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ilovejeongintoo · 3 months

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𝔾𝕒𝕫𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕖

!WARNING NSFW Content ahead! !MDNI!

Genre: Fantasy, Gorgon Hongjoong x Reader, Magic Academy Au Warnings: sex p in v, bruising(don't worry), venom/aphrodisiac, a little of blood(bite), begging, teasing kinda? Wordcount: 5029 Not proofread

Serpent Hybrid Honjoong would actually be so hot, I can't breathe. Also inspired by Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Summary: The magic school you go to has many secrets and students start disappearing again, but when you're friend also suddenly turns into thin air, you decide to find her yourself, one of the secrets is closer than you could have ever imagined.

"Did you hear?, it happened again."

"This is the third student this month."

"Aren't the teachers gonna do anything."

No, they won't, they never have. In all the years that you've been training to be a wizard, no one did anything against the mysterious disappearances happening in this school. And you doubt anyone ever will.

Every year, when the snow started to build a thick layer onto the gras outside and the days started becoming shorter, at night students went missing, one by one. And every time, not a single teacher would investigate further, you doubt that they even told the parents about the fate that their children would suffer.

It wasn't like they'd disappear forever, they would return one day, out of the blue. But not the same, they had a blank expression, as if the life was sucked out of them. And they would mutter about strange, unintelligible things.

This was seriously getting out of hand, you'd never know who would be next, maybe it was that nerdy girl in potions class, or that stupid jock that sat way too close with his sweaty self.

Or maybe you.

You closed your locker in frustration, swiftly heading off to your next class. You were not in the mood to listen to any of this nonsense anymore, the upcoming exams had you on your feet already, there wasn't any need for more stress on your end.

You were sat at your desk, patiently waiting for your friend to show up. But she wouldn't show, not even when the teacher arrived, or 10 minutes into the lesson. Maybe she just forgot to tell you that she wouldn't be coming.

You tried focusing on your lessons, a weird feeling stirring in your gut. As you were packing your books, the runes teacher called out to you, a small old woman.

You quickly headed over to her, your bag over your shoulder. Your brows furrowed at the serious and kind of dim expression that her wrinkly face was painted in.

"Have you heard anything from your friend, Adeline?" "No, I haven't, why?" It wasn't rare for her to miss a class, especially not this one. Why was she so concerned?

"She wasn't at her after school studies, or any of the club activities." Now those she definitely never misses, as she actually likes those. That feeling in your stomach started feeling heavier and a clump in your throat started forming at the all the possibilities of where she was, or what could have happened.

"Her roommates also noticed her missing." How could you be the only person to not have noticed anything, you, you were her best friend for god’s sake. You broke out in a cool sweat; she couldn't be far. Hopefully.

You thanked the teacher for informing you, telling her you'd tell her if you find out anything about her whereabouts. This cannot be happening. Not to her, your mind kept making pictures of all the times at the academy, how you'd spend any moment with her.

The third student this month. It must be her. She was now one of the missing students, that were going to turn up again like brain dead zombies. No way you'd let that happen. Your steps began quickening, you stopped in front of a few students to ask them if they'd seen her. Never getting a positive answer or even a clue. You kept asking people around the school until someone said something that struck you.

"Oh yeah, the little one, saw her yesterday with…who was it?" They stopped to think, you were restless and grabbed them by the collar.

"Who? With whom was she?"

You looked like you'd start killing the poor student if they didn't tell you, pupils small and eyes wide. You needed to find her, as soon as possible. Your hold didn't let up until they got the answer out with a trembling stutter.

"Kim- Kim Hongjoong"

You let the go, the person catching their breath a little and hurrying off.

Kim Hongjoong, you weren't unfamiliar with the student. He was also going to be a graduate, you had never spoken with him before, but you sure as hell would now.

He was a little popular with his looks and charms. But right now, he might be one of the names that would land on your "to kill" list. If he had anything to do with your besties disappearance. You knew where to find him rather quickly, with asking the next person in your line of vision, a lot nicer than before, as to where he would be. His charms class was just about to end, and luckily for you the classroom was just a few halls down situated.

As soon as your eyes were sat on a familiar blonde hair you grabbed said person by the tie and slammed them into the next wall, fuck being patient, your friend was missing. The dude was definitely taken aback by the shocked expression and silver rimmed glasses that fell down his nose a little.

You got in his face, trying to intimidate him even if he was quite a bit taller.

"Where is she?" "Who?" He seemed genuinely confused, as if, he must be playing dumb on purpose.

"Adeline fucking Winters, where is she?" You gripped him tighter, not aware of the stares some student threw your guys' way. You were sure you must be choking this dude with the way you were holding him.

"Woah calm down- he tried prying your hands from his shirt-"I don't know what you mean." "You were the last person to seen with her, so, where.is.she?

Fed up with your pulling, he roughly yanked himself out of your grip, face now an angry expression at your accusing tone. "I got nothing to do with her vanishing if that's what you're insinuating."

"Fancy words from a kidnapper-" You stepped up to him again, wanting to close the distance again. "-or worse a murderer, huh, what did you do to her." You jabbed an accusing finger into his chest, not believing that he didn't know anything at all.

Before he could come up with what you were sure, was going to be another excuse, a teacher interrupted. She pulled you away at the aggressive look and most definitely clenched fists, trying to deescalate the situation.

You would not let that man rest, he knew something, he has to. So, you shouted, hoping that he would hear:" I'll find out what you're hiding!"

After an hour-long lecture from the principle for your behavior you were finally let off with a warning. They still wouldn't do anything to help you find your friend though, making some lame excuse that she might have just gone and needed some time alone. They clearly just wanted this subject off the table.

You wouldn't give up though. And you had a plan, one that would start with operation: "Observe Kim Hongjoong". You came to realize that the dude was as boring as the next one though, he just went to his classes, hung out with his weird group of friends and would then retire in his room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He must be playing it safe. As to not get found out. So that would mean, you needed to switch to the next phase of your plan: "Confront Kim Hongjoong". That step was a lot easier than you were thinking, as he himself paid you a visit in your potions class, snagging the seat next to you.

Making himself a little too comfortable in the seat, same uniform as any student here wore. A tie, dark coat and slacks matched with dress shoes and a white pristine shirt.

As the lesson began, he began whispering to you. "Look I don't know what happened to your friend." He had a sympathetic look to his face; you'd almost believe him.

Almost.

"I know that you have something to do with this." It was more of a feeling than anything, he was either lying or just not telling you the whole truth, you were guessing it's more likely the first option. You turned to him, laying your fountain pen down and stared him down. Right in those deep eyes of his.

"And when I find out what you're hiding, everyone will know." Just then the bell rung, which made you snatch the book and supplies of yours into your arms and speed walking away from him. Being near him made it almost hard to breathe, he was a lot more imposing than you first realized.

You didn't even put away your books, heading straight to the library. Because maybe you hadn't found out where your friend was now, but you did manage to catch something.

His eyes. The moment you looked into them, for a split second, so fast that anyone could miss it, they changed. Yes, maybe you were actually going crazy…but if not, this could help find Adeline, Addy, your friend. You started missing her more and more over the passing days, praying that she was okay at the least.

For what reason would Hongjoong need someone to disappear? To kill them? To sacrifice them? God, he just a kid like you though. But those eyes weren't, they looked cold, like pure ice that sank into the depths of a deep-frozen lake.

You decided just looking at all the books in the library would take way too long, the room was practically the size of a mansion. You started looking through a few ritual books, nothing. Looking into some records of the school, nothing. No missing people, no records at all, even though this was a phenomenon that had been going on since your first year here. Someone must be covering this whole thing up, or something.

The tag for the forbidden section caught your eye, looking back to see if the librarian had their eyes on you, you slipped through the wooden door. It was left unlocked, well not willingly as some students broke the lock and the school decided the cost wasn't worth fixing. It was pretty dark in here, as you choose to keep the lights off. Noone needed to know you were in here, or the next lecture with the principal wouldn’t just end with a warning.

You looked through a few books, they were sometimes in a language you couldn't read or barely understood. A dark cover in the corner caught your eye, you reached for it and blew the dust on the top off it a bit. It uncovered the title "Legendarum Magicus". That almost sounded like a childrens book for magic legends. You flipped it open nonetheless, it didn't have an author and the writing, it wasn't printed, it seemed to be handwritten, each page of it.

And all the texts, they were all about this school. Hidden stories about the weird creaking in the abandoned girl’s bathroom. The hidden cellar in the school, which was supposedly home to mysterious caged creatures. What made your hand stop turning pages was when the book spoke about the missing students, or more importantly, the cause of it.

As you read through it with your phone as a light. Each paragraph you read, made your hand tighten and shake against the book until you closed it with a slam. A noise way too loud for anyone not to hear. As soon as you heard the familiar squeak of the librarian chair you ran out, slipping the book into your bag and hiding behind a pillar as to not get caught. When the coast was clear you headed to the stairs you just wanted to go to your room now, too exhausted and tensed with all the new things you learned from the book. And about the infamous Kim Honjoong.

Your eyes closed your eyes trying to keep the headache you managed to sport away. And at last made you fall asleep, bag still clutched to your body.

The next day phase three your plan would step into action: "Confronting Hongjoong and getting Adeline back". You had no idea how you'd do that but just in case of something happening, you packed a special little object with you.

Hongjoong must have some kind of unnatural for feeling when you needed to talk to him because he came up to you again, just before class was going to start.

"Hey, I just wanted to make sure, that you know I-" He gestured to himself, and you cut him off, not planning on listening to more of his lies.

"I know your secret Hongjoong." That sure got him to be quiet quick. He looked calm from the outside, but once again, those eyes said more than anything on that pretty face. The Frames didn't hide the icy expression, his eyes seemed to get deeper now you felt like you were drowning in that cold, frozen over lake. That same restricting feeling on your chest.

You managed to get it out though, in a barely there voice.

"I know what you are."

At that he abruptly grabbed your hand and began pulling you away from the classroom, not planning on partaking in the lesson. Your and his steps were the only things that could be heard in the empty hallway. Would he take you to where the others were now? You didn't feel that good about going there alone, wherever "there" was. His steps were quick and long and the rooms that you passed were a big, connected blur.

You stepped down several stairways, they all went further and further down. And then he stepped through doors until you were in the common bath, he pulled you in and then let go.

He stepped around the huge bath going for where the multiple faucets that were used for it were. He turned a few, seemingly in a specific order and when he stepped back from them a buzz rang through the room. An opening in the wall opened, the wall sliding from it former place like a normal door, yet this was anything but normal.

He walked through the hole, stopping and turning to you. "If you wanna know where your little friend is now, you ought to follow me."

Was this smart? Absolutely not. Were you going to do it regardless?

Yes.

You knew what this path led to, his lair. Where he trapped his victims. His eyes seemed to glow a green in the dark of the tunnel and he continued walking ahead, knowing that you'd follow.

When the tunnel opened up again it was into a big room. Water pouring from a lot of places in the ceiling and disappearing into nothingness. Big stone pathways were decorated with big statues on each side making it look like a big ominous walkway, headed straight to a statue in the front. All depicted the same animal, a serpent. That made your heart beat a little faster, your hands tremble a little more and you turned your bag a little more to you, for easier access. Hongjoong took off his coat, throwing it off into a corner. He loosened his tie and popped a few buttons open, before turning back to you.

"You know, your first one to figure it out." He said all friendliness and the desperate attempts of convincing you of his innocence were gone. Now before you stood the real Kim Hongjoong.

"You humans are usually so stupid and naive, quite easy to fool. But now, you show up, trying to play hero." He took slow steps to you, and you reached into your bag at the same tempo. Your heart began racing.

"Most of the times I just get a little bit of the energy of the magicians here, letting them walk away in a little daze and making them come back again if I’m in need of a little snack again." He continued on, explaining, not that you'd understand his situation.

"I think I'll make an exception for you though." He closed in on you just as you had done the first day you confronted him. You pulled out the round object that you took with you, a mirror. You looked away as well, not wanting to be affected with whatever he was trying to pull on you.

If the book was correct, what stood before you wasn't a human. It was the embodiment of medusa, the curse holder of the gaze of stone, a gorgon. He was a living myth, inhabiting the dark underground of this Academy. Feasting on his prey. He turned away with a yell, stopped by the reflective surface in your hand.

