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the-whispers-of-death · 19 days

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Any of your ocs or COD character with a drag queen!reader

(In the sense that reader identifies as a man but is a drag queen)

I couldn't choose which character I wanted to do, so I did the entire 141 (Stone included).

Price goes to every single one of your drag shows and is a known regular at these shows. He will not mind if you and your drag queen friends want to come back to the house, in full drag queen makeup and clothes still, he'll happily host your friends. He's a supportive king, knowing each of your friends' names.

Ghost doesn't understand drag, not in the slightest, but he's still a supportive king as always. He practices referring to you by your drag queen name in the mirror, so he doesn't make the mistake of referring to you by your regular name in front of the other drag queens when he comes to your shows. He loves tipping your drag queen friends (because they slay each and every time) and he's a heavy tipper. He once got asked if he'd ever do drag and he said, "I wouldn't count it out, as long as I can still wear my skull mask."

Gaz loves drag and drag queens. I imagine you met this man at a drag show and I'm going to say he was also a drag queen. It's a way for him to escape the harsh reality of being a soldier, a way to relax and have fun without worrying about missions. You two do each other's make up, as nice little bonding experience. Sometimes, when he comes home unexpectedly from a deployment, he'll sit in the back of the audience in a drag show you're in and you always know he's there because he cheers the loudest for you afterwards.

Soap was definitely new to drag shows and drag queens when he first met you, but you know he'd totally get into it after a few dates of being with you. You help him with his drag queen persona and help him find out what he wants to do at drag shows to entertain the crowds. It's a great way to spend time together, but he definitely just goes to drag shows simply to support you sometimes. He's a heavy tipper like Ghost and I'm a firm believer at that.

Stone is the more reluctant out of the 141 to go to a drag show, not because he's judgmental, but because he's paranoid. Drag shows tend to draw a lot of crowd and that's a shit ton of people to be paranoid about. He does eventually go, simply because it'll make you so happy. He does sometimes scare the other patrons, because he's so tall and stoic. I can totally see you being able to convince him to also do drag, I mean he already wears dresses, he might as well take up drag as well. It's a great way for him to be more confident about his old battle scars.

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riaki · 5 months

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a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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people-father · 13 days

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#pancakes #the weeknd #kakasaku #the goldfinch #scene #the amazing world of gumball #lighting design #amigas #random icons #sexy geek #drag queen #jojo’s bizarre adventure #morena baccarin #degrade kink #twisted wonderland x reader

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fact-it-always-talk · 16 days

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#domme mommy #sexy geek #nick jonas #sartoria #تمبلر بالعربي #drag queen #jaime lannister #jojo’s bizarre adventure #grimes #twisted wonderland x reader #cross dressing #gideon the ninth

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parisiterileymoon · 2 months

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Angel dust x drag queen reader (platonic)

Readers pronouns: in drag, she/her. Out of drag, he/him

You can choose your own drag name;)

You two were like trixie and katya. Hells favorite hot mess. You only performed at clubs of the other was there. Two peas in a pod. You were backstage one day after a show, shedding a few layers before going back to the hotel. You pull a $100 out of between your fake latex boobs. “Oh shit how did that get here-“ Angel bursts out laughing. “How did you forget someone stuffing money between your titties?” “Well unlike you, I have to put them on!” He puts an arm on your shoulder as he laughs well taking off an eyelash. “OH MY GOD YOUR GOING TO RIP OFF A REAL EYELASH. Girl let me do it.” You take his head in your hand and with your dominant one, attempt to take off his false eyelashes. “You look constipated” “you look like a bitch” you answer without thinking. “Seriously, you look like your trying to push out a shit” “girl that’s cause I’m trying to distinguish fake eyelash from real eyelash and it’s not so easy with you blinking so much” he looks fake offended. “I’m sorry I need to keep my eyes moist” you scrunch up your nose as you rip off his fake eyelash. He widens his eyes excessively. “This better?” “Much actually thank you” he lets out a guffaw. “I have a question” you say, taking off his other fake eyelash. “What’s up?” “What is the tallest shoe you own” you take off an eyelash and he steps back to think. “Oh my god if you need to think it’s too tall!” You both laugh and he doubles over, putting one of his four hands on a nearby table. “We need to stop drinking on the job” you say, wiping a tear as you take off your heels and change into tennis shoes. “Oh hey where did you put that 100 from earlier?” He asks, taking off his wig to reveal the most horrendous ‘wig cap hair’ known to man. “What this one?” You grab it and wave it in front of his face. He grabs it between his teeth and nods.

You are the friend he needs. Don’t let him down.

#angel dust x male reader #ange dust x drag queen reader #angel dust x reader #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hote angel #x male reader

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thirstforhelmets · 1 year

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Ganondorf x F!Reader - Chase Me Anywhere AU

Ganondorf and his wife/F!reader enjoying chasing scenarios.

Wife gets a head start to go where ever she wants.

Ganon then has to track her down to get some action.

After their blades cross each other, a winner comes out on top, of course~

They then pitch a tent, rest up, and repeat the cycle the next day.

Repeat until Wife is sufficiently satisfied and/or pregnant.

#ganondorf x reader #ganondorf/reader #ganondorf #chase me au #chasing kink and fighting kink?#yes siree!#they're honestly dorks #but it can get out of hand if either of them are too crafty #lol the gerudos are wondering why their king/queen are gone for a month #someone has to drag the humping pair of rabbits back to the desert #its all in good fun though

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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Oooo! I have a request! Great Seven!Yuu getting all dressed up for a date, and their parents are doing their best to give advice!

