#THEY'RE ALL HIS FUCKING CATS. HE JUST HATES TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR HIS OWN SHIT

[krayt-dragongirl-tail]

I'd actually really like to be able to set up my mic and do voiceovers of random posts on here but NO someone has to have the TV up to 45 all fucking day to be over the heater noise and also have a reason to shout at the cat at the top of their fucking lungs

[bluegiragi]

I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz and soap in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting (months before this incident) other art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. The art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for over six months. The callout in question has framed me as a close friend of theirs when, in truth, our total timeline of interactions could probably be counted on one hand, and I haven't interacted with her in so long that I genuinely forgot I was still following her.

The crux of all is this is that I did not unfollow + block this artist earlier on when the racist art was posted months ago, and then I retweeted a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

The pedophile claims are because I retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con without reading all the squares properly, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it. All in all, the post was on my account for maybe a few minutes.

The zoophile claims are because people say i support someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs, and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

The anti-asian racism claims come from the original accusers in the callout thread thinking that I made Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive as a way of making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid in that AU and cats are sensitive to light.

I tried addressing all this in a casual way earlier on in a misguided attempt to sort things out more 'civilly', and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it clearly- yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist directly to the wolves - I genuinely believed them at the time when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time, but not unfollowing was a decision that I made. I know now upon reflection that it was naive of me, unwarranted and frankly irresponsible to take a stranger at face value and believe they had good intentions, when the act of not deleting the post in question was evidence of a lack in remorse. In the moment, I'd thought back to my own personal experience with a friend of mine who used an asian slur in my company, who later sincerely apologised and legitimately cleaned up his act after I gave him a second chance. It informed my choice to not unfollow at the time, but there's a difference between someone you know irl for months and a stranger on the internet you've interacted with a few times. I shouldn't have coddled them in my response, and I'm sorry for not treating it with the severity it deserved. It was callous, and stupid, and indicative of internal biases that I ever thought it was a light enough offence to "see through", and I deeply deeply apologise. I promise from the bottom of my heart to do better.

That's everything so far. I didn't unfollow an artist when I absolutely should've, which i'll always strongly regret. I also retweeted a properly-tagged fic on my clearly 18+ nsfw account. I've undone both of those actions now. I hope this can be the end of it.

[queeenarii]

Cant get this out of my head

P1harmony × Reader (Polycule) MMMF

HardDom!Keeho, Sub!Jiung, Intak

Light choking, light breath play,

MDNI

Not proofread :)

The boys were working hard for their latest comeback. Jiung especially was super stressed out, and he wasn't dealing with it well. Him and Keeho were constantly at each others neck. Constantly bickering and arguing. Theyre at a music show, just lazing about until their called on stage again.

"Keeho you were like one inch off on the last chorus" Jiung states rather bluntly. But Keeho just ignores him, attempting to keep a bit of peace in the dressing room.

"Keeho? Did you hear me?" Jiung asks

"Yeah, whatever" Keeho answers back trying to maintain his cool. As the leader, he can't loose his head. He has to be calm and collected at all times. No matter how much he was to yell at Jiung, he knows Jiung's just trying to make everything perfect.

It's always perfection with him. Jiung is unable to just let something be good, or even great. Always Perfect.

"Well then say something, you know-how" Jiung starts

"Oh my gosh! Jiung just shush-okay! I was off sorry I can't be fucking perfect" Keeho explodes

The rest of the members look around, the air is thick between the two members. Theyre cat and mouse antics are usually fun. Jiung's introspection reins in Keeho's spontaneity. They're a great match despite what others might see.

Jiung's face turns red, with embarrassment and rage "hey-" he starts before Intak steps between their line of site. Theo follows Keeho out the room, hoping to calm him down. While Intak silently ushers Jiung to the couch. The couch offers little solace though, Jiung holds his head in his hand. Leg rocking and posture slump.

You enter through the door, having heard the two men yelling down the hallway and seeing Keeho rush by you in anger. Theo assures you that he'll talk to him, but you know how stubborn Keeho can be.

"What the fuck y'all? " you rush in seeing two of your boyfriends on the couch. You tentatively great Soul and Jongseob.

"Jiung baby, whats wrong" You question softly. Just then the boys manager and Theo returns, offering an empty dressing room down the hallway for you guys. The best way to get Jiung and Keeho to stop fighting is to just let them fight.

Jiung storms off, hating the numerous eyes of the stylist and others on him.

In the other room Jiung paces near the door quietly. His thoughts spiral out of control, and he's almost consumed by them. In a daze almost. Once he's like this, it's hard for him to get out. You sit with jiung in the room, waiting for him to calm down a bit, knowing that in this state there's no reasoning with him.

A soft knock is heard at the door, then Keeho walks in. At the site of him Jiung implodes getting I'm his face.

"What the fuck man? " he questions

"Jiung back up"

"No cause what the fuck was th-"

"God your so fucking stubborn"

"Like you aren't"

"Yeah, well I'm not a perfectionist little shit sometimes"

"Yeah and I'm not a narcissistic asshole, who does nothing but stare at my flawless fucking face all day"

The two breath heavily in each others face. Skin flushed red and eyes trained on each other. Keeho's flicker down slightly before he envelopes Jiung in a hug.

People wonder why Keeho was made leader and not Jiung. Why the silliest most obnoxious member was saddled with so much responsibility. The truth is no one understands each member better than Keeho. Jiung might know their mannerisms. He picks up on the little things, the observable world is his domain. Where confusion can't take route. Where he can count on a flower being a flower. He's always a beat too late when it get emotional. He struggles to even understand his own sometimes.

Keeho however, is great at emotions. He study and observes others too, but he is great at reading others, especially his fellow members. Especially his partners.

"Baby" Keeho calls out softly then he kisses Jiung. You expect Jiung to pull away, to deflect Keeho's advances. But he doesn't. All the anger and tension leaves the youngers body, he relaxes in Keeho's hold. His legs grow weak, arms lazily strech around Keeho's neck.

Keeho pulls back "hmm, I now I know why you've been such a little shit lately" he quips playfully

"Shut up" Jiung retorts soflty pushing out of the others hold. He sits down on the couch next to you.

You look down and see what Keeho is talking about. The kiss placated Jiungs rage, but it ignited a different fire.

You get up and straddle Jiungs lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your hips grid harshly into his, riling him up farther. Keeho takes a seat to your left, softly caressing Jiungs leg. He looks up at you hoping for a kiss.

Your last boyfriend finnaly joins you all, having time to change out of his stage clothes wearing grey sweat pants that mirrors Jiungs.

"Keeho, go return your outfit, the stylists are looking for you". Intak tells him.

Keeho reluctantly pulls away from you to quickly change.

Your lips feel empty so you search for Jiungs again. As you make out you feel him up, your soft hands rake over his hot skin under his shirt. Your hands then travel to his sweats, pulling at them.

You leave Jiungs lap so he can take the pants off, finally met with his dick at full attention. You stare for a second, taking in his thin but long length. Jiung let's out a small whine, urging you to do something. You chuckle and return to his lap, kissing him once more as you usher his dick to your entrance.

You sink down, savoring the feeling. You all hadn't done this in a while. Their promotion schedule was about as hectic as your own, bareltinf leaving you all with time to see each other. Let alone give y'all time for a good fuck.

Keeho returns to the room joining you all on the couch. Jiung is moaning quiet loudly for him. He always gets noisy and so sensitive when he hasn't come in a while. You love seeing him like this.

You continue to ride him. His head thrown back and his pretty, long neck exposed to you. Your temptation takes hold, your hand wrapping around his thin neck. At the feeling Jiung moans a bit louder, loving the attention your giving him. You ride him with vigor, loving the way he falls apart under you. Keeho whispers words of praise in his ear as Intak laps at his nipples, pinching and biting them, spurring Jiung on. Hes quick to cum, and loud once he does so. His eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands, each securely intertwined with the men beside him, squeeze theirs tightly, nails digging into flesh. His toes curl and legs tense. Slowly coming down from his high as continue to milk everything from him.

Anger no longer plagues him, instead he's left feeling giddy, boneless and satisfied.

Intak pulls you over to him next, his big brown eyes lock into yours as you two finally kiss. He flips you over you back on his chest and he guides his length into you finally stretching you open with his fat cock. You whine at the feeling, missing Jiungs length but savouring the feeling of Intak.

It's tight, so he starts of slow. Calmly he thrusts inside you. One hand grasps your breast, kneeding the flesh and teasing your nipple. The other travels to your aching clit, rubbing slow circles that elict soft moans out of you. Gradually Intak picks up speed, slamming inside you with deep harsh thrust. His fingers work magic on your clothes being you closer to your own high. After some time you start to clinch around him. Your orgasm on the horizon. Your toes tingle and eyes prickle with tears. Intaks hand on your breast leaves, clasping over your mouth. That does it, the tight chord in your tummy snaps and your creaming all over Intaks dick. He mutters filthy words in your ear as you dox Cumming shortly after.

Intak let's you go, helping you stand up on your wobbly legs. Immediately Keeho stands behind you "can you handle one more?" He asks genuinely. You mod giving him the green light.