"Smart little thing, aren't you?" You heard him speak, not willing to give him an ounce of your eyesight. He wouldn't be able to catch you with his gaze.

"Yeah, that's right- you stood from your cowering position; mirror still held tightly in hand. "-so give me back my best friend and nothing will happen." You started looking for her in the room, not seeing anyone besides the two of you.

"Oh, but it will, now that you know, you don't expect to just walk away? Do you?"

"Oh, sweet thing, but she isn't even here." You felt a grip in your hand, making you turn your head regardless in shock. He turned your mirror away from him, gripping your wrist tighter until you let go and it shattered on the stone floor. You choose to just tightly close your eyes.

He stepped closer into your personal space, he dragged his one hand to your jaw, turning your head to him. "Look at me." It was a demand, a command to do as told or you'd suffer some serious repercussions.

You refused to give in, you wouldn't, for your friend. You felt his warm breath brush your face and then you felt a soft feeling against your lips, nonetheless, making you open your eyes. Which in turn made you gaze into his-now grey-eyes. You felt like you were afloat, in a daze, completely relaxed. Like you were on a high, it felt like when you used to make potions to fall asleep.

His blonde fluffy hair was starting to go out of focus a bit, your eyesight blurry. A hand cupped your cheek, now tilting your head to properly get you to look at him.

"Now Now, don't fall asleep, we're just getting started."

You didn't really hear his words, too out of it. The thing that you could focus on the most were those lips, that were now curved in a pretty smile. Your throat dried up a little at the notion of getting to feel those lips again, you leaned into him a little. You kissed up your cheek, in a motion way too sweet given the situation. You kept your eyes open now, intent on capturing all of his movements in your memories. You felt a little prick of him biting into your lower lip and right after you felt even more floaty, incredibly warm as well. As if you were coming down with a fever, Hongjoong's lips felt so cool in contrast now, which made you more the desperate to reconnect your lips each time. With each smack it seemed to cool you off, but your body began burning more.

You pulled him more into you, feeling the exposed part of his chest, just as cooling as the rest of him. You unbuttoned it more. "Eager, aren't we?" His voice seemed far away, but his touch wasn't as he got rid of your cloak and shirt just as fast.

His touch was soft but demanding not rushing at all, you however couldn't get enough fast enough. You pressed messy kisses along his neck, down his collar bone and chest, your hands finding their place on his pecs. You explored the expanse of his body, keeping your lips on his torso. You slipped your one hand down further his abdomen, now noticing a few scales scattered over the sides of his torso. You delicately traced his abs, being stopping by your head, when a hand pulled your head back by your hair. It forced you to make eye contact with the heavenly looking creature in front of you. "That's only for good ones, have you been good?"

You nodded, whatever would get you to feel more of him and satiate that ache deep inside you. To make the burning stop. Instead of letting you continue on, he completely pulled away.

The suddenness made you sink onto the cold stone floor. A whine escaped you in response, which, in any other situation would have embarrassed you. You couldn't pick your body off the ground, way too weak, your bones felt like they were made out of pudding. "Now tell me, who else might know that I'm the reason for the incidents happening on these grounds? Any friends you like to gossip to?" He tapped your chin to get you to look at him, noticing how it sunk at the relaxed feelings of your body.

You couldn't even understand him, the question hadn't registered at all in your mushed up brain. So, he repeated himself now sounding a lot more serious though.

You tried thinking back, no one, you hadn't told anyone about this escapade of yours, or even that you had the slightest idea of who could be behind the kidnapped students. That shook you awake a little, you were here for someone, for your best friend.

You didn't know which answer would make you come out of this alive, so you stuck with the truth. Instantly a a big smile formed on his face, eyes crinkling a bit and fangs showing. Fangs that you managed to only notice now.

"What do you want with them? You don't eat them, so what do you do to them?" Your weakened voice questioned. Hongjoongs one eyebrow raised in surprise at the fact that your head was starting to clear up again. That wasn't part of his plan in bringing you here. He supposed he could tell you, not that you'd remember any of this after, just like the others.

"But that's where you're wrong, I do eat them, partially. I take away that delicious spiritual energy, it doesn't kill you. But can you really call that living? You saw, they're empty husks after."

He enjoyed the wide-eyed look on your face, now just realizing what real danger you were facing. It was crazy how nonchalant he was about all of this. He kept his non-threatening facade for now, and then when you would least expect it, he'd wrap himself around you, just like a viper.

"No, please-uh not my friend please." Aww how cute, you were really worried about someone else right now?

You really were naïve.

Following him down here, trusting his words of giving up your mortal friend. He enjoyed seeing you beg, especially on your knees on the floor. It gave him even more of a power trip than he was already having.

The tears in your eyes, the disheveled state of your clothes and hair and God, the pink blush that was still left on your cheeks from before. He was barely keeping himself under control. Maybe he could make an exception, just this once.

"Alright, I’ll let your friend go, hell I'll even stop taking students, for a price of course."

Okay, this was your only chance to save her. You'd do whatever it took to know that she was alive and still the one that you spent all this time with, in all those years.

You were still looking up at him with those big eyes, in hope. That he would keep his words. "If I can’t feed on those friends of yours, you'll just have to quench my hunger."

Die? Was he really asking you to die? To sacrifice yourself? You were shaking, you were going to be one of those lifeless husks, roaming the halls until you graduated. Only God knows how your life would continue after.

You supposed you didn't have any other choice, if this was really the only way, there’s no way you could walk away and live with the guilt. If Hongjoong would even let you leave.

"Alright, I'll do it, but you have to let them go." He moved towards you at that, with each step your shoulders shook more in fear of what was about to happen to you. You were praying for it to at least not be painful. You closed your eyes in preparation of his next move.

Directly in front of you again he ran his fingers down, along your cheek. Going down and over your neck, feeling your pulse and staying there. The smell of your fear was already feeding him more than you'd ever know, but he wouldn't just stop without having an actual taste of you.

He leaned in, those same plush lips brushed over your neck and then slightly exposed shoulder. Your shirt had ridden down quite a bit, some buttons opened. You could feel his long tongue occasionally trace a few lines along the expanse of your shoulder, but he bit in, just slightly.

Your taste was heavenly, reminding him of his favorite pastry. He needed to keep you alive so that his now favorite snack would never leave him.

That made you wince; this would be it. His tongue went over the small holes that were left behind in a soothing touch. You started feeling dazed even more, more than before. His venom that must have been it before as well. Now that it was more and deeper it worked so much stronger. The heat was actually unbearable now, you began taking your top clothes off in a fruitless attempt to feel cooler.

Searching for some coolness your hands met Hongjoongs skin again wrapping yourself around him to get your naked upper body flush against him. His went around to hold your waist, quickly slipping down to push your skirt and panties off in one move. If your blood tasted that good, in between your legs would actually make him ascend to heaven. Usually, he wouldn't drain his victims like this, not at all.

He pushed you to lay on the floor, on your back. He followed right behind, settling himself between your legs. Eyes going for the space in between your legs, which was a sight for sore fucking eyes. So wet, from just a little kissing and his venom. And those tits, that he hadn't appreciated until now, he really should have. Everything about you was screaming to be consumed, he wonders if he was the one lured and not you.

He wasn't any better than you though, his dick leaking pre-cum and coating his underwear maybe even his slacks. He made quick work of both, just as impatient as you. Your hands kept going over him, caressing any space you could find. His hands found the back of your thighs folding them up to have you spread out even more for him, the position had him licking his lips. He lined himself up against your pulsing hole, that was clearly eager to be filled.

No foreplay at all he pushed in slowly to not hurt you anymore than necessary to get himself sheathed inside of you. He rubbed your clit to alleviate some of the pain that followed with his push. You barely even registered the pain, grabbing him by the nape and pulling him down into a kiss.

The moment he moved his hips back and forth you were seeing stars, your senses seemed so dimmed but your touch receptor and nerves were heightened. The pleasure was ten fold, the slide got wetter and wetter with each passing thrust. The groaning and moaning from each of you growing louder and rawer. You pulled back to catch a breath from the kiss, your head was thrown back at a particular deep and calculated thrust.

You looked down to see where you two were connected, the sight straight out of a porn, your wetness leaking all over Honjoong and yourself. And you could clearly see some sticky precum pulling strands and connecting the skin.

It was so hot, so sensual and dirty. The wetness provided the right slide for when your clit would make contact with Honjoongs pubic bone, grinding against it. Your climax was approaching way faster than any time before in your life, faster than when your favorite toy was hitting all those spots inside you, deeper than your fingers ever hoped to reach. The pleasure felt unreal.

The same was for him, he was so out of breath. The squelching from your pussy and your wet and warm walls made such a deadly combination. It felt as if no time at all passed, you hit your highs that fast, with Hongjoong curling over your body and pushing your legs a little further up. And you gripping onto his back for dear life, your body working overtime with all the sensations and pleasure coursing through you. Little lightning bolts making you flinch a little in sensitivity.

The only thing heard in the big room was the harsh breathing that escaped the both of you, having you stay in position for quite a while, until he separated the two of you.

His cock leaving you empty but that heat also slowly dissipating. You stayed laying on the floor until you felt some fabric being placed around you, like a blanket. Opening your eyes, it was Honjoongs coat your body disconnected from the uncomfortable floor and was lifted into his strong arms.

He didn't walk in the direction of the exit, he walked further in, it kept getting darker and darker making sleepier. His grip tightened in realization of you starting to doze off. In spite of the clear danger holding you, you felt yourself surrendering to the sweet sensation of sleep. He felt himself smile a little at the adorable sight and now he would have more than enough times to enjoy that over and over again.

A deal is a deal after all.

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drvscarlett · 6 months

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About You Pt3

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife

2009, Hungaroring

There was at least 2 weeks before Formula 1 went back to racing. It means that there was 2 weeks for Y/N to hide herself and that embarrassing situation she was in. 2 weeks to prepare herself how to pretend on how to act if she sees Sebastian.

'As long as Sebastian does not bring it up then I will pretend that nothing happened' she told herself.

She tried not to think about the incident by allowing herself to be buried with answering emails and looking into other things needed pre-race.

"Did you eat already?"

A sudden orange appeared in between her and the computer screen. Y/N didn't have to look up to see which driver handed the orange because there was only one driver who would always give her an orange.

"I haven't got the chance yet"Y/N replied to Sebastian

"You should probably eat. It's not good that you aren't eating" Sebastian insisted "Can't Mark do these things?"

"I'm his personal assistant remember, I'm paid to do these"

"But is it really necessary to finish it at the moment?"

It was pointless to argue with Sebastian so Y/N took the orange and closed her laptop.

"Happy?"she asked

"Very much"

The two of them started eating the oranges brought by Sebastian. It was a habit that the two have, Sebastian calls it a pre-race ritual. He actually believes he performs better when they share oranges. So here they are sitting and enjoying the oranges.

In the back of their minds, they are both thinking about that night at the hotel but there is a certain peace between the them. They don't want to ruin things by saying something stupid.

"You heard what happened with Massa right?"Y/N tried to establish a new topic just to get things off her overthinking.

"Absolutely felt bad for him. It's a good thing that he seems to be in a stable condition"Sebastian said.

The qualifying incident yesterday has been terrifying to watch. Y/N didn't want that happening to either Sebastian or Mark or even any other driver. Her heart dropped when she saw Massa being wheeled out unconscious to the hospital.

"Do you sometimes think that you'll ever stop racing?"Y/N wondered "You have been racing since you were like young and now you are stil racing"

"I honestly don't know, racing is all I have ever known" Sebastian admitted.

"I know, you were born gripping on a steering gear I bet" Y/N joked which made Sebastian laugh too.

"But seriously, if you ever want to retire of racing. Don't retire and go out because you got badly injured. Retire because you want to"Y/N added

It was her way of saying that she is extremely cared about him. Maybe its something that she cannot put into words but maybe Sebastian can figure it all out, he is a smart man in Y/N's opinion.

With a comforting smile, Y/N was assured that he got the message.

2009, Spa-Francorchamps

"Did you try texting Mark?"

Christian Horner and Sebastian Vettel are both in a meeting room about to discuss some things with the team strategists. They were supposed to meet up 10 minutes ago but they can't go on with the meeting since Mark is not around.