7 Try And Dress Up Yuu For A Date.

Some of them imply Yuu would look nice in a Dress and Yuu has makeup on in Ursula’s part (Cause drag queen) but Yuu is GN. The seven are in Yuus head, but are hanging out as specters. Some Familiars are here. Crush is not specified but Imagined to be one of the first years. I was thinking about hyping this up to reveal that the ‘date’ was just gonna be a play date with ortho but decided not to. Jafar is a mix of Starkid and Disney

“What about this, then?” You happily reply, giving a twirl in front of a mirror as your parent's chatter. It has been three hours, and none of them seem to agree on anything, most are still caught up over you having a date, which they are not happy about. Scar’s tail flicks a bit as he side-eyes you, uninterested.

“Yeesh kiddo, are you going on a date or a business meeting?” Hades replied snarkily, disappointingly waving his hand before looking away. He locks eyes with Maleficent, who just raises a brow and turns her head away. Hades was a damned tease to you off the bat, going on and on now you should at least be 500 years old before you start dating. Though he would never admit it, you can tell he was also skeptical of your date, protective as always, trying to play the role of a cool uncle. If he wasn't a ghost, he would have probably given your date the shovel talk.

“It's quite boring, Rose. Try something more eye-catching, with lots of color!” The Queen of Hearts crosses her arms proudly beaming at her precious child. It’s funny when she first grew attached to you, she was one of the strictest people you met. You’re sure that the mere mention of the date back then would have caused a breakdown. Now, as years went by, she is much calmer and more mature, having grown with you. Mary was just excited to be able to be a part of such a major step in your life, and twice as excited to dress you up for your wittle datey-watey.

Maleficent’s gaze locks onto you. “Well, I think it looks very…” The fae woman pauses, “Human, you fit in well and I’m sure your partner would recognize they’re more than lucky to have you.” Out of everyone, Maleficent respected your independence the most, though you could tell that even she struggled with you having a crush on someone. How she would urge you to wait just a little longer…

“Oh you look lively in anything dear but you should really let your body do the talking, angelfish.” Ursula floats over to you and you feel her soft hand on your back, guiding your to look in the mirror with her. “You have quite the figure like moi, plus there’s never anything wrong with being a little naughty. You’re still young, flaunt it!”

To emphasize her point, she tugs the back of your shirt, making it tighten around your body to show off your figure. Jetsam curls around you like a fancy belt while Flotsam wraps around your neck, snickering amongst themselves. You remember it was during fish family bonding time whilst watching an episode of PuRauls Dragon Race did you tell them about your very obvious crush. It was hard to hide it when they lived in your head.

Your inappropriate auntie and heavily-make-uped eel brothers teased you like hell before Ursula grabbed you by the face with her ghost hand. She wiped off the current drag makeup she was putting both the eels and you in before re-apply a new look. While giving some very Ursula advice and promising she would make you “so captivating they couldn’t possibly say no” did you send off to ask them out, all while the eels cheered you on in their own way. She was the reason you were in the situation you were in now.

“Ursula!” You sputter a bit at a particularly raunchy suggestion from her as the octo-woman laughs. “What? Didn’t I tell you about body language~” “She’s right you know, we villains usually have to seduce to get what we want, you know? Meg did it. So did my brother Zeus, who by the way, is a total horndog between you and me.” Hades gossiped, whispering loudly for everyone to hear. “My diamond isn't seducing anyone!” Jafar huffs.

Queen Grimhilde nods. “They shouldn’t have to try and seduce anyone. Vessel, you need to bewitch and intimidate your potential partner from the start. There is no such thing as overdressing. That being said, this… outfit…” she grimaces, “is not enough…” The evil queen tilts her head up haughtily, strutting around you for a moment before humming.

Mama Grimhilde was the most against your date out of everyone. She only wanted you to have a partner that truly deserves you. The best of the best. She certainly doesn't believe you would settle for one of those hooligans in your friend group. Honestly, she just might try to get you to steal their assets and poison them.

She goes through the very modest closet behind you, examining what little clothes you had all while Scar licks his paws clean. You’re surprised the hyenas haven’t commented on you already, this must still be asleep. Then again, no matter what you wear, you are sure they would tease you by calling you a piece of meat.

“If it wasn't for that…” Grimhilde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts as she shuts her eyes pensively, continuing from her pause. “… crow bastard… You wouldn’t have to wear such garb unworthy of you. When my kingdom rises once again, I will ensure from then on you only dress in the finest of silks and the most comfortable linens…”

Your strictest mother uses what remains of her ghost powers to drag a hand-me-down cardigan and tightens it. It feels domestic… how you wish you could get them a body sooner. “Here,” The queen commands, handing you a long dress skirt. The outfit you wore, fit you well, it was very Pommefiore, actually.

“Oh but that’s so plain, Grimmy!” The queen of hearts sighs. “You’re going to dress them like a clown arent you? Scar nags, the lion barely reacted to the news of your crush, only huffing and saying the better treat you right. According to the hyenas, however, he was worried about you in the same way Mufasa got over Simba.