Keeho roughly bends you over and enters you switftly. His dick is well balanced not too long, not too fat, with a slight curve. It hits every spot inside you nicely. It can't reach the depths of your cunt like Jiungs can, or stretch you wide like Intaks. But it's still perfect for him and for you.

Keeho dosent bother to go slowly. He enters you roughly, tugging your hips to meet his. He adores seeing your ass recoil at his hard thrusts.

Keeho grabs you by the shoulders, digging deep and making you go insane on his dick. He soon finds your gspot. Evident in the way you cry out and shudder once he hits it. He pulls you up by the hair, then attaches one hand to your throat.

"Gonna cum for us pretty? " he teases. His other hand slithers down to your clit once again. The stimulation burns from your last orgasm but is so intoxicating at the same time.

You nod to answer Keeho's question. Quickly feeling your orgasm approaching. After a while wetness leaves your cunt. Your loans loud and skin buzzing as your climax washes over you hard. Keeho growls at this as you tighten around him drawing him closer as well. He helps you ride it his orgasm, as once he feels your spent body relax he pulls out, coaxing himself to climax.

Once you and keeho catch your breath you look over at Intak and Jiung on the couch. Jiung, in subspace, is curled up in Intaks lap, snoozing slightly and Intak rubs his back soothingly. Finally content. Everything perfect

[yarugawitch]

Nnoitra/reader: Non-specific SFW and NSFW headcanons

Copied from my main acc. Was originally a request. As I said in the original post I think I was a bit dry because imo the dynamic with him heavily depends on the circumstances so you can always leave a request for something more specific or for AU headcanons :3c

>Masterpost

SFW:

He'd deny having any feelings even to himself but he'd be so terribly obnoxious with it that it's literally impossible not to notice. He's too clingy, too possessive, too annoying, too prone to jealousy and likes to get in your face both literally and figuratively. There's no such thing as personal space for this man I fear. Grabbing you by the wrists? Yes. Tugging at your ears? Yeah. Leaning closer to grab you by the face or annoyingly lick it if you're not paying attention? Sure

He's in a constant battle with himself and gives mixed messages all the time. At some point Nnoitra can hint at something or make a borderline romantic/sexual comment but once you confront him or make your own move he'd just hit you with his usual "What the hell are you saying?!" bs. The gaslighting is so real. Nnoitra is like an aggressive cat that yearns for affection with this one. He keeps you at arm's length and even though it's obvious he wants something - trying to get close when he's not ready will result in a nasty scratch

Calling someone he doesn't hate by their name is very intimate to him. So usually it's just "hey you", "idiot", "woman", "human", "shinigami", "quincy", etc.

Nnoitra suffers from cute aggression. There's nothing he'd actually consider cute in this situation of course but if something you did made him feel a little too much or he just happened to be next to you for too long his first immediate response is to want to squash you, break one of your limbs or bite a chunk out of you. Both because he can't deal with his own emotions and because "how fucking dare you"

Both him and Jaegerjaquez are very sensitive to smell and to Nnoitra your scent is very calming. I don't think he's desperate enough to constantly follow you and sniff you lmao but he's definitely stealing something that belongs to you for later. If you're fortunate/unfortunate enough to have the fifth Espada as your roommate and you're away for too long he will rummage through your closet to make a nest out of your clothing or occupy your pillow

The way he sleeps in front of you and whether he does or not in general is very telling. Imo he's a very light and restless sleeper. Constantly on his toes even in his slumber. Eons in Hueco Mundo can do things to you. So if he doesn't take fetal position to hide his stomach with you, won't literally jump up at the slightest of sounds and naps in your presence sometimes - congrats

I think he'd confess only if the situation is so dire he'd rather die than not do this. Like for example if you're having a huge fight and you're so close to leaving he's almost shaking and ripping his hair out out of stress which doesn't happen a lot. Or if there's someone showing interest in you and they're very much successful at making you happy. Then it's a question of defending what he thinks is his even though he won't admit it. Would he actually try to kill the other person? I mean it depends really but if it's Grimmjow or Szayel then fucking sure. Any day. Anyone else is not that big of a competition. Even Ulquiorra. "I mean have you seen him? What a fucking nuisance. He makes me sick. As if he has a chance with anyone at all"

Speaking of which - would brag in front of you all the time

Once you're together he'll never leave and will always make sure others know you're taken. Well not at first of course but still

NSFW (heavily afab leaning)

Tbh I too can't imagine him as an aggressive alpha-dom-top (tm) if he actually has any feelings for the person. So a service top or a damn bottom it is

The worst size kink ever. He may constantly talk shit about people who are weaker, smaller or frailer than him but once feelings are involved he's aroused by the thought all of a sudden. I think his fingers are not the only thing that is unusually long so not fitting all the way in is not a problem for him - it's even better in fact

As fascinating as the thought of penetration may be to him I think foreplay is his favorite part. Mostly because making you squirm is fun but also because only here he can actually assert domination. After that he's just too soft

I don't care what anyone says this man is a MUNCH

So so painfully slow sometimes. If he's on top he would just stop to tease and watch your reaction. Other than that making the process as long as possible is one of his goals. It's not like he has no stamina - he has a lot of it actually but during sex he can be as intimate and as close to you as he wants to be because under normal circumstances he can't afford to put it into words without having to grab himself by the throat

Talks a lot. It's not exactly dirty talk (I don't like it I'm very sorry babes) but he loves saying nasty things and would comment on everything that is going on. Otherwise he's nervous

I'm convinced all of the arrancars must be infertile since they don't reproduce this way so. He likes finishing inside. He won't have it any other way. It's special to him because how are you even letting him do something like this? but he also shows affection this way

The more vocal his partner is the better. Everyone must know

I mentioned that he loves your scent before so yeahhh. I hope you don't mind stains on your clothes

[azumasoroshi]

minidura chapter 1 react

hey guys started reading minidura i think im in love

just imagining izaya going like "yahoo!! X3" man. i know mikado is the real protagonist and not being able to see through izaya's eyes adds to his charm and intrigue but like mannn itd be so fun to just watch him fuck shit up like in that one episode. he must be hilarious to people watch with

god they're so fucking cute i love this chibi style

IT'S HIMMM IT'S MY BABYGIRL

"he's the one who most fails to live up to his name"? is that like a kanji name joke goddammit

i really shouldnt just like. post the entire pages but it's such a pain to keep taking screenshots :sob: you guys have no idea the pain my wrists were in after that drr ten react

haha dramatic irony but i just realized i have no idea what exactly izaya takes responsibility for and what stuff he blames on human nature/self-interest/naïvite and now i have to find out ugh

durarara illustrators draw simon normally challenge :sob: im so sorry they do this to you king if i ever get around to drawing you ill do you justice

also tiny shizuo <3333

obsessed with walker's cat face he and erika are so platonic(?) soulmates besties cringefail weeb team rocket ass duo

i was 100% ready for erika to start grilling mikado on his supposed raging homosexual unrequited love(?) 300k slow burn romance but oh well. it happened in my head so it must be canon

i dont care enough about the raira trio to ship mikakida or whatever their ship name is (isnt the celty head girl named mika too. oops) but i do think it's funny that their ship name could be kidado because that sounds like cuidado. watch out

ok i know they're trying to make him look cool but he does not look cool in the chibi art style lmfAOo

itd be really funny if they switched the styles to the normal manga style during serious moments like i think the bsd wan manga/anime did lmfao

LMFAO??? i like how we only see the top of izaya's head pff-

celty my bbygirl i love your shadow puppets dont listen to them

yk what it's actually a crime this didnt happen in canon

AND HERE HE ISSS!!!!! cringefail pathetic loser my beloved

god i hope he narrates the entire minidura (he probably wont)

ok he's really cute though....catboy irl fr

CAUGHT MID MONOLOGUE

cant believe they're both on a rooftop together whoa prime spot for confessions amirite (<- delusional)

im posting the tiny floored izaya on his own later because that's adorable. he's so cute when he's half dead

itd be really funny if all the events from minidura were all in izaya's concussed ass head from this moment as explanation for being noncanon

the "doctors hate him" meme but it's convenience store workers and shizuo heiwajima

actually construction workers probably hate shizuo too. and urban planners and anything that has to do with city work and also doctors because shizuo evades their healthcare insurance because he doesnt need it (i looked up japan's healthcare costs for this joke and concluded that i dont have enough time to pit the sources that say it's expensive and the sources that say it's reasonable against each other) and also vending machine companies

the "doctors hate him" meme but it's all of ikebukuro and shizuo (and also izaya)

i love how izaya just. stops bleeding. his platelets working mad crazy

(it's pretty easy to find translations online but here's the site im reading on anyway)

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

109 of 2025

What colour are the sheets on your bed?

Husband has blue, I have white with red kitties.

Have you ever had a storage locker? If so, what is/was stored in it?

I think so, but yeah, I don't remember much of what was there. Probably random cables and shit.

Do you have a gas, electric or induction cooktop?

Electric. I would love induction (it's also electric, by the way).

Are you interested in plants?

I love flowers and plants and nature, but we don't have any natural plants because of our cat. She would eat them and some are poisonous to cats.

How far away is the nearest capital city?

96 km, apparently.

What was the last movie trailer you watched?

Not answering that, I'm sick of these movie questions as they're not applicable to me.

What's your favourite meal of the day?

Breakfast, definitely.