It was highly unusual for Mark to be late. He is never late as far as Sebastian knows. He considers giving Y/N a text when the door burst open.

"I'm gonna punch Button in the face when I see him"Mark Webber was fuming when he entered late at the conference room.

"Hold on, what did Jenson do?"

"Punk tried to ask my sister out"Mark huffed.

"He did what?" Christian butted in the conversation "I thought Sebastian was dating Y/N"

"HOLD ON WHAT?" "EXCUSE ME?"

The two red bull drivers were on their feet. Mark seems to be ready to hit Sebastian while Sebastian was debating which exit is much more safer. Frankly, Sebastian was never afraid of Mark but with the way he is shooting daggers with his eyes- If looks could kill, Sebastian was 4 feet under ground now.

"I just thought Sebastian was dating Y/N, they are always together when she isn't following you around Mark" Christian explained.

"My sister and Sebastian?" Mark repeated

Sebastian wanted to explain himself to Mark but he is internally panicking. If Christian, their team principal, can notice then there is a big chance that his feelings might be obvious to other people in the paddock.

At the same time, he felt a sick feeling in his stomach upon realizing that Jenson Button asked out Y/N. Jenson had the courage to ask her out and Sebastian couldn't even talk to Y/N about what happened weeks ago.

Christian seems to sense the tension that he brought to the two red bull drivers

"Maybe its just me and my understanding, right seb?" Christian apologized

"Huh yeah, mmhh nothing going on" Sebastian lied

There was a sharp gaze from Mark "I'm watching you"

"Let's talk about Jenson"Christian redirected the topic "maybe he is just trying to get a rise off you. We're slowly closing on him for the championship"

"If I hit that boy with a car this Sunday, I won't regret it" Mark swears.

"Don't bring your personal life on the car" Christian reminded.

Sebastian seems to take it as a mental note for himself as well. He was actually debating that if Mark wasn't successful in punting Jenson then he would.

"Besides Y/N has to date, she is in that age of dating" Christian added

Sebastian knew that Mark has been the kind of sibling that is overly protective. Given that Y/N has been the youngest one and the one that has been following Mark around, Mark has a special worry about her. It was very understandable why he acts like this.

"As much as I could, I will not let my sister date drivers." Mark says with finality.

It felt like it wasn't just a statement meant for Jenson but it was also something meant for Sebastian. Great, now Sebastian feels like everything is more complicated than it was before.

2009, Interlagos

It wasn't Y/N's brightest idea that she went on a date with Jenson Button. She figured after weeks of being constantly asked by Jenson, she should give him a chance. She thought it could also help lessen her feelings for Sebastian.

It's a pretty bad idea now that she thinks about it.

But there was no going back because here she is sitting with Jenson at a small restaurant somewhere in Brazil.

Don't get her wrong but Jenson is charming and he knows how to make people comfortable. He is a gentleman, he picked her up with roses, asked her for her favorite dish, and was kind enough to lend his jacket when she is feeling a bit cold.

But there is something missing about Jenson.

"You know, I really enjoy spending time with you tonight"Jenson started "But are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm sorry its just that its my first time going out for dates, I'm not good with this sort of thing" Y/N replied

"That's okay, I'm glad to be the first one to take you out"

Y/N felt the guilt of lying eating her up so she quickly wanted to clear out the air "Jenson, you are a really nice guy but you know I really think its better if we become friends instead?"

There was a small smile from the British driver. It seems like he has also felt that he was about to be friendzoned tonight.

"It's perfectly fine Y/N, I just really enjoy your company"

The dinner continued on more smoothly and they were able to share some personal details about their life. It felt like an air of relief for the two of them to clear out things that this will not be a failed date but rather a new friendship.

The media on the other hand has seen a different story.

Jenson Button winning on and off track against Red Bull?

In case you missed it, the newly declared Formula 1 champion, Jenson Button, has been seen in a restaurant in Brazil having dinner with a very special lady. Who is this mystery lady? It's Mark Webber's sister and personal assistant, Y/N.

The pairing is a shocker for everyone since Red Bull is the main competitor of Button this season. It seems like the two are a star crossed lovers in the making. People who have been in the restaurant has noted how the pair were giggling and close to one another.

We can't wait what Mark will have to say about this pairing.

2009, Yas Marina Circuit

"Sebastian please just slow down"Y/n begged.

It was really petty for Sebastian to be angry and ignore Y/N but he felt really confused on how to act around her. Ever since he read that stupid article, its all that he could think about. So while he couldn't deal with his emotions then he thinks its best to avoid her like the plague.

"I'm busy" Sebastian's curt reply

"Oh c'mon, you are not busy. You are ignoring me" Y/N was still hot in trail "This is so childish and stupid"

"Me? Stupid?" Sebastian stopped and turned to face her.

"You are calling me stupid when you are the one out there having dinner with the enemy"Sebastian wasn't thinking at this point.

"The enemy? Do you think I'm giving out secrets to Jenson?" she asked in shock

"Yes, Jenson is our enemy. You should have not gone on a dinner date with him, don't you have any sense of loyalty to the team?"

Sebastian could see the tears starting to form in her eyes. He knows that he said the wrong things and its not something that he can take back. Everything was just so heated.

"You believe those tabloids than me?"

"I don't know what to believe. You two looked pretty cozy on that front page" Sebastian really wanted to shut himself by now but jealousy is a sick sick disease that cannot be stopped.

"That's real mature of you Seb, you disappoint me" she sounds so defeated "Out of everyone, you were one of the people who I thought would believe me rather than what was painted by the media"

"Y/N you can't fault me on that, you were close"

"We were just friends and besides I-" she caught herself to stop.

There was a confession at the other end of Y/N. She almost confessed how she cannot see herself with Jenson because all she can see is how he is not Sebastian and all she wants to love is Sebastian. It was a good thing she caught herself before she slipped again.

"Besides what?" Sebastian wondered.

"Never mind. Talk to me when you mature"

"Yeah that's real mature, run away when you don't wanna face the consequences of your actions" Sebastian chastised.

Y/N felt that her tears are falling so she could only turn away and run the other direction. Sebastian, on the other hand, felt like hitting himself. It was the type of conversation he wanted to avoid because he could not contain his emotions. He bitterly regrets how this was their last conversation for 2009.

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagines #sebastian vettel x oc #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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sunny44 · 1 year

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Baby Sainz

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: Y/n and Carlos are more than happy with their happy marriage and their baby girl.

Previous Chapter

Y/n’s POV

I woke up to the sound of laughter and smiled to myself as I knew what it was, I looked over to see Carlos and our daughter in the armchair in our bedroom, she was lying on his lap with him making faces and she was laughing at him making him laugh along with her.

"I'm jealous." I said to him who looked at me smiling and Evie started looking for me since she heard my voice.

"Good morning love." He gets up coming with her to me and as soon as she sees me she starts moving on his lap. "Ok,ok I know you're hungry."

"Good morning princess." I kissed her forehead and lifted my blouse and she began to eat.

"Good old days when I was the only one who did that.”

"Carlos." I scolded him, laughing.

"I'm serious, now I have to share."

"Stop being silly and lay down here with us." I patted his side of the bed and he sat up. "What time do we have to leave for the track?"

"Are you sure you want to go? I know you're excited to see the race but do you think we should take her along?"

"I'll stay the whole time in your garage and we'll watch the race from there, you don't have to worry about her." He agrees. "Unless you don't think it's a good idea to take her or you think it's not the right time for them to know that she exists."

"It's not that it's just that she's so small and fragile that I'm afraid something will happen to her and about them knowing she exists that's going to happen one time or another so I'd rather they know for us than for some paparazzi’s." He says running his hand through her little hair. "But I know you will take good care of her."

"I will." He smiles and gives me a kiss getting up and going to get ready.

I had already left all her things ready yesterday and already in the car so I just needed to get ready and change her.

Actually my pregnancy was very peaceful until the time of the delivery where I never felt so much pain in my life. Evie was already 6 months old now and besides being her daddy's copy she was for sure daddy's little girl.

She hear his voice and starts screaming of happiness until he shows up and takes her in his arms and Carlos was so much in love with her that even without knowing she already had him in the palm of her hand.

"You go get ready and I'll put the clothes on her."

"I left her clothes separate in the bedroom." He agrees and leaves.

I know he would love the clothes I chose so I just waited until he came back with them. The race was again in Spain and it was hot so I took cool clothes or we would be hot.

"I can't believe it, how did you find these?" He already walks in smiling with a giggling Evie dressed in a bodysuit full of chillys’s.

"I knew you'd like it."

"I didn't like it, I loved it." He says patting her and she giggles.

"Daddy chilly and baby chilly."

"Don't call me daddy."

"Why not?"

"Because it makes me imagine things of which we cannot do in her presence and which would surely result in another baby chilly." I laughed and kissed him. "Can we go?"

"Yep."

We went to the car and after checking to see if we had everything we left in the direction of the circuit.

When we arrived I went down first so I could put her in the stroller and cover her before the people saw that he had arrived, after I got her sleeping inside I pulled the roof off the stroller and put a blanket over her so no one could see her little face and then Carlos went down and got Evie's bags and we started walking into the paddock.

I could already hear the murmuring as they saw me again pushing a stroller and along came Carlos with two golden bags, one on his arm and the other in his hand.

"Hey where's my best friend?" I hear Charles' voice and turn to him.

"She's in here sleeping." He lifts a little off the deck and I hear him talking to her who giggles a little. "Well since she's not sleeping anymore let's go to the garage and then you can pick her up.”

We go in and Charles picks her up and smiles at the sight of her clothes and starts walking with her through parts of the garage where the media wouldn't be able to see while Carlos and I are talking to the staff.

Soon he shows up with her and as soon as she sees Carlos she begins to reach out to him who takes her on his lap and kisses her forehead and lays on his shoulder.

"She looks a lot like him." Charles says as Carlos pulls away a little.

"Yes she does, she has him in the palm of her hand."

"You can tell, look at that." He’s holding her and pretending to throw her up but not letting go and she laughs along with him.

"I never got a chance to thank you for talking to him that time we fought, it made a lot of difference and it helped a lot."

"No need to thank me, I knew he was screwing up and look at him now." He pointed at the two of them playing together. "I was sure he would regret it if he let his fear speak louder because we both know he's a family guy."

"Yeah." I say watching Evie tug at his hair that swayed her in the air. "I don't even know how I could even consider divorcing him."

"Don't think about it, it didn't happen and it was because it shouldn't happen. Live in the now and enjoy your family."

"Thank you Charlie." I gave his cheek a light squeeze who smiled and walked over to them.

"Is everything okay?" He asks as soon as I get close to them and I smile. “Yeah, everything is perfect."

He gives me a kiss and hands me Evie since he needed to get ready for the race. And in the end Charles was right, I had nothing to worry about.

Bonus scene!

Y/nSainz instagram post

Liked by @carlossainz, @yourdad, @charlesleclerc and others 193718

Y/nSainz a little different weekend for us but a very nice one. Thank you @scuderiaferrari for the amazing weekend but a special thank you for @carlossainz for making sure his girls were having fun, baby Sainz and I had a lot of fun.

See you next time Spanish GP.