The Queen of Hearts shoved something over you and you turn to face the mirror to see what it is; The most neon-patterned dress ever made from all kinds of spare fabrics. Where did she even get this from? You hear the Jabberwock in your head chuff in agreement at the question. “Now they won't be able to take their eyes off of you!” She claps her hands together and gives a hearty laugh.

“Not for a good reason…” Jafar sneers. “Ugh,” Grimhilde rolls her eyes with Jafar, as Maleficent just tilts her head. “You know what kiddo? You actually rock it!” Hades smiles, Panic and Pain chucking within your head. “Really?” You ask, raising a brow.

“Oh gods no,” Hades erupts in laughter. “You look like one of Haphaestus’ paintings he makes when he’s drunk!” Hades continues to laugh, and you feel Pain and Panic join him in their cackles. “O-Or! Or one of baby Athena’s finger paintings!” Hades continues to laugh before catching his breath. “Are you done?” You ask annoyedly.

“At least if you go out like that, we wouldn’t have to scare anyone away…” Scar remarks, picking at his fangs with a claw. Jafar held his face and temples within his palm. “Enough all of you.” He barked, still probably upset from the news of your date. He was the most protective of you out of everyone, so it’s only natural that he’s moody. “Though I hate to admit it…” Jafar pauses, closing his eyes pensively.’

“They are grown up now… And they are able to dress themself…” “Agreed.” Replied Maleficent. “After all, today is about them.” The fae woman smiles, before smirking. “That being said, something dark will suit you nicely…” Jafar looks over at Maleficent in shock. “Warm colors highlight their features more!” “Well actually…” the queens begin to speak up.

Here goes another 2 hours…

#yes the eels are in drag makeup #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #the great 7 parents #urusla x reader #jafar x reader #evil queen x reader #Maleficent x reader #scar x reader #disney hades x reader #disney queen of hearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #epel felmier x reader #jack howl x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader

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firez0 · 1 year

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🌙 - Let me get in Drag

Steve Harrington x Dragqueen! Male Reader

The look MR is going for

Warnings: mentions of homophobia?, Steve and reader are already in a relationship, fluff, kisses, lipstick stain, they live together, both are about 26

⭐️

(M/N) stood in front of his mirror, he tried out a new look and it looked great! He couldn't wait for Steve to come home and see him. (M/N) had many shows in the last few weeks and Steve was busy with the Coffee Shop so they didn't see each other much.

While Steve always wanted to go to his boyfriend's shows, he couldn't because it was still a danger. And it was even more dangerous for (M/N). But this was his passion and Steve didn't want to stop him, but he'd still tell him to be careful.

The door unlocked and opened, (M/N) smiled as he heard the door close and rustling. He straightend his back and gave himself one last look into the mirror, before turning around and opening the door to the hallway.

He looked at Steve with sparkling eyes, "How do you like it?" (M/N) asked in a fake seductive manner. Steve looked up and his eyes widening, "You look great! Red looks good on you."

"Really? Thank you, my dear." (M/N) started walking towards him slowly, his heels clacking on the way. Now being a few inches taller than his boyfriend, he gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek. Pulling away he saw the red lipstick stain, making him giggle.

"Red looks good on you too!" (M/N) beamed at him as he blushed a bit, looking into the mirror beside him, he saw the red stain he got from his Boyfriend.

The brunette opened the door to the bathroom to wash off the lipstick. When he returns to the hallway he saw no sign of the Man. He walked into the livingroom and saw his boyfriend stand there with a Polaroid Camera.

"Wanna take a picture together?" He asked with a smile, Steve nodded and walked towards his boyfriend. (M/N) put one arm around Steve's shoulders, he gave him one kiss on the cheek again and hit the camera shutter.

Another pic where (M/N) licked his lips and Steve just smiled, and then the last one where (M/N) gave Steve a kiss on his lips. The three Photos came out perfectly.

"We look amazing, don't we?" (M/N) asked as he rubbed Steve's back. Steve nodded with a smile. "Yeah, we really do."

#drag queen #x male reader #stranger things x male reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington #male reader #steve harrington x reader #male insert #stranger things x reader

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s0uls1sters-inc · 3 months

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Hello! I don't know if you're going to see this or not-

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable.

Have a great rest of your day!

OKAY THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING!!!! I'm not a man so i'm going to do my absolute best into doing this but ofc imma make this a fluff because i think it would be so cute for reader to be supporting angel and telling him how could he looks this is gonna be so cute

Drag!Angel dust x M!reader

Summary: you help angel dust get ready for their drag show but cant help but admire how good he looks soon angle dust invites you to do some drag makeup with him.

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You tighten the soft lace of the corset but still leave a little room so angel dust can breathe properly. You've always admired Angel's confidence when dressing in drag. He just looks so breathtaking the way his big poofy hair swings the way the corset hugs his body oh so perfectly.

“Thanks toots” he takes a deep breath while stretching into the corset to get comfortable. He turns around to give you a big huge “now if you wouldn't mind i should have thought of this early can you get my heels and put them on me?” He asks to give you puppy dog eyes.

“I Know you don't need to give me those eyes i'll always be happy to help” you chuckle you go over to angels shoe rack grabbing his black stilettos. Getting down on one knee you take his foot and slowly slide on the heel to make sure you're not hurting him. You were always as gentle as you could be when helping an angel. You take the other heel and slid the heel on

“Is this good?” you look up at him “yes” he gives you a grin and rolls his ankle around “y'know i appreciate you always helping me” he throws his head back and puts down his foot. “Like i said im always happy to help” you reply back to him and get up from your spot.