Do you know your neighbours?

Those I knew well mostly moved out.

Tell me all your plans for the next week or so.

Work, physiotherapy, football trainings and matches.

What can you hear and smell right now?

Hear TV, smell my husband's fart. Big ew.

Are you expecting anything in the mail?

Likely. There are two or three orders on the way.

Do you hate cars with loud exhausts?

I don't hate cars, but I don't understand why some people modify them like that.

How many roommates have you had?

Only one at time.

Have you ever broken any bones in your feet or hands?

I've never broken any bone in my life.

Do you keep your house tidy or is it always pretty cluttered?

It is cluttered because of all these fucking boxes with stuff we sell.

What's the altitude of your town or city?

2 meters, apparently.

Do you like movies with vampires in them?

I don't like any movies.

Have you ever bought groceries online?

No, but I'd like to try.

If you have a pet, what is its favourite treat? If you don't have a pet, what's one of your favourite treats? :)

Susie loves Party Mix from Felix. Particularly fish-flavoured.

Do you own any items of clothing that were originally borrowed from someone else?

Yes, I have my husband's hoodie he gave to me years ago.

What was the last thing you drank other than water, and was it yummy?

I don't drink water, I drank Fanta to take pills with, and it's just normal orange taste.

How do you usually style your hair?

I just keep it like it is or put some gel on it.

What's your favourite kind of soup to make?

I love almost all soups, but plain veggie soup is the quickest to make for me. I also like cooking tomato soup and that Polish cucumber soup.

Do you get distracted easily when you read?

Yeah, this is why I hate when someone talks to me while I'm trying to read.

What kind of questions do you generally dislike when it comes to Bzoink surveys?

RIP Bzoink, but it applies to any survey: movie questions, phone questions (who is your #1 contact, who texted you last etc.), question that make assumptions like "when is the last time you went to [a place exclusive to the US]" while I'm European and I've never been there; instead of asking "Have you ever been to X?". Maybe I'm petty, but yeah, these types of questions really get on my nerves. Movie questions annoy me only because I'm absolutely not interested in movies, but I know majority of people like movies.

What will you do after you finish this survey?

Probably another survey.

If you play The Sims, which of all the games is your favourite iteration?

I don't play The Sims.

Do you remember the first house you lived in?

Yes, because my grandma lived there for many years after and we used to spend summer holidays there.

When was the last time you threw up, and do you know why?

In November, I had stomach flu. My husband's face when I vomited on his blanket was priceless. XD I didn't do it on purpose, though. I was just sick.

Who was the last person you said "I love you" to?

My husband. His response? "Yeah right".

[domesticated-whores]

Hate when I'm reminded of a stupid little trigger, lol. Story time because writing things out calms me a bit.

I was hanging out with my guy last night and when he was walking me home late we saw his buddies (one of which is like a mutual work friend, I know and like all these people, he just knows them better) standing outside their place smoking so we stopped for a bit. They were talking about going to see a movie today and our work friend jokingly asked for permission to have my guy for the day so that the group could go to the movies and I was like "lol, sure, I guess I'll let you have him for a day" or whatever. At this point I was cool with the fact that it looked like I wasn't invited. I don't know these people as well, some of them I've never even directly spoken to, I know I would very much be tagging along with my guy. I'm cool with not being invited, I'd probably go if directly asked but I'm also not going to insert myself into my guy's friend group. Probably never, but ESPECIALLY not when we aren't even really together yet. And frankly I've been hanging out with my guy most days and I have shit to do at home that I've been neglecting and my cats miss me, so I could use a catch-up day.

But then work friend accidentally said the phrase that unleashes every fucking ounce of anxiety in me. "I would invite you, but..."

He said he'd invite me, but I work early so he assumed I'd not want to go to a movie on 5 hours of sleep, kind of with the implication that they'd all be hanging out late after the movie too. I probably go to bed WAY earlier than anyone else there. I wouldn't be one to ask my guy to leave early because I'm getting kinda sleepy or some shit, but fair enough line of thought. It's not a rare phrase, I know. Maybe it's a bit rude to assume literally right in front of the person instead of asking if i wanted to go, but it's usually more of a wording issue than anything else. And maybe you're suppose to correct people when they have the wrong assumption, maybe my anxiety is the problem there too. I don't know.

But growing up autistic and (later) pretty severely mentally ill, I was always in friend groups out of pity or as some kind of joke. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was really bullied growing up in that subtle little way that goes over a kid's head when they're just do gullible and honest and literal. That's all I fucking knew, those were the only "friends" I've ever had. Ever. All my life people have made decisions for me like that, but with double meaning and bad intention. "You should come to this (for entertainment value, so we can make fun of you)!!" and "I would have invited you, but (we don't want you there) it doesn't seem like something you'd be into..." After being told over and fucking over again how stupid I am for taking this shit at face value and not seeing that it was "obvious" lies, I finally had it imprinted into me to see the worst meaning behind it. And now I can't even see another meaning with people that I really do trust.

But I KNOW it isn't logical. Even if I don't trust the guy that said it enough to know for sure that that's not what he meant (and I don't think he'd be one to do that honestly, I just have trust issues and I'm not super close to him) I really honest to god trust my guy and I don't think his friend would slight me in front of him, nor do I think he'd not say anything at all if it was meant to be read like that. Even if it was a dismissive response, I think he would have acknowledged it (with like an "lol, rude" or smth) at least. So I'm pretty sure that, outside of my own anxiety and trauma, it didn't mean anything.

But, fuck, did it hit. It hit hard. I think I masked fine, hopefully? But now it's getting to me a little bit. I'm wondering if the first actual friends I've ever had actually ARE my friends. But what the fuck can I even do about it?

Again, I know it's just that it triggered a little response in me and it isn't actually like that, so I guess I'll just try to talk myself out of it. I could ask my guy about it and request a bit of validation or something, but I really would rather not do that. I don't think he'd be terrible about it, he knows I struggle with that stuff a lot and he'd probably be totally willing to reassure me. But I wouldn't even know how to word it, and then he'd probably end up telling me to come and I think that would make my anxiety worse because EVEN WITH REASSURANCE I would have a creeping anxiety that I was only invited because I caught onto what they were doing and they felt obligated to cover it up by letting me go along. Again, not logical, but anxiety rarely is. And it's over SUCH a little thing that it's fucking embarrassing as hell. This man has heard me vent and seen me have full on meltdowns over being overstimulated or stressed, but that's usually over an accumulation of several very real and actively stressful things. I feel comfortable enough with him, but I do not feel comfortable enough with myself to explain how a very basic phrase hit me so hard because of shit that's happened years ago now.

[bittersweetmorality]

— aizawa boyfriend headcannons

☾ genre: headcannons

☾ pairing: aizawa shota x gn!reader

☾ warnings: none !! all fluff ! (hints at manga spoilers, but no details or anything about it is actually said)

☾ a/n: HIHI ! i have like 9 other drafts that i’m working on and they’re all for Bungou Stray Dogs 😁 but enjoy this Aizawa brainrot i love him gn.

☾ ALSO ! NSFW headcannons for aizawa will be coming soon as a separate post !!

☾ W/C: 1,373

— SFW

okay i’m sick of all the mfs that say that aizawa is just an emotionless asshole

HE. IS. NOT.

ON MY MAMA HE IS A SWEETHEART DEEP DOWN. IN HIS OWN WAY.

he’s not really outwardly affectionate— especially not at first

mostly because his love language is acts of service and words of affirmation

no i will not take criticism because i am right

HOWEVER of course i shall elaborate 😁

he is a bitter man because of his past (if y’all read the MHA manga... you know 😐.)

but he would not insult someone he genuinely cares about

and obviously he cares about you bae

so words of affirmation is a constant with him— and honestly it just comes out naturally, he doesn’t even force it

and it’s a lot of reassurance too— reminding you that he does care about you despite the fact that he isn’t very good at expressing it

he also doesn’t explicitly say that he loves you most of the time, just ‘cause he’s afraid of the term yaknow

he kinda plays around with words that basically mean the same thing tho 😁

“i’m very proud of you”

“you’re the only one i want”

“how are you feeling?”

“do you need anything from me? are you tired?”

speaking of which

his love language of acts of service said HELLOOOO

he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

but he’s also pretty lazy 😐

so it’s kinda acts of service but in the back of his mind he hopes that the things that make you happy n comfy are easily attainable 🧍

but when i say he’s lazy and that isn’t gunna change for ANYONE .

