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i-love-ateez · 10 months

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Woosan - Horny

This has a slight smut, little space & fluff.

If you don't like reading smut, please move on!! ⚠

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"I'm so horny...I need San"

Wooyoung was at home watching tv with Hongjoong, Mingi and Yeosang. "Ewww!" Yeosang spewed after seeing a spider on the tv. "Its fake-" Hongjoong said annoyed. "Let me watch the SHOW!" Mingi screamed, pushing them out of the way and grabbing the remote from Yeosang's hand and clicking "Play". Wooyoung was just there watching the drama because he wasn't in the mood for their fighting. He was just horny. No he was VERY horny, he definitely needed San.

San, Seonghwa, Jongho, and Yunho came out of the room and had watched the chaos until they realized that their boyfriends were here. "Babe." Seonghwa sternly said. Hongjoong's face lit up. Hongjoong started crying at the sudden stern in his voice. "Baby, don't cry." His voice became soft. He lifted Hongjoong to his room.

The others just stared at them. "Who started it?" San asked. "It was Yeosang!" Wooyoung said not interested in anything but San's cock. His gaze was only there. Once san heard his voice, a tent was filling in his pants. Once Wooyoung noticed it he became even more horny, but hard too. "Is it so?" Jongho said. "Yeah I am sorry." Yeosang looked down. "OF COURSE IT IS YOUR FAULT! I COULDN'T WATCH THE SHOW IN PEACE!" Mingi yelled.

"Mingi! Here NOW!" Yunho very rarely got angry, and that shocked Mingi. "Daddy!" Mingi started crying. "Baby come on...apologize...." Yunho said softly. "I'm sorry!" Mingi wailed. "And what else?" "I won't scream at you ever again..!" "Baby I am sorry, but because of your actions you are getting a punishment." Yunho softly said not to shock the younger. To get Mingi into his senses to stop crying. Yunho slapped his butt. "It stings!" Mingi pouted. Yunho lifted him to their room, obviously for his punishment.

"Yeosang, you have to apologize to all of them!" Jongho said. "They got into trouble because of you, baby." Jongho said. "I'm sorry Wooyoungie!" He cried. "Iz fwine Yeo!" Wooyoung clapped his hands together but couldn't stand the pain of his cock so he moaned. "Mhhhhm-Aghhh that hurts." "Sannie!" Wooyoung moaned. "Okay baby come on let's go to my room. You have to apologize later okay yeo baby." Jongho said confirming. Once they left to their room, San was looking at Wooyoung with lustful eyes.

"Who's a good boy!" San walked closer to him and cuddled closer into his scent. "Mhmm. Cherries and Lavender. Love it." This always made Wooyoung happy and San knew it. "Dadda!" Wooyoung squealed. "Yes princess?" San dug further into Wooyoung's stomach and started to blow into it. "Bwahhhh" San kept making Wooyoung laugh until they became choked laughs and moans.

San lifted Wooyoung to their room and shut the door. "Baby, will you be quiet for me?" Wooyoung just squealed, he was too horny and he needed it. "Words." San sternly spoke. "I-i need it." He cried. "I w-want you." San walked to him and started to undress wooyoung. Once he was fully naked San told him to turn around. "Let's count to 40 babe okay?"

"O-okay" "One......T-twelve.....T-t-twenty-two.....T-t-t-th-i-irty nine....F-f-f-FORTY-" Wooyoung screamed, panting.

"Come here baby!" San patted his lap for Wooyoung to come.

"Okay pucker up!" San said as he got the strawberry scented lube from the side table. San coated Wooyoung's entrance with his saliva, slowly tasting his inside. "Mhmmm" Wooyoung panted waiting patiently for him to stick his dick inside him. San slapped his butt and then soothed it with his hand.

"Pleaseeee-AHHH" Wooyoung begged and immediately San's dick pushed into him. "MHMMM- SANNNNN!" Wooyoung moaned in pleasure. The room was filled with lustful and lewd noises. "I love you baby!" San said while littering hickeys all over Wooyoung's neck and collarbone. "You are mine and only mine!" San growled while thrusting deeper and deeper into Wooyoung.

Once they were done, San prepared a nice hot bath for Wooyoung. "I hope you're not hard anymore baby." San chuckled while checking the temperature of the water. "Come here! The water is at the right temperature." San patted his lap waiting for his boyfriend to come over. He slapped his butt and Wooyoung let out a shrill scream. "Ahh- baby!" Wooyoung angrily said.

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I hope that you like it! I really don't if people are reading my stories but thank you! Please give me requests because I am running out of ideas hehe.

~Hwari

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4shfur · 1 year

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hiiiiiiiiiii what's your top 5 bats. bats of all time

OKAY YAY TOP FIVE JAMIE FAV BATS TIME. in no particular order

1. egyptian fruit bat (Rousettus aegyptiacus) CUTE TINY BABIES. all they think about is b cute and eat fruit 🥭 they help mango farmers by only eating mangos that ripen early or that are missed by farmers. By doing this they prevent the fruits from molding and attracting fruit flies :))) OOH and also they are in the only genus of flying foxes with echolocation. they echolocate by clicking their tongue or with sounds made by their wings!!!

2. VAMPIRE BATS. this is three seperate species/genera but AGHHH I LOVE THEM. Hairy legged vampire bat (Diphylla ecudata) is my fav bcs of his big eyes 🥺 <— him

anyways THEY R SO COOL. they form lifelong bonds w/ each other and share food by regurgitating blood ☺️☺️☺️ they also adopt orphans. Their saliva is 20x more effective then any man-made anticlotting agents and is being studied to make medicines for people with strokes and such :D ALSO THEYRE THE ONLY BATS THAT CAN WALK!!! theyre fast enough to run on a treadmill!!!! Im so proud of them!!!!they dont have enamel on their front fangs, which keeps them sharp all the time and they r the only mammal that lives entirely off blood. its theorized they evolved from insectivorous bats that ate bugs off the wounds off of other animals :)

3. PALLID BATS (PALLIDUS ANTROZOUS) ever been stung by a scorpion? i havent, but i bet it would hurt like shit. luckily, pallid bats are IMMUNE to scorpion and centipede stings. that is so cool. they are also super good pollinators!!! most nectar bats have really long snouts 2 hold their long tongues but pallid bat doesnt! so they just shove their faces in the flower and get pollen. everywhere. also… they have….. TWINS!!! TWO BABY BATS

4. brazilian free tailed bat (Tadarida brasiliensis) these guys are everything. fastest bats, fastest mammals, fastest flying animal powered by their own flight (almost 100 mph!!!!) they smell like corn tortillas because they emit an aromatic chemical compound called 2-aminoacetophenone.

They have the biggest urban colony (1.5 million bats under congress avenue bridge) and biggest colony IN THE WORLD (20 million bats in bracken cave), both located in texas. the floor of bracken cave is covered in 70 feet of guano. the dermestid beetles in the cave ingest the guano and produce even more ammonia fumes that will make you pass out if you dont wear proper protection. people used to mine guano in the caves with nothing but a bandana.

its a nursery colony, so around 10 million females come during the summer and the size doubles to 20 million when the pups are born. 500 babies or 300 adults fit in 1 square foot.sometimes the babies fall and the dermestid beetles eat them to a skeleton within hours. The bats emerge from the cave in three seperate emergences in a spiral called a "bat-nado" which helps them gain momentum. Their wings are long and thin and their tail is too, it helps them with fast, direct, flight.

5. spectral bat (Vampyrum spectrum) super epic. The largest bat in Yangochiropteria. They use both echolocation and sight to hunt and they can pounce like cats >:3€ they eat rodents, birds, insects, and OTHER BATS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHQHA they also form cute little families 🥰🥰🥰 oh also goth from silverwing is a spectral bat!!! honestly it was such a missed opprotunity not to make him look more like a spectral bat in the show?????? it wouldve been way cooler and menacing then his actual design lol

honorable mentions: wrinkle faced bat (Centurio senex) heart nosed bat (Cardioderma cor) little brown bat (Myotis lucifugus) large flying fox (Pteropus vampyrus), new zealand lesser short tailed bat (Mystacina tuberculata)

#bats #zin speaks

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lowpressurefucker · 2 years

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Dancing

Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, suggestive? cussing, gore? reader is shorter than boyfriend. if there are any more please let me know

Summary: dancing with your boyfriend is the most fun there is.

Word count: 1250

This took a completly different turn than i was going for but whatever. Also pretty sure this sucks but eh.

“Okay okay okay, ready?” you clicked the little play button on your phone and bobbed your head, a smile growing on your face as you watched your boyfriend's face transform from confused to excited when he heard the song you chose play on the speaker.

“No fucking way” he was excited, and you nodded to show how incredible you were. “That's right, it's the greatest song in the universe thank you very much” you pointed at him with pink fingernails while you started to move your body. “Come on Eileen”.

You smiled and he smiled back with a grin as big as it could get, and eyes full of rush. He opened his arms and ran toward you, picking you up into a hug and spinning you around. He put you down and held you by the waist for a couple of seconds to make sure you wouldn't tip over from the spinning. After he was sure you wouldn't fall he backed up without turning away from you and you copied him. The beat was getting faster and the song was approaching its chorus. You looked at him straight in the eyes and nodded with the best serious-looking expression you had, and he did the same.

“Come on Eileen! oh I swear that he means!”

As soon as you screamed your lungs off to that line you both started shuffling your feet one in front of the other, in a way that would twist them and also move you forward so that you met each other, staring at one another with the biggest smiles and the brightest eyes. You also moved your arms like you were a chicken, meeting the beats of your feet. A dance moved you had no idea where you picked up, but that now was an irremovable part of your favorite ��choreography’.

This was the greatest song to dance to, because as soon as the chorus ended, you each did your own thing, moving every body part like coordination was an alien concept. Swaying your hips and wiggling your arms and making funny faces at each other. Not giving a fuck of embarrassment. It was one of the greatest things about you two, there was no need to hide or try to impress, you just wanted to have fun.

After a couple more choruses you were beat, melted into the dining chair. All your limbs as far apart from each other as they could in an attempt to cool yourself down and panting with hot skin and sweat beads rolling down your forehead.