Angel gets up his bed and walks over to his vanity pulling on the drawer. He pulls out a single pack of fluffy eyelashes, eyes shadow, eye liner and a red lipstick. “Sometimes i wonder what you would look like in makeup” he spins his chair to look at you

“My dad never let me wear makeup when I was alive, he always thought it was to femmine and scold my sister whenever she put make-up on me” you confesse while pulling up a chair to sit next to an angel. Angel rolls his eyes “well he's not here anymore nothing wrong with being a lil femmine c'mon try it on” he smiles at you

“I mean i wouldn't mind i just don't know how to do it” you shyly say “hear i'll teach you” he grabs out a few more makeup products from his drawer and gives them to you. “Now just follow what I do okay?”

Time skip ( i love drag makeup but idk how to do it :( )

The make up took about 15 minutes due to the fact he doesn't use foundation. You looked at yourself in the mirror truly amazed. You turn to look at angel dust with a big smile plastered onto your face “THIS IS SO COOOOL” you giggle slightly kicking your legs.

“You do really well, maybe one day you can do my makeup “ he says he was genuinely happy you like it this much. He puts the makeup products away and stretches “ wanna come to my show?” he asked “of course” you say

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I hope you liked it. I'm sorry it's not as detailed. If I knew how to do drag makeup. I would have totally put that in here. I might look up some videos on this and make a part two where the reader tries to do drag with an angel for fun. Anyways i love youuuuu- onyx

#angel dust #angel dust x reader fluff #angel dust x reader #fluff #fanfiction #x reader #hazbin hotel #drag #drag queen #male reader #m!reader #soul sisters inc

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selia1ailes · 11 months

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THE RESIDENT EVIL GAY CLUB GAY CHRIS DRAG WESKER EMO ANGST MASSACRE!!!!!!

The Gay Club:

Chris, dressed in a gray T-shirt and cargo pants flashed his ID to the bouncer at the door. He didn’t know why the man was so insistent on checking it, as his buff shoulders quite literally towered over him. Though he just decided to take it as a compliment, not in the mood to argue. He had bigger things to worry about, like the wondrous levels of intoxication Claire and her friends likely reached. He slipped the card back into his wallet and stuffed it into one of his many pockets, the faint music suddenly blasting as the door was pushed open. Saucy Santana’s ‘Material Girl’ was booming over the speakers.

It took a very long moment to comprehend everything he was looking at, the raving lights not at all helping. The door shut behind him as his eyes traveled the club, the stench of sweat and booze filling the air.

Welcomed with the sight of various flamboyant drag queens and a scandalous crowd, he realized that even though he’d never been here before, he recognized one of them. It was Wesker, glistening in the middle of the dance floor, covered in… body glitter? A tight little skirt hugged his hips, his badonkadonk surprisingly voluptuous beneath the thin fabric. Chris couldn’t help but let his eyes travel his length. The hot pink rhinestone crop top he was wearing was slipping down, now revealing the heart shaped nipple covers stuck onto his chest. His sunglasses were on the ground, crushed. It seemed that they had been stepped on, pierced by a heel. It was the first time Chris had ever seen Wesker without them, the first time he had the pleasure of meeting his sparkling sunset eyes. He now wished that he got to see them more often.

Though that wasn’t all of it. There was also a rainbow wig poorly attached to his head. It matched the magical fairy wings that were sliding off of his back. The man was also dancing, impressively balanced on a pair of red pumps, especially considering the drinks he definitely ingested. Chris was 100% sure that this wasn’t his first rodeo.

As he was admiring the sight to behold, he suddenly felt someone jumping onto his back. Red hair grazed his face, and he recognized her before she spoke. “Claire?!..”

“Heyyy..! Oh my god you’re here! I had nooo idea you swung this way..!” She slurred out, reaching to her head and pulling off a pink bedazzled cowboy hat.

“Hold-.. hold this for me..” She muttered, placing it onto his head. She slipped off of his back with a distracted grin, holding up one finger to her brother as she backed away, symbolizing for him to wait. She was dressed in a blue tube top that he knew all too well. He looked over to the figure she was eyeing, greeted with the immaculate sight of Jill. But what was she doing here? Was she-..?

His questioning thoughts quieted when he realized that she was dressed in a red vest and black crop top. He squinted, double checking to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things. But it only confirmed his fears. That was the crop top and vest that were staples in Claire’s closet.

“I’ll be right back!..” Claire giggled before hurriedly stumbling to Jill and wrapping her arms around her waist, happily burying her lips into the crook of her neck. As the two women drunkenly held each other in lustful awe, the weight of what clearly just happened came crashing down on him. He hated to admit it. It left a sharp agonizing pain in his chest.

Claire took his bitch.

Now buthurt, he began to walk deeper into the club, taking off the hat and holding it in his hand. Despite the upbeat atmosphere, he didn’t feel much other than longing. He originally came here to take his sister, and whoever else was too drunk to drive home. But he had just altered that plan. One drink wouldn’t leave him completely incapacitated, and he suddenly really needed it. He took a seat on a bar stool and slumped over the counter. Moments later he heard someone flop down next to him, sniffling.

He looked over and saw his friend, Rebecca Chambers. Her eyes were filled with tears that she clearly struggled to hold back. Chris took a deep breath, worry grazing his brows.