🧍.

yeah sorry

my mans wants his naps regardless if you want attention like just nap with him

he’s very very okay with that

AND UHHH CUDDLING .

he isn’t big on like hugs or pda or holding hands when it comes to physical affection

but CUDDLING WHILE NAPPING AND SLEEPING?? YES.

he loves that so much omg

like he knows that you’re alone and he’s allowed to be vulnerable around you, and no one is around except the two of you

and your cats

but we’ll get that later

he’s always the big spoon

not because he’s embarrassed or anything he doesn’t really give a fuck about shame in this situation

he just finds it more comfy to hold you rather than the other way around

because he cuddled his pillow for so long that’s just his natural sleeping position

you can tear that headcannon from my cold dead hands and i don’t want to hear it outta any of you

anyway

he’s such a heavy sleeper that he does NOT move an INCH at night

so if you ever have to get up to pee or just generally move around a lot while you sleep he doesn’t care

it literally cannot bother him 😐 he is dead to the world

also he doesn’t dream at all he just 😐 he sleep

he likes to hear about your dreams though if you have them ^_^ you guys talk all about it in the morning and the way he looks at you when you talk ☹️🥺

like in any situation ☹️🥺 he just listening to you talk about things you enjoy— he could listen to your voice all day

he doesn’t really reply much, but you know he’s listening

ANYWAY back to the CATS !!

you have two cats

one cat favors aizawa and one favors you

it’s no surprise that the cat that likes aizawa more has the same personality as you, and the cat that has the same personality as aizawa likes you more

obviously they love you both but like, if they had to choose a lap while you’re both on the couch, you can guess what happens

he loves the cats so much

genuinely he worries for them all the time

the only time he calls you is to check on the cats when he randomly gets anxious about them

“hi. are you home right now?”

“yes hun, i’m on my lunch break,”

“are the cats okay?”

“...yes they’re with me right now?”

“are you sure.”

“.....do you want me to put them up to the phone?”

“yes.”

anyway DATES.

they’re mostly lazy dates (obviously)

he likes the casual aspect of relationships, so that extravagant shit is wasted on him, especially when it comes to dates

he likes to order in, or cook (preferably with you) and watch a movie with the cats

the cats are in fact a requirement

and yes he will cuddle you on the couch while the movie plays, and honestly sometimes he finds himself barely focusing on the movie, just looking down at you laying on his chest and simply admiring you

he's a softie deep down

a big fat softie

also kisses with aizawa???

soft. so Soft™

he's just a very delicate person at heart, so kisses are just the same

he cups your cheeks and plants kisses on your lips and nose all. the. time.

he loves kisses but usually he doesn't initiate them, so you better grow some BALLS and kiss your man

he will kiss you right back instantly

he also isn't very private about his life

but also?? kind of??

like he definitely doesn't make any effort to hide his relationship with you from the rest of the UA staff and students, but obviously he isn't parading you around and shouting from the rooftops

he finds it really stupid for someone to actively hide their significant other from people

like??? make sure to tell people they're yours?? why would you hide that you dumbass

speaking of which aizawa is super protective

he DEF isn't possessive, like "don't you dare talk to that guy or i will kill him" type like some of y'all make him out to be

i see you and i hate you .

he just wants to keep you safe, so he looks out for you constantly

he trusts you not to be possessive, but his natural instincts from past trauma (again, manga reader know) make him look out for people he cares about

and that always includes you

OVERALL

100/10 boyfriend someone kiss him for me </3

"shota?" you called from the kitchen, trying to gather all of the snacks you had organized onto the counter in your arms. there were too many bags, so many that it would definitely be impossible for you to carry them all in one go-- and that was obvious, since every attempt to gather everything was futile. you groaned as the items tumbled out of your grasp for the umpteenth time, "shota, hun can you help?"

"hm? what's wrong?" you heard a monotonous grunt from the living room.

"i can't carry everything myself, and i really don't feel like taking multiple trips," there was no response. you sighed, "pleeeaaase??"

"i'm busy. my hands are full too."

"ugh, he's sitting on the couch, what could he possibly be busy with?" you mutter to yourself through your teeth.

finally, you decide to simply create a makeshift bag out of your shirt, flipping it up inside-out. you quickly place all of your snacks, and speed to where your lazy boyfriend sat in the other room to stop anything from falling.

you aimlessly let everything tumble out of your grasp, the sounds of plastic hitting your wooden coffee table in front of the couch.

"see? you didn't need my help," you could hear the smug smile on his face even if you weren't looking.

"well, you know how much easier it would've been if y-" you begin to whine, but as you look up to face aizawa completely, you realize why he refused to get up. two little cats were curled up on his blanket-covered lap, their bellies rising and falling gently. you tentatively made your way to sit beside him, carefully plopping onto the cushion.

"so you really were busy then, huh?"

he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to lean your head into the crook of his neck, careful not to move his lap in the process, "well, you know i wouldn't lie to you."

masterlist

[balmasedas]

desperado / druglord!javier peña au. 

chapter one.

summary: reader is a dea agent. violence has arisen in the streets of colombia and she's determined to bring javier peña to justice. things take an abrupt turn when, instead of her finding him, he finds her and realizes they got much more interest in each other than just drug-related topics. 

warnings: only +18. overall, this is smut so smutty. canon violence. detailed warnings in every chapter. spanish traductions are in the notes, though for the sake of non-spanish speakers, spanish dialogues will be minimal and not relevant to the plot.

word count: 2.5k.

You throw your sweater in the backseat of your car before exiting it. In the morning, you had dug through your boxed-up winter clothes after shivering in your shirt-sleeves as soon as you got out of your department. Now, the temperature has risen to the seventies and you give yourself a clap in the back for deciding to wear something decent underneath. Spring in Colombia is a nightmare.

The crime scene is packed with local police and DEA agents. There are no civilian spectators this time, they know better than sticking their noses in the Medellin's cartel businesses.

Upon your arrival, you don’t need to identify yourself to the uniformed men guarding the perimeter. They know you well by then. You are the only female in the team that has to deal with these kinds of situations —gruesome, gut-churning, dirty shit. Not a very much "lady-like" job, some would express. For that, you have earned yourself the title of a gritty woman. Maybe because you were gritty, maybe because you were a woman.

Sometimes, though, you find yourself wondering why you turned down some run-of-the-mill desk job back in Virginia. It would’ve been a dull routine, for sure — hideous, even; but gossiping about some flash romance between two co-workers is less taxing than having to witness five rotting corpses at first daylight. 

"Jesus Christ," you lift your sunglasses to your head. Your partner, esteemed, weary agent Steve Murphy, turns around at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re up early.” he asserts, with a raised eyebrow. 

You purse your lips. “Had a bad night. Ran out of whisky at one am.” 

Not even Hugo, or Hughie for his gringo friends, could help you. You forgot that his daughter would be celebrating her birthday and his all-night store would be closed until the next morning. Normally, you would own an arsenal of alcohol, but it has been an abnormal week and a hell of a night —starting with the spiral of violence that has arisen in the streets of Medellin.

"Well, look at the bright side: your stomach is empty," Murphy mumbles.

Looking at the bodies in front of you, you can’t agree more: their hands are tied-up to the oxidated wire behind them, hanging by their arms. They are barefoot and scantily clad. There is a visible gunshot wound in all of their front heads, some flies are already hovering around the open flesh. A quick death to eternal torture, you suppose.

"When did you get the call?" you inquire.

He fiddles with his wristwatch. "About two hours ago." you only hum in response, keeping your eyes in front of you and paying no mind to Steve who only grows impatient at your silence. "You think this was Peña's job?" he adds.

You nod in denial. "If it was, it doesn't make sense." Not one bit. "Peña works underground, quiet, like a sneaky rat. I'd even say they're more well-behaved than most cartels. So why do this?"

Why such a declaration of violence? Why draw even more attention from the authorities? 

"Maybe he decided to toughen his punishments?” You scoff at his remark.

“He can do that without half the city knowing it. A ditch is much more subtle than a monument to death blocks from the US embassy.” 

Murphy smirks. “Seems that you have given it a thought before, Sarchie.” you narrow your eyes. He knows you hate that nickname. Your tendencies to boss him around had brought you consequences: the unofficial title of a Sargeant. Sarchie, shortened and friendly.

“Killing someone? Yes, you. Multiple times a day.” you put your sunglasses back on and walk away. The forensic police won’t be there until the next half hour, at least, and you are too disquiet to wait around. Plus, your stomach is growling, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. “We’re gonna need their names, I’ll see what I can find. You have a little chat with the coroner and see if they can speed up the autopsy. The sooner the better, ok?” you spot the smirk on his face. You know what he’s thinking. You shut your car's door and point a finger at him through the window. A clear warning sign in your eyes. “Shut the fuck up and do it.”

(,,,)

Happy hour. You give up on the investigation and stop off at ‘Chiquita’, a popular local bar near your place. The prices are cheap, the drinks aren’t that good but they do the job. The place is crowded — hot couples with wet, glowing skin grinding against each other. Happy or horny or both. You take a mental note to have some fun later. 

As you sip at your bourbon and crack your peanuts, you let yourself dwell on what you found out about your case. You finally got the names of your five guys. For that, much research wasn’t needed: All of them had their IDs in their pockets and they were exactly who you feared they were: no ones. No ties to any big names, no official involvement in any cartel — at the most, a few minor possession charges. As for weeks, your few clues have led to nowhere and the enigma surrounding the Medellin cartel seems to worsen with every minute that passes by.

You hate mysteries. Colombia’s full of them. 

You take your second bourbon in one smooth shot and ask for another. You grab a colombian peso from your wallet and slide it across the wood. Your eyes stop at the picture of your parents that you carry around. It’s tiny and worn, just like your relationship with them. They haven’t heard from you in weeks, a fair deal, if anyone asked. They don’t have to deal with their fucked up daughter and you can focus on your work filled with dead ends and a ghost that haunts you while you’re awake: Javier Peña.

“¹Qué tomas, preciosa?” a velvety voice caresses your ears. A pleasant smile breaks quietly over your lips. Just in time.