Your boyfriend was not doing any better, also a sweaty hot mess, chugging down the biggest glass of water he could find standing by the sink. His face was like a tomato and you were sure yours was as well.

You stood up supporting yourself with the dining table and walked next to him while he was pouring himself a refill from the tap. Still tired but wanting to help, you sucked in as much air as your lungs would let you, and then blew it straight at his face. The change of his expression was immediate, from exhausted happy to refreshed happy. He tilted his chin up and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. His hair was being pushed back slightly.

When the air stopped hitting his face he opened his eyes and turned his head to you.

“Why’d you stop, I was enjoying that” he complained.

“Hey you know I'm tired too” you complained back, using your hands to demonstrate you were as red as he was.

“look” he turned his whole body toward you and started fanning you with his hands. You laughed at his actions but they were really refreshing. It made your cheeks feel cool and your hair flapped just a little bit.

You took in more air and started blowing at him again. Now both of you could be cool.

After about thirty seconds all you could do was laugh. You were completely out of air and his wrists were tired. He held his arms straight forward but didn't have any strength into keeping his hands forward too.

“Aghhh fear me, Frankenstein” he moved his arms up and down a bit and kept a stoic apathetic expression on to truly convey his newfound character. You chuckled but you couldn't let his inaccurate facts past you.

“You know, Frankenstein's the doctor. If anything you’re imitating Frankenstein’s monster” you raised your shoulders.

“My bad misses Frankenstein” he was playing you and you knew it. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him disapprovingly, in a way that he knew you didn't approve.

He quickly wrapped his hands around your waist in a way you would only be able to get out if you wiggled out. You decided to wrap your arms under his, and grabbed his shoulders from his back. You placed your head on his collarbone and he pressed his cheek against your hair, smelling a mix between your shampoo and a bit of sweat. He smelled like sweat and cologne.

You moved your bodies side to side and slowly began to turn, never pulling apart from each other, only rotating on-axis. You closed your eyes and held on tight to his shoulders.

“You can be the monster and I can be the bride of Frankenstein”

“So I'm the monster and you're the doctor’s hot wife? nice arrangement” he scoffed at you, teasing your previous correction at him.

“The bride of Frankenstein is not the doctor’s wife, she’s the monster’s partner,” you paused “well she’s supposed to be but Victor’s too afraid they’ll make horrible monster babies so he kills her before he can finish making her”

“Who the hell is Victor” he lifted his cheek from your head to say this.

“He’s Frankenstein, Victor Frankenstein”

“What?! this so confusing”. You chuckled at his response and pulled your head away to see his face, but you never let go of his body and you kept dancing.

“Okay I don't actually know if her name is the bride of Frankenstein, I think that’s from a movie” you smiled at him trying to seem convincing of your innocence.

“Why would you confuse me like this” a half-smile was painting his face “also monster babies” he lifted his eyebrow at you to try to get you to laugh with him and succeeded.

“I know right, like did he put a dick on the monster with sperm in it, did he check or something?” you were laughing as you said this but quickly interrupted yourself “but wait no, he should’ve because he was trying to learn about life and death and create new species and shit”

“Damn, he was committed, I’ll give him that”

“Yep” you placed your head back on his collarbone again but he kept his head straight.

“You know, if we were both dead and I were going to be chopped up and part of me were part of the monster, id want you to be chopped up and sewed next to my body part” he rested his head on top of yours.

“What?” you chuckled out.

What? it's romantic” he sounded very serious.

“You're right, my bad,” you rolled your eyes but thankfully he couldn't see. “let's be a monster together”

“Thanks, babe”. It didn't matter that your bodies were sticky and sweaty and smelly, or that he wanted to be hypothetically sewed next to you. Moments of weirdness like these were the best for you, especially dancing so close to each other.

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jeontaehui · 3 years

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Are there any chaotic Taehui moments during hot sauce promotions?

TAEHEE BEING CHAOTIC DURING HOT SAUCE ERA — A THREAD BY USER MRKSVTT

1. someone pls save her

🌶️ NCT DREAM has the hottest striking skills I Hot Sauce Bowling

haechan has been keeping his laughter all to himself since the past minute, causing jeno to become curious as to what he was laughing about.

“no, just look at noona,” haechan whispers to the latter, their eyes subtly giving short glances to taehee as they stood on their side, “she’s so quiet.”

as if mark had read his mind, the dreamies hear the familiar laugh of their leader and turn their heads to him, “taehee, calm down! your eyes are literally shaking right now.”

the boys chuckle at the nervous grin that appears on her lips, her meek voice trying to brush them off, “no, guys, it’s fine. it’s fine!”

“she’s convincing herself,” jisung comments with a giggle, “noona, i’ll make yours!”

“okay,” she replies, the worry in her tone causing mark to let out one more laugh. “do you want me to eat yours?” he asks, standing up, and as if she had a sudden change in demeanor taehee waves him off with her hand. “i’m not a baby,” she tells him.

“jiji noona,” jisung calls, catching the attention of the elder. he raises two of his fingers, letting taehee know that she was about to choose between two options. she groans.

“option 1, i’ll pick the least spicy sauce but place a ton of drops,” the snort that comes out of haechan and renjun shows that they like his idea, “or option two, i’ll get the spiciest one and place just a few.”

“wouldn’t that be the same thing though?” she wonders, finally standing up and scanning the various bottles of hot sauce scattered on the table. jisung shakes his head (cutely, if i may add), “okay, then i’ll go with option 1.”

taehee proceeds to watch jisung get to work, obviously dreading the fact that she was the last to eat among their team.

“but even if jisung places just a tiny drop,” haechan explains to the camera, “taehee noona’s gonna cry.”

shouts of protest begin to come from the said girl, but he continues, “like her spice tolerance is really really really really really low.”

“... 5, 6, 7, 8,” jisung finishes, looking proud at what he had accomplished before handing it over to a nervous taehee. as if to tease her further, mark reaches for the box of tissues on the table and places it in front of her. “these are for your tears,” he jokes.

a few moments tick by and taehee brings the plate up to her nose, “oh the smell— it’s burning.” chenle laughs, commenting on how his noona was so cute.

they wait in anticipation as taehee grabs the soft taco and sniffs it again, and it seems that all the walls she had built up until now collapse.

“AGHHH,” taehee suddenly groans, jeno and mark bursting into laughter once more. “WHAT DO I DO?! I CAN’T EVEN HANDLE THE LESS SPICY SAMYANG RAMEN!!! MARK!!!” she exclaims, brows furrowing in panic as she held tightly onto mark’s arm with her free hand.

“we won’t judge you if you cry, noona,” renjun chuckles. “well, you’re doing a really great job at it so far,” she retaliates.

quickly taking a bite, taehee places the plate down and chews on her food silently, serious eyes looking straight at the camera. “how is it?” mark prompts, but taehee doesn’t answer.

it takes exactly ten seconds of silence until her eyes are filled to the brim with tears, and it worsens all the more as she swallows the food in her mouth, leaving a scorching hot feeling on her tongue down to her throat.

the boys erupt into laughter once more, chenle screaming out on how adorable she was being right now, and she gulps down on nothing to soothe the pain in her mouth.

before taehee can even move to get herself a glass of milk, mark is already handing one in front of her, his, “here you go,” graced with a chuckle.

she downs the contents of the glass quickly, sighing in relief as the spiciness that lingered in her mouth starts to go away.

as if her almost crying in front of the camera wasn’t enough, taehee stumbles back as her head spins, and she would’ve fallen on her bum if mark didn’t hold her up by the waist.

haechan smiles at her endearingly but it comes off as a teasing one, “wah.. are you okay? do you need to sit down?”

taehee just looks up the ceiling and stays unmoving, her eyelids fluttering shut, “the world is spinning so i have decided to not move until it stops.”

2. bless jaemin and taehee

SUB)역대급헤각장!🔥눈떠보니 좋아하는 SM아이돌이 내앞에 있다면!!?? (feat.NCT DREAM) If My fave IDOLS are watching me..?

“you close your hand first,” taehee tells jaemin after having failed two attempts of their assigned challenge, “and then like da da da...” but jaemin couldn’t hear the beats properly since the rest of dream were also practicing on the sidelines, wanting to do the challenge too.

taehee plasters an annoyed smile on her face as she rolled her eyes, but jaemin was the first to snap, “BE QUIET!”

“STAY STILL!” taehee adds (much like this) as she raises her hands up in the air, the gesture making everyone in the room laugh.

3. idk how to explain this but i cant get it out of my head

시즈니이2관왕 (210528)

“‘taehee unnie, please cover your abs so you won’t get cold’,” renjun reads with a polite tone, to which jisung laughs at.

“summer is coming though?” haechan wonders from his seat, “do you want to see mine instead?”

while the others shake their heads against his suggestion, taehee clicks her tongue and raises her brows at him challengingly. “don’t say that,” she tells him, “they’re (the fan) mine.”

“okay okay,” haechan chuckles, and the threatening glare that was on taehee’s face is quickly replaced with a bright smile after hearing his response.

“czennies, i’ll work harder so you can see them more in the future too!” she exclaims, raising her fist up in the air before exaggerating a giggle, “ahihi.”

“what the heck is ‘ahihi’?” jeno snorts, “this noona, really.”

4. i sometimes wonder what goes on in her mind

REACTION to '맛 (Hot Sauce)' with Pinkfong REDREX | NCT DREAM Reaction

"WOAHH!” the sight of the red dinosaur mascot that was walking towards them makes the members’ eyes light up in surprise. “it’s a dinosaur!” haechan shouts, his voice going a pitch higher like a child seeing these extinct creatures in the museum for the first time.

meanwhile, mark, jisung, and taehee poke at its fake teeth in interest, fingers prodding at each tooth that were too dull to be sharp. “its teeth hurt me,” mark winces as he delivers his joke.

it wasn’t long before taehee’s curiosity got the best of her as she opened the t-rex’s mouth big and wide, her sudden movements causing the rest of dream to erupt in laughter. “noona, what are you doing?” chenle asks with a fond smile.

taehee pulls away from the mascot, laughing after seeing the surprised eyes of the staff wearing it. “he got so surprised,” taehee chuckles with a grin, before proceeding to imitate what she saw to the camera — eyes as big as saucers and a gasp slipping past her lips.

