in intervals of 5 minutes, leaving him dizzy as he had to get up to get ready for a soundcheck. He stayed quiet for the most part, taking a few hits out of a joint, thinking it'd make him hyper, but he was so wrong. "Adore..." "I don't think we're gonna wake her up.." "Just leave her alone, I got it." the voices from the other queens hovered above her didn't do much, she just listened with her face rested on her jacket. She fell asleep on the couch, Roy trying to gently wake her up as other queens resorted to yelling. "Aww, let Bianca take care of her baby." Violet joked, laughing softly. "Shut up." --------------- ########### Danny woke up with a headache from the heat, curled up on an uncomfortable couch. His panic then arose as he realized everyone was already half-ready, he was still a boy, with his cheeks flushed and hair messed up and sweaty. "The Sleeping Beauty's awake!" Jinkx announced, looking over at a confused, tired Danny. "Thanks." he said dryly, sitting up and wincing, holding his head and sighing, "What time is it?" "Like... 6? The show starts in 2 hours." Courtney mumble-answered, trying to get her nose contour right. "Oh." He got himself together and got his makeup bags from the corner where they were brought in with everyone else's drag from the bus, sitting himself down and playing some music from his speaker to get himself alive. Starting his makeup, he downed two Red Bulls waiting for the powder to set. ------------- %%%%%%%% 8:00. Showtime. It didn't take long for Adore to get her outfit together, besides the tights and everything. Expensive, cheap-looking dress, a leather jacket, long, wavy black wig with cat ears. Better than clipping together a costume. She heard Bianca hosting on stage, a smile creeping its way onto her face as she smoked, 'Friday I'm In Love' playing so she could get her voice together before her performance. - what is the utmost upsetting, and disappointing realization i have had in all years of life, is that the human race will not learn. we learn from past yet do not look forward whenever there is an approaching red light to simply stop, and analyze. look forward, know your people, know what the options are, and what will happen for each. chances taken with thought and are easily explained are better taken than chances that are impulsive and the only thing you can say to them is, "because that's how it is." i am just now growing, my mind is changing and i now understand that as you become an adult, you somehow become the clueless toddler that asks questions such as, "why is the sky blue?" im dumb as hell - I should have left you The moment I saw that stupid smile. Adore felt like she was in the clouds as she felt the other queen's lips against hers. Courtney's touch was gentle, comforting, treating her like fine china as her lips slowly meshed against Adore's. Soon she pulled away, laughing softly and stroking the taller girl's cheek as she was left breathless in her tipsy state. Adore glanced down at her, flustered under all of her makeup. "M-More.." she whispered, a lazy smile drawn on her lips, and Courtney pulled her out of the small bathroom and to an unoccupied room, in the midst of a loud party. I'm deluded to stay, dress rolled up by my waist But you had me at 'goodbye'. Adore again, catching her breath with the queen inbetween her legs, arms around her neck as her black dress was pushed up and out of their way. It was hot, not at all sober.. again, and controlled. Too controlled but the taller queen couldn't help but submit to the blonde's small touches and kisses to drive her crazy. The next morning was a guilty, dirty feeling. A feeling of disgust and regret, yet Danny knew that by the time the night rolled back that he'd be in the same exact position. Sent texts at 6:25 AM saying 'I'm sorry.' and, 'I hope this doesn't change us as friends' still couldn't erase the anxiety slowly building up in him. But that was Courtney. ABC. His best friend and the thought of not having her there sent an even worse chill and an even deeper feeling in his stomach. I hate you every time I fuck you But I close the door Cause I'm young and insecure I loved you, what am I supposed to do? It's all we're good for. Danny couldn't bring himself to climb out of bed the day of an interview with Courtney. Even with Bianca's gentle reassurances and strokes of his cheek to make him feel better, he stuck with the sick excuse and while they were gone, he just got on his laptop and tried to empty his brain with poetry coming out in caps and typos and frantic fingers onto the keys with the same thought in his head. I am disgusting, you are my friend, and we are not one. You don't know me when I'm not high Boy you're only as good as the hole in my skirt And the bruises on my thigh. mmmm Twas bad - Slouching Toward Nirvana, Part 1 (Biadore) Things weren't the best with Danny. He had the best house on the block, yet it was only occupied by one boy. Well, and a few ghosts. Writing was his only hobby at this point, playing a few scratchy chords on his new guitar, not sure of anything. He became a hermit, his only friend becoming beer, weed and his favorite shirt, the word 'sad' always coming up in the lyrics he scrawled down. That's what he was. Just a sad, sad boy. He'd occasionally go out for even more drinks with John, but the days that passed during his break only included weed, beer, and well.. his favorite shirt. He wasn't necessarily sad now, just content, and looking back and bringing back feelings he would've never dared gone back to just to write the songs, making his mood very solemn. Distract and sedate, everything is okay. Problem was, he knew that. He had a lot of time to just sit back and think. Sometimes that isn't the best thing, so he just turned to social media sites, making his feelings turn into little song teases, and gifs, just to keep his followers on their feet. All of them usually just tweeted him if he was okay, since he wasn't getting out, and just drinking, and they weren't wrong, but he'd just tell them he was fine, and he was just relaxing. One night, in Danny's very silent bedroom, he'd drained himself completely. Hit after hit on his joint, he just stared up to the ceiling. Recharging. He'd thought a lot about tours he's been on, all of the guys he'd become attached to, all too fast. That can drain him quick. To break the peaceful thoughts of the boy, his phone had gone off with a text message, startling him a bit. He didn't get many texts anymore, since they all knew he was just slaving away to his boy music, focusing. But once he sighed deeply and set the lit joint onto the ash tray carefully, he sat up and grabbed the phone, squinting and turning down the brightness immediately. It was Bianca. That contact name showing up on his lockscreen was enough to make him crack a smile, before he read the text leading up to it. Are you awake? But he knew the other man's intentions were to get him to the energetic, jolly state the boy was usually in, so he just set the phone down, and rested on his back again. He wanted to reply, and he felt bad leaving him on read, but he couldn't bare having the same repeated conversations of, "Are you okay?" Yes. "..But are you really?" It was a lot of contemplating, but he mustered up the confidence to hold up the phone, and type back a casual 'Yeah, what's up?' and maybe a few emojis. Bianca had the three little dots appearing at the bottom of the text thread almost immediately, and Danny swore this was the only time in his entire life he'd not been looking forward to talking to the queen. Just checking in. I'm going to be in LA for the tour this Wednesday, flying in tomorrow. Danny wasn't expecting this at all, and his mood had almost completely changed. Wait for it.... Do you wanna hang out? Fuck yeah. Danny smiled brightly, quickly typing out a response. 'Of course! What time?' he added a heart emoji to that, incredibly estatic that his favorite person in the whole world was going to visit him again, after months of only texts, he'd get the hug he only dreamed of. Their conversation continued until Danny fell asleep with his phone by his face, his joint finished, and his face becoming peaceful. He dreamed of bliss. - Mmm Twas Bad