You turn your head to the side. The stranger, with chocolate-skin and inviting eyes, is waiting for an answer. You tap your fingers against the glass.

"Bourbon," you say. "²Pero no me vendría mal un trago más." he grins and holds up two fingers to the barman. He sits at the empty seat beside you, he’s exuberating confidence. He’s offered you the bait and you'd taken it.

"³Algo más que se te ofrezca?"

You look him in the eyes. You know how the story goes from there. It isn’t any different than the one from last night, or the night before. As an apex predator, he's out for something to satisfy his hunger. He won't go home without reaching his goal and you're desperate enough to let him.

"⁴Sí. Hay algo más que puedes hacer por mi."

(,,,)

The fucking cat on the window has been staring straight into your eyes for the last fifteen minutes. Matias, the guy you've met hours before, is too focused on you to notice the awkward presence of the animal, so you don't bother shooing it away. 

He's enjoying himself, pounding into you in a symphony of lust bites and moans. But the sound of skin on skin doesn't match the intensity of your passion for this encounter.

It's not that his performance was terrible, it was just... soft. So soft, too soft. From the sweet nothings, he gasps on your ear to the gentleness of his grip on your hip. 

You aren't a sweet girl. If you were sweet, you wouldn't have traveled all the way down to Colombia to participate in the war on drugs. If you were fond of delicateness, you would've stayed inside and touched yourself to a Cristina Peri Rossi novel instead of searching for strangers at bars.

You don't like to believe you are a special case. On the contrary, you assume your attitude is the rule and not the exception. Not a hell of a woman, but a woman made of hell – waking up already worried about the hours ahead of you. How could you not? Your life is as wide and empty as the sky. Unstable, unpredictable. Anything can happen. A good meaningless fuck is the only moment you allow yourself to feel something — someone. By then, the detachment that gets you through the day disappears and raw feral emotion takes its place. 

You are addicted. It's like a drug, but worse. Drugs don't have feelings, people do.

You’d grabbed Matias' hand and wrapped it around your neck a few times but your request had been ignored; you’d even pushed his ass against your body so you could get closer to a feral touch, but he had insisted on something more caring and delicate. 

And delicacy just won't do. 

So, after a few tries, you give up. You lay still, under his heating body, dead eyes directed at your window. No emotion whatsoever, no release. Like a numb, stiff sex doll, rooting for his satisfaction. Forgotten until next time.

“⁵Donde?” he blurts in your ear. You evaluate your options quickly. 

“⁶Adentro.” Any other place would demandsñ more attention. By then, he would be aware of your passivity and asking too many questions. You don't answer questions, you make them.

His body tenses and trembles. You feel heat dripping between your legs but it doesn't come from you. He leaves a few small pecks on your neck — thankfully, the last ones for the night. Matias breathes over you for a few seconds before he gets off. You stare at the roof in silence, and when he asks if you finished, you simply nod.

You can't grasp what he says under his breath after you ask him, as nice as possible, to leave. What he does or doesn't vocalize, it doesn't matter. You won't be repeating with him. You never fucked the same person twice. 

Once you hear the front door shut, still resting on your bare skin, you lit a cigarette. The room is void of artificial light, and the cat is still in the same place, with his silhouette contoured by the gleam of the moon.

"Sneaky bastard." you chuckle, then get up from the bed and slowly approach it.

You stop at the wooded frame of the window, maintaining your distance. Not too close to scare him or him to scare you. He isn't a friendly guy. He isn't even yours — just a grumpy cat that stops by your department too often demanding some food. You tried to get him to come inside before, but all you had won from your offers were a couple of scratches. Nonetheless, the cat has seen more of you than many people have. So, even though you renegade from him, you found yourself inevitably attached. He's the closest thing to a family, after Murphy, of course. But Murphy hasn't seen you on your worst, yet.

"Hope you see the same shit I see." you grimace and shake your head. "Not like that, I mean... I should choose better who to fuck with. And they should choose better too." the cat remains silent –obviously– and you keep talking. "You could make yourself useful and spook them away before I have to." he meows, you roll your eyes and decide to leave him alone. "Then again, I could do it myself if I told them I hold long conversations with the stray cat that lives in my window."

You choose to take a bath and call it a night. You glide through the living room, though before you can reach the bathroom something stops you. There's a noise outside, some glass breaking down on the streets. You can ignore it, conflict isn't a foreign subject in Colombia, especially at late hours. But then it repeats itself a second time, and the third bugs you too much for you not to grab your night robe and take a look at it from your window.

The only light pole is out of order; there's not a soul in sight; music can be heard from afar. You see nothing out of place until you do.

Your car is parked across the street. All four windows have been smashed, the tires are flat. You barely waste time cursing before you flee out of your place. You thought the night couldn’t get worse but the world has a disturbing obsession with testing your patience. 

Once you take a step outside and approach your damaged car, you’re not sure where your chills are coming from. Perhaps, because of the unfriendly weather or maybe because you’re suddenly aware of how idiotic was your decision to go outside. 

Everything inside your vehicle is left untouched. There weren't objects of value anyways. You find no logical reason for someone wanting to wreck a car just because —yours, of them all.

Big red warning signs color your mind. Your eyes scan your surroundings with speed. It's a dark, lonely dessert. You're now sure that what happened isn't some random event. The victim could've been to another person, but you weren't just another person.

"⁷Discúlpeme, señorita." a voice throws yourself far from the source. You reach for your gun just to find nothing there. Damn you. "⁸Está bien?" you look at the man. An old man that, at first glance, doesn't represent a threat. His voice is gentle, his voice is tinted with a caring voice. You lower your defenses, just a bit, not enough to stay around.

"⁹Sí." you mutter.

Slowly, you walk back to your apartment. Old man glues his eyes to your form and you don't take your own off from his'. Before reaching the sidewalk, you trip with something. Your back collides against a car and you're ready to apologize when the owner exits it there’s not a sign of rage in his face. On the contrary, his stare is blank and his mouth doesn’t even twitch.

Bad news.

You intend to run, but another guy blocks your passage and two more appear at each side of you. You turn over to ask the old man for help, but he’s gone along with your last piece of hope. Can’t blame him, you would’ve escaped too if you had the chance. However, you can’t and the smartest thing to do is acknowledge it and work from it. 

You stay still thinking it will persuade them to opt for gentle treatment. 

How naive of you. 

A set of fingers dig into your arms, another one grabs you by the neck and lowers your head as they drag you into their car. Guarded by two of them who sit at your sides, a dark cloth bag is placed over your head and your wrists are restricted with a zip tie. 

All you have left now is your hearing, you pick up a few things: the engine roaring, the tires burning on the asphalt as you speed off, some spanish words thrown in the air. Nothing substantial, nothing of use.

You sit in silence and wait for the worst.

[trashcatsnark]

I've been toying with an AU where Johnny gets to return to his body AND V survives, but the relic still wrecked their body and they're still dying, so they join the Aldecaldos to look for the cure (essetially the star ending + Johnny). Johnny kinda had to become the caretaker for V, since they're too weak to do a lot themselves. He feels like he's fucking up constantly, but he's doing his best; he can't cook, but he always buys V their favorite flavor of instant ramen, for example. Or does something like "you should sleep V, you look like shit. You don't feel like it? Too bad, because I'm lying down right next to you and I'm not leaving untill I hear you snoring (which you do btw)". In reality he loves to listen to their heartbeat and breathing, and now that he has his own, he hopes that V finds it as comforting and soothing as the other way around. He devoted himself to getting V the help they need and V themselves back when he was an engram, and he intends to keep this promise of guardianship in whatever form necessary, be it snapping someone's neck to protect them or making them some ramen and nagging them to eat it.

Awwwwwwww, I adore that please give me! (V better end up okay in that AU or I’ll riot) 

Spoilers for Cyberpunk 2077 Endings In My Response 

I downright adore the idea of Johnny at some point having to take care of V. I really want with my own V for it to follow Temperance ending at first with V letting him take their body. And then Johnny very adamantly saying No, fuck it I can’t let this go, I will rip V out of cyberspace if only to wring their neck and tell them what an idiot they are for sacrificing their life for mine. 

So, he works with all of the everybody to get them back, get him a body because V refuses to leave cyberspace unless they’re both saved, And they find a fix. 

But what I’m getting to is similarly to your AU is I imagine, all of this will take a huge toll on V’s body and the recovery process will be a long one. Days, weeks, where V barely leaves bed cause they’re still too weak. There body has been under so much duress while his was under cryogenic stabilization. His body accepted him back easily, with no trouble, and V has to be pumped with medication to make their body not reject their very presence in it, intensively for the first couple months and then after enough progress they can go down on it. And Johnny takes up the role of playing caretaker, because he can’t after all of this just watch V suffer and do nothing about it. 

And Johnny, feels immense guilt, as he would in the AU as he does with any kind of suffering V endures because of the chip, because of Mikoshi, because of him. Not only does he blame himself, but there’s a sense fo survivors guilt in each scenario, because while V isn’t gone. They suffer while he’s fine and that just isn’t right; why should he be the one doing great and okay while V is actively hurting, when they did nothing wrong, they don’t deserve this. 