5. our clumsy baby pls be careful

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“what kind of dog will be created?”

“how far are we taking this?”

“the marriage...”

as the rest continue to explain haechan and daegal’s supposed marriage to jaemin, taehee scoots closer to jisung, who was on the floor, to read the comments the fans were sending.

“what the,” she mutters, amusement in her tone after reading a comment someone had said about buttholes and teeth and dentists. not noticing that she was right by his ear, jisung jolts in surprise at hearing her voice and the phone, that was also taehee’s, falls from his hands and onto the floor beside him.

taehee went to pick it up quickly — too quickly, in fact, that she hit her nose on the marble table quite harshly as she bent down to reach the object.

“OH!” all heads turn to their corner when jisung shouts, taehee recoiling in pain as she held her nose. “why?” mark asks in concern, “what happened?”

while jisung explains through held laughter the situation taehee was in, the female member slowly leans into the couch and meets the eyes of a concerned renjun.

“can i see?” he asks, and taehee carefully removes her hands just an inch away from her nose bridge that she was pressing against in hopes of relieving the pain. “is it bleeding?”

after noting that her nose was fine and that only a very tiny bruise was starting to form on her bridge, renjun decides to answer, “no, but your nose is starting to look like rudolph.”

the two-tone haired boy proceeds to sing the infamous christmas song, much to the amusement of haechan and jeno, and taehee slaps his shoulder in retaliation. “stop being annoying!” she groans, causing renjun to release a hearty laugh off his chest, hand comeing down to pat on the top of taehee’s head. “it’s okay, baby,” he coos.

“do you want to get some ice for it?” mark speaks up again, worried gaze still looking over her. taehee removes her fingers from her face again and makes eye contact with him, “do you want to kiss it better instead?”

though it sounded more than a threat than an actual attempt at flirting, jeno sighs, “and she’s back.”

6. clumsy baby pt. 2 (ft. chenle)

[Un Cut] Take #1｜‘맛 (Hot Sauce)’ Jacket Behind the Scene

after seeing mark throw a chip in the air and successfully catching it in his mouth, jaemin turns to taehee who sat beside him on the carpet floor. “can you do that?” he asks, and taehee shakes her head no. “if i do it, i might choke,” yet she’s already grabbing a chip from the yellow bag the latter is currently holding, “watch.”

the food does in fact get stuck in her throat, but only for a short while until she’s coughing it out. “are you crazy?!” jaemin shouts, the amused grin he was wearing contrasting to his scolding tone. taehee could only give him a smile back as she chewed, a mischievous glint present in her eyes.

at the same time, chenle watches the two with a bemused expression, before turning to the camera and sighing. “you know those people in school who are like, good in tests and get high grades or something?” he asks, “but then they’re super dumb when it comes to things outside of school?”

chenle laughs, “that’s taehee noona.”

“she’s good at dancing, surfing, skateboarding — all the things that require balance,” he explains, “but she’s the clumsiest person i know, as in the clumsiest.”

“it’s alright,” chenle shrugs innocently, “it’s cute.”

7. u can literally hear ‘all i did was try my best this the kinda thanks i get’ #SMFreeTaehee

💚시즈니 Fㅏ워🏆💚ㅣ맛 (Hot Sauce) 음악방송 대기실 비하인드 #3

“tmi?” jeno repeats before facing jaemin, “tmi.”

“the tmi for today is,” the other starts, eyes wandering around the room until they finally settle on a certain member, “there’s an album that i’ve been listening to ever since it came out, and i’m not even the one playing it.”

a confused hum sounds out of jeno at his member’s statement, his brows furrowing together as he tries to make sense of what jaemin had just said, so when the latter tries to imitate the familiar intro of olivia rodrigo’s ‘brutal’, he finally nods in understanding and agrees with him.

“ahhh,” jeno smiles, looking at the camera, “that’s right, i’ve been hearing it too.”

“this person,” jaemin continues, “plays the music so loud. they don’t use the speakers so it’s not that concerning—“

“that concerning?”

“—to others except when you’re next to them. they play the whole album so loudly in their airpods! then you go like, ‘huh? what?’ and when you look at them, they just have this look on and you go, ‘wow, they’re really going through it’,” he finishes. while he was describing the person’s expression as they listened to their music, jaemin’s mouth forms into a slight frown and his eyes go blank, jeno doing his own version after.

the video cuts to a zoom in on taehee, eyes fixed on one of the white fluorescent lights of their waiting room and mouth pressed into a thin line as she had her airpods on. “look at her right now,” jaemin mumbles from behind camera.

“she’s contemplating her life decisions,” jeno chuckles, “‘what am i doing?’, ‘why am i here?’, ‘who am i?’”

8. miss seeing baekhyun and taehee together :(

💚시즈니 Fㅏ워🏆💚ㅣ맛 (Hot Sauce) 음악방송 대기실 비하인드 #3

haechan summons the rest of the members by playing baekhyun’s ‘bambi’, not knowing that taehee had too much of her sugar intake for the day and currently felt stoked for their stage more than ever.

“BAMBI BAM..BI ~~ !!!!” taehee sings loudly, quickly popping into frame before moonwalking to the side.

“what’s with you today?” mark asks, bemused at the current state of his best friend. “taehee— ah, you can’t do that here,” the smile on his face quickly fades as he puts on a serious expression, his tone reminding taehee of the time haechan was told to do a dance he thought was sexy until the members tried to stop him.

that didn’t hinder her though from going all out on busting the choreography to the second verse, even exaggerating them before renjun and mark had to push her out of the waiting room.

“do you bet she’s still dancing outside?” renjun asks, brushing his hands off after closing the door, and he bursts out laughing after hearing the rest of the members agree with his question.

they open the door literally 15 minutes later to reveal taehee, both hands full as she waited patiently on her phone. “where did you get that?” mark chuckles, referring to the grape flavored juice can on her left.

“the vending machine,” taehee shrugs.

“did you dance all the way there?”

“yup.”

mark’s eyes seem to look at her with endearment, “really?”

“mhmm.... i sang too.”

9. i think we all have an idea of what she’s singing here

[Un Cut] Take #2｜‘고래 (Dive Into You) + Rainbow (책갈피) +Diggity’ Track Video Behind the Scene

before filming the choreography parts of the track video for ‘diggity’, the members wait for the director’s cue to start as they all engage themselves in their own conversations — haechan asking jisung for a hug, jeno and mark talking about anything under the sun, and chenle and renjun singing the lyrics to the songs in their album.

meanwhile, jaemin studies taehee with an unreadable expression, the latter dancing idly to the current song stuck in her head at the time.

“she made some plans with my mmm tonight. she not with him tonight. she not with jim tonight,” and it almost seems like taehee had no absolute clue of the words that flew out of her mouth, like she was in some sort of trance, “she in the gym tonight.”

“workout in that nana,” she pretends to throw something in the air, and reading her mind, jaemin simultaneously ‘hits the woah’ with her as they both shout, “AYEE!”

10. dude didnt even hesitate

7DREAM return! 7+맛=Show #우정의_A컷Z컷 #우정월드컵

“alright! the next one is for taehee .... would you rather keep your friendship ring and miss a chance to meet taylor swift or lose it and get a chance to collab with taylor sw—”

“COLLAB WITH TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!”

jeno and jaemin were the only ones laughing as the rest of the dreamies looked at her in disbelief. haechan’s hand even comes up to rub the back of his neck as if his blood pressure was going up, yet the proud grin that was on taehee’s lips does not falter.

“don’t you have to think about this first?” mark tells her, pulling her raised arm by the elbow until it was placed by her side.

“she didn’t even hesitate,” renjun gasps, “noona!”

“a ring is a ring—“

“it’s a symbol of our friendship!” haechan argues, meeting eyes with her.

the host begins to laugh at the ruckus taehee’s answer had caused, and the female idol retaliated, “mark and jisung have lost their rings a couple of times but why are you only reacting like this to me?!”

“you answered right away!” the brown haired vocalist says right back before his lips turn into a little pout.

“okay, okay,” taehee nods turning back to their host, “can you please ask the question again?”

even the group of staff behind the camera burst out laughing, “again?”

mark pushes taehee’s shoulder playfully as he shook with uncontrollable laughter, her polite expression remaining on her features as she waited patiently for the emcee to repeat the question.

“taehee-ssi, would you rather keep your friendship ring and miss a chance to meet taylor swift or lose it and get a chance to collab with taylor swift?”

“mmm,” taehee pretends to ponder, her brows furrowing together as she juts out her bottom lip into a pout, “a collaboration with my favorite artist seems like a once in a lifetime experience....”

“but, haechan’s right, the ring is a symbol of our friendship, which i value so much,” taehee says into the mic, some of the dreamies’ chuckles fading in the background. “we’ve been through a lot together — we’ve been happy and sad and all sorts of things together, and seeing how close we are now, i could say that this,” she gestures to all of them, “would stand the test of time.”

“ohhh,” the boys hum, nodding impressed at her answer. “not only a lifetime but would stand the test of time,” the emcee emphasizes.

“so i will pick option b.”

“NOONA!”