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toomuchracket · 4 months

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yesterday i saw an alexa demie ad for calvin klein and she looked sososo hot in it and for some reason i thought of bday girlie doing one…

oh i fancy her so bad. where even is she these days? anyway. you're editing a draft at home when the email from your publicist comes in, and when he hears your squeak of disbelief matty runs through from the kitchen (closely followed by mayhem) like "darling? what is it? you alright?"; you just slide the laptop to him, gripping his arm while he reads the email saying calvin klein want you for a campaign with wide eyes, nodding like "yeah, i know" when he turns to you looking shocked. you're like "so... should i?", and matty blinks for a second before he says "why are you even asking? of course you should, babe, this is MASSIVE" - you snuggle into him and say "am i right for it, though?", and he's like "nobody else looks as hot as you in underwear, so, yeah, you're right for it", and you have a little giggle before he sighs and says "fuck, this might actually do me in, seeing you proper modelling calvins. wait - you're doing this alone, yeah? i don't have to watch you take pictures with that ripped guy from the bear or anything? the one with the eyes?" lol. you snort and double check, teasing matty like "just me. shame. he's fit", and matty rolls his eyes like "it's only cos he plays a chef. it's a sexy career, anyone would look good in that context. me? i'd be so fucking hot if i was a cook", and you go off into a little daydream thinking about that like "mmm, yeah, you would" but then smile at him like "anyway, s'just me in the campaign, nobody else", and matty kisses your nose like "just like my thoughts", the sap. so yeah you go and do the shoot, it's a lot of fun, you feel really sexy, you get a lot of free shit to take home (for you AND matty, which is good because he looks fittest in black calvins, you think lol), and when the campaign is released matty literally goes into heat lmfao. like, the man CANNOT keep his hands off you - you're so fucking sexy, and you're his? he's obsessed. he literally stopped in the middle of the pavement on regent street one day cos the campaign pics were in the window of the ck shop and nearly got mown down by tourists on their way to hamleys, and when you're like "matthew! what the hell!" he just shrugs and says "worth it to get to look at how fit you are". simp of all simps i fear <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 1 year

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Growing pains

Summary: How did Jeff and Rio feel knowing Miles was sneaking out with a girl?

Jeff's rant became background noise as she lifted the sweater in confusion.

It wasn't Miles, not just because it wasn't his size (she had needed to buy so many new clothes with his growth spur that she would know) but it was...feminine, she could even smell faintly some perfume.

Whoever left it was using it recently.

"-Babe are you backing me up in this one or what?"

Rio snapped back to reality as she felt her husband's hand on her shoulder, he looked at her still kind of upset yet more curious as to why she hasn't moved from that spot.

"Jeff, where is this from?" She asks immediately, not paying attention to whatever he has been insisting on her.

Arching an eyebrow, he didn't look too much into the item before shrugging with disinterest "I don't know, I normally let him choose whatever he wants as long as the price is okay; a better question is why his room is such a mess, maybe we should ground him an extra month for that-"

"Jeff" She called him again, trying to distract him from his authoritative-dad ideas "This isn't his, it has to belong to a girl."

The moment the word 'girl' came out of her mouth he seemed even more puzzled. Giving an actual look at the item from his wife's hands, he was trying to remember if he has seen it before "Does it belong to one of your nieces maybe?"

"I didn't remember seeing any of them using this, why it would be here anyways? We let the guest put their coats in the entrance, and I don't think either Ana or Camila would just leave this in Miles's bed for no reason."

As they both realized they couldn't recall anyone who could have this sweater, finally the other possible explanation popped into their minds. Not because it wasn't obvious, but more like-

"Is this happening now? It isn't too soon?"

"No, no no no, no way that boy brought a girl to our house, to his room, all while he is grounded." Just as quickly, Jeff was getting worked out again about this outrage.

Miles comes late (again,) with cakes that are falling apart, refuses to talk to them, and now he is hearing how he left his room to be with a girl?

Rio couldn't believe it either.

"This can't be right- He is too young to think of that!" She replied in disbelief.

She felt her husband's gaze rest on her as she stopped looking at the item (who could belong to? Maybe one of Miles's old friends from the neighborhood? As far she knew he stopped hanging out with everyone around here,) and saw the face Jeff always puts when he isn't sure how to tell her something.

"What?"

And her snappier response didn't seem to make him more confident about saying it.

"I mean- Look, don't get me wrong, we are both on the same side here" He prefaces, he needed to reserve all his energy to think how to get to that boy's skull that he couldn't do whatever he wanted, not to mention that when Rio got angry even he got scared. "But, he is fifteen honey."

"Yeah! A baby!"

"Well, not so baby, I mean at his age I was-"

The pointed look of Rio was all the information he needed to know he SHOULDN'T end that sentence.

"What I am trying to say, is that he is getting to a certain age mi amor, we cannot stop that."

Rio's shoulders fell, realizing how tense she was getting and this wasn't even going into how disobedient her son has been getting lately. As she looked towards the room (which was indeed a mess,) she saw the toys laying around, notebooks of old drawings pilled over the new ones that show his progress, she could almost see him as a toddler running around with a cape.

That felt like it was yesterday.

And now she had the sweater of a girl she doesn't know in her hands, in Miles' room.

Where did her little boy go?

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Since the Wip poll won, I decided to post this little thing that was actually, my first fic for this fandom.

I never got to publish it because it was missing two other scenes, but I decided to scrap it since the third one felt a bit too crazy, so I would do that idea for another thing.

So now while this is technically not a wip, I decided to publish it since I don't have any works in progress I can give sneak peaks for now.

Thanks for reading!

#atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower #rio morales #jeff morales #fanfics #gwiles

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totallybakedcake · 2 months

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And back to JJK. Demon slayer? Unfinished anime and how I got into anime..

This is just pure dumb stuff, randomness, and even cringe stuff thrown here, so feel free to skip!

For starters, JJK was one of my first animes. I had been dying to watch it, but I could not watch it because my brother was against it. But eventually, I did watch every episode until the Shibuya arc, and after that, I stopped because there would be too much violence and all that.

This led to my biggest mistake: starting anime and watching spoilers

Spoilers

Naruto was actually my first anime, and I binge-watched so many episodes at once and cried so much. It was super fun, and I even watched so many fillers, but my brother eventually said that season 2 of the series has too much of a serious tone and did not let me. So, what did I do?

Spoil the whole damn anime for me

And then finally, I was going to watch. I watched about another 200 episodes, and then that was the end of my Naruto saga. I know what happens in the war: Boruto, Naruto marrying Hinata, and all the Akatsuki backstory, so I just gave up.

And the same happened with JJK. I saw way too many spoilers, and I still watch the later chapter spoilers too; even JJK ended with me.

I was just going to start the manga from the Shibuya arc yesterday, but then I started Demon Slayer, which I also know the ending of.

The reason I am so into Windbreaker, Kaiju No. 8, Sakamoto Days, Spyx Family, the Millionaire Detective, Buddy Daddies, and even Gakuen Babysitters is because I did watch any spoilers for them.

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The reason I even got into Quotev, or my first app where I read fanfiction,.

I had an obsession with Yuta from JJK, now that I think about it. I cannot help it; he is just too good, but writing fics about him is kind of awkward to me because of Rika.

It was from my grandmother's phone that I read my first anime fanfiction, It's Pure Love by Whale Crumpet. If you want a good Yuta fic, I would totally say to try this one out, but the author hasn't updated it since 2022, and I feel my heart breaking. Even though they said they would return to quotev, they never did.

The Yuta fic I loved the most was Cupid's Cursed Arrow by Strawberry Belle. Damn, did I fall hard for this fic. I would tell everyone in my house that Cupid's arrow was updated as I read it; it would give me giggles each time. That fic also hasn't been updated for 5 months.

Honestly I am not a sucker for crossover manga. It has to be super specific to my liking but Euphoria by Sceretstarlight was just too cute. Made me fall harder. Even the author of that fic on quotev is like the real life version of Mitsuri. I love her a lot♥️♥️

It was then a random day where I suddenly got an idea to write a Yuta fic, and I wrote it, rewrote it again, and the rewritten one has ten chapters in my notebooks, which I still have for the memories. I did read it a while ago, and it was terrible, but I had no freaking experience, so what can I do for that?

If anyone does want to read and give me some opinions on that chapter 1, I did upload it in my random ideas thrown here as a quote. You can read that here.

The only original story I have made is Lost in Dreams, which is again on quotev.

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And for Tumblr, I clicked on the website once and was reading what I thought was a Yuta period cramp comfort, but it required me to sign up and all, so after a while, I did do that, but that fic was a Yuta vampire smut fic, and I ended up not liking it.

I just read fics, I have no idea how to make my own blog, about tags, dashboard, you could follow people and even like there works.

One thing I do know is I had a Sung jinwoo fic reading obsession like I loved reading about him okay. The first Jinwoo fic that stole my heart was by @catboyfics. Hunter is a series and it was the first Jinwoo fic I read and was so so in love with. It was my first non JJK fic I read and it felt different than the others if you know what I mean. I didn't understand how to save or like a fic on tumblr so I lost it and I was super devastated truly I was super duper upset and sad that I spent what 2 hours searching the Jinwoo tag on tumblr and when I did not find it I could have even started crying BUT I found it again and I saved the upload in my folder where I can easily read it and also followed catboyfics. I hope they are alright because they haven't been/ updated their blog in 2 months.. I also have no memory on how I got to know about tumblr but now it is my most used website..

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That is the current problem with JJK fics, imo; the tags and stories are just almost pure shit. I am not saying bad to the writers; they have fun and they do what they want to do, but seriously, we need more JJK fluff, comfort, taking care of female readers, and overprotective fics. I just stated what I like, but whatever.

I have so much to write, but will I write that? No

Will I write dumb, stupid, and nonsenseful things? YEAH

I feel so stupid writing this but whatever let me rant/write random things for compensation for this horrible day

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boxleitners-return-au · 1 year

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Becky woke up the next morning leaning against the window with her cape wrapped around her like a blanket. She noticed that while she still felt like she was drowning in oil, it wasn’t as bad as yesterday.

She looked behind her at the doctor, who had seemingly taken her spot on the couch, still fast asleep and snoring in an incredibly undignified manner. She wondered for a second if he was doing it to annoy her, but she quickly put out that thought.

He was her best bet at getting back home and getting back her powers, she had to play nice. Besides he was probably really stressed out too, if that mouse brain was even capable of any emotion besides hunger.

Home, back to her family, back to her sidekick. She’d been worried sick about him ever since she woke up. When they were knocked out midair Huggy had been thrown in the opposite direction that she had, there was no telling what happened to him.

She comforted herself by imagining that he got all their family and friends and hid away, perhaps a secret bunker or something. She giggled to herself as the image of her family blissfully misunderstanding a frantic Bob trying to tell them to run with some sort of monkey charades.

Her fantasy was short lived however, because when she looked back out the big window she saw two familiar shapes, creeping hauntingly behind one of the dead trees that littered the warehouse’s lawn. Joy overtook her, her friends had come to save her! Now they could- oh, oh no. She recognized those swirling red eyes.

Mind control.

(Continues below)

It wasn't because Mr. Big, his whole schtick generally had a green hue. This was something brand new.

That new alien super villain got to them.

Letting her instincts take over, Becky dove down out of sight from the window. She whisper-yelled at Twobrains to wake up.

“Hey!”

“...”

“HEY”

“Agh! What- what is your problem! Will you stop waking me u-”

She pointed aggressively outside

He followed her finger and froze. She grabbed him by the collar and with some effort managed to pull him to the ground below the window sill with her. She had to take a moment to catch her breath, frustration overtook her as she realized that an action as simple as that was now enough to wind her a bit.

Twobrains’ eyes flickered with anxiety as she tried to even out her breathing, but he shook his head and looked out the window.

“They’re looking for me. They have to be.”

“Oh come on, give me a little credit. I’m sure Amazo is just dying to catch up with me”

“What could he possibly- wait. Amazo Guy? Like- Like in your book?”

“Yeah. Did you seriously not recognize him?”

“No! I mean- he looked familiar, but I thought he- the book guy- was fictional!”

“You think I just made up some dude to feature on the cover of my book? What kind of scientist do you take me for!” “So wait. This was an actual dude that you knew. And now you’re both evil?”

“Well we don’t know if he’s evil evil-”

“I cannot believe you never mentioned him before!”

“I had! In my book! Which apparently you hadn’t read as thoroughly as you said you had!”

“Yes I did!”

“Appaaarently not. I’m hurt, Wordgirl, I am.”

“I did so! I read your book so much, I can recite any passage from it, just try me.”

“You expect me to believe you’re that much of a fan?”

“Yes! I am a huge fan! The biggest fan in the world actually!”

Becky crossed her arms with a smug expression before her eyes shot open and she realized what she said. Twobrains was holding back a laugh behind his hand. “Yeah? Yeah really? Yeah tell me how much you love me. I’m your favorite author right?”

Becky’s face went red as she proceeded to sock him in the arm. He flinched in pain despite the lack of super strength.

“Shut up. So you got one hit, big whoop.”

Twobrains patted her shoulder with another laugh. Both of their faces fell and they instantly crowded back against the wall as they heard a twig snap outside.

“Now how are we gonna get out of this?”