I also, agree wholeheartedly with your view of him as a caretaker and planned as much with it in mine, because Johnny is so fucking clumsy with it. Because he’s never had to be the responsible person is any situation. Depending on the person, anytime someone he knew sick came to him he’d either tell them not to be a pussy or offer to lay with them as a thinly veiled excuse to touch them and see if he could still get laid. (Alt wasn’t particular amused by that and yelled at him and Rogue saw it coming a mile away and told him to kick rocks)  

He feels so out of his element, he knows he wants to, needs to do this for V. But he’s overthinking everything and feels like he’s fucking up every second. He knows their favorite foods, favorite ramen, favorite dessert, favorite everything and he tries to get them for him. Because he, like you said, cannot fucking cook. He can’t make anything, boy burns water. And a part of him is second guessing even giving them their favorites, cause, ramen isn’t great for recovery is it? He can’t give them shitty buck-a-slice pizza when they’re still healing right? That’s bad...right? He doesn’t even know how to be healthy, how is he suppose to help keep V healthy? He might even try to outsource cooking to one of the Aldecaldos if they’re with the nomads or Mama Welles if they’re in the city (he considered for a second asking River to make jambalaya for them, but immediately decided no) but even that makes him feel bad, because then is he really the one taking care of them, but should he be that selfish, to prioritize his own ego in caring for them over them getting the best care? He can’t clean their living area worth shit; their tent or apartment space is messier than usual. If in the city, Kerry offers to pay for a maid service and Johnny refuses, because god damn it he shouldn’t be this incompetent. He has to take care of Nibbles for V a lot of the time and he’s never taken care of a cat before; he doesn’t know how to clean a litter box. He sometimes has to help V shower or bathe when its really bad and finds himself worrying about if he should be doing that, if they think he’s just being a pervert, if he should ask someone else (then remembers that someone else would see them naked and he doesn’t like that too much either and is that selfish?) He honestly has so much worry and anxiety when it comes to V. And while I think he’s always had a hidden level of self hatred and disgust with himself; the anxiety and doubtfulness is definitely a bit..new to him. He was always confident, assured, and determined; he hated himself, knew he was an asshole, but he was an asshole who’d get shit done or die trying, sacrifice every relationship he had for his goals and refused to think about the consequences because it was worth it. Now, he’s freaking out internally about whether or not he can make spaghetti for his favorite merc. 

Meanwhile V is just like, Johnny let me sleep on your chest as you hum samurai songs and I’ll be happy. 

V: Look, I made Johnny a better person!

Kerry: You fucked up a perfectly good rockerboy is what you did, he’s got anxiety!

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

*HEAVY SIGH*

I see people accusing Jim of stealing stuff from Garden Lodge all the damn time and it's really getting old, because there is zero evidence that this is true and is based on nothing but hearsay from a bunch of loudmouths on the internet. It's no coincidence that the people who spread this rumour are bitter Mary stans who hate Jim and will do anything to demonize him. If Jim, Joe or Phoebe had stolen anything from GL, they would have been arrested. I've seen Mary's fans claim that she let them get away with it because she "didn't want to cause a scandal" but we know that's bullshit, given that she's publicly slated the GL boys and the band to the press, gave several interviews right after Freddie died where she made all these dishonest claims about his final days, and that huge fiasco with Oscar the cat. If any of them had taken something from Garden Lodge that Mary wanted, she would have raised merry hell over it (or should I say, "mary" hell, lmao.)

So, either A) the jacket was specifically left for Jim as well as other things B) Jim asked if he could keep the jacket and Mary let him, or C) Jim "stole" the jacket and Mary didn't give a fuck. Take your pick.

I'm also tired of people criticising Jim for selling the jacket. Like you said, the most important memories of Freddie for Jim were the ones he had in his head. At the end of the day, it was just a jacket. A piece of clothing that would have undoubtedly ended up at an auction or in a stranger's hands after Jim died anyway. I've heard some accounts that Jim was sick at the time and needed money for his cancer treatment, but whether that's true or not is irrelevant to me. I don't see anyone criticising Mary for selling some of Freddie's furniture, despite not needing to, right after he died. I don't see anyone criticising Freddie's mother for selling his beloved piano, or his sister for selling his car. These were all items that meant a lot to Freddie but that's what they were, items. Freddie was dead and had no use for them any more.

People can't hold onto that stuff forever and they inevitably have to be sold, lest they just sit around and gather dust. When my grandmother died, all her clothes were given to charity or recycled, including her wedding dress which meant the world to her. But it was too old to be used and would just have sat abandoned in a closet for the rest of its existence; it was sad to see it go but there was just no point keeping it other than sentimentality. The charity shop were able to use some of the dress' materials to fix/fashion other clothing, so it was put to good use in the end.

On that note, from what I've read, the jacket ended up in very good hands. The people who attend these auctions are usually responsible collectors, not just random people off the street. They're not going to waste thousands of dollars on an item that they're not going to look after. The collector who bought the Wembley jacket often temporarily donates it to museums, along with other celebrity clothes, so all Freddie's fans get to see and appreciate it. Had Jim left the jacket to a friend or family member, there's no doubt in my mind that it would have ended up right in the same place. But people just love to shit all over Jim, so of course they're going to criticise him for it.

TL;DR: There is no evidence that Jim stole anything from GL, only crazy theories by homophobic fans who love riding Mary's dick. Also, when someone famous dies, their items are often sold for various reasons. It would be great if we could keep everything forever, but sadly that's not the reality. People need to get off their high horses and stop policing who can and can't do what.

Not sure if I could add much else lol. Idk if it was the case with the other anon—it seems like no—but it’s no coincidence that most people who accuse Jim of stealing also love Mary. It’s hilarious when people act like she didn’t want a scandal or media attention when that’s the opposite of her actions. She would’ve loved to paint herself as the victim of theft at GL.

Yeah Mary sold GL furniture but no one questions that, and Freddie’s family sold some of his belongings, like you said. Objects mean different things to different people. Contrast this with Brian, who is very sentimental and owns Freddie’s touring piano, and Roger who takes care of some of his stage outfits. It’s a good point that collectors at that level take really good care of their memorabilia and don’t let items just sit and rot. The jacket is probably in better hands now than if it had been left in the Hutton family after Jim passed. I think this is another case of something that’s really common with celebrities after they pass being treated as some big scandal, like when people freak out over Jim writing a book.

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Ok, so, originally this was gonna just be a million fuckin questions, and it'll prooooobably turn into one of those question chains from several months ago. BUT to start I think I can do just like, three. First, tell me ALL about the area in Norway where Jelani was growin up, absolutely anything and everything you can think of about it. Secondly, tell me ALL about babby Jelani! Again just anything and everything you can think of! Lastly, how exactly do those magic weapons work? :o Like, once they're made can anyone grab them? Can he only have one at a time? Stuff like that! Basically just use this as a chance to talk about all those things! :3

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So Jelani was born and raised near what is known as Hammerfest today (woohoo subarctic climate!). Honestly he’s been everywhere and just about seen everything but nothing compares to when he was growing up in that area and watching the Aurora Borealis with family and friends in a comfortable silence while just taking it all in, ya know? Being born in 870 CE meant there was no light pollution so every night the sky always lit up and the stars were so shiny and there were millions and millions of them which was absolutely insane to see and had a lot of significance because of his mom’s culture and their relationship to the stars.

They were close to the coast so there was a lot of fishing and sailing. He was also partial to that area because it was close to the sea and close enough to the mountains where it felt like a happy in between. He’s not a fan of being too far from some source of water. That place was perfect as he could see all kinds of sea dwelling animals like whales and seals, squids though he’s not a fan, he’s kind of scared of squid especially the really big ones he saw every once in a while. He especially liked puffins as a kid since he thought they were kinda silly. Inland he saw his fair share of reindeer, foxes, bears, wolves and otters which he completely fell in love with and still loves as an adult. Show him pictures or videos of otters and he’ll melt, if he sees one irl he’ll practically die from the amount of cute. There were also the more supernatural creatures though he mostly grew up around a lot of werewolves.

Oh! And sure, he’s not a big fan of the sun but even he has to admit that the midnight sun is pretty impressive and beautiful in its own right. It was gorgeous to see it and he did enjoy walking around in the middle of the night and still see the sun out.

Also, despite the location, he was exposed to a lot of different people as the village was flagged as a safe area which saw a ton of traders and all were welcome regardless of who you were or if you were human or non-human. He saw everything and interacted with all sorts of people from the local Sámi People, Middle Eastern, Asian and even other African people. And after his mom found out her family were still alive and well they’d also visit each other when they could. Honestly, his upbringing was kinda fairy tale like.

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qasdxcfgbhn well, Jela as a little kid was always hanging around his parents, grandparents and especially his brother. Since Loke’s 13 years older than him Loke often watched him and played with him a lot, he wasn’t even asked to he just did it because baby brother. Like the instant Lo first saw him it was like love at first sight type of shit. He learned to speak clearly very early on which surprised everyone at how clear and structured his speech was for a kid so young and then they learned he was a very fast learner and really smart and was always curious and asking tons of questions.