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hariosborn · 4 years

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james potter fic recs!!

lily evans, i see you, hear you, and i respect you... but we’re gonna forget about you for a hot minute

no please don’t say that... by @hello-everyfandom tag yourself, i’m sappy james :(( i just want to attend at least one gryffindor party in my lifetime. thinking of shifting realities :// jkjk i have no free time on my hands :(( but if i ever did, i would for sure visit the marauders and hang out w them in the common room 🥰 hashtag gryffindor pride!

match made by @slytherinquill who is y/n and why does she get all the guys 😔i would hate to have to choose between two boys who like me, but lucky for me no one likes me! as much as it squeezes my heart, i love the fake dating trope with all my heart bc of all the emotions it puts me through - and this one was so well written! love that for the writer, could not be me, i suck at writing <3

too late for love by @futurewriter2000 just the right amount of steam and heartbreak ;( fun fact: i used to only read and write on w**tpad and that was where i read my first hp fanfic after 2 years of being on the app (i had promised myself hp was off limits) and like i was looking on google to see the marauders fancasts and i saw a gif of aaron taylor johnson and i accidentally clicked on it and it took me to a oneshot on this writers page, and i was like “oh well, might as well” and i read it and i was crying and then for a month i was going on incognito tabs to try and read everything on her masterlist and then i caved and got a tumblr and here we are! so shoutout to @futurewriter2000 for being the writer to suck me into this lovely whirlpool that is harry potter fanfiction heehee

numb love by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i love non-cannon stuff because lets face it, my existence is not cannon. but this! this right here! wow! yes! it hurt, but it was worth it! i love how i could still have my own harry potter uni fantasy, but still have it line up with the cannon timeline 🥺

jealous by @writingfortoomanyfandoms short and sweet but dang! my heart did that little b***rflies thingy 😳i think best friend!remus is the best thing ever, and sirius’ little jabs at lovesick james were *muah*

nightmare by @marauder-exe more butterflies! i won’t spoil it - but when the prompt was mentioned (like james used it) i melted onto the floor. i became a puddle of puddy on the floor. i went so soft. i felt like i was in my natural soft girl state. romantic hari was activated :0

summer revelations by @pregnant-piggy YESSS!!! YAAAASSSS!!! SUMMATIIIIME!!! i live in ~la~ and its that kind of nasty hot rn (and during the summer) bc we’re having a heat wave, and i just wish with my entire being, that i could instead spend my summers in the english countryside in a cute french style house with cute boys dancing around their feelings for me. thats the dream right there. y/n has it lucky. i bet she takes that sh*t for granted 😒 jkjk love her! i am her! also i had in mind the exact dress i would be wearing, and bc of the humidity, i’m imagining my curls would be ~activated~ and so my messy bun would just be at peak cuteness <3

pushing the right buttons by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i don’t know why (actually i do) but the word “waist” and the action of “wrapping his arm around your waist” makes me feel something amazing. i’ve learned that my love language is physical touch + affection and this fic has that, and then paired with the idea of someone appreciating my waist just makes my brain go into overdrive. and then shirtless james is obviously a plus as well. 5+ points for that alone.

uncontrollable wandless magic by @heloisedaphnebrightmore ooo imagine having powers 😏eleven typa beat. (OMG WAIT THE CHARACTER FROM STRANGER THINGS, NOT THE AGE AJKABVKJ)

schemes series!masterlist by @futurewriter2000 OOOO YESSS! this series broke my heart, but like in the best way possible, so its all good. also this fic introduced me to the idea of fantasizing abt mulciber, so i am not complaining. love me some remusxreaderxjamesxreaderxsiriusxreaderxmulciuberxreaderxplatonic!regulusxreader

potter by @mellifluousmalfoy relative of ernie mcmillan??? james potter??? soulmates??? the answer to all of those questions is yes. yes i do. yes i am. yes i is.

a golden lion and the pale blue bird by @remusishotterthansirius im not saying i agree with this authors user, but i a*ree with this authors user. back to the scheduled programming - i love study buddy!remus. like period bestfriend. introduce me to my future mans. you go do that remus. you play matchmaker. go ahead, i give you full permission 😌

just go by @jamesmydeer i don’t even - i just - when - AGHHH. maybe its like a disease, but i love putting myself through pain via heartbreak stories on tumblr. it gives me a rush. pretending i’m actually in love. its nice ya know? its definitely an obsession, but i think its a healthy one!

Y’ALL I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY HOMEWORK BUT I PROCRASTINATED AND MADE THIS LIST! AHHHH

but its okay bc its been a looong time since i made my first post - which also, ty for the nice messages from all the writers mentioned 🥺

hope you liked these recommendations! i’m sorry if you’re a writer and get tagged in like ever single fic rec list i post, i just really like your stuff 🥺

ANYWAYS I HAVE TO GO, I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME BYEEEEE

happy reading!

#fic rec #fanfic #imagines #oneshots #writers on tumblr #writing #hp #Harry Potter #james potter #fluff #fic recommendation #recommended reading #marauders au #hp marauders #marauders era #james potter x you #james potter x reader

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mistabullets · 4 years

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sfw bruno, giorno and mista with an intense crush headcanons? o///o

Bruno Bucciarati

The capo keeps his composure quite well, even when it’s a deadly situation. He can’t risk becoming distracted and jeopardizing not only missions, but his gang as well. However, because of this, he was never really found the time to pursuit relationships with others. Fearing his composure may slip or he may do something reekless for his lover.

However, there’s someone new he recruited. You’re quiet and have yet to adjust to the rest of the gang. Bruno, realizing to haven’t found your place within his gang, watches you from afar. He makes sure you’re eating and if you’re not, he’ll give you a simple meal. If you’re sleeping well, he’ll give natural products to induce slumbers. The capo watched after you.

The raven-haired man begins to notice small tidbits about yourself. You have bad habits, like chewing your lips or smoking cigarettes when stressed. When you’re focused on studies or puzzles, your eyebrows are scrunched up and makes you kind of look angry. He knows your daily routines and how pump yourself for missions; Bruno finds these things adorable.

Now Bruno finds his heart thumping in his chest when he’s in the same room as you. The heat in his cheeks flare, blushing at the mere thought of you. The effects you have on your capo annoys him... it doesn’t click to him that this a crush, an intense crush, until the two of you are alone during a weekly meeting. You give your capo a soft, genuine smile.

He’s happy to see you beaming, finally adjusting! He wants to see you grow and he wants to grow with you. However, the logical side of him attempts to reason that he can’t be doing this. Bruno shouldn’t be fancying the idea of beint romantically invovled with you. It’s inappropriate, it’s not right to pursue you, especially since he is your superior.

Bruno’s crush on you comes back and bites him during a mission. This is your first major one and it’s a test to see if you can truly handling living life as a mafioso. But he worries about you during the entirety of the mission, which is distracting him from other things. Bruno notices a man attempting to pull a fatal sneak attack on you. Shit, shit—

The capo doesn’t think and just springs forward, using Sticky Fingers to teleport his way over to you and push you out of harm’s way. Luckily, the enemy did not anticipate for Bruno and his stand to be here, so he’s beaten to a pulp. You look at your capo, quite astonished that he had nearly blown his cover just to save you from a foolish mistake.

You begin to appreciate your capo more and pay more attention, realizing his infatuation with you. You attempted to reason it was all in your head until Bruno came to your room one evening, confessing his feelings for you. You’re caught off guard, your heart hammering in your chest from Bruno’s declaration. You agree to have a date with him sometime soon.

Giorno Giovanna

Our golden boy here is on the reserved end when it comes to expressing romantic feelings. Sure, he’s charismatic and can flirt with people, but Giorno is more quiet and subtle with his love language. Plus, where he is quite young, he doesn’t have much experience. He has found himself admiring beautiful strangers but nothing more, nothing less.

Then you came along! You were just an average teenager, whose family were quite close to Bucciarati’s. You frequented the neighborhoods of the base and Giorno noticed your natural beauty immediately. While he was warn not to interact you too much, the young boy just couldn’t help it. Even the rare and accidental eye contacts had him blushing.

You and Giorno were the same age. While he respected his capo, he couldn’t help but make small talk with you... his heart would flutter with you small smiles or the slightest amount of pink which dusted your cheeks. Giorno learned about you; your family was well-known in the mafia world. Your father was a capo and you were expected to follow his footsteps.

He began fancying the idea of possibly becoming a mafia power couple. That was when it clicked that he may have had a huge crush on you. It was a far-reaching yet indulging fantasy of his but he wanted to make it into a reality. He thought of you more and more, making the time to talk to you, and always trying to get a smile out of you.

Giorno even went as far as giving you flowers. You saved each one of them, growing them in your personal garden. Things were going smoothly until Bruno betrayed Diavolo... your family stuck by Bucciarati’s and would go down with him. Your father was killed, your mother and sibling(s) missing, but you made it out. You met up with Bruno and the gang.

You looked like you’ve been through hell. But rather wallow in your self pity, you took on the mantle of protecting your family and joining Bruno in defeating the boss. Giorno admired your resolve and even convinced the capo that you were capable. Eventually you stand ability awakened, with defensive abilities, showing just how headstrong you truly were.

Despite losing your father, you still acted your usual self with Giorno. But you were more comfortable with confiding in him and about your fears. You weren’t quite ready to grow up, you had been pampered all you life. After one particular moment of vulnerability, Giorno noticed your tears and that’s when all of feelings came rushing to the surface.

He grabbed your hands. Giorno declared his admiration for you and swore to protect you and help find your family. He revealed his plan to you, partially blaming himself for your father’s death. He offered you everything, even a life of peace and away from Passione. However, much to his surprise, you confessed. “I think I would rather be with you, Gio.”

Guido Mista

The gunslinger is a simple man. He go through periods of short-lived crushes, fleeting fantasies but he realizes they were far-reaching. He has had a few flings but none of them were worth keeping since he never felt the spark ignite. Mists goes with the flow of life, letting things naturally fall into his lap, rather than searching for it.

God will give me an angel eventually, Mista thought to himself. Or maybe not. Some people never found their soulmate and that’s okay, he suppose. But he’s an optimistic romantic; he liked the idea of happy endings, fateful encounters, love at first sight. While his chances of that were slimmed down thanks to his work, he still hoped for it to come!

And it did, coming in the form of a new teammate. Gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, angelic... there were a lot of nice words used to describe you! And Mista was head over heels for you, despite just now meeting you for the first time. He even defended you, making sure you didn’t have to go through Abbacchio’s hazing, much to his dismay.

You were shy around the young man at first, not having any positive experiences with friendships and forming healthy relationships. But Mista, seemingly the one with less emotional baggage, showed you he was harmless. He didn’t want to take advantage of the newbie and your naivety, more like incorporate you into Bruno’s familigia.

And you believed him since he often became mad for your stake, such as yelling at Abbacchio for hurting your feelings or Fugo for being impatient when it came to tutoring you. While one could say it was due to his intense crush on you, it was because after getting to know you, Mista understood you were a soft and gentle person, taking thins passively.