They sat there for a moment before Becky got a sheepish look on her face.

“Well… we could always try plan 208…”

Twobrains groaned. “Is that really the best we got?”

Becky sighed “I think it is doc. Now let's not dilly-dally, we have to get out of here as soon as possible.”

“You did not just say ‘dilly-dally’”

“Would you just get on with it!”

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Hi! *Taps on mic* Anyone here? So! I disappeared for a little bit but I have an update here if anyone's interested

I want to update more but I have 0 motivation to draw i'll be completely honest, so if I do update it will probably come more in writing form like this, would that be okay?

Anyways here's the next part! The sillies are silly, and Huggy and Rex have been captured >:D

First Part

Previous Part

#wordgirl #becky botsford #dr twobrains #boxleitner's return #wordgirl fanart

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the-words-we-sung · 7 months

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First impressions after watching season 3

So after being super patient all day yesterday, I finally managed to get back home and binge watch season 3 last night \o/ I'm just gonna put a few of my first thoughts here for now, I'm gonna need to rewatch everything to have more detailed and coherent thoughts 😁 But first of all, I wanna thanks Amber 💜 (@amailboxlemur) for being the best spectator and companion to my live reactions 😂 It was super duper nice to be able to share these with you while I was watching and going through all the emotions 😱 So I liked the season!! It was a lot a lot but I really enjoyed it!! It made me cry, it made me laugh, it made me blush... All the rainbow emotions 💜

Here is my reaction at the end of episode 5, and I think it sums up pretty well my feeling at that moment :p

So a few randoms comments (I will write more about each episode after rewatching them, which I intend to start doing tonight because I neeeeeed to watch it all again):

[It's not spoiler-free so don't read if you haven't watched the season yet!!]

⁂ Simon was incredibly sad this season and it broke my heart. Seeing him cry just made me cry. He was so lost and broken, I really can't wait for the last episode to see him get better (yes I'm an eternally optimist person so I believe he will be happier!!)

⁂ I wasn't expecting the Micke/Sara storyline but I think I liked it! It gave us a new perspective into the Eriksson family dynamic and I felt so so bad for Sara at the end

⁂ I loved to see Simon being truly angry at his sister!! Baby boy is so used to being nice and forgiving, so it was really refreshing to see him actually be mad and stand his ground about it!!

⁂ Wilhelm Wilhelm Wilhelm. My poor boy is a mess! He was so hopeful at the beginning, thinking he could finally have it all, but yeah it was obviously not gonna be smooth sailing. He's such a messy, broken, angry teenager this season and my heart cries for him. He ends up hurting Simon quite a lot but I cannot be truly mad at him. He's a broken boy trying his best :(

⁂ Which leads me to his family: arghhhhhh. So I was hoping that we would get some more info to understand Kristina at least a little bit, but she's just truly awful this season. And the Duke is not better. I hate them for how they behave with Wilhelm. And on a more personal note: I always saw my own mother in Kristina, but this season it's even more flagrant, and gosh does it make me mad for Wilhelm. His lashing out at them at the end of episode 5 was as painful as it was good to see. I've been in his situation. I've yelled like him too many times to count. So I hurt for him. He deserves so much better. Nobody should have these kind of people as parents :(

⁂ The Erik stuff made me so sad!!

⁂ The whole school situation was a bit frustrating at time but it was interesting to see the characters reacting to it all. Felice is a queen and deserves so much better than her "friends". And Vincent can rot in hell 😠

⁂ They're all incredible actors!! And the show is beautiful as usual. I am slightly disappointed with the music (no song captured me as well as the ones in season 1 and 2, but maybe I just need to watch the episodes a few times for that to happen ^^)

⁂ All the cute scenes between Wilhelm and Simon were just the best. Seeing them be silly boyfriends was the best. And yeah, the chemistry is still chemistrying hard between Edvin and Omar :p

I'm gonna stop my list of first reactions there, but I'll continue in more details episode by episode! Overall I think I like this season, though the ending killed me and the week to come is gonna be the longest week ever ^^' I am not really worried about the last episode. I trust the show. I do believe Wilmon will be endgame. And I think not everything will be wrapped up neatly but I do think the ending will be satisfying. So can't wait \o/

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sunnyrealist · 10 months

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Chapter 18: I Don't Want You to Stop 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: On one of Kate's "Pureblood Society" arranged dates, she ended up with an awful dude who sexually assaulted her. Fortunately, he wasn't able to get too far because Sebastian had decided to surprise Kate with a gift. When Seb showed up and saw what was going on… well, let's just say Clyde Parkinson did NOT have a fun night. After Sebastian beat the shit out of him, he went back to Kate to comfort her and make sure she was alright. Kate pleaded with him to not leave her alone that night, and Sebastian was more than happy to get in bed and cuddle her until they fell asleep. This chapter covers the next morning.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x female OC (Kate Mayflower)

Trigger warnings: Minors DNI - 18+ only. Foreplay, vaginal sex.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Any kind of constructive feedback would be greatly appreciated. A comment, like, or Kudos would make my day!

Chapter 18: I Don’t Want You to Stop

When Kate wakes up, it seems to be quite early. The curtains were never closed the night before, so she can tell that the sun is beginning to rise, based on the light streaming into the room. The events of yesterday evening flood back into her mind; she grimaces at the intrusion and almost begins to panic again, but then she realizes she is not alone. Sebastian is here with her.

Kate examines his handsome face as he sleeps soundly. He almost looks boyish, so innocent in this state, even though he is clearly a full-grown man. His eyes are closed peacefully; his lips are slightly parted. She can hear his soft and steady breathing. She sighs and lays her head back down on his chest. His collared shirt is soft against her cheek.

Sebastian’s eyes slowly open as he feels her body resting against his once more. A warm feeling takes over his chest as he holds her tightly in his arms. He cannot help but smile - this has happened so many times in his fantasies, but this time it is real. It’s not a dream.

“Kate…” he whispers quietly, his voice still sounding sleepy. “What… what time is it?” He looked down at her for a few moments, then closed his eyes again in delight.

“It must be very early - perhaps around 5 in the morning,” Kate whispered back, then sighed softly.

Sebastian caressed her arm and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger. “Kate… do you know how long I’ve dreamed about having you in my arms?” His voice was still rough from just waking up. “I’m never letting you go.”

Kate takes a deep breath,blushing, and a strange yet all-too-familiar sensation fills her chest.

Sebastian yawns and looks at her again. “Perhaps you should sleep more, my love.”

“I don’t know if I can fall asleep again.” Her fingers trace up and down his chest. She’s quiet for several minutes, thinking, until her eyes meet his, not looking away. “Sebastian… I know you said that there is no need to thank you, but I must. Thank you. Thank you for saving me.”

“Kate, there’s nothing you need to thank me for,” he replies quietly, his eyes still locked on hers. “I happened to be in the right place at the right time. Being here with you at this moment is enough of a reward, anyway.”

She gestures for him to turn to his side, and she faces him and places her head on the same pillow, quite close, to be able to see him better. “Sebastian… I don’t understand… How is it that you were here last night?”

He sighs. “I actually came to surprise you with a gift, Kate,” he murmurs. “There was a salesman near the Ministry yesterday morning. I found cinnamon from Annam…” He pauses, watching her reaction. “I wanted to give it to you as soon as I could. Obviously, since I’m here, you can probably deduce that I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t help myself. It is so fucking lucky I didn’t. If I had any virtue of restraint or patience,” he chuckles softly, “and held off until Saturday - today, now, I wouldn’t have been here to protect you.” His fingers play with her hair. “Maybe it wasn’t luck, though. Maybe I was meant to be here for you last night.”

Kate’s blue eyes widen, taking in his explanation. He had been here to bring her something she wanted so badly. He was so excited to make her happy that he couldn’t even wait one more day. Not only that, he rescued her and took care of her and comforted her until she felt safe and warm once more.

Tears begin to prick at her eyes, and she gives him a small smile. “Oh, Sebastian…” she trails off, hesitating. “I…” Kate’s hand comes to his face, lightly caressing his cheek. Her gaze hasn’t left his. “Sebastian… I… I love you,” she finally admits as a tear falls from her eye. “I mean it. I love you.” She pauses. “I think I’ve actually loved you for a long while now. I just… I needed time.” Kate takes a deep breath. “Darling, I love you.”

Kate leans in, closing the incredibly small distance between them, and presses her lips to his for a sweet and romantic kiss.

Sebastian feels a rush of emotions, his head absolutely spinning. “Kate… gods, I love you.” He reaches over, gently running his fingers through her hair. “I… Gods, I’m so happy, Kate.” He grins, absolutely beaming. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sebastian,” she whispers back. “I love you.”

Sebastian kisses her softly as the sun grows brighter, bathing them in a warm, soothing light.

When they break apart, Kate draws a breath and smiles, looking into his eyes. She sounds apologetic when she says, “I… I’m sorry. I really should let you sleep, Sebastian. It’s so early. I should have waited until later.”

“No,” Sebastian replies quickly. “There’s no chance I’m going to sleep now, my Kate. My sun. Do you know how good it feels to know you love me? That you really do love me back, and it’s not just a dream, or my imagination, or me overthinking?” He takes her hand, placing it over his heart so she can feel how rapidly it is beating. Then, he pulls her body closer. “Come here… please… I want to kiss you more, sweetheart.”

Sebastian’s lips are soft, gentle, and tender as he kisses her slowly, so languidly. There is no need to rush. They have all the time in the world to rejoice in each other. Kate makes a little noise of contentment as her hands move to touch his cheeks. There’s no need to speak; their lips express their feelings perfectly.

They make out for a long, long time, only pausing briefly every so often to catch their breath. Eventually, Kate’s hands slide down to Sebastian’s shoulders, and further down, they settle against his chest. He moves closer so he can caress her back and neck.

Waves of love and affection wash over him endlessly as he continues to kiss her. He holds her tightly, running his hands through her hair once more.

“Kate…” he softly moans.

“Sebastian…” she whispers in return, her breath completely taken away.

When their lips find each other again, it becomes far more passionate. Kate follows Sebastian’s example, allowing her own hands to travel slowly up and down his back. Eventually, her fingers brush through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. She presses her body completely to his.

Sebastian’s heart beats faster and faster. He is beginning to feel hot. His kisses grow more and more intense - long, deep, and sensual. His fingers spread across her back, moving downward to explore the curve of her arse.

“Sebastian…” she whispers again, feeling the evidence of his desire pressed against her. “Oh, Sebastian…”

The morning light grows brighter and brighter.

Kate takes hold of his suspenders, lowering them from his shoulders, down his arms, and then dropping them completely. Her fingers take their time in journeying from his stomach to his chest and then his neck.

Sebastian breathes heavily, craving every part of Kate. It feels as though her mouth is his addiction. He was hungry. He was desperate, wanting her in every way possible. His tongue slowly slid over her lower lip until he was granted access. Their tongues began to dance.

Kate wraps her leg around his waist in an attempt to be even closer. Her fingers move to his collar, starting to release each button of his collared shirt.

“Is… is this okay, Sebastian?” she asks, her voice soft and breathless.

He answers by pressing his lips to hers once more. She can feel him trembling, and she wonders if she is as well. They both are driving each other crazy, trying to touch each other in every way possible. Kate opens his shirt at last, pushing it away until he removes his arms from the sleeves without hesitation.

“Kate…” Sebastian moans. “You… you are all I want…” He takes a sharp breath. “I’m so hungry for you… Please, I’m desperate…” His voice sounds raw with passion.

Kate suggestively whispers, “Sebastian… I won’t stop you. I… I don’t want you to stop. Please, Seb…” Her fingers caress the bare skin of his toned torso slowly, up and down, as her lips meet his again.

“Oh, Kate…” he whimpers.

Sebastian’s hands slowly travel down her body, lingering over her breasts and hips, to grasp the hem of her nightgown. He gently slides it off of her body as he looks into her eyes with need.

“You have no idea how much I want you to be mine, Kate… my sunshine… my love…” his voice sounded hoarse.

Inhaling sharply, Kate’s cheeks go pink as Sebastian removes her nightgown. “I’m yours, Sebastian. I’m only yours. My heart belongs to you alone, my love.”

