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A/N: a fun fact, I almost burst into fucking TEARS when I finally finished this chapter. I am SO SORRY for the wait of approximately 213 days (seriously folks…if your fav fic doesn’t get updated after like…2 weeks…just think…you could be reading this piece of shit) but HERE IT IS GUYS, chapter 4 of every mobile user’s waking fucking nightmare, Just The Game We’re In!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In case any new readers need a rundown, this fic is inspired by the best TV show on god’s green earth, The Thick Of It. This one goes out to every single one of you that has waited so so patiently for this update, I love the actual heart and souls of you. Also to the gals at AQ Brits who have kept me (in)sane writing this monster. This chapter holds two of the most favourite scenes I’ve ever written and is generally a bit of a wild ride, so I hope you all enjoy!!

Plot Summary: Willam is a senior political advisor to the government’s minister for social affairs and citizenship, Sharon Needles. Throw in a crush on co-worker Courtney, Sharon acting weird around Willam’s colleague Alaska, an incompetent press department headed by Actual Living Zombie Jinkx Monsoon, and Willam’s job couldn’t get much more stressful. No wonder spin doctor Bianca Del Rio is permanently at the end of her tether…

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anonymous asked:

Wow i am loving these drabbles you've been doing, could i send idea? Bianca and Adore where Bianca does really fishy drag for a change and everyone is surprised :) thank you x

Thank you darling!
Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!

Bianca wanted a change. She was fed up of being predictable. She wanted to be like the other queens for just one night. She didn’t want to be the funny one. Being the funny one didn’t grasp the attention she wanted. She needed to do something totally unexpected. And then maybe she would notice her. Maybe stirring things up a bit would finally catch her eye.

She toned down her make-up dramatically. She wore smaller top lashes and didn’t wear any bottom ones. She was lighter on her contour and didn’t overdraw her lips quite so much. She found a long curly dark wig she hadn’t worn in years and spent ages picking out just the right outfit. When she was finished, she didn’t recognise the person staring back at her. She looked fishy as hell, she was basically unclockable. God the other queens were in for a shock, but there was only one she cared about.

When she exited her dressing room Courtney was the first to notice her. Her eyes widened as she took in Bianca’s appearance. The toned down make-up and wig was just the tip of the iceberg. Instead of her usual long gowns she wore a short vintage dress that billowed out in a 1960’s style. It was low cut and she contoured on her cleavage. Courtney looked her up and down a few times, not sure what to make of this.
‘Are you coming for my gig girl?’ She came closer to Bianca, still wide eyed. ‘You look…I didn’t think you had it in you.’ The blonde chuckled a little, still trying to take this all in. Bianca suddenly felt a little silly.
'Do I look ok? I mean really?’
'You look amazing!’ Courtney smiled. 'What’s brought this on?’
'I just felt like a change.’ Bianca shrugged. Just then the door opened and Adore strolled in.
'Court have you seen my-’ she stopped when she noticed Bianca. 'Holy shit.’ Her jaw practically dropped open as she stared at the older queen. Bianca felt really silly now. What would Adore think of her? She probably thought she looked stupid, I’m too old to be dressing like this.
'I know it’s dumb, I was just going to change.’ Bianca sighed. She’d gotten her attention, but for all the wrong reasons. She turned to head back to her dressing room. She didn’t realise Adore had gotten closer until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Bianca spun back around to look at the younger queen. Adore smiled at her and then turned to look at Courtney over her shoulder.
'Can you give us a minute Court?’
The blonde nodded and took her leave. Adore turned back to Bianca.
'What’s all this about?’ She smiled a little. 'I was just experimenting. It’s dumb. I look dumb.’
'No you don’t!’ Adore laughed lightly. 'You look incredible.’
'Really?’ Bianca frowned, not believing her.
'Really!’ Adore insisted. 'I mean you always look incredible but…’ the younger queen trailed off, looking away from Bianca.
'What?’ Surely she couldn’t have heard her right? Adore looked back at her and even with her layers of make-up on Bianca could see her blushing.
'Just forget I said that. I didn’t mean for that to come out.’ Adore turned her back on Bianca. Bianca was stunned. This whole time she’d been desperate for Adore to notice her, to look at her in that way and she had all along?
'I did this for you.’ Bianca called after her. Adore turned back to her. 'I did this because I wanted you to think I was beautiful.’
Adore frowned a little and stepped closer to Bianca.
'Are you kidding me? I’ve always thought you were beautiful. I thought it was obvious.’ She was still blushing.
'You…you really think that?’
Adore bit her lip and nodded.
'Always. Whether you’re caked in make-up or whether your just Roy. I think you’re beautiful. You don’t have to change for me.’
Bianca’s heart soared. She didn’t have any words to say to that so instead she grabbed Adore by the waist and kissed her. The younger queen kissed her back, their lipsticks meshing together. When the kiss ended Adore bit her lip again shyly.
'Wow.’ The younger queen breathed.
'Wow indeed.’ Bianca laughed.
'I hope there’s more where that came from.’
'As many as you like.’ Bianca kissed her again. 'Does this mean I can go back to my normal look? I don’t feel like Bianca in this.’ The older queen laughed again. Adore laughed too and nodded.
'Yes please do, this is kinda freaking me out.’
'But it did what it was suppose to. You noticed me.’ Bianca smiled at her. Adore smiled too and gave Bianca one last kiss.
'I could never not notice you.’ She spoke into her lips. 'Go sort yourself out we have a show to do. And maybe after I’ll let you take me out.’ Adore winked at her before sauntering away. Bianca sighed in content. Fishy drag definitely wasn’t for her. But it had served its purpose. Bianca had finally got her girl.