“What happened to you?” He asked. Rebecca met his gaze. She didn’t understand what he was doing here, but truly didn’t care. She was just glad he was here.

“I should’ve never come to this stupid place..” She whispered, her voice cracking as she fell into her hands, tears beginnings to fall down her cheeks. For a moment he forgot about Jill and Claire. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.

“Becca..” He began gently. “What happened..?

She slowly looked up to him, wiping her face. “It happened again! Again Chris!” She cried. “He said he wouldn’t do it, but he did! He got s-stupid drunk, and he made out with Leon!..” She yelled. “Again!” She emphasized.

Chris’s eyes widened slightly. He could easily remember the first time this happened. It was at Claire's lit house party, when Billy and Leon were dropping it hot simultaneously like there was no tomorrow. Though he genuinely thought that was a one time thing. Then again, it was stupid of him to assume that Billy could resist such a man after getting a taste of paradise.

Did Jill feel that way about Claire? Was she her paradise? Was this more than a repetitive fling between them? He had no idea how deeply they might truly care, or not care for each other. If their relationship was physical, or something more. And if Claire really was Jill’s paradise, then what the hell was he? The hellish reality? His head was spinning as he momentarily disappeared to the scary world of his mind. Though it seemed that by the time he returned down to Earth, it was too late to comfort and sympathize with Rebecca.

A tall woman stood in front of them, her figure hugged by a short red dress. Rebecca's slight confusion with Chris’s zoning out washed away as she stared up at her through teary eyes. The woman seemed oddly relaxed for the environment, a half empty glass of wine in her hand. The rim of the glass was lightly stained with cherry red lipstick.

“Oh darling… Are you alright?” She asked Rebecca gently. They seemed to already know each other. Becca's lips pursed before she simply shook her head no, bursting out into another wave of sobs. The woman replaced Chris’s hand with her own. She wore a soft frown.

“Come on.. Let's get you cleaned up..” She whispered just loud enough to be heard over the blaring music. Becca didn’t make any sort of verbal response this time, just starting to stand. The woman wrapped her arm around her shoulders and led her off. Chris could only watch as they disappeared into the crowd.

He swallowed hard, loneliness burning a hole in his stomach as he slumped back over the bar. “On the house, you need it.” A random bartender chuckled, sliding a Peachy keen over to him. Chris groaned and took a sip.

The Women's Restroom

The music dulled as the door shut behind them. The bathroom was surprisingly empty.

Rebbeca remembered Ada. She was the woman from the house party. She’d been drinking a glass of wine there too. Rebecca sniffled, slightly embarrassed by her tears. She doubted the woman remembered her though. She was assuming she was just helping her out of pity or something, considering that she was sobbing in the middle of a club. Either that or she was just a sweet, …beautiful person. She could never forget the flutters she brought her.

“Ada, right?” She began, watching as the woman placed her wine on the counter and collected a few paper towels, dampening them in tap water. “We met at Claire's party.”

“How could I forget?” She asked, growing a soft smile as she walked back over to her. Her heels clicked against the tile floor. For some reason, Ada’s simple response left a small blush on her cheeks. Luckily, it would be pretty well hidden in the mess that was her face.

They now stood in front of each other, face to face. Only a small gap was between them as Ada gently held her chin, and began to carefully wipe off her face, cleaning it of smeared makeup and tears. The touch was delicate, as though Rebecca's face was an irreplaceable artifact. Her heart fluttered at the closeness.

“I’m sorry that happened.” She began.

“You know what happened?” Rebecca whispered.

“I have to watch, it's a bad idea to leave Leon unsupervised, especially here.”

“You are now.”

“Only to clean up his mess.”

Rebecca's heart sank. Ada wasn’t wrong, she was a mess. An utter trainwreck. But it really hurt to hear that from her. She didn’t even understand why it bothered her so much, though she found her eyes burning with tears again. Stupid. This was so stupid.

“You can go, I’ll be fine.” She managed to get out. Ada frowned, pausing with the paper towels for a second.

“I’m not leaving you here.”

Rebecca simply couldn’t find it in herself to argue. But a question crossed her mind as a loose tear fell from her shimmering eyes.

“Why..?”

No answer.

Ada just started wiping her face again, cleaning the new tear. Though another smile had formed on her red lips. And perhaps Rebecca really was just delusional, but she swore she saw a slight tint in her cheeks.

A long silence passed. Ada finished with the paper towel, leaving Rebecca's face completely bare. She took a deep breath, tossing away the paper. “There you go..” She whispered, though not backing away even a step. She gently cupped her cheek. Rebecca couldn’t help but lean into the comforting hand, the flutters intensifying within her.

“They don't mean it sweetheart.. They’re just messing around.” She assured. This hurt Ada a lot more than she dared to acknowledge. Becca swallowed hard, wrapping her arms around her own waist nervously.

“But he told me it wouldn’t happen again..” She whispered. Ada nodded, but didn’t have a chance to respond further as Rebecca ranted.

“I trusted him. Why would he do this again? He must like it. He must not care about me… He knows how much it hurt me the first time, and he went ahead and did it again..!” She was getting overwhelmed again. “Does he even love me?!..”

Ada sympathetically sighed. “Yes, he does.” She whispered, no hesitation in her voice. Her thumb gently ran over her cheek.

“How do you know?..” Rebecca pleaded.