Even since he was little he really loved animals so he was always seen chasing after them or somehow petting them and playing with them. Learned to ride and care for horses pretty fast and when he got his own it was like fireworks went off in his head. Even in present day he sees a horse and it’s like instant childhood memories flooding him. Btw his first horse was a mare he named Dagny, just like his ball python in modern times lol, it was a Fjord with a grey coat and a two tone mane and he loved her to bits. Aside from that there was the family dog named River because she loved to swim. He also liked cats but they didn’t have a cat because Loke was scared of them and Sanaa (for different reasons related to another creature) wasn’t fond of them. They don’t hate cats but they’d rather just keep ‘em at arm’s length.

Then teen Jelani who was...I don’t wanna use the word difficult because he wasn’t but let’s just say different for lack of a better word. It was around this time that he was realizing he wasn’t like his family and it actually hurt ‘im a lot. Especially since his mom was an arcane berserker and it was like a huge deal so they all thought he was gonna be one too. So in come the feelings of alienation and the doubts and the semi angst and the moodiness. He was never disrespectful to anyone but he was often moody and often felt down. Around this time he was also learning he had some unique abilities of his own that no one else had and since no one else had them he learned to control them but not without incidents. Not to mention that since he was very little he could see and hear and talk to things that no one else could really see. Some were friendly and others weren’t. Mix in the regular hormonal shit teenagers go through during puberty and it made for a bit of a mess. This kind of “weakened” him and his old self (which he nor anyone else knew of) was starting to rear in and it was kind of scary. He was actually fluctuating between his old personality which was chaotic af and his present self and both seemed to clash a lot. Once this started happening the migraine attacks and the nosebleeds began as well as the sleep paralysis, night terrors, insomnia and the nyctophobia and they all seemed to hit him really hard and suddenly. So all of that mixed in made the ages of 13 through 17 really, really fucking messy.

But family and friends were with him through it all and at 17 and a half he chilled out and learned to control himself and managed to suppress his old self. He’d learned to use and handle his abilities responsibly, still felt a little out of place but his family was sure to always let ‘im know they loved him no matter what and his grandfather especially let him know that his differences weren’t a bad thing and that they made ‘im special. By 18 he was back to his cheerful old self though sometimes he still felt bad about being different but didn’t let it get him down. However, he now had to cope with migraine attacks, night terrors, nyctophobia, random nosebleeds, insomnia and sleep paralysis which he still has even in present day.

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Okay so berserkers are non-humans that have the ability to summon powerful weapons and very sturdy armor from nothing thin air. The armor can take a beating but if they get targeted by a barrage of attacks the armor can break and they’d have to summon the armor again but there’s a cool down of about half an hour so it’s better to hang on to the armor even if broken or get your ass to safety. The weapons don’t break though. Oh and if an armor broke and they summon it again it’ll show up as good as new. Berserkers can summon up to two different weapons so which ones they summon depends on the person’s taste and comfort level.

These weapons can be summoned and dematerialized at will and have no cool down. Anyone can grab them if the berserker it belongs to doesn’t mind though why would a berserker use another one’s weapon unless they wanna be offensive and kill ‘em with their own weapon? It’s not offensive, more like yikes.

Now, since Jelani isn’t a berserker he managed to figure out a way to mimic berserkers’ ability to summon a weapon from thin air though unlike grown up berserkers he isn’t limited to just two types of weapons. For example Loke is able to summon a two headed axe and a bow, nothing more nothing less. Jelani can summon whatever he wants as he can manipulate the shape. His mom’s tribe are partial to glaives so he mainly uses a glaive. His weapons however are made of an unknown material that’s insanely hard and impossible to even crack. His weapons can’t be wielded by anyone other than himself bc as soon as someone else touches them they dematrerialize. It also looks weird, like it’s so dark it swallows all light and no light bounces off of it. He can’t summon armor though so that’s where the blacksmith comes in. His uncle Jørgen made his look like his dad’s and his mom’s.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 99) "Shows in Different Country Codes"

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Waiting for the Xanax to kick in that Luna had given him in their uber, Colson's leaned back into his seat. A thousand thoughts swirling through his head as he stares out the airplane's window.

"FUCK... I hate leaving them...." He sighs at the thought of Casie and Luna. "I wonder if she got in touch with that planner Emma gave her..." His mind drifting to their weddings. Being more nervous for EstFest, there's a lot to do just festival wise. "I'm glad no one gave me shit about adding the extra day..." He thinks of the vendors. Sighing again, his mind wanders to a place it tries to never go. "Maybe I should call my dad.... He should probably meet Luna...." His heart worries as the Xanax helps his eyes close.

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Luna lands in Mexico City around 5A. She wanders around the gift shop for a moment, buying a new shirt before making her way outside. It's pouring, so she pulls her Yankees hat on backwards before she hops into a taxi.

Once checked in at The Four Seasons, Luna doesn't know what to do with herself. Ashley's sharing a room with Dom, leaving Luna alone. Lighting a joint, she tries on the shirt she bought. Heading into the bathroom, she stands on top of the toilet to Snap Colson.

Finally crawling into bed, Luna flicks on the TV as she lights another joint. Drifting off to the sounds of Parks and Rec once she's put it out.

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The Bus is parked in the back of the venue, Colson's playing The Knitting Factory tonight. In the back of a cab, he catches the Snap from Luna. Laughing out loud at her once he opens it.

"She's so fucking adorable..." His heart aches for her as he pays for and climbs out of his ride.

Opening the door to their bedroom on The Bus, Colson isn't shocked to find Baze and Sam. He's definitely not pleased though.

"Yo. Wake the fuck up and get outta my bed." He states, kicking the bottom of Baze's foot.

Both of them wake with a bit of a startle. Looking at each other, slightly embarrassed. They like to think they're on The Low but everyone knows about them. Silly Wabbits.

"FUCK man... I didn't think you'd be back till later..." Baze says groggily as he collects himself.

"Clearly, Truck." Colson rolls his eyes with a chuckle as he turns around so they can dress.

Not one to cock block but desperately wanting to lay down, he really doesn't care. He knows Luna will though. As they begin to leave his room, Colson calls out a Yo. They both turn but he talks directly to Sam.

"You know she's a cunt.... I'd get these sheets washed before she gets back." He says with a light warning.

Tired, Sam stares at Colson. She hates that he knows Luna well enough to be right.

"I got it." She responds, uncharacteristically trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.

With his door shut, Colson Snaps Luna back before throwing himself down. Hoping to find her smell, he can only find other people in their bed. Pissed, he rips the blankets, sheets and pillow cases off, throwing them out the door.

Grabbing her pillow and tucking his nose inside his hoodie, he catches her faint scent. Images of Luna dancing in his head as he falls asleep.

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Luna wakes up to a hard banging on her door. It's just after 2P. Touching the empty side of her bed, Luna wishes Colson was with her.

Hating The World, she let's them bang. Finding her phone, there's a Snap from Colson.

"He's such a dirty Motherfucker..." Luna thinks with a grin.

The door still pounding.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!! I'M COMING!" She shouts as she climbs out of bed.

Winging the door open, it's Ashley and Dom. Impatient fucking Assholes.

"WHY!?!" Luna demands. "Why the FUCK do you need to bang like that?" Luna complains as she let's them in.

"To wake your bitch ass up." Ashley snarks, pushing her way into the room.

"Mornen' Loons." Dom greets her to her silent nod.

"You really are a DICKFUCK sometimes...." Luna says with annoyance.

"Whatever...." Ashley brushes her off. "Got any bud?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah.... But it was shoved up my asshole, so do you really wanna smoke it?" Luna deadpans.

"Shut the fuck up." Ashley laughs as she turns to Dom. "She didn't shove it up her ass." She reassures him.

"Oi... Bum smoke is no problem fo me!" Dom responds, making both Girls laugh.

Dom knowing Them well enough to truly understand the nature of their friendship. Rolling one up as Ashley and Luna climb onto the bed together. Luna's ring catching Ashley's eye for the first time.

"HOLY FUCK! WHAT IS THIS!!!" She exclaims as she grabs for Luna's hand.

Admiring the large, sparkling stone, she moves Luna's hand all around as it catches the light. Shining brighter with every different angle. It's definitely NOT a guitar string.

"He picked this out on his own?" She asks in amazement.

"I think Rook might've helped him a little, but yeah... I had nothing to do with it." Luna answers.

"Good job, Kells." Ashley compliments his choice.

Luna, Ashley and Dom burn and chat. Talking about Colson, the ring, what they've both been up to and the upcoming weddings. It feels like forever since The Girls last saw each other. In reality, it's only been three days since the show at The Roxy.

"Alright... We gotta motor. Go shower, we have rehearsal in less then 2hrs. Come meet us in room 202 when you're ready." Ashley directs Luna.

"Alright......" Luna yawns loudly.

She heads into the bathroom as Ashley and Dom close her door behind them. Lighting another joint, she rails three 30s as she gets ready for the shower. Forgetting to Snap Colson back due to her unexpected visitors.

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"Cool..." Colson thinks when he finally opens his door. His angry linen fit is gone from the floor. "Thanks Sam...." His brain grateful even if his actions are sometimes dickish.

Walking to the front of The Bus, everyone's lounging, burning and waiting for him. Plopping down next to AJ, he asks Rook to throw him a bag of chips. Colson nonchalantly munches on them as they all talk about tonight's show. Working on the setlist, he hates when he has to cut Bad Things as he finishes his snack.