She is completely exposed to him, yet she feels no embarrassment - only the maddening desire to be claimed by him. He begins to kiss hungrily down her neck. An observant lover, he notes which places cause her to whimper, devoting more time and attention there. He spends a long while in the space between her neck and shoulder, clearly a sensitive spot, as she is driven wild. Her breathing becomes labored and whines fall out of her mouth uncontrollably.

Sebastian reaches her bare chest, where his lips discover her round, shapely breasts. His tongue traces circles around one of her pert, rosy nipples, as his other hand caresses the other.

“Oh, Sebastian…” Kate moans, her back arching when he switches to the other breast.

His tongue flicks over her nipple; then his lips close around it and he suctions it softly at first, eventually turning more aggressive and forceful as his arousal spikes.

“Seb… Oh, Seb… I’ve… I’ve wanted this for so long,” she chokes out breathlessly as he worships her breasts. “So, so long… Gods, Sebastian!”

“Oh, Kate…” His voice is soft and tender when his lips finally release her nipple. He continues to cup, squeeze, and massage her breasts, then kisses each of them with equal love and attention. Kate’s moans keep growing louder and louder the more he touches her.

Kate grinds against him, wanting - no, needing - to feel friction between her legs. Her hands quickly go to his trousers, unbuttoning them as if there isn’t even one moment to spare.

“How are you so bloody gorgeous? You are so, so fucking perfect… just perfect for me…” He murmurs. “My gorgeous girl…”

Sebastian pushes Kate’s hands away as soon as she finishes unbuttoning his trousers, hurriedly pulling them off, along with his underwear. Kate’s chest rises and falls quickly as she observes his cock. It springs up and softly slaps against his stomach, the tip dark pink and oozing. Heat pools between her legs as she is reminded of his huge size, his length bulging with veins. For a moment, Kate and Sebastian lock eyes, fueled with desire.

Kate’s hand caresses his waist, then journeys lower. It isn’t long until her fingers trail up and down his dick slowly; she feels pre-cum bubbling at the tip. He groans when she wraps her hand around him and begins to pump. His entire body starts to shake as his senses are overtaken by her touch.

“Kate…” he moaned softly.

He doesn’t wait to take a turn. While stroking him, she begins to whimper the moment his hand reaches her pussy. His hand eagerly explores between her legs, rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud. Kate begins to tremble after a minute - it’s as though she and Sebastian are mirroring each other - both giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously.

She is soaking wet, completely ready for him, but he still continues to apply pressure to her clit, rubbing up and down. Eventually, he slips one finger, then two, deep inside of her, pumping them in and out at the same tempo in which she moves her fist up and down over his cock. Kate cries out; Sebastian keeps taking in her expression to make sure she is enjoying herself.

“Sebastian… Sebastian…” Kate whimpers in a shaky voice, trembling. “Seb…”

His lips return to hers, trapping the mewls in her mouth. Their kisses are deep and full of tongue now.

“Kate… wait… stop… I don’t want to- to come yet…” he groans, trailing off, and in response, she loosens her grip.

As the couple’s moans become one, Sebastian lightly pushes Kate onto her back. He climbs on top of her, pressing her into the bed. They kiss tenderly for several minutes, until he breaks apart from her to look in her eyes.

“Are you…” he pants. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, Sebastian,” she whines. “Please… please…”

The look on his face is filled with complete adoration; he smiles contentedly and kisses her once more, lingering. After a moment, he nudges Kate’s legs further apart, lines himself up with her entrance, and steadily pushes inside, his gaze never leaving her face. Kate gasps softly as she adjusts to the feeling of fullness as he enters her, centimeter by centimeter, until he has bottomed out deep inside of her warmth.

“You feel amazing, Kate… you feel like heaven…” he murmurs. “I love you.”

Sebastian presses his lips against hers, then carefully moves his hips back and forth until he is certain she feels only pleasure. Even then, his strokes are unhurried. Kate reaches her hands up to his head, her fingers burying themselves in his scalp.

Finally able to think again, she chokes out wantonly, “Oh, gods, Sebastian… you feel so good… oh, Merlin… I’ve dreamt of this over and over…”

“Kate… I love you, Kate…” His voice is deliberate and impassioned. “Fuck, I love you so much…”

Sebastian’s breaths grow heavier as he delves deeper and faster, subconsciously following an instinct - a primal need to fill her completely with his seed. He is losing control.

“Kate…” he groans with a trembling voice. “My darling Kate…”

He picks up the pace of his thrusts again. Kate’s legs wrap around his body, pulling him even further inside. Her eyes are closed, her breathing becoming more labored as he rocks into her over and over again, absolutely pounding her pussy.

“Oh, Sebastian… my gods… I…” she keens, her body beginning to shake from the pleasure building inside of her. “I… I’m… I’m already close, Seb!”

“Me too… I’m so close…” he grunted back. “I… I want to…”

He never finishes his sentence. He keeps thrusting, skin slapping against skin. His thrusts are so deep and intense - he practically leaves her body and pushes all the way back in again - over and over and over again. Wet noises fill the air. He could explode any second, but he grits his teeth and tries his best to stave it off until Kate gives herself to chaos first.

Kate shudders after a few more moments, feeling her entire body tense up and her vision going white. “I’m… Seb, I’m coming! Nnnnngh…. Oh, Seb!” she shouts as her walls clamp tightly all around him, sucking him in further.

Sebastian groans, feeling wave after wave of intense euphoria running through his body. His entire body shakes as he finds his release, unable to contain it any longer. “I’m… I’m… Ughhh…”

Sebastian’s hips sputter, and she can feel him twitch deep within, painting her insides with hot, thick ropes of cum. They move together for a few moments longer, making sure that he has ridden out his climax completely.

For several moments, they stare at each other as they pant.

Finally, Kate surges up, capturing his lips in hers.

“Sebastian… that was… that was… oh, gods…” She can’t even finish a sentence, her mind is so frazzled.

Still recovering, Sebastian’s body is coated with perspiration. His breaths are shallow and heavy. His voice is hoarse when he whispers, “Kate… oh, my gods… my gods… I love you… I love you so much…”

When they have mostly caught their breath, Sebastian begins to kiss Kate again.

“I love you, Seb,” Kate murmurs. Her lips meet his over and over again; she struggles to breathe, to even say anything at all between kisses, but she still tries anyway. “I want… I want you in my life… Seb, I think of you all the time… all day long… every day. I want to see you every day…”

Sebastian’s heart rate picks up once more. “I want you every day… every night… every moment… I need you…”

“I need you, too… I love you so much. My darling. My moon. My protector,” she gasps out.

After one final, lingering kiss, Sebastian reluctantly pulls out of her.

As he throws himself over to her left side, Kate snuggles in under his arm and on his chest, facing him. She presses her lips on his freckled shoulder and chest, then rests her head upon him. Sebastian trails his fingers over her hips in a featherlight touch. Their hearts beat in sync.

Kate cannot help but marvel at just how perfect it all feels. She’s meant to be in his arms, to be his. This… this is it. This is what she has been waiting for all these years - the reason she never gave into marriage with anyone who courted her, the reason she never truly got on that well with her prospective suitors. She had unknowingly been holding off for Sebastian Sallow, the devilishly handsome man who shares her sense of humor and fun, who will do anything to make her feel happy and loved, and who, without a doubt, is persistent and determined enough to help her realize all of her dreams. While it seems certain that her family will not agree with her choice, well, ultimately, it’s hers to make. Kate closes her eyes in complete contentment.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x oc #post azkaban sebastian #hufflepuff x slytherin #aged up sebastian sallow

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heliianth · 2 years

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[trumpet noise] free pass 2 talk about Whatever U Want! you can do that anyway but if ur feeling weird abt it here is a reminder that its Cool and Epic to talk about Whatever U Want <3

u sent me this yesterday but im cashing this in as a ticket to gush abt gift of the night fury RIGHT NOW like oufghggdgdhhh i could cry for literally EVERRR abt it there r so many things i loveeee like

theyre friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fishlegs CANNOT read the room hes all ☺️ while viking-brand christmas is falling apart at the seams HELPPP

they actually address hiccup shooting down toothless and hes so devastated at the idea that he might be keeping him somewhere he doesnt want even inadvertently like

hes so Scared to give toothless the auto tail bc "what if he never comes back?" but he cares too much to keep it from him

and when toothless just takes off without much warning hiccup can only stand there hoping he hasnt been imagining a friendship where toothless only saw a cage like OUghdhg he soggy little meow meow who loves his buddy so muchh :(((((

this entire scene is gold and gives all the warm dumbass friend group feelings. astrid and snotlout my beloveds <3 <3 <3

this scene hits SO HARD after httyd2 too like how many times has stoick been celebrating a holiday wishing valka could be there. how many times has he left an empty seat at the dinner table irrationally hoping itll bring her back . "i know what it feels like to miss somebody this time of year" STOP

everyones FACE like especially snotlout SOBBBB .. the face of a man who was forced to drink yaknog when he was 6......

astrid Truly did not deserve this she was trying so hard and all she got for it was exploding eggs 😭 girl im so sorry

HOOKFANG!!!!!

TINY STORMFLY BABIES!!!!!!!!!

zipplebacks are so underrated like look how fucking COOL this one is!!!!!!

gronckle nuggets <3 <3

i personally think its criminal snotlout didnt keep the small hookfang noodle

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EVERYONE SHUT UP oghhhggh tgey r truly each otherss Whole Worldd

#heliianswers #long post #httyd #THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY I JUSTLOVE THIS SHORT SOO MUCH ITSWHAT KEEPS ME GOING

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silentwillowwhisperer · 9 months

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January 3rd, 2024- 2:27 PM

I’ve been procrastinating on making an update for forever so I’m just gonna do a me-info dump here. Ignore it if you wish. If you want, just scroll to the end for the cat pictures.

Firstly: I feel bad about not posting anything in so long so I’m gonna put some of my recent notebook pages here.

Cool. Nextly, I’m gonna complain. Stop yourselves in, folks.

I’m allergic to a lot of things. Dust, pollen, dogs, cats, and birds to name some. Where I am currently staying, there are two cats and a rooftop full of pet birds. Because of the bird issue, my face swelled up. (Under my eyes mostly. My right eye was particularly bad.) So guess who got to go to the doctor on vacation???? Me! It’s me. After that, I was put on 3 medicines for day and night for 3 days. However, one of the meds I was taking was too strong to be taken twice a day and I was struck with strong waves of nausea. And you know what happened next?? I got put on medicine to cure my medicine. Guys this is so funny to me, I actually cannot keep a straight face anymore. I mean, not that I could before, but… ANYWAY. I was given 3 more pills to take and ummmm I may or may not have forgotten to take them last night/this morning. But anyway I think that I should cure my too-much-medicine-for-my-weak-self problem by NOT taking more medicine but I’m not an expert I guess.

Sorry, I’m done now.

Also, I saw this:

and I thought it was milk and I started cracking up because the allergen information says contains milk and that’s really funny to me cuz no duh it has milk in it but maybe that’s just me.

It was yogurt. Not milk.

Also also, I left a water bottle in the freezer overnight because I wanted cold water yesterday but then I forgot about it and this morning I woke up and it was just a large block of ice in the bottle. I’m fairly sure I’m going insane because I found that really funny too.

And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for~ Cat pictures!!

The other kitty, Zoobie is actual royalty and oh my gosh I love her. (Even though I’m teeechnically not allowed to touch her but shhhhhhh) Look at her gorgeous eyes. Also there’s a Jerry somewhere in there that was too cute not to add in.

Her name is fun to say. Zoobiedoobiedoo.

I WANT CAKE.

#tawny post #rambles #cats

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lilibethdrawsreylo · 1 year

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Sneak peek

I'm working on my next hackearney fic, and while I still have several months of writing ahead of me, I can share a short sneak peek with you. No beta, but very mysterious. ;)

Laura comes to North Kill for a grad school research project. Travis is a supernatural entity (kinda?) that pretends to be a sheriff when he encounters people in the woods. The actual sheriff is in on it; here, Laura comes to see him after a brush with a very human danger.

...Laura kinda hoped she was gonna need an appointment or something—to turn tail and come back later. But the receptionist nods at her after saying Laura’s name into a dated office phone’s receiver and stands up to show her the way, as if getting lost between unoccupied desks was a real possibility. It says Sheriff H. Hunnem right there on the frosted glass door.