He helped you grow as a person. And even though things were moving so quickly, when you betrayed the boss, Mista kept you secured. It was sweet how protective he became of you, like how a good dog would become loyal to their owner. You were oblivious to his puppy dog love for you, believing it was just him taking on the role of a mentor.

After an intense battle with one of Diavolo’s bodyguards, Mista feared he almost lost you. But he reacted on instincts, coming to aid, ignoring the fact he was an easy target. It was like some miracle from God, cause both of you managed to go with minimal injuries. For once, you became slightly angry at Mista, “Why would you do that, you know better—“

“I-It’s because... aghhh! I love you dammit!” he said, thinking of how it sucked to confess right now. But he saw where you became flustered with his confession. “O-Oh, I... I feel the same. I thought you were just being nice to me.” Mista laughed, you were quite oblivious, but he was also oblivious for not realizing the feeling was mutual. But at least he knew he had an angel.

#my writing #sfw #headcanons #anonymous #bruno bucciarati #giorno giovanna #guido mista #mista guido #golden wind #vento aureo #violence mentions #jjba #jojo #jojo’s bizarre adventure #also side note #not to be mean but pls be more specific next time #cause i was thinking like yandere/posessive at first

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girigiriboy · 7 years

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[Giriboy Solo Concert 2017] Eng translation

HOW GIRIBOY MET CHOI LB & OLNL

Giriboy: in the crew, we not only have people who produce but also people who rap as well, and how I met them… first LB, LB is in a crew with cjamm, Sexy Street, and we were together talking and we clicked well right away, he knows what I am talking about, (crowd: woooooaaaa), whenever I say something, he’d laugh so I was like “oh! This guy knows something” He draws and he also raps, so, so, cjamm song he featured in it, what is it…… LB: RRR (real recognise real) Giriboy: ah yeah RRR something whatever, I listened to it and I thought ohh he’s good. So, that’s how we end up working together. So please look after us closely. And how I met OLNL.. I check my mails everyday, people send their rapping to me so, I check them and if it’s not that good, I’ll be like “what’s this….” Then if its not that good I’ll be like “Ah.. what’s this..” (t/n: he repeated himself haha) If it’s a little okay, I’ll reply back “Oh.. good.” or “Ohhhhh kkkkkkkkkkk” I usually reply like that but if it’s really good and I want to work on something with the person….. oh…. How do I say this… OLNL: Hyung’s style of replying is like “Your vibe is damn nice kkkkkkkkk” Giriboy: How did I say it? OLNL: so (after giriboy replied) that time I stayed up and made something to send “Please listen to this too” and hyung was like “that’s good, come hang out have fun once” Giriboy: So I do that and that is what happened. I use email for almost everything like business? How should I say it? Yeah, so I do that. I met him like that. For OLNL, he came to watch my gig last time, (to OLNL) so you can talk about it. OLNL: During mechanical album period? Or the previous time? Giriboy: Which one.. cool, you can say both! OLNL: Talk about both? When I was a middle school student, that time hyung was 21 years old and he released a song named calculative something, and my nuna was like “eh there’s this guy Giriboy, he kept singing about being on the toilet crying” and she asked me to go watch his performance together. And hyung that time was in the line up of a gig with this person (t/n: sry I cant get the name) before the person went for army service, so I went there with my sister and both of us at the second floor was like “Hey! Giriboy’s fingers are really long!!” So we had fun haha. Giriboy: He told me that and I was like “Ah, I see.” And yesterday, we slept together. (CROWD: WAAAAOOOOO) This friend (OLNL) he was going to sleep and he was showering. I was like “AH …. AHHHH AGHHH” (crowd: wth???) when he came out, I was like “PC room?” So we went to the PC room and we slept very late and we had to wake ourselves up, and he wakes people up like this, he was like softly “hyung..we need to go…” (GIRIBOY’S IMPERSONATION OF OLNL WTHHAHAHAHHAHAH) Hyung.. we need to go…. So I was like “Ah….” Then I woke up, cleaned myself up and left. Although truth is I didn’t clean myself up hahaha. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I didn’t wash my hair. I forgot to wash my hair yesterday night. (Crowd is telling him he still look pretty hahahahaha) If I wash my hair, won’t it have a more fresh look though. Fan: It doesn’t matter if it looks fresh or not, I still love you! Giriboy: It doesn’t matter if it looks fresh or not because truth is I didn’t wash my hair. If I don’t wash my hair, when I touch it, it’s very.. I don’t like the feeling of it, hate the feeling of oil on the hair. Yeah so that’s that. It’s a true story. What else should I say again? Um.. because of my tone, people can’t hear me well, so please understand that. Fan: you have double eyelids now! Giriboy: Yes, I do. I wear lens now. (Crazy screaming and asking him to show his eyes) *shows his eyes* *shows it again* I bought lens but I still can’t get used to it so my eyes keep being like this so people (keep asking me).. I want to wear this (the glasses) so I wear lens for it, I have no choice. I’m sorry that my eyes are like these. HAHA next song~

#HAHAHAHHAHA I ENJOYED THIS #WYBH #VVYBH #GIRIBOY #OLNL #CHOI LB #hes wearing the t shirt with the magnetic tag from LA HAHAHA

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emmiewlw · 7 years

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The end of episode 5 from Gabe’s perspective

"Dad! What are you d--" Gabe was cut off by his father roughly grabbing him by the arm, forcing him into the passenger seat of the truck.

"We're leaving, Gabriel."

"No dad! We can't just abandon them! They're family!"

"This isn't up for discussion! You are my son and you'll do what I say! And I say we're leaving."

"Are you crazy?!"

“Do no-- Fuck!” David's reply was cut off as the truck swerved, having hit two stray muertos. Gabe could tell that there was nothing he could say to change his father's mind, but he knew that they couldn't leave Richmond, especially not without Javi-- hell, he had raised Gabe for the past four years, he was as much a father to Gabe as David was. Gabe tried to pry open the door of the truck but David plowed through a scattering of muertos and Gabe fell back into his seat.

"Gabriel! What the hell are you doing?! Are you trying to get us killed?"

"Dad we can't just turn our back on them! I know you and Javi are going through some stuff, but he's family! We can't lose him! I can't!"

"Javi has no respect for blood! Family means nothing to him!"

"That's not true!" Gabe tugged at his father's arm, "Just turn back! Please!"

"Do not make me repeat myself, Gabe! We are n-- Shit!" David lost control of the wheel and the truck skidded into a the side of a building. Gabe was thrown forward by the force of the crash, and there was a sickening crack as his head collided with the dashboard.

"Gabriel!" Gabe struggled to sit up, his vision was blurred. He lifted a hand to his forehead and it came away sticky with blood. Gabe heard a rasping noise and slowly raised his head to survey his surroundings.

"Fuck..." he whispered. Waves of muertos were making their way towards the truck, attracted by the sound of the crash. They began pounding against the windows, snarling and growling. "Dad! What are we gonna do?! Holy shit this is bad... this is really bad!"

"Calm down, Gabe! We'll figure something out, just hang on a second." Gabe looked up to see spiderweb like cracks spreading across the windows of the truck.

"They're everywhere!"

"Don't let them get you!" Shards of glass rained down on them as the muertos broke through the windows.

"Aghh! Dad! Help!" Gabe exclaimed as several of the undead grabbed at the fabric of his jacket, attempting to pull him into their jaws."

"Keep fighting, Gabe!" David shouted, firing his gun at the muertos pulling at Gabe.

"Dad, behind you!" David spun around and fired the gun at the muerto, but instead of the earsplitting bang Gabe had been anticipating, there was a dull click. David was out of bullets.

"Get the fuck off me! Ahhh! Aghhh!" David reached for his knife and stabbed at the muerto, but he was too late, the beast had already sunk it's teeth into David's throat.

"DAD, NO!" David shoved the corpse away from himself and blood spurted out of his wound. "Dad!” Gabe cried. "This-- this can't be happening! No!" Fuck! I'm so sorry, dad!” He looked around frantically, “Help! Somebody help us!” But no one was coming. “This is all my fault…” Gabe sobbed. “If I hadn't tried to make you turn back, none of this would have happened! I thought I'd we just went back-- I thought I could fix everything! I thought I had to! Someone had to..."

"No Gabriel, this wasn't your fault, you can't take on all that weight." David choked out. He looked up at Gabe. Blood had begun to drip out of his mouth. "You know what has to happen now. What you need to do."

"Wha-" Gabe's eyes widened as he realized what his father was implying. "Dad, no!" he stuttered. "I--I don't know if I can!"

"You don't have a choice, Gabriel!" David gasped, "I'm going to turn, don't let me take you down with me!"

"But how?! Your guns out of bullets and you lost your knife to the last muerto!" David rummaged through the side compartment of the truck and found an old fashioned metal gauge for checking tire pressure. He pushed it towards Gabe.

"This will have to do... I don't have long, once I go, you'll have to hurry. We don't know how long it’s gonna take for me to turn."

"Dad I--” David shakily raised his hand and gripped Gabe's shoulder. His eyes began to go out of focus.

"Te-- te quiero... Gabriel..." His head slumped forward and he was still.

"Dad!" Gabe stared, horrorstruck at his father’s unmoving form. He knew what he had to do, but it was as if he was frozen in time. He couldn't do anything but stare.

Finally, he broke out of his trance and look down at his hands. The tire gauge! The fight wasn't over. He still had to stop his father from coming back. He braced himself and swung the metal tool down on his dad's temple. "Fuck..." This was going to take longer than he had anticipated, the tire gauge wasn't doing much damage. Gabe kept at it regardless. He couldn't leave his father to become one of those things. He just couldn't.

His father began to twitch. "Fuck! No, no, no, no," he quickened his pace. His father's eyes snapped open, but they were no longer the eyes that matched his own. Their rich brown color had been replaced by a slate gray. David snarled and lunged towards Gabe. "Ahhh!!" Hit by a wave of adrenaline, Gabe pushed the creature that had once been his father off of himself and shoved the tire gauge through his skull. His father collapsed. Gabe crawled away from the body of the man he had once idolized, unable to believe what he had just done. He closed his eyes and tried to slow down his breathing.

