✔️Get Naked - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four

"Hey, kids!" You smiled holding your arms open for Trixie before quickly hugging both him and David.

"I hate when you call us kids, makes me feel so  old." David groaned, scrunching his nose playfully as he hugged you.

The couple always seemed to match and today was no exception. The both of them wore floral pattern button down t-shirts with black jeans, adorned in their signature glasses, Trixie's clear and David's black. You were sure Trixie's glasses were fake, but you only assumed David's were prescription.

"Oh." A smooth voice spoke from the doorway. Your eyes snapped to a man with a green hairdo, dressed in black. "So your the girlfriend." He hummed, quirking a perfectly drawn on eyebrow.

"Fena wanted to come geek with the dolls so we let her tag along." Trixie hummed, already going to the kitchen with the bottle of wine he came prepared with.

You'd heard all about Fena Barbital.

"So your the Boston queen with an affinity for both Star Wars and Madonna." You spoke dramatically, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes to mimic the man. "Fena Barbital!" You grinned, holding your arms out to hug him.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Hopefully Katya will finally shut up about ya." Fena groaned playfully, moving to then hug her friend.

"What's up whore?" Brian croaked, clearly in his element.

You enjoyed getting to know his world. Understanding him more and more each day had become one of your favourite pass times and every little story was cherished.

"How long until Violet graces us with her presence?" Trixie asked, pouring himself, Fena and David a glass of wine each.

"That bitch is coming too?" Fena groaned obnoxiously.

"The bitch is my best friend and she's probably gonna be late." You quickly interjected. Trixie held up the wine bottle to offer you some, but you were fast to decline, not wanting to push anything after your previous nights antics.

"Rude! We are trying to be adults doing adult things and miss Violet is LATE." Brian gasped in mock offence, coming up behind you and looping his arms around your waist. "Make her hurry up mommyyyy I'm starving." Brian croaked in the most disgusting baby voice you'd ever heard.

"Ew." David stated, taking a sip of his wine.

"You are rotted and gutted and you need to get away from me." You chuckled, pushing Brian away with your ass and slipping out of his arms to join Trixie in the kitchen. "And also- you elderly forget that me and Violet are both significantly younger than you. I'm only 26." You sighed teasingly, pouting your lip and fluttering your eyelashes as you leant forward to rest your elbows on the island and your chin in your hand.

"Shut the fuck up." Trixie groaned.

"You cradle robbing perv." Fena added, pursing his lips and shaking his head in Katya's direction.

"Age is nothing, but a number, honey." Brian croaked in his classic Maureen voice, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Katya's fucking 50. Did you know that?" Trixie asked smiling, coming over to wrap his arm protectively around your shoulders. "Do you need help, sweetie?" He asked with wide eyes and the biggest grin, causing an eruption of laughter from the room.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and you were quick to run away from Trixie and answer it.

"Babe!" You squealed, holding your arms out as Paul looked back at you with a suspiciously giddy grin, for once matching your energy.

"Gorge!" He squealed back, immediately diving into your hug and squeezing you tightly.

"Ba humbug." Fena groaned obnoxiously.