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Roses & Violets (Katlaska) Chapter 1 - Angelina

AN- For as long as he could remember, Brian has always seen Justin as this ethereal being who couldn’t be touched, that he was on his own planet above everyone else. When All Stars 2 finally comes around, Brian’s perfect illusion of Justin is crushed, and he finally gets to see the sad little boy underneath. For Justin, All Stars 2 is his last chance. He will not settle for anything less than the crown. No distraction will get in his way, no matter who or what it is. This is their journey to accepting each other, flaws and all.

(Before we begin I want to thank Vixen for giving me the idea and Dottie for betaing it. This is my first RPDR fic, so bear with me. If I have my way its gonna be a long slowburn. The name of the fic comes from “Roses and Violets” by Alexander Jean.)

Tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow Brian would throw himself head first to the wolves once again. When he first got the call for All Stars 2 he wasn’t sure if he was going to accept the offer. Season 7 had just ended, and anyone who managed to catch the show knew that it was almost his downfall, his breaking point. But even with all his hardships, he knew that he couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Sure, his confidence took a huge hit during the filming of season 7, but ever since it aired he has gained a fanbase that was so supportive he started to look at himself in a positive light for the first time in what felt like forever.

He realizes that going back to a place where his already shaky mental stability took a huge blow is probably not his best idea and truly counterproductive, but he can’t help but think that it will be different this time. Maybe, just maybe, he could actually win the whole thing. Wishful thinking? Probably, but he is too excited to care. He can’t help but wonder who else is going to walk through the pink doors of the work room tomorrow. All he does know is Trixie will not be one of the queens joining him this season. He knows this because he just happened to be with her when he first got the call and he couldn’t keep his mouth shut (he’s sorry, please don’t tell Ru).