As the adrenaline wore off, he suddenly became aware of a dull stinging sensation in his left wrist. He looked down and saw that his sleeve was dripping with blood. "No..." Gabe slowly shook back his sleeve, and gasped. It was a bite. "No! No! No! No!" He frantically rubbed at his wrist but the fact remained, he was bitten. He had failed his father's final wish, he hadn't been able to prevent his reanimation, and now he was dying as well.

Gabe stumbled backwards. His back collided with the truck door, and he forced it open, scrambling away from his father's corpse. He held his wrist to his chest and stumbled away from the truck. If he could just get away, maybe he could find Javi, he'd know what to do, he always did. But he didn't get far. His legs began to give out, and he collapsed against a wall a few yards away from the truck. Where was Javi? Didn't he wonder where he was? Any minute now he'd come running in to save the day. Gabe looked around hopefully, but there was no sign of him. As a light drizzle of rain began falling from the sky, it dawned on him. Javi wasn't coming. No one was. And could he blame them? Gabe had been nothing but difficult over the past four years, always arguing, always making things harder. He was a bad son. Hell, he wouldn't have come after himself, why would Javi? Javi was probably rejoicing over the fact that David had taken him off of his hands. If only he hadn't been such and asshole... maybe things would be different... His father would be alive, he wouldn't be bitten... they'd be together, they’d be a family. They’d be happy...

Gabe's sobs were cut off by harsh coughing, and he gagged as blood bubbled out of his throat. It was excruciating. He could feel the life draining out of himself. Blood began to drip of his nose as well, he raised a trembling hand to his face to wipe it off but only succeeded in smearing the blood across his face. He slumped forward, accepting his fate. He was dying, and no one seemed to care. He was spending his final moments in indescribable pain, alone.

As he lay dying, his thoughts began to wander to the events of the last few days. Mariana dying, Kate getting shot... It had all been a disaster, nothing good had come out of it-- well that wasn't entirely true, there had been one good thing.

Clementine.

He hadn't known her for that long, but every time he saw her, his heart sped up and he got flustered, struggling to piece together coherent thoughts. But she hadn't seemed to mind, she humored his awkwardness and was gentle with him, she helped him take his mind off of Mariana, and all the other horrible shit they had been through. She was tough, but Gabe was overwhelmed by the desire to protect her every time he saw her, to make sure she was okay. She was unlike anyone Gabe had ever met before, she took his breath away.

He really liked her, more than just as a friend. She was so kind, and funny, and beautiful. Beautiful. That word didn't even do her justice. It wasn't just her physical appearance, the very fabric of her being was perfect to him. Gabe had been planning to ask her if she felt the same things had calmed down, maybe even ask her to go out with him, but it looked like now he'd never have to change to tell her how he felt.

Gabe tried to adjust his legs but he found that he could no longer move them. Even the slightest bit of movement, whether it be lifting his hand or turning his head, made him feel like he was on fire. He stared at the bite on his wrist, cursing himself. How could he have let this happen? How could he be so stupid? After everything Javi taught him... he had fucked it all up.

Gabe faintly heard shouts in the distance. It sounded like Javi and Clem, but it was as if they were a million miles away, unreachable.

I'm dying... Gabe thought to himself. His grandmother had always told him stories of how you were reunited with lost loved ones once you reached the afterlife. He'd see his family again... His grandparents, his great uncle... Mariana... Dad... He weakly shook his head, if this was the afterlife, why did everything still hurt so much? Wasn't it supposed to be a place of bliss and relaxation? And why were Javi and Clementine there? They weren't dead... or maybe they were... He had no way of knowing what had gone down after he and his dad left. Gabe hung his head and tears streamed down his face. Nothing made sense.

"Gabriel!" He heard Javi's voice, louder this time, and struggled to look up. Javi ran towards him and crouched by his side. "Oh, please, no!"

"I tried t--" he gagged on his own blood and weakly turned over his hand, revealing the hideous bite.

"No..." Javi whispered.

"I... agh... I tried to stop him, Javi." Gabe gasped. Every word was agony, but he had to keep going. Javi had to know what happened.

"No... no! Goddammit. David!"

"He fought for me, Javi. Until they..." His voice cracked, "But I couldn't... there were so many..." He clenched his fist, "I fucked up. After everything you taught me... It hurts!" Gabe whimpered, "Really bad!"

"Easy, buddy." Javi choked out, "Don't worry about any of that now. I'm here for you."

"You always have been." Gabe said, looking at Javi through his tearful eyes.

"No... Gabe?!"

Clementine...

She knelt next to him. "No..." she whispered, Her golden eyes were filled with tears.

He needed to give her something... he wanted her to have something to remember him by. Gabe thought back to playing cards with her in the back of the armoured truck. They'd had so much fun... for a few minutes they were able to forget about all the shit around them and just act like normal kids again... "Do me a favor, Clem."

"Gabe, no!" She cried.

"Take my cards."

"Wh-what?" Her expression shifted, unable to hide her confusion.

"My playing cards," he breathed. "Grab them." He struggled to reach into his pocket and retrieved the deck, holding them out to her.

"Teach AJ euchre, okay?"

She wiped her eyes and took the cards, "Okay..."

She slipped them into her pocket and threw her arms around him. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder

"Bye, Gabe."

Gabe weakly lifted my arms and hugged her back. He lay his head on her arm. "Bye, Clem."

Too soon she was pulling away, standing up to leave. But he couldn't bear for her walk away... not yet. There was so much he wanted to tell her... "Hey, wait." He called out to her. She knelt back down. He looked at her, not even knowing where to begin. "Can I have... one more hug?" She gave him a sad smile, and pulled him into her arms. He held onto her, dreading to the moment he'd be forced to let go and face the harsh reality of what was happening. "Thanks." Gabe said softly, leaning his head against her shoulder.

"Of course, you dork." She whispered, lightly squeezing him.

Clementine slowly pulled away, wiping her eyes. Gabe turned back to his uncle, who had remained quiet over the last few minutes, allowing them to say their goodbyes.

"Give me your gun, Javi." Gabe said frantically. "I don't want to... turn into a muerto."

Javi shuddered and looked down, "Gabe... Gabe, I--I don't know if I can let you do that to yourself."

"And I can't make you guys do it for me… Just give me the gun," he pleaded. Javi didn't reply. "Ja--vi... You... You have to... hurry."

Javi squeezed his eyes shut. "No... No. Gabe I'll do it." He stood up and loaded his gun.

"Okay..." Gabe stammered. "Okay." He bowed his head and grimaced before looking back up. He gave Javi a small smile. "You may not... be my father, Javi..." His vision became blurred. "But you were... a great dad." Javi fought back a sob. "I love you Javi." Gabe choked out.

Tears streamed down Javi's face. "I love you, too, buddy." He managed to say.

Gabe slowly slumped over, his hands unclenched, and his body became limp.

Javi slowly lifted the gun. His hand shook and he squeezed his eyes shut, teeth clenched tightly. He pulled the trigger. Javi exhaled shakily and forced himself to turn away, to start walking back to Richmond. He knew if he allowed himself to dwell too much on what had just happened, he would fall to the ground and not be able to get back up, he wouldn't be able to leave his nephew--his son's--side, even though he knew he was never coming back. He was dead... If he had only taken the motorcycle and gone after Gabe! Maybe he'd be okay… In less than a week he had lost his entire family. Mariana, David, and now Gabe? Javi had failed them. Fuck! It wasn’t supposed to go this way! He should have been the one to die! Not them! Never them...

Javi had already began walking away but Clementine couldn't bring herself to leave-- not yet. She found herself rooted to the spot. Staring at the body of the boy who had been so kind to her. He had always had her back... even when he found out she used to run with the New Frontier--the group who killed his little sister!--he still stood up for her. From the moment she met him she had felt drawn to him. Spending time with Gabe had been like a breath of fresh air, when she was with him she was able to forget all her worries and relax for a little bit, enjoy life... but that was all gone now. Her hope for a brighter future--one with him--had been snuffed out, and once again she found herself alone, having lost another person whom she loved... Loved... Had she loved Gabe? Was that why her heart skipped a beat when he smiled and she struggled to breath when she was with him? They had only known each other for a few days, but they had had a connection, no doubt about it. No one had ever made her feel the way he had, and maybe no one ever would again. Clementine had always thought she'd be alone. Until she met him... But now he was dead, and he had taken a part of her with him.

She held up the deck of cards he had given her, letting out a sob as she noticed a smear of his blood across the corner. She glanced once more at his body and forced herself to turn away, following Javi’s retreating figure into the night.

#twdg #the walking dead games #gabe garcia #from the gallows #a new frontier #twdg writing #gabe twdg #clementine #Javier Garcia

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Now-Ch 2 (Trixya) by Clutterbuck

A/N This is a follow-up to what I thought was a little non AU Trixya one-shot a few weeks ago. I was surprised by the lovely response, and had more Trixya thoughts/feels, so here’s some more!

Chapter One

It was 11:07pm, and Katya was beyond antsy. She sat on the hotel bed in with her legs in a wide V, feet springing back and forth on the comforter like windshield wipers. When her eyes drifted from the nightstand clock, she laughed out loud again at the sight of the two gifts she’d set up there for Trixie’s return. Everything about the situation was new territory for her—planning a surprise trip across the country, writing down and rehearsing what she wanted to say, coordinating with Milk to get into Trixie’s room during their gig. She wouldn’t have believed any of it if she’d been told about her own behavior even a few months ago.

Her phone lit up with a call from Milk.

“You whore! Where have you been? At first I thought the key wasn’t gonna work and I was like aghhh, but I’m in her room now and-“

“Katya. Are you alone?”

“What? Yes.”

“Okay good. My phone died at the venue, and I just now finally got it charged in the Uber. Listen, I think you want to get out of the hotel. We can meet up in the parking lot and I’ll tell you more, but-“

“Wait wait, what? Why do you sound like that? Are you okay? Is Trixie-“

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. Listen: Trixie’s boyfriend showed up tonight too. I guess he has this whole New York City weekend thing planned for them. I don’t know, he was at the show tonight in the front row with a bunch of flowers. She brought him up onstage at the end and they kissed and stuff. I was backstage, so I have no idea if this is real, but one of the fans started yelling about an engagement. They were all filming on their phones. I’m just a couple minutes away from the hotel. I think they might get there before me, but I can try to stall them? What do you want to do?….Katya, are you there?….Katya?”