Ada chuckled softly. She had so many answers to that question. She knew because of Leon. By the way the man always came back to her with more desire than the last. The way he never truly forgot who his real love was. And if Billy truly was hers, he’d do the exact same thing. But maybe her judgment was also clouded by the fact that she liked her. Liked her just a bit.

“Because he’d be stupid not to..” She whispered, slowly guiding Rebecca's hand off her waist and onto her own. She still cupped her cheek, but did nothing more.

Rebecca's eyes widened with a new feeling. One that had nothing to do with Billy. Her heart was jumping out of her chest as gently held Ada’s waist. Slowly, her other hand found it as well, now staring up into her eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, what she was doing. The only thing she did truly know was that she wanted more of whatever this was.

She watched Adas smile warm, felt the careful hand on the back of her neck, the gentle thumb that ran across her lips. It felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She wanted to crumble into a ball and disappear, while also wanting to stay like this forever.

Ada took a small step closer to her, and Rebecca found herself tightening her arms around her waist. She looked down to her lips, and then back to her mysterious eyes. She felt the blush that burned across her cheeks.

They were only breaths away when the door to the swung open. Jill and Claire stumbled into the bathroom in the midst of an intense makeout session. Between kisses they giggled, murmuring inaudible desires. They were too drunk to care for the others in the bathroom, practically falling into a stall together and slamming the door shut.

Rebecca's blush now deepened, but this time with embarrassment. She quickly pulled away from Ada, taking a sharp breath and running a hand through her hair. That must’ve been what Chris was so down about.

“Thanks for the help..” She hurriedly said, nervously fiddling with the dog tags around her neck as she ran out of the bathroom, avoiding Ada’s gaze as she did so.

The bar

After Becca left, Chris was alone for a while. Saldy he sipped his girlie pop drink, propped up against his muscular arm. After a short while, he caught a glimpse of them tumbling into the bathroom together. Caught a glimpse of them in a heated make out.

Seriously?

Again.

At that moment, he gave up on sipping the drink. He chugged it, and ordered two more. He hated to admit how good it was. He wasn’t driving anyone home tonight. They would all be calling taxis tonight. As he slammed the second cup back down to the bar empty, he felt a hot breath against his neck. He froze, feeling hands that slowly trickled over his shoulders. From the corner of his eyes he could see a hot pink manicure on masculine hands. Finally he turned back.

“Wesker?-..” He muttered

The man wore a gentle grin. This close up, Chris could see the carefully done makeup. An array of blues and pinks, complemented with a golden eyeliner that had been painted with a careful hand. Wesker began to softly massage Chris' shoulders.

TO BE CONTINUED??

(PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!)

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eluxcastar · 1 year

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I haven't recovered from the fact Trixie and Katya were talking about dilf nut and said "You know it works" and my brain just immediately went Pierro and those breeding kink fics I need everything taken away phone on the table

#☆ — riri says.#this is what happens when you give autistic people drag queens #pierro #genshin pierro #pierro x reader #pierro smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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what would geto's drag name be?

ANON ………... I DON’T THINK I’M QUALIFIED TO ANSWER THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 he would look very good in drag though. very good.

………….. drag queen!geto is invading my thoughts oh no

#ANON IF U HAVE ANY NAME IDEAS IM ALL EARS???(?(#i am disappointingly ignorant to drag culture customs </3 love them though #ok but we cant talk abt this w/o mentioning the most obvious choice….. gojo would EAT as a drag queen he’d have so much fun #okok but genuinely wouldn’t it be kinda fun to write a drag!geto x reader piece… i’d have to be the first one right…….#i’ll take any excuse i can get to write queer fanfic <33 #ask tag ✩

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tetsunabouquet · 2 years

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Takao’s love for singing (headcanon)

-Alright, this guy totally knows all the meme songs and sings them from time to time, (especially when he's messing with Midorima). -I wouldn’t be surprised if he and Kise tag along to the same karaoke party some day after Last Game. -If they’re both legal adults, please cover your ear drums if you get close to the building. Their drunken singing (especially Takao’s), will make your ears bleed. -I feel sorry for the staff having to deal with these two. -If Takao had a s/o, they better have a great, resilient pair of ear drums because this boy will totally serenade you in romantic moments, whether you like it or not. -That one person at your work place who loves to sing, though they are actually terrible and everyone has literally forbidden them to sing? That’s Takao (as much as it is my mom). -Your wedding proposal? Oh dear, you better start praying to the heavens he’s not pulling out the big guns like a microphone and speakers to sing you a proposal song he made up for the special occasion. -Takao has one of the widest range of music on his playlist out of the KNB boys. He knows bands from all over the world. -Though I also can see him as the type who never researches what the foreign lyrics he’s singing actually mean. -Like singing that one popular, dirty German song, “Arsch Der Welt.” Yeah, he totally doesn’t understands. -Which only makes it even funnier. -That one tourist in Tokyo who overhears him and knows what he’s singing just staring at him, silently judging. -He’s definitely into karaoke dates. -If his s/o was just as terrible as he is and just as careless about it as he is, I pity your enviroment and their eardrums. -Would prefer those who act like a clown as he sings, and join in on the fun regardless of them being as terrible as him though. -Like, he wants to be the clown shoes to your red clown nose. -If you’re into parody songs and you know a comedian-musician he doesn’t? Better introduce Takao to it. -He regularly uses gifs from music videos on his WhatsApp. -I can even see him introduce Reo Mibuchi to drag queen artists. -Those two singing ‘Let Me Be A Drag Queen’ by Sister Queen after a bottle of sake is my crackhead fantasy.