A certain faux blonde suddenly sneaks its way into his head before he can stop himself. Justin Andrew Honard has been someone he has caught himself thinking a lot about lately His obsessive tendencies make sure he is never too far from the forefront of his mind. He wasn’t joking when he told Alaska before the season 7 crowning that he thinks about her every single day. Even though he is pretty sure that the flirting was mutual, he doesn’t think Alaska took it as seriously as it was supposed to be perceived. Trixie smacked him over the head as soon as Alaska walked away, chastising his complete lack of subtlety.

Honestly Brian doesn’t know where this almost full blown obsession came from. Alaska was always his favorite Ru Girl before he went on the show, so it’s not that alarming. However, he knows it’s probably not healthy to be so addicted to a person. At least it’s a step up from being addicted to crystal meth so that’s progress I guess. And before anyone accuses him of being a crazy stalker he hasn’t done anything illegal or insane like go through Justin’s mail, even if he might have thought about it once but no, moving on we are not going into that.

He purposely makes his thoughts shift from Justin onto the other possibilities for AS2. He thought it was a given that where Alaska goes, Roxxxy and Detox follow. He wasn’t exactly excited to deal with the cliqueness of Rolaskatox but if it comes down to the 3 of them and Brian, he hopes he can come up from behind and pull a Jinkx Monsoon and take the crown. Moving on from the unholy trinity of drag (or was that the AAA girls, he swears Justin is in too many cliques for him to keep track), he thinks about who else he will be seeing in the morning.

He has a sneaking suspicion that Ginger would be there, because the last time he talked to her she had been very adamant that they would be spending a lot of time together this summer and he highly doubts it was a coincidence. Other than those, he honestly has no idea who else he will be seeing the work room. Ornacia can show up without Vivacious for all he knew. But at least for now, he shut his mind off from theorizing so he can get some sleep. Tomorrow was the big day after all.

Unbeknownst to Brian, Justin was in his own hotel room a few doors down. While AS2 was a fun opportunity to Brian, to Justin it was his last chance to fully reach his potential. If he doesn’t walk away with the crown and scepter, he honestly isn’t sure how he will continue on with his drag career. He knows he probably being over dramatic, but that’s only because he cares so much. Drag race has been his life since he first sent in a audition tape in for season one.

He was turned down year after year, and when Aaron got on the show his first try and won the whole thing his self esteem was shot. He promised himself that he would audition one more time and if he was turned down again he would move on with his life and accept that it wasn’t meant to be.Thankfully he did get on season 5, and even managed to get to the final three. But when Jinkx’s name was called as the winner and not Alaska’s, time stopped. It was at that moment he knew that his and Aaron’s relationship was doomed. He would forever be known as the half of the royal drag couple without the crown. He would never be able to escape Aaron’s shadow if they stayed together, and that thought was in the back of his mind when he cheated on Aaron with a nameless guy in Florida.

He was not exactly happy with how the relationship ended,with him leaving after yet another drunken argument that turned psychical. He is however, glad they ended it because for once in his life he can actually say it is possible to be friends with an ex. But the reason he is here ready to Bianca Del Rio the hell out of the competition is because he still seeks approval to this day. He believes that maybe Rupaul didn’t think that he wasn’t ready to become America’s next drag superstar the first go around, and honestly Justin agrees. If his won season 5, he would probably still be in a toxic relationship with Aaron and they would both be miserable having to put up a happy front to all the fans while they wear their matching crowns.

But he’s different now, he’s ready. He was (mostly) clean and sober, and because of that he enjoys how his career has gone so far. He has a successful career, album, web show with his brother, and girl group with the AAA girls. But all of that doesn’t compare to a shiny headpiece. He still wants the crown and he will stop at nothing to get it. He will shut off all his emotions because they got the better of him last time. He will show no vulnerabilities, he won’t let the audience view him as weak. He will be so perfect that Ru would have no other choice to name him America’s Next Drag All Star, where he will sit on the wall next to Chad Michaels for the rest of eternity. He has a mission. He has a goal. And it all starts tomorrow.

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