Katya had been nodding in silence but was jolted into a response.

“Yes! Yeah, yep. Um. Okay. I don’t have a lot of stuff with me, so I can leave pretty easily. Cool. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Katya, hey, are you okay? I’m really sorry. Do you want to meet me in the parking l-“

“Thanks again.”

Katya ended the call. She stared down at her phone for a full minute, finger hovering over the Instagram icon, before slipping it into her pocket and standing up to collect her backpack and little travel pillow. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind her that she realized she’d left both the extra room key and her gifts for Trixie inside. She turned back to stare at the door, wondering what she could say to the hotel staff to be let back in, when she heard an unmistakable sound: Trixie’s screech-laugh erupted from the lobby around the corner. Thinking back a couple of hours, Katya pieced together that he hotel was laid out in a horseshoe shape. There was no exit between where she stood and the front lobby.

She took a few steps in each direction, heart pounding, searching for an open room door or stray laundry cart to jump into-anything. No such luck. When Trixie, her boyfriend and Milk turned the corner all at once, they saw her looking up at a fire sprinkler head. Trixie’s mouth fell open.

She was out of drag already, her face still glowing from adrenaline and makeup remover, and she carried a huge bouquet of pink roses. She looked from Katya to the others, then back to Katya.

“Ahhhhh! What are you doing here?!! Is this part of my surprise weekend?”

She cocked her head to the side and grinned at her boyfriend, while Milk approached Katya and tried to catch her eyes. He jumped in:

“Kind of! Uh, I asked Katya to do a little cameo in this video project I’m working on. Her flight got delayed and she missed the show tonight, but I figured we could still meet about it while we’re here.”

Trixie ran over, pulling her boyfriend by the hand. “Oh, work! Are you staying in this hotel? I’m so glad you’re here. Tonight was ridiculous. I have so much to tell you. Hey. Are you okay?”

She got a first good look at Katya, who had closed her eyes and gone pale. Trixie’s hand dropped instinctively from her boyfriend’s, whom she handed the bouquet of flowers.

Milk stepped in again. “I’m sure you’re drained, right? I have a bunch of Gatorade in my room. Should we all get settled and maybe meet back up in a few minutes?”

Katya took a deep, shaky breath and felt the beginning of tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. She had the sense that things would change forever once she opened them again, and she let out a soft “Please, no.”

“Are you sure? I’m just a couple doors down.”

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I can’t do this.” Another shaky breath. “I fucked up.” Without looking at Trixie, she gestured in her direction.

“I came here for you. Um. Because I want to be with you.” She couldn’t stop now. She reached for some of the words she had planned to say to her best friend, but they didn’t make sense anymore. When she continued, it was half to herself and half addressing the room.

“I was doing so good.” Katya broke away and started pacing the hallway, wiping away tears and laughing incredulously.

“What did I think? This is so weird, I, I’m not. I don’t get to have that world. I don’t get to have a life with you. I thought I saw it, I thought I saw what it could look like. I saw it. But I’m. I didn’t…I didn’t need to do this. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry! Fuck!”

She had been walking more and more quickly as she spoke, her voice rising in pitch with her panic, but now she wandered slowly back toward the group and lifted her hands to rest on Milk’s chest, shaking and dazed. “Can you, can you help me get out of here?”

With that, Trixie whispered something quickly into her boyfriend’s ear and made a beeline for Katya. She took by the shoulders and turned her so they were face to face.

“Hey. You’re okay.” She said gently. “Come with me.”

She led Katya into her room, scooping up her bag and pillow on their way. Once inside, she sat her down on the foot of the bed and squatted in front of her with a hand on each knee.

“I want you to breathe, okay? Just stay here and breathe. It’s just us. Breathe. I’m gonna be back in just a couple of minutes, okay? I promise. Just get that breathing down. Do your yoga stuff. You know how to breathe”

“Okay.”

Trixie gave her legs a quick squeeze and left the room. When she returned in just a few minutes, true to her word, it was with a huge bottle of water, a bag of pretzels and a package of fruit snacks. She set them out on the bed next to Katya, then settled a few feet away on the floor against the wall.

“I need you to start eating, and then I need to say something.”

Katya had immediately started feeling calmer at Trixie’s touch in the hallway, and at this point her breathing and heart rate was almost back to normal. The feeling of panic had been replaced with a duller feeling of dread, and the last thing she wanted to do was eat, but she could sense that she had little choice. She opened the pretzels quietly and bit into one.

“Okay good. Thank you. Now, I need you to really hear what I’m about to say. I’ll write it down too if you want, seriously, so you can read it as many times as it takes. You are my best friend, Kat. That is important business to me. And nothing is gonna change that. You don’t have to try and become something you’re not because you’re afraid of losing me. You couldn’t lose me if you tri-”

“NO.”

Katya never raised her voice, and Trixie was thrown by the intense focus in her words. She set the pretzels down on the bad and kept her eyes on picking away crumbs as she spoke. “There are a lot of things in my life I’ve done because I was afraid. A lot of things. But this isn’t one of them. I mean I am afraid, obviously. Fuck. But you don’t make me afraid. You make me the opposite of afraid. You’re the only…” Trixie saw her hands search to take hold of the ends of the mattress as she searched for the words she needed, unsuccessfully. Trixie was usually the one to help finish her thoughts.

Time passed. Trixie noticed the items on the nightstand.

One was a stuffed bear with a pink cowboy hat, and the other was a large adobe pot with a cluster of bright pink flowers inside-too small for the amount of soil it sat in. She stood up to get a closer look.

“What are these? Did you bring this stuff?”

A new wave of embarrassment rose in Katya, and she sighed. “Yeah. They’re presents. I got them at the airport.”

Trixie couldn’t help but laugh. She moved to the plant for a closer look. “Girl, they don’t sell big ass potted plants at the airport.”

Katya stood to start gathering her things together. Her voice was low and even, and she spoke as though she was trying to get through this final obstacle all in one breath.

“Those are flowers. They’re called clustered poppy-mallow. They’re really endangered, and they pretty much only grow in a couple places in the Midwest, and I saw them online on one of those time-lapse videos. They reminded me of you. And I bought some seeds online. They’re actually wildflowers, like prairie type flowers, but I started them in a little pot to make sure they do okay in LA…which they should, based on the dryness and climate and stuff. Um. They look fucking dumb right now because I just gave them a bigger pot, but they’re actually doing really well according to Karen.”

“Karen?”

“Oh. Yeah. At the garden center. The one in WeHo, by that sunflower juice place? Karen keeps the flowers when I’m out of town. Um. But I’ve been taking care of them. I know like, everything there is to know about them. And I wanted to show-to show them to you. And now I would really like to go.”

She had the bag and pillow in her hands at this point. Trixie stood still, back still facing Katya and inadvertently blocking her from taking the plant. She and made gentle thumb imprints around the perimeter of the soil as she finally began speaking.

“This is a lot, Kat.

I don’t understand.

I’ve worked really, really hard to take this whole idea of “us” off the table for myself. I didn’t think it’s what you wanted. You don’t want this. This has been…I don’t even…some nights it’s been really hard, you know? And then sometimes I thought I felt something changing between us. But I could never tell, because you never gave me any sign. I never, never knew if I was just crazy. I can’t believe we’re talking about this. I almost said something that night last summer when we were sitting on the hood of my car. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Katya had moved closer behind Trixie, and the breath from the words just behind her ear made her stomach clench. “I think about it a lot.”

Trixie could sense Katya’s hand about to take hers, and she spun around in place.

“So why now?”

She looked proud, almost defiant.

“W-what?” Katya stammered.

“Why are you asking for this? It’s been so long. How can I trust this? If you wanted me, you would have known by now. Right?” She was half pleading, half accusing. “You would have known.”

“Trixie, no-“

“Katya, you’re just scared of thing changing. You think you want this, but it’s too much. You’ll get bored. The sex…settling down. All of it. You would get bored and you would leave. You would leave me.”

In all the scenarios Katya had played out in her mind of how this conversation might go, she never imagined that she would be looking into Trixie’s eyes and seeing just as much fear there as she felt herself. A switch flipped inside of her. She lifted a hand to cup her face, fingers sliding to the back of her neck and thumb tracing her smooth cheekbone, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her hand moved down Trixie’s arm and took her hand, and she led her to a full-length mirror near the entrance of the room.

He stood in front of Trixie and wrapped the taller man’s arms around his waist. “Look.”

Trixie could see over his head into the mirror, where the shorter gave a small wave and a smile.

“Look at us. I see it now. Everyone does. I’m so sorry I kept you waiting.” Katya turned to face Trixie, who was looking down and biting his lip, hard. “I swear I see it.” He shrugged, “It’s all I see.”

Katya ran his fingers up Trixie’s neck and into his hair, massaging gently and adding pressure as he pulled his forehead close to his. “Can I show you?”

Trixie’s whole body was still tense, and Katya wished he had the same ability as the younger man to relax him with one touch. He thought about all the times Trixie had been restrained about sex in the past because it wasn’t special enough. Because it wasn’t earned. Because it wasn’t the right person. All the times he had gone home with trade while Trixie had gone home alone. He held his breath and pushed down the fear that maybe he really had missed his chance. He was about to say something else, when he felt Trixie jerk his head in a small nod. Relief flooded his body, followed by a cautious warmth creeping up through his arms and legs and into his chest. He had thought about this moment so many times, in so many ways, and he was giddy with options.