#knb #takao #takao kazunari #knb x you #knb x reader #takao x reader #singing #karaoke #kise #mibuchi reo #parody #drag queen #music

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scarlettjohanssons-mistress · 2 years

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Queen of the night

Warnings: Hypers Queens, bio queens, drag queens, firts meetings

Word count: 0.9 K

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Prompt: One shot that portray the diversity of the LGBT community

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Marvel masterlist]

“I spoke with the mayor, about many things, but something that came up was an idea that seemed wonderful to me. He invited us to be present at the LGBT pride day march”

Tony raised his hands so we could see the photos that FRIDAY was projecting, only to see floats, extravagant costumes, drag queens , flags etc.

"Oh, that's great, it's a great party" Sam spoke, while taking a big bite of a cookie

“have you been before?” Steve asked

“Sure, it's a lot of fun”

"What is an 'LGBT'?" Thor asked

“Look, usually a person...” Tony started to explain, but before he got off topic, I interrupted him.

“And, is it completely necessary for all of us to go?”

"Come on Nat , how can you not want to go to the best party in the state?" Sam asked

"Won't that be your 'I don't want to hang out with gays ' side?" asked Steve mocking

"I wasn't the one who was born at the beginning of the last century" I took a cookie from Sam and threw it at him "what worries me is our safety, unfortunately, now, we are public figures, and perhaps it would be dangerous to be among the population..."

“Girl, of course we are not going to walk, we are going to be in a car, along with other people. Drinking and having fun”

Apparently, there was no way to make some other excuse to persuade the team not to go and stay in bed watching any series; because, everyone started to get excited, including Wanda, who was excited to be able to go to her first 'American party'.

While everyone else started rambling about their excitement, the party, and a few other things, I just grabbed my plate of oatmeal and fruit and left so I could sit in front of the TV and watch the serial killer documentary I had left behind half

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The famous day of the march arrived, the mayor very kindly accommodated us in a double-decker bus without the roof.

At first I thought it would just be us on the bus, but all of a sudden people in fancy outfits, drag queens and other people started to get on.

My slight problem with crowds resurfaced, causing me to feel short of breath, head spinning, and vision starting to blur, so I carefully got up from my seat and tried to walk.

"Natasha..." Wanda spoke?, I really don't know, I was listening too far away

I went down the stairs, holding tightly to the railing, until I hit the sidewalk and collided with a mass of colors

“Hey, be careful” the dough spoke, but, seconds later, the same dough grabbed my shoulders and made me look at it “hey, are you okay?”

My vision cleared a little, until my eyes were fixed on a drag queen , she was smaller than the rest, despite her heels; and had a long pink wig; obviously the makeup was perfectly in order and the person smelled very good

"Are you OK?" she asked again, and then I realized that even her voice was sweeter and softer than other drags.

"You are not a man" I pointed out, a little way and abruptly

“Wow,” the drag queen laughed, but didn't let go of my shoulders, “you're an observant girl. I'm Sofie Moore, the real New York Show Girl and a 'bio queen ' or a 'hyper queen '” she did a few dance moves, making the corners of my mouth unconsciously rise “but, out of the night life , I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, Black Widow” she let go of my shoulders and held out her hand, I gave her a squeeze

“You know who I am” 'really brain? You meet a cute and interesting girl and you just point out the obvious?'

"Of course I know you" she laughed "You are an incredible heroine"

Apparently, until that moment, my brain managed to react and give a much more coherent response.

"Can you tell me, Natasha"

"Well, Natasha" she emphasized my name making me laugh "it's better that we get on any bus, the parade is about to start"

“Which bus did you get on?” I asked for

"I have to go to the one in the back" Y/N pointed to the last bus, which was full of drag queens

"Ohh," I made a face, causing Y/N herself to do another

"and you?" I pointed to the nearest bus, causing Y/N to turn to look, and we both realized that Clint, Tony and Wanda were trying to look at us discreetly, and tried to hide quickly " Ohh " her drag friends started yelling at her, so that got on, so, it was our time to say goodbye

“I don't want to entertain you anymore. It was nice meeting you, Sofie” I gave her hands another squeeze and tried to walk away, but she grabbed my wrists, spinning me around again.

"If you want to see us again, I'm going to be at the ' Albatross Bar' for a big after- party and I'm here from Thursday to Sunday, from 10:00 PM to 3:00 PM." From her little bag, she took out a card from the place "if you're lucky, maybe, you'll get my number" she winked at me, causing me to giggle "by the way, call me Y/N" she gave my cheek a quick kiss and ran off, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks

"Bye" I tried to say, but Y/N was so far away, that I doubt very much, she managed to hear me.

Much calmer now, I made my way back to the bus and plopped down next to Clint, still a bit dazed from the recent encounter.

"Who is your new friend?"

"GIRL FRIEND" I clarified, still stupefied "it's Sofie"

Note:

Yep, I chose this "theme" because I am a Hyper Queen (I'm just experimenting with my character, Rosa Vagina) Not to mention that, in the Mexican drag community itself, hyper queens are a little touched topic.

I hope you enjoy this.

