I Hate Your Guts. Kiss Me - Katya X Reader

Chapter Two

You made your way by Trixie’s one morning because she had invited you to kiki on her channel after your appearance on the podcast quickly became the most popular episode - plus Trixie was a sucker for success. There was an inordinate amount of comments questioning Katya and yours relationship after many fans had picked up on the low vibe Katya had resonated on the entire interview, but you refused to address any of it. Katya could be low energy if that was her perogative - she could act like a child all she wanted - but you were above it, so she could suck it. Okay, maybe you weren't totally above it, but at least you kept your grudge internal. Like a professional.

Settled into the chair, you set about doing your base, eager to chat and spend time with your new friend. Of course, this video would be uploaded to Trixie's channel in a few weeks, you were absolutely breaching your NDA by telling her anything. It worked out that Trixie's schedule was so packed, because this video going up after the episode would cover your ass for any liabilities.

“So, [D/N],” Trixie started, patting on her heavy foundation with a humongous mint green beauty blender. “What’s the real tea? An entire cast filled with nice girls is fucking impossible. Which ones were bitches?” the queen pressed, a grin pulling at the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, already much farther along in your makeup than the eccentric doll to your right. “I mean, we’re all drag queens, there’s no way there weren’t going to be some claws drawn. Maybe I was the bitch, I’ll never tell!” you teased, punctuating the last bit with a hair flip and a stupid inflection.

Swinging her head to look at you dramatically, her face lit up in a grin. Trixie was clearly very invested and knew the fans would be, too (this bitch was always chasing the money). “Wait, who? Was it,” she put a hand up to cover her mouth so that her editor could bleep this later, “Valentina?”

Rolling your eyes and snatching an index card to cut your always flawless contour, you smiled. “I mean, it’s like Jinkx always says; Delusion, convince yourself.” You squinted a little to put on the voice, knowing the ginger witch was going to absolutely cackle at your impression. Trixie also scream laughed, living for the drama as always. “To be fair, it wasn’t just her.” You tried to keep the bite out of your voice, knowing speculation would help nobody.

As you began an Elvira-esque eyeliner look, your friend smirked. “So, you were in there with a good Judy of mine, Katya. You’re both complete freaks, how did that work out? You had that acting challenge together that you both dominated. Double win on that lipsync, too, ” she added - this bitch. You had disclosed this to her earlier, and now she was stirring the pot.

You clenched your jaw for a second, glancing a side-eye to her and setting her into another squawking fit. You felt a little gipped on that lipsync, if you were being honest with yourself, but you weren’t about to cause problems for no reason. “I mean, we both made top three, so clearly we're not too bad a duo.” She began to fill in her eyeliner, grinning to herself with that drama hungry look in her eye. Wanting to change the subject, you posed a question her way. “If you had to run the gauntlet again, who would you want to compete with?”

Pausing, she pondered a minute. “Ru Paul.” You absolutely fell apart into giggles, slumping into the chair. “What? I think I could take her, don’t you think I could?” She’d put on a flirty Valley girl voice, which had you laughing even harder.

Your laughter was halted when a voice came in from the door. “You’d have to fight Michelle off Ru for a chance to even kiss ass, let alone take her,” Katya cracked, tipping Trixie into scream-laugh territory. It wasn’t even that funny though, you didn’t know why she was laughing so hard…

Still, you laughed politely, turning your attention back to the mirror in your hand. Katya drew a chair up on the other side of Trixie, cramping you all into the screen tighter. You hadn’t expected him to join you, and you were more than a little annoyed; though, true to your congenial title, you were going to be diplomatic. You couldn’t figure out why Katya seemed to hate you, nor really why you hated him to be completely honest – and yet, here he was, cramping Trixie’s filming space when it was just supposed to be you and Trixie. Your wig was about to go up in flames. Ugh.

“We were just talking about you,” you offered, in a friendly tone. “Trixie asked me about our double win. Thoughts? Or is there nothing left up there?” You’d never asked him about it before and you were genuinely curious about his opinion, but you had to slip some sort of joke in there.

“Rigged!” he cried, putting on that voice he was known all too well for. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard to your already annoyed nerves but you did your best not to let it show.

Trixie, still egging you on, laughed as she finished her eyeliner. “In whose favour? You both sucked shit, Mary!”

Rolling your eyes heavily, you smirked. Trixie was just being Trixie, after all, and you really did want to try with Katya, if just for your friend’s sake. "You would know about sucking shit. Don't think we've forgotten that homophobic Snatch Game performance, Tracey."