Instinct took over in the end. His arms circled around Trixie’s neck, and he leaned up into the warmest, deepest kiss he could offer. Trixie whimpered involuntarily at first, and resisted, but Katya kept up a gentle rhythm of licking and sucking on his bottom lip until he felt his mouth give and then fall open for him. Trixie slid his arms around the smaller queen’s waist and relaxed a bit more into the embrace, giving Katya some of his weight. It felt as easy as breathing. Katya couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face, which broke the kiss and made them both laugh breathlessly. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down to Trixie’s chest, where he paused at his heartbeat, then down his stomach. He lifted Trixie’s shirt over his head, then allowed himself to reach for the stiff hardness that was now almost flush against his stomach. As many times as he’d imagined this moment, the heavy, pulsing feeling of Trixie’s cock through his clothes consumed him in a way no one ever had before. He kissed Trixie again, a messy hunger taking over for both of them as they fought for dominance with their lips, teeth and tongues, until Katya broke away again with a gasp and slid around to the back of Trixie’s body. He reached under his arms and started unzipping his pants, signaling for Trixie to take them the rest of the way off. He knelt to the floor and explored each new inch of flesh as it was revealed, kissing, licking, and running his hands down the back of Trixie’s legs.

As Trixie started to peel off his underwear, Katya felt an intense and unexpected new sensation that made him look away for a moment. He needed to take care of Trixie. He understood what sex was to him, and he felt a swell of privilege and gratitude to have him in his hands. Katya had always acknowledged sex as something sacred, but this felt completely new. When he turned back to face Trixie, Katya saw that he had a plug in. He looked beautiful, and Katya traced his fingers along the sides of his hips. It slowly dawned on him that Trixie had inserted the plug that evening thinking that the night would end his boyfriend, and his throat caught suddenly in a mix of lust and emotion. Without touching him there, Katya rose to his feet and wrapped one arm around Trixie’s waist in a hug with another resting on his hip. He found Trixie’s eyes in the mirror and saw a mix of uncertainty and deep desperation there.

“Do you want this?”

“I…” Trixie looked lost.

“It’s okay. Whatever you want is okay, baby.”

“I…” He moved Katya’s hand down and back as his voice faltered. “Yes. Three years. I need you.”

Katya sprang into action. He grabbed a small container of lube from his backpack and took off his own clothes as quickly as possible. He stood in front of Trixie again, and the younger man’s hands fumbled over his body to touch as much as possible right away. He let out a moan when he felt Trixie grab his length like the most natural thing in the world and begin pumping him for the first time, leaning into the touch for a moment before looking up to the taller man to kiss him again, bite lightly on his earlobe and whisper, “Get on all fours for me.”

Katya warmed up some lube in his hands and gently worked the plug out of Trixie. A primal, possessive streak flashed through him as he imagined the younger man in this position with his boyfriend. He knew the thought was in the room for both of them, and he knew it was risky, but he needed to put it all on the table.

“Did he use his hands on you first, or his mouth?” Katya asked Trixie’s reflection. His voice held a challenging note, and the younger man’s face was clouded with hurt for a moment before making the decision to respond. “He used his hands. Uses.”

Katya began licking the perimeter of Trixie’s opening slowly while massaging his thighs and spreading him even further apart.

“Does he open doors for you?”

“Sometimes.”

Katya began licking more roughly. “Mmhmm. And is he a good kisser?”

“Yyyyes.” Trixie felt drunk on his need for Katya, and on the honesty of the moment.

“Does he smoke?” Katya made his tongue stiff and dipped it deep inside. Trixie moaned loudly.

“N-no! He doesn’t smoke. And I love that.” Katya’s fingers dug into Trixie’s hips. He replaced his tongue with one, two, then three lubricated fingers moving slowly in and out, then repositioned himself so that his face was visible to Trixie in the mirror again. He saw the younger smiling at him darkly.

“Does he make you laugh?” Katya asked, crooking his fingers expertly inside Trixie and eliciting a wilder, more guttural moan. He was panting now, with one hand up on the mirror for support, but managed to answer.

“Some. Sometimes.”

“That’s right. That’s what I thought.” He crooked his fingers again, to another load moan, then removed them and teased his slick head around Trixie’s hole.

“Do you ever think of me while you’re fucking?”

He could tell immediately that this question pushed too far, and Trixie leaned away from his touch and into his forearms on the floor breathing hard. When he answered, Katya could hear the pain and hurt in his muffled voice.

“What if I do, Brian? Huh? What the fuck was I supposed to do!?” Katya wrapped an arm around his hips and pulled him back towards him gently. When he spoke again, he kissed Trixie’s shoulder and was leaning forward to speak right into his ear.

“I’m sorry.”

He re-entered Trixie gently and began grinding slowly as he spoke, a free hand pumping him in tandem with the motion.

“Does he feel like we feel?”

Trixie shivered and arched his back.

“Does anything else in your life make this much sense?

Do you know how hard I want to work at loving you, Brian?

Please look at me.”

Trixie’s eyes met his again in the mirror as the older queen filled him again and again. He kept pumping at a slow, steady rate, brushing Trixie’s prostate each time, as he spoke.

“You know me. You know it all. You know this is new for me, but that doesn’t mean it’s not real. Brian, for me, it’s all been leading to you.”

Trixie’s felt himself slowly shaking off the heaviness as his words sunk in. He committed the moment to his memory, smiling up at the truth in Katya’s bright eyes, as his body let go of its last bit of control and came in his hands. Katya followed close behind, coasting on Trixie’s happiness, and held his hips up with a strong bicep as they rode the aftershock together. Eventually, Katya crawled over to the bed to drag the bedding to the floor where they lay. He made them a makeshift pallet and pulled Trixie in close, who smiled shyly at him in the mirror.

“This is the beginning.”

Katya squeezed and bit down his neck playfully, then kissed him.

“It’s here.”

#trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #trixya #angst #smut #rpdr fanfiction #clutterbuck #rpdr fanficton #now #canon compliant

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gelatx-a-blog · 7 years

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@shininghappy

A weird fairy-like monster wrecking havoc at a bake sale was nothing out of the ordinary to Miyuki. The weird part came when the creature made it clear it was the cakes themselves it was targetting, and was not just eating everything in sight to plunge the people who baked them into despair or something similar. Now that was quite the unique motive to go on a rampage!

In a town so far away from Nanairogaoka, Miyuki assumed she was the only Precure present. She hid under one of the tables, and transformed there. But just as her metamorphose was reaching completion, she heard a voice calling out at the monster. One she didn’t know.

Cure Gelato! Ready to serve!

Happy knocked the table over - hurting her head in the process- as she sprang up to see who she that new warrior. The sudden contact with the table made her see stars - so much for a superpowered alter ego! - but the second she snapped out of it, she saw her. A blue Precure. Younger than her of course. With animal ears? She was adorable! But now wasn’t the perfect time to gush over how cute that new… “kohai” was. Defeating the monster took priority.

The enemy gulped down several dozens of pots of quince jelly, and it turned into a huge pile of what it just ate. Its body got transparent, more orange, and somehow really ugly when you compared it to the relatively adorable critter it was seconds ago.

The monster was turning its back to Happy as it exchanged some jabs with Cure Gelato - which she seemed to succesfuly avoid. Alright! Now was the time for her cool entrance, Happy thought! Better make the best first impression to the newbie! Cure Happy rose her fist and charged at the monster’s back, attempting to strike it by surprise.

… But when she tried to hit, she passed right through the jelly that made up its body.

She came out of the monster’s body as suddenly as she entered it, now covered of a gross sticky substance that didn’t even smell like jelly… But she didn’t have the time to worry about that. What happened a split second later was the cause of much more trouble.

With the momentum of her charge, she might have spared herself an embarrassing situation where she got stuck in the monster’s belly. But that left her with no time to lower her fist when she darted out of the enemy’s body.

The next thing Cure Happy knew, her fist was lodged into the younger Precure’s stomach.

Oh no.

From the shock of the full blown impact, Cure Gelato was propelled backward, stopping her course in the remains of one of the tents the evil fairy wrecked.

Happy ran to her side as fast as she could. There was a certain number of ways she could have screwed up her cool entrance… and fate just picked the absolute worst one for her!

“Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, I’m so so so so sooooo sorry! Are you okay?”

‘No, those chords wouldn’t work’ She thought. The classical artistic block began to faintly but surely hit her. Desperate enough, her brain started to review all the safe-bet power chords she had stored on it but none quite seemed to fit the mood the song she had in mind. A deep sigh came out of her mouth as she lowered her head, sunk in pure disgrace and resignation.

Click! Her eyes widened like dinner plates. A sudden rush of divine illumination took her being by storm! She had it! That was... gone. Absolutely gone as screams from her surroundings returned that light to the place behind the clouds it belonged.

That surely was a henteko. Aoi’s first reaction, aside from the usual concern for the poor people, was fury, lots of fury. Just when she could touch the answer of her muse, the monster dragged her away. In fact, this now was personal as well.

Hastening her steps to hide behind a tree, the blunette reached for her Sweets Pact, clenching her teeth in anger. She didn’t really mind if she was late to a rehearsal, she would kick their butt so strong the foe would kiss the moon and fall back to earth just to meet Gelato again with the intention of sending it to the sun.

CURE A LA MODE !・DECORATION !

❝ Cure Gelato! Ready to serve! ❞ She cried out, revealing herself and fiercely lunging towards it, yet when her gloved hand clawed through its surface, what she more or less would have expected (if she wasn’t following pure instinct) happened: the only thing she got was a hand covered in jelly. Quickly reacting and dodging the strikes the latter intended to land on her, the blue cure would have to think of something else. That was, at least until her ears twitched.

Blue orbs went directly towards a table lying upside down just behind the enemy, a silhouette that reminded her of Ichika stood up. ❝ Whip — ? ❞ The realization that the unknown figure was missing some bunny ears and the will to reformulate that question were suddenly halted...

... By a hit too fast to even react to. Her body comically curved around the force she didn’t have time to even make a painful expression. The lioness went flying until gravity (and a tent) stopped her impetus.

❝ AGHHH!!! TATATATATata... ❞ Her legs were kicking the air as her tail franctically wagged in an attempt to ease the pain. Kneading her tummy, Aoi growled in aching as she waited for it to calm down. ❝ Y-Yes... ❞ Gelato lied, of course she wasn’t okay, that hurt like hell.

#shininghappy #♫ ʟᴇᴛ's・ʟᴀ・ ᴍɪx ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴜᴘ! ( main verse! ) ♫

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