I appreciate the reblogs, the likes and the comments

#mcu #marvel #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanov fluff #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanova x reader #the avengers #lgbt pride #lgbtq #lgbtq community #drag queen #hyper queens

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writerofthewinds · 2 years

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Drag night contest ! Aiden Flynn x DragQueen Reader

total words :1188

You were waking up to a ray of sunlight that slipped through the curtains of the bedroom you and Aiden were sharing together. You were the first one to wake up. As you were checking what hour was displayed on your phone you couldn't stop yourself from staring at Aiden's sleepy face. He looked so beautiful with his green hair and chiseled body. You went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and thought anxiously about announcing to your boyfriend what your job is and what his reaction would be. Would he be judging you? Supporting you? As you were anxiously lost in your thoughts you forgot that you were stirring your soup and accidentally touched the burning pot. AHHHHHHHHHH SHIT !!! You screamed as you took your hand away from the burning pot. Your scream of pain woke Aiden up he rushed to the kitchen to see what was happening.

Honey, what's happening? Aiden said looking worried. I accidentally burned myself while cooking breakfast. Wait let me check he said. Don't worry you'll be fine I saw the worst at camp I have a cream that can help you wait. As he went to the bathroom. You couldn't help but think what a wonderful boyfriend you have, which made you even more stressed than he could think about your job. Your thoughts were interrupted when he returned from the bathroom with some cream and bandages. Hey, come here gimme your hand, ok here you go. He applied the cream and wrapped your burned hand with some bandages after finishing he kissed your hand. Here you go you will be fine it will be gone in no time trust me he said with a proud smile. Thank you honey you said while kissing him. OH SHIT what's happening? I'm gonna be late for work I need to go .Y/N wait I can bring you there he said. Don't worry I'm going to get by see ya you said while slamming the door of your apartment in a hurry.

You ran to the bar where you do all of your drag performances. As you entered the establishment you saw your biggest rival your nemesis Amy Thyst recognizable with her purple hair and makeup looking like an amethyst hence her name. So why did you arrive late huh? She said with a mocking tone. It's none of your business Amy leave me alone. Aww, you hurt your hand that's tragic, hope you won't need it for tonight. You remembered why that day was so important today was the finale of the annual contest in your town the winner will get 20 000 Dollars plus would have the chance to perform at the Stonewall Inn with its history and fame would make you famous. Little did you know you had all chances to win and Amy knew that perfectly so she had a plan to make you lose so she can get the jackpot. The plan was simple to tell your boyfriend what your job was so he will go there and make you fail the performance.

Aiden was checking the mailbox as he always does and then sees an unusual letter and invite . Curious he opens it and it is an invite in purple ink with a photo was written finale of the annual drag contest he took the photo that showed the two finalists he examined it and was shocked when he recognized you he saw right through your makeup heels and wig. He found you fantastic and decided to cancel his plans for the day to watch your show all of this completely unknown to you. You were preparing in your loge being completely freaking out this was the chance of your life .

You managed to hold yourself together and overcame your stage fright and joined the stage for the finale of the contest the song. You and Amy had to make and perform if you won this round you win the competition .Amy started singing a song from the 70's and once she finished the public applauded .And Amy approached you and said : you will never win this i made sure of it .You frowned wondering what did she meant by that .You brushed it off and started singing as you were singing the song you made wich made the public surprised because they don't know the song. As you were singing and scanning the crowd you spotted Aiden and made eye contact with him he smiled at you and you panicked .

You were crying infront of the mirror in your lodge , feeling desperate and humiliated. But then, Aiden suddenly appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck gently.

"Hey, don't worry baby," he said softly. "I still think you look incredible. I'm just so proud of you."

You looked at him and managed a small smile, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. You continued to perform your song, feeling stronger than ever as Aiden smiled at you with admiration in his eyes.

You forgot the lyrics of the song and started humming instead and you saw Amy smiling at you while singing her song. Aiden was shocked but remembered your words when he said how amazing you were so he stood up and threw a tomato at Amy hitting her straight in the face . Startled she screamed I'M BLEEDING!!! I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL. You totally forgot about her and won the contest even bigger than expected.

As you walked off stage victorious, a shower of cheers and confetti falling down all around you, you couldn't help but smile as your fans showered you with praise for your incredible performance. Still feeling adrenalin pumping through your veins, you headed to the dressing room to get ready for your next show.

But as soon as you stepped into the room, all thoughts of celebration vanished from your mind as a searing pain shot through your burnt hand. Cursing under your breath, you quickly grabbed some ointment from your drawer

And applied it to your hand, gritting your teeth against the pain.

While you were dealing with your hand, Amy came barging into the room, still fuming from her humiliating defeat. She glared at you as she spoke.

"You may have won this contest, but I'll make sure you never perform at the Stonewall Inn. You're nothing but a talentless fraud who doesn't deserve any of this!"

With those words, she turned and stormed out of the room, leaving you alone with your throbbing hand.

Sighing in frustration, you quickly finished getting ready for your next show and headed out onto the stage. Despite the pain in your hand, you managed to put on an amazing performance that had the entire audience on their feet cheering for more.

As you took your final bow and walked off stage, you couldn't help but wonder what Amy's next move would be. But one thing was for sure: no matter what she was planning to do you won and your boyfriend supported you u felt invincible .

#lgbtqia #male reader #lgbtqplus #lgbt representation #drag queen #camp buddy #pride month #story #gay reader #gay stories #gay #story prompt #writerofthewinds

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