She knows instantly this isn’t him. While technically she could be looking for a deputy, her gut has been telling Laura she needs the sheriff, and she’s been… bracing, almost, for coming face to face with him. Why, Laura cannot say—not that it matters at the moment.

Sheriff Hunnem is a stocky, older man—probably well into his seventies—with light eyes and drooping gray mustache tinged yellow from nicotine. And he is not the cop who saved her.

“Miss Kearney,” he grouches, rustling through a stack of paper next to his elbow. Finding a dog-eared sheet, the sheriff squints at it. “You left a message about setting up cameras in Hackett Woods, that right? Thought one of my deputies would’ve gotten back to you about that by now.”

“He did, yes.” Feeling like an intruder now that she realized her mistake, Laura perches on a bare wooden chair in front of Sheriff Hunnem’s desk. “That’s not why I’m here, sir.”

“Oh?” Folding the sheet of paper, he places it to the side and directs her a questioning look. “Well then, how may I help you, Miss Kearney?”

“It’s about the man who died. In the, uh, red truck?” Laura shifts uncomfortably under the sheriff’s weary gaze. “There was an article in the North Kill Gazette….”

“That’d be Andrew Mayfield,” he nods. “Nasty fella—over and done with, thankfully, but if you have something to report—”

“I believe—” Breath catches in Laura’s throat, and she has to curl her fingers into fists to mask the sudden tremor. “I believe he intended to attack me yesterday, on Route 919. But he didn’t because there was a, an officer on, I guess, on patrol?” She inhales sharply through her mouth. “I just— I wanted to….”

Leaning forward, Sheriff Hunnem presses a button on his desk phone. “Rosie, bring Miss Kearney some water, will ya? Got a bit of a situation here.”

A minute later the receptionist appears with a full plastic cup and too sympathetic look of someone aching for fresh gossip. Laura thanks her with barely any voice coming out. She drinks the offered water in small, controlled sips, wildly embarrassed at how over the top a reaction she had, considering that nothing happened to her. As far as she’s aware.

Once it’s just the two of them and Laura has calmed down, the sheriff speaks again. “Miss Kearney… I won’t press you for details right now. However, what I can tell you is that none of my guys came across that Mayfield bastard yesterday. So, either your guardian angel wears a uniform, or that officer of yours simply happened to pass through the county. 919 connects two major highways. We get a lot of strangers here,” he sighs, “good and bad.”

“Guess I met both,” Laura mutters, and Sheriff Hunnem chuckles dryly.

“Guess so.”

She goes to push her chair back but stops. “Sir, if somebody was passing through, they couldn’t be on foot, right?”

“...Excuse me?”

“I… don’t think I saw a police car,” Laura admits. She wasn’t sure of it until the words formed on her tongue, sour. Now that they’re out, she can see it clearly in her mind’s eye: no car where there should’ve been one.

Christ, she must be going through some sort of a mental break.

To his credit, although visibly alarmed, Sheriff Hunnem doesn’t outright call her a crazy woman. “Look, miss,” he says after clearing his throat, “it’s a tough thing to deal with, a close call like the one you had, but I recommend you don’t dwell on it.” He opens his palms in a pacifying gesture. “You are alive and well—at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

Recognizing the end of the conversation for what it is, Laura nods in agreement and stands up, feeling numbness spread through her following her earlier outburst. Get it together, jeez.

“Thank you for your time, sir.” She manages a tense smile, ready to flee, but before Laura can open the door to the main office area, the sheriff calls her name again.

“About that project of yours, with the cameras and all. Make sure you’re out of the woods by nightfall.” He looks her in the eye, and a shadow of an elm tree outside the room’s only window cuts through the space as the sun blinks from behind patchy clouds. “We’ve got way more predators who feel at home in the dark.”

#hackearney #my writing #rurrie if you're seeing this #those are magical elms

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bungalowbear · 2 years

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Devil In Her Heart

Pairing: Steve Rogers x dark!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of sex, illness, implied murder, actual murder, blood

Summary: Steve lives in blissful ignorance as you new husband until he discovers your dark secret.

A/N: This is my entry for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor HalloCream Extravaganza. My prompt was: the person you married is more than meets the eye. Title and other inspiration for the story came from this song. I had a good time writing it, and I hope you all have a good time reading it, too! Thanks again for hosting, Roo! 🖤

You sit on the edge of the worn sofa with your back to Steve as you fasten the buttons at the front of your dress. The smell of sex lingers in the air of the small living room, so you go to the corner table to strike a match and light a candle. The smell of lavender and eucalyptus steadily wafts through the room.

Peeking over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of Steve’s toned bum as he stands and pulls on his trousers. The morning light creeps in from between the thin space of the curtains to shine a thin golden line up his back. Your eyes follow its trail upward, past his broad shoulders, to connect to a pair of blue eyes that already look upon you.

Despite your frequent late night visits to the Rogers residence, the weight of Steve’s gaze continues to set your nerves ablaze. The trek from your manor at the top of the hill at the edge of town is always made worthwhile once you step foot into the modest abode. On occasion your nighttime visits even bleed into the morning. Much like this one.

You’re not ashamed to say you find both physical and emotional pleasure in Steve’s company. Especially not when you know he shares the same sentiment. When you first began seeing Steve it was nothing more than relieving your natural urges. But as the years went by you could no longer ignore the way you became so attuned to one another. Every touch, every breath, and even every look on his handsome face you could decipher.

“What is it, Steve?” you ask, walking across the room toward him. You place one hand on his arm while the other gently rubs up and down his back.

“It’s my mother,” Steve confesses softly. “She saw the doctor yesterday. He told her she has half a year before the illness completely overcomes her.”

“I’m sorry.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms drop down to circle his waist in a comforting embrace. “What can I do to help?”

“You do enough.” Steve’s hands cover yours, squeezing gently. “You brighten my day every time you come to see me.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Steve chuckles.

You turn your head upward, resting your chin on his shoulder as your lips form a pout.

Steve’s smile slowly dampens, and he lets out a deep sigh.

“Well,” he pauses, “the new medicine she’s been prescribed costs nearly double what the one she was taking before. I’ve already asked for more work at the lumber yard, but very soon we’ll also need a nurse to look after her when I can’t.”

“I can help,” you plead. You’ve had this argument many times before, but Steve has always been adamant that his household troubles are not for you to worry about. “I want to help.”

“I know you do. But I can’t let you,” Steve declines. “I can’t take your money.”

“Marry me, then.” Your heart races as the words leave your lips. Your arms tighten around him. “What’s mine would become yours.”

Steve laughs. But it quickly halts when he notices your expression doesn’t shift. He easily separates your hands and frees his body from your hold, turning to face you. “You’re serious?”

“After my husband died I didn’t think I’d ever feel the same way about anyone else,” you say slowly. “Then I found you.”

Steve doesn’t react. His serious blue gaze penetrates you so deeply that your hands begin to tremble. You have to hold onto his arms to steady them.

“I love you, Steve.” The words come out so suddenly that you cannot even think to stop them. “And I believe that you love me, too. I can feel it in the way you hold me. The way you kiss me. But if I am wrong, and I’ve entirely misinterpreted, then please put me out of my misery.”

Steve whispers your name. A deep, soft, loving sound that causes your stomach to flutter.

“Yes?”

“People will talk,” he warns.

“They already do. I hear what they say about me, Steve.” You shake your head. “But I don’t care about them. Only you.”

You see the hesitation in his eyes, the way his mind works quickly to weigh the potential outcomes of either answer he gives you. His eyes jump to the door behind you. On the other side is the only private bedroom in the home where his mother is sound asleep.

You’d both been mindful to keep as quiet as possible during your earlier exertions, careful not to wake her. You’ve met Sarah a handful of times while around town and if she suspects anything between you and Steve she’s been gracious enough to keep it to herself.

Steve adores his mother and would do anything for her. Which is why when his eyes drift back to you, his answer written clear across his face, you have to restrain yourself from reacting until he speaks.

“Okay.” Steve’s mouth stretches into a wide grin and you finally let yours flare out across your lips. “Let’s get married.”

❤️‍🔥

You and Steve have been married three months. Though the decision was made quickly, the love he has for you had already grown steadily in the years before. And he is glad to find that it was not the wrong decision.

Though he and his mother are still adjusting to life in a grand house such as yours, he cannot say that he is unsatisfied with the higher quality of living. You have a friendly and diligent staff that includes a butler, a chef, a maid, a groundskeeper, and now a nurse for his mother.

Steve is grateful for all that you have done for him and his mother. But not even your amount of wealth can change the inevitable.

As Steve lays on his back with your head on his chest, bodies sweaty and exhausted from your many rounds of lovemaking, his fingers absently stroke along your back as his mind ponders on what life will be like when his mother’s life inevitably ends. How her grandchildren, if you and Steve do give her any, will never know what it is to be loved by the kind, selfless, and honest woman she is.

“Steve?” Your voice, always there to pull him out of the hole he’s mentally trapped himself in, is a hot whisper that fans across his skin. “If there was a way to cure your mother, would you do it?”

“Yes,” he answer without missing a beat. “I’d do anything.”

You hum lazily, on the brink of slumber.

Steve continues to run his fingers along your skin, lulled by the steady sound of your breathing, until he falls asleep.

When he wakes the next day, he finds you gone and that he has overslept. He gets out of bed and readies himself for the day. The first task of his day is always to kiss you good morning, but seeing as you have risen without him, his mother will be his first visit of the day.

Steve makes his way to the East Wing of the manor. Before he enters his mother’s room, he prepares himself with a steadfast smile that he’s trained not to waver. He opens the door and expects to see his sickly mother, frail and thin. But what he sees instead makes his smile drop.

Having spent the last three months watching his mother slowly wither, Steve is rooted to the floor in shock at the sight of the rosy cheeked woman before him. Even her hair has regained its color, like a gold curtain cascading down her back.

“Ma?”

Sarah’s eyes light up at the sight of her son. She pulls back the blankets and with little help from the nurse gets to her feet. Steve rushes forward and places gentle hands on her arms.

“I’m okay,” Sarah assures. Her lips stretch from ear to ear, blue eyes beaming up at Steve. “It’s a miracle, Stevie. I…I’m cured.”

“What?” Steve’s brow furrows. While he knows this is good news, he can’t help the doubt gnawing at the back of his head. “What do you mean a miracle?”

“I had a dream last night.” She moves her hands to grip his now, tightly as she recounts her experience with wonder. “And a voice called out to me, the voice of an angel. He asked me if I wanted to be cured. I told him yes. He offered me a drink and I took it. Then I woke up and the sickness was gone.”

Steve stares down at his mother, unable to form words. What she says sounds absolutely lunatic. But yet here she is, standing on her own two feet and gripping him with a strength she did not have yesterday. Was this truly a miracle?

Hurried footsteps sound from down the hall. Steve turns his head to see the butler carrying a tea set atop a silver tray, and you with your own tray topped with toast, jam, fruit, and other assorted pastries entering the room.

“Steve, darling.” You’re slightly out of breath as you set the tray down on the table by the window, looking up at him with excited eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come for you sooner. I wanted to surprise you. I came to see your mother this morning and she told me everything. Isn’t this wonderful news?”

“Yes,” Steve agrees, a warm smile forming at your elation. “Indeed, it is.”

“Oh, Sarah.” You turn your attention to his mother. “Please come and eat. You must have quite an appetite.”

She agrees with a laugh and you extend a hand to beckon her from around the bed and over to the table. Steve’s eyes spot a stain the size of a quarter on the sleeve of your dress, a deep red that reminds him of blood. He’d suffered plenty of nosebleeds from fights in his youth to recognize the sight of it.

“Sweetheart?” You turn your head to look back at him. “What’s that on your sleeve?”

You brows knit together as you turn your wrist to examine the red splotch. You let out a laugh at the sight of it. “I was in such a rush to get everything together. It must have got caught in the jam.”

Steve hums thoughtfully. He walks up behind you, looking over your shoulder to see the spread of food. He doesn’t voice his observation that the jam you served is grape. A sweet, dark purple. Instead the high of his mother’s recovery banishes it from his mind, allowing him to rejoice with the two most important women in his life.

