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Part 3 of A Heistwives Kinda Job
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Funkie

Summary:

As you wished, another part of my Heist Wifes Series!

This one shows the women getting together in their heist family, and how they actually all take part in the planning of the job :)

Notes:

Please regarding that, while still mainly focusing on HeistWifes, this fic is now also Rose/Daphne (or ArtWifes as CaptainPKM calls them)!
#dontlikedontread

Chapter 1: First Appearance: Daphne Kruger

Notes:

I have absolutely no idea why I named this fic 'Funkie'?? I think I was drunk at the time I drafted the first version and needed a title... Something about merging a few words? I honestly don't remember which ones xD

Taking suggestions for alternative titles!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Daphne Kruger truly enjoys the life she built for herself.

At least, she enjoys that she is good at it.

Yes, she might never have been the brightest person when it came to studying mathmatics and chemistry in school- but she had other skills. And she simply chose the course of life that made best use of them.

Her best feature are Daphne's, for lack of a better word, people skills. And one of those skills made sure that she was definitely brighter than any of the people in the room would suspect...

It's both because by now she has a reputation to maintain, and for other reasons- reasons that made her choose this kind of reputation in the first place.

First of all, someone who obviously doesn't know what they are talking about doesn't get taken seriously- which means no trouble of 'wrong' political affiliations, or other scandals when she's sleeping with the wrong person just for fun- the public always expects the other party to be the wrongdoer.

Instead of taking her seriously, people focus on her charm and beauty- and that, she can deliver.

 

 

"Who are you wearing?"

Yes, she has brought it far with her way of life, sitting in a chair high above the journalists, talking about the upcoming Met Gala.

And of course she knows what this woman actually wants to know. She's not that dull. Instead of answering, however, she looks at the dress- "Uh-" pretending to be checking for a brand tag.

"I mean, who's dressing you", the annoying journalist follows up.

"Uh? I dont know yet?" leaving it to them to decide whether that means she actually doesn't know yet- or just hasn't understood the question yet.

"The designer!"

"I - dont- know- yet. But as soon as i do you will be the very first person that I tell!"

As if. Daphne doesn't even know that reporter's name, or who she works for. But nevertheless, pretending that she doesn't notice those facts just plays well into her role of the naive pretty head.

Yes, she might not be intelligent. But naive isn't one of her prime charcteristics, either.

 

She's good at her life, good at acting, pretending.

And her acting behind the cameras is just as well, maybe better, than when she's in front of them.

The only problem with her lifestyle is- absolutely no-one knows her true person. 

Some caught glimpses, different true parts that, together, form a completely different person than the one the public knows as Daphne Kruger, celebrity extraordinaire. 

Some people consider her a friend.

She hasn't had anyone she would consider a true friend, worthy and trustworthy of her secrets, since middle school. 

 

 


Notes:

Sorry this is bad, no time and no beta reader :s
Thank you @ tumblr user jackwolfskid for beta reading this chapter!

I'm really trying to write Daphne in a way that, while showing her as be completely badass, doesn't make her another incredible mastermind. Because, while intelligence can be trained to a certain extend, not everyone has an IQ of 150- and that's just another part of human diversity. Daphne Kruger is amazing in her own way.