❤️‍🔥

The hustle and bustle of the market goes on around you while you watch your husband from afar. He is talking to a blonde woman. You recognize her as a member of the Carter family, though you cannot recall her name.

Jealousy flares in your chest when you notice how close she is to Steve. The way her hand rests on his arm makes you want to stomp over and rip it off yourself, but your husband has more grace than you. He subtly shifts his body so that her hand falls away and there is a more respectable distance between them.

“Why did you marry her?” Your brows raise at the question. So blatant as her voice carries over to the stall where you pretend to inspect a piece of fruit. “I would have warned you myself, but your nuptials were so sudden.”

There is a hint of disappointment in her tone.

“Warned me of what?” You can hear the genuine confusion in Steve’s voice. He was never one for gossip.

“You know. The rumor that she…” Sharon’s voice lowers. You can just barely make out what she says, though you know before she utters a single word. “That she killed her husband.”

Steve voice hardens. “Sharon…”

“Everyone believes so,” she defends.

“Just because people believe a rumor, does not make it true.” Sharon opens her mouth to respond, but Steve is quick to stop her. “The woman I have been living with, the woman I love, is not capable of what you say. She is kind and gentle. She could never hurt anyone.”

Your heart flutters with joy at Steve’s words, lips curving into a triumphant smile as you step away from the stall and walk toward Steve. You come up behind him and loop your arm through his.

“There you are.” Your expression softens to something warmer as you gaze into your husband’s eyes. His hand finds yours and he gives it a firm squeeze. Your eyes flash to Sharon. “And this is…”

“Sharon Carter.” Steve introduces her and you hold out your hand for her to shake. She reluctantly accepts. “We’re old friends.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” you say with a sweet smile.

“You as well.” Sharon’s lips from a tight smile. Her gaze quickly leaves you before moving to Steve again. “It was lovely to see you again, Steve. We should catch up soon.”

Sharon leaves after Steve promises to meet at her Aunt Peggy’s for tea on Friday. You watch her go for a moment before Steve calls your name to get your attention. He gives you a chaste peck on the lips before you both continue on through the market. When you pass the newsstand Steve stops and picks up today’s paper.

“They still haven’t found that young girl,” Steve comments somberly as he reads the headline. “It’s been over a week now.”

Your lip twitches while your mind attempts to conjure a response.

But you’re saved from having to acknowledge his remark when Sarah spots you and calls your name. Steve drops the paper and lets out a chuckle when you quickly drag him away from the newsstand and toward the flower stall.

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The sun has long set when Steve and Sarah return from the theater. You had insisted they go without you to let them spend their own time together.

After Steve guides his mother up to her bedroom and bids her a good night, he seeks you out in your shared room but you aren’t there. He makes his way back downstairs to check the drawing room, the library, and then the kitchen. Steve doesn’t find you in any room.

As he’s about to leave the kitchen he pauses when he hears a muffled scream from the basement. He slowly steps toward the door beside the pantry and opens it. There is a dim light that illuminates the wooden stairs. Your voice draws him down the steps, and as he descends further your voice becomes clearer and he realizes you’re speaking another language. And you’re not alone. The scream he’d heard before didn’t come from you, but the person bound to a chair in the middle of the room.

Steve peeks his head around a thick wooden beam and sees Sharon with tears streaming down her cheeks that drop onto the rag tied around her mouth. She’s placed directly in the center of a circle drawn of chalk with strange markings within it. Steve’s eyes follow your form as you stalk around Sharon with a predatory look in your eyes that he’s never seen before. The maid stands just outside the circle, waiting for your direction. Suddenly you stop behind Sharon and unsheathe the knife in your hand.

“No!” Steve shouts, finally making himself known.

But it’s as if neither of you hear him. You slide the knife along Sharon’s throat at the same time the maid moves forward to collect the blood that pours out of Sharon’s neck into a bronze chalice. The maid hands you the chalice and you bring it to your lips, finishing its contents in several large gulps. Handing the cup back to the maid, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What have you done?”

“Darling.” You look over at Steve. The curve of your lips momentarily shocks him. Sweet and innocent as if you hadn’t just been caught literally red handed. “You weren’t supposed to be home until later.”

“What have you done?” he repeats, stepping further into the room. Steve’s eyes jump from your bloodied hand, to Sharon, and then to the maid who stands silent beside you.

“Oh, Steve.” You sigh. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t find out until much later.”

“You killed Sharon!”

You nod, not denying it. “I did.”

“What is the matter with you?” Steve frowns. He points a firm finger at Sharon’s lifeless body, her blood now a pool beneath her feet. “You just killed someone.”

“Wouldn’t be my first time.” There’s a glint in your eye that makes Steve’s blood run cold. You turn your gaze to the maid. “Grab the mop and bucket please.”

She bows her head in obedient acknowledgement before she leaves, leaving you and Steve alone in the basement.

“Why did you do this?” Steve asks.

“For years I sought out how to keep myself youthful. I searched holy texts, scouring through legends of the Fountain of Youth and the Holy Grail until I realized I was looking in the wrong places,” you explain. Your expression shifts and Steve feels unsettled at the glee in your eyes. “I found a book that explained how to cast spells and perform rituals. I studied relentlessly until I knew I was ready. Now every decade I sacrifice a maiden to the Dark Lord to keep my youthful appearance. My last husband didn’t take the news too well when he found out. He threatened to expose me, but he had an…unfortunate accident before he could.”

“Sharon was right about you.” Steve shakes his head. “They all were.”

Your mouth drops into a frown, a dark expression taking over your features.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Steve promises, “but I’m not staying here, and neither is my mother.”

Steve turns, intent on collecting his mother and leaving at once. But he stops short when you speak again.

“That’s the thanks I get for saving your mother?”

Steve turns his head to look back at you. Dread sinks deep into his chest. “What are talking about?”

“As long as your mother resides in this house she will continue to live the rest of her life free of her illness.” You walk toward him with even steps, your words like honey. Though Steve now knows how deceptively sweet you’ve been. “But if she leaves, the ritual I performed on her will no longer be in effect.”

Steve clenches his jaw, anger and betrayal coursing through every fiber of his being. You stand in front of him, and as you stare directly into his eyes and he can see only fragments of the woman he fell in love with.

“No one pays much attention in these parts when a girl goes missing every decade.” You shrug, as if you were merely talking about the weather. “Two was a bit risky, but you said you’d do anything to cure your mother. I know how much you love her. And I love you. Why would I not do this for her? For you?”

“My mother is old,” Steve whispers. It’s all he can do not to lose his composure. “She will die eventually. And then I will leave you.”

“Yes, but perhaps I can change your mind about me before then.” Your press your lips together into a small smile. Your words spoken just as gently, like so many promises you’ve spoken before. “I’d really like for us to live a long and happy life together, Steve.”

You give him a kiss, lips still reddened by Sharon’s blood, then walk past him toward the stairs, but you pause before ascending.

“The choice is yours, Steve,” you say, looking back at him. “It always has been.”

The maid passes you as she comes down and you walk up the steps. Steve watches you go before he turns and looks on as the maid begins to clean up Sharon’s blood, the same blood that stains his lips.

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Lady Miss Detty Episode 2 Truth Talking - The Essay 13 June 2024

How I Started Loving Men in Wigs

I witnessed a live drag performance for the first time ever yesterday and it was E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

It was my first time attending a pride-related event and it did NOT disappoint. I had so much fun with Rica and some of my friends from class. We were dancing and singing and just having a great time. I still can't believe i got to see Maxie and all the other amazing queens. I've always loved international drag queens but seeing some local ones, let alone from my own university, i cannot stress enough how incredibly proud i was.

I discovered drag back in 2020 when there was a pandemic going on and i had nothing better to do than scroll thru tiktok. Every now and then i would come across some videos of Trixie and Katya from their show UNHhhh. Back then, i had no idea who they were. I'm aware that they're men dressed as women, of course, but i didn't know that it's called drag and that there is a whole world centered around it. Still, i found myself finishing and liking their videos because they make me laugh and also because i was very attracted to the both of them (i still am!)

One day, i came across this video of Katya and Violet where they were doing a Fashion Photo Ruview of their season 7 sisters. I'm not even joking one bit when i tell you that my heart literally stopped when i saw that video of Violet for the first time. She was wearing this dominatrix leather outfit and she had like a half-up, half-down black wig with styling at the front (i don't know how to fucking describe a wig please spare me) and thought, "Oh my god. I've never seen a more beautiful human being in my life." And when i heard her laugh for the first time in that same video? It was over for me. I was done. She got me from that moment.

Until now, the effect she has on me is insane. She's just so unnaturally beautiful and confident and i fucking love her for it. Her drag aesthetic is IT for me. I was so into her that i made a drag race twitter stan account four years ago because i was going out of my mind keeping my love for her to myself. I think my account lasted for a good couple of months then i had to delete it because she did something stupid and people were hating on her. During that time, i accumulated quite a number of followers and made a couple of hit tweets about Violet making me known as one of the Violet Chacki stan account.

My account was doing so good and i made some drag race friends and i really felt like i was part of a community. But then shit hit the fan and people started accusing her of doing something bad so i decided to just delete it permanently. I'm a libra making me very bad at confrontations and there was no way in hell i'm gonna fight for my life everyday trying to defend her name when she doesn't even know i existed. And i think whatever people were saying about her, some of them was probably true. Because no matter how much i love her and how beautiful she is, she's still just a person. She's still a man.

So i left drag race stan twitter and just focused on other queens that aren't Violet. Mainly, Trixie and Katya. Talking about them and what their friendship means to me will never fail to make me emotional. Their videos are what started this whole thing for me and i cannot be grateful enough that those two white bald men exists. I remember back then, i was going through something rough and the only thing that got me through the day was their UNHhhh and I Like To Watch videos. In the process of getting to know T & K, i also got to know drag race and RuPaul and the thousands of other queens that the show produced. For some people it's reversed. They usually watch drag race first and after watching the queen on the show then they would watch other videos or shows that that queen has been on.

For me though, this might be a controversial take, but i actually don't watch drag race. The competing aspect of it is not for me. I don't like watching them lose and be sent home. It breaks my heart every single time. No matter who the queen is. So what i do instead is that if a queen on the show piqued my interest whether it be because of how she looked or how she performs, etc., then i would search her on youtube and start hyper fixating on her for a couple of weeks like a freaking neurotic. That way, i would actually know what that queen's personality is when there is no pressure of competition. This is just my personal take, everybody's different and me, personally, i don't really appreciate competitive shows.

With that being said, i'm going to confess that i've actually never finished a full season of drag race. I almost did with All Stars 7 but i think i got kinda busy so i just forgot about it. Drag race philippines too but i stopped watching when Brigiding got elimanated because she was my bias and i was rooting for her so hard that i cannot bring myself to watch her leave and not make it to the finale. Almost too with Marina on UK vs the World but again, i never finished it for some reason. I used to be embarrassed about this little fact but i think there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I love these queens because they deserve it and work hard for it. Whether i finished their season on drag race or not doesn't really fucking matter.

I'm thinking of writing more about Trixie and Katya but i think they deserve an essay that is solely about them. They have helped me through so much of my shit in life that i feel like as long as i have them and they exist and they're doing their thing, then i'll be fine. I have never had this kind of attachment to other celebrities and it shows just how much they mean to me.

I want to end this essay by saying that i am very grateful to be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community. I mean yeah the idea of coming out to my parents and my relatives knowing i like women scares the shit out of me not because i'm afraid they're not gonna accept me (well i care about that a little bit) but mainly because i don't want to give them something to talk about. Just imagining them talking shit about me being gay behind my back makes me want to bash my head into the nearest wall.

But experiencing what i experienced yesterday, the solidarity of the queer people in my university, all kinds of people being their most authentic self without giving a single fuck, makes me feel so proud and happy to be a part of it. People can talk about us all they want but at the end of day, we're free. We're not doing anything wrong and we're not afraid to pursue what makes us happy even though in the eyes of many people, it's wrong.

I LOVE BEING QUEER AND I LOVE DRAG QUEENS !!!!

I cannot wait to attend more drag shows in the near future. I'm literally imagining spending my non existent money on buying show tickets and making it rain on the queens. It's my dream.

Again, if you reached this point, i love u!

HAPPY PRIDE : )))))))))

Xoxo

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