"Dawg... Raise that shit to your face!!" Slim hollers at the picture on the bag.

Looking at it, Colson asks "What like this?" Lifting it up just under his nose.

The entire Bus erupts into laughter. It fits so perfectly. Colson tosses his phone to Slim.

"Here, take a picture.... We'll see if this is wedding acceptable." He laughs.

Tossing it back after he takes one, Slim laughs out a Definitely Not as Colson shoots Luna a Snap asking the same question. Colson shrugs with amusement... You never know with Loons.

"We ready to fuck this day up?" He asks as he begins to lead the rest of them off of The Bus.

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Throwing on jeans, with a band T and flannel, Luna has her hair up. Red bandana securing it. Only having one pair of contacts left, she chooses to wear her glasses. The sun being her eyeballs mortal enemy today.

In the front seat of an uber with Ashley and Dom, her phone goes off. It's another Snap from Colson.

What the SHIT!!" Luna can't contain her thoughts or laughter. "Look at this crazy Asshole!!" She laughs.

Screenshotting the Snap before passing it to the backseat. Both of them erupt into laughter also.

"Oi. E wears it so well!!" Dom laughs.

"No... No, he doesn't. He looks like a fucking pornstar." Luna laughs as she takes back her phone.

"Pornstache!!" Ashley laughs out loudly to Luna's hysterical agreement.

Catching the older driver's amused eyes, Luna shows him. Bursting out laughing, he agrees... Yes, I'm sorry but Your Boyfriend Looks Like a PornStar. Tickling Luna's funny bone to the core.

"FUCKING JOHNNY WADS!!!!" She shouts, turning in her seat to look at Ashley before she Snaps Colson back.

She's referring to one of the pioneering PornStars of the 70s. John Holmes. Huge cock. 15 inches... If not more. A wild and extremely violent true story. The two of them watching the movie dozens of times as teenagers. Amongst many others.

Even with with one's own solid influences, false advertisements are still intriguing. Filling their young, rebellious souls. Recommending the fucked up movie to anyone who loves drugs, violence, Val Kilmer and unhappy endings.

"Oooh.. Christ!!! You better hope not, Phoebe!!" Ashley laughs.

"Fuck you... I'd be a Smelly Cat BEFORE a fucking SHARON!!!" Luna flicks her off with a laugh and a grin.

Dom chiming in to sing Smelly Cat as they step out of their cab and head into the venue to rehearse for the Awards Show. The Girls singing along with him.

"Wait... What are we doing and why are we in Mexico again?" Luna asks, slightly confused.

"It's the MTV Latin Millennial Awards." Ashley answers as if Luna's supposed to just get it.

"Annnnnd....?" She leads.

"And I'm nominated and performing. They requested Without Me and Nightmare so you HAVE to be here." She teases Luna while draping her arms around her shoulders from behind.

"But we're not Latina....?" Luna's still confused.l

"Dude... I don't know. I just played the Brazil one a few weeks ago. Without Me is a nominee for Global Hit... Maybe that's why." Ashley shrugs. "We've got more important things to worry about. I want us do some choreography with four dancers."

"You fucking what?" Luna asks in bewilderment.

Ashley has her at an Award Show in Mexico and now she wants her to dance like some fucking pop star. She's gotta be out of her God Damn mind.

"Yeah!!! It'll be fun!! Come meet the girls." Ashley says with a grin as she pulls Luna along.

"Fuck my stupid fucking life...." Is all Luna can think.

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Colson is rehearsing with The Boys. Deciding to take a Burn&Board Break, they head out back. Reaching into his pocket, he finds a Snap from Luna.

Laughing at her smart ass response and missing her voice, he calls her. It rings straight through. Colson can't resist leaving her a voicemail.

🎶Off that fat ass//Imma do a line or two//Before we//Have our own private shoot//Where I//PornStar Fuck//The shit outta you//Be ready//When you come back//Boo//Cuz it's//Only Bad Things//That we do🎶

Laughing after he finishes, he shouts "LOVE YOU, KITTEN!! CALL ME!" before hanging up.

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Luna's BackStage as Ashley and Dom sit in the audience. She's trying not to freak out over the performance Ashley wants to pull off. Even with Patti making her take ballet and gymnastics, Luna is not a dancer. She's a musician, a songwriter, a photographer, a painter, a sculptor. An artist. You could even call her an activist, a feminist, a bitch and an outlaw. What you can not call her is a professional dancer.

"This is gonna be a fucking shit show...." She worries as she hears Ashley's name called. "OH FUCK!! SHE WON!!!" Luna's brain bursts. Any other thoughts disappearing with the excitement for her bestfriend.

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Catching up in the dressing room they're sharing, Luna congratulates Ashley with a tight hug. Popping into the bathroom while Ashley puts on her first outfit, Luna shoots Colson a Snap. Not paying attention to her voicemail as she comes out of the bathroom. She always has an unchecked voicemail.

"Change. We're on next." Ashley instructs her, pointing to the latex and chain garments sitting on a chair.

Wiggling into the tight pieces, Luna checks herself out in the stand up mirror. Her outfit consisting of a latex crop top, VERY small booty shorts with metal chains dangling securely around the hips, fishnets and a pair of Docs. Ashley has the exact same thing on under what looks like a 1980's prom dress.

"You know I'm keeping these right?" Luna asks as she slides her hand up her smooth ass.

"Yeah, I figured..." Ashley laughs as a tiara is placed on top of her head.

"See you out there, Miss 2019." Luna smiles, referring to the sash Ashley's wearing as she makes her way out the door.

Luna double checking herself before following behind. Thinking about Snapping Colson again, she decides to wait. He loves the feel of latex and she'd rather show him in person.

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Colson's phone goes off just as he's about to silence it. It's Luna.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous...." He thinks staring at her picture. Wanting to put his hands on every inch of the bare skin she's showing. More so on the parts she's not.

"Yo!!! You gotta go!!" Ashleigh hollers at him.

Walking quickly down the hall, Colson Snaps Luna back before heading OnStage. Grabbing his guitar, he shouts to the crowd WHAT UP EST FAM!!!! making the factory explode in excitement.

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Ashley presents Without Me almost as a performance piece. Standing alone OnStage in her pretty dress, sash and tiara initially until black, shadowy figures begin to push and pull at her. By the end of the song, they've ripped the gown off of her. Leaving her on the floor.

The lights go down as the opening chords to Nightmare come on. Ashley running to the MainStage to meet Luna. It's a long runway with a large circular stage at the bottom.

Luna and Ashley bounce in between the four similarly dressed dancers. Ashley kicking her leg out high as she begins.

🎼I!🎶

She shouts the opening chorus as the two of them run, bounce and jump down the straight away towards the camera. Of course it's being televised. Stopping MidStage, the dancers squat down. Surrounding them as Luna hits her mark.

🎶I'm out for blood//And it won't be sweet🎶

She sings, dragging her hands around her body as the dancers and Ashley tilt their heads back and forth to the beat. On que the six of them stalk to the center of the stage, Ashley and Luna in the middle. Back to back the dancers pull at them as Luna bellows.

🎶Society has us//Pinching our skin//With our own fingers//Wishing we could//Cut our parts off//With some scissors🎶

None of their performances together are the same but they do carry similar tones. Luna and Ashley still mocking each other about Giving Each Other A Smile. Instead of jumping wildly, they move in sync with the dancers to their sides. Fire exploding as they drop out and let the audience shout that WE DON'T OWE YOU A GOD DAMN THING!

The six of them sit down on the ground, sat behind the other like a human train. Leaning forwards and backwards as Ashley sings how she's No Sweet Dream But A HELL Of Night. Standing up and collectively circling around Luna and Ashley, the dancers move behind them as Luna comes in again.

🎶No, I won't smile//But I'll show you my teeth//And I might let you breathe//If you just let Us be//We've been polite//But we're done with this trend//Of men thinking//They can tell Us//What we can do in our beds🎶

Rolling their hips and hitting different moves together on certain lyrics, the choreography isn't nearly as awful as Luna had anticipated. Fire bursting around them as they squat and move easily with the dancers. The performance rolling smoothly.

"Thank you, Mexico City!! Thank you for having us. Thank you for the honor of my award..." Ashley shouts to the crowd as the song begins to come to it's end.

Luna comes up to Ashley, putting her arm around her. Looking at each other, Luna turns back to the room.

"Yes!! Thank you!! This woman here is AMAZING!! Can you do one thing for her? On this last verse can you go WILD!?!" Luna asks to their roars. "THEN, HERE WE GO!!!!"

Ashley and Luna sing together strong and fierce. Fire and lights exploding around them. Fuck the choreography, they're fully enjoying losing their minds OnStage together. To their credit, the dancers are completely professional and stay on point. Somehow managing to avoid crashing into the Maniacal Girls

🎶I!//KEEP A RECORD//OF THEIR WRECKAGE//AND THEIR LIES//WE'RE STARTEN' TO WEAPONIZE//OUR POWERFUL MINDS//THEY TALK SHIT//BUT//WE WON'T TAKE IT//THIS TIME//AND//THEY'LL FINALLY REALIZE🎶

Coming together again, arms linked around each other and the dancers waists, The Girls yell in unison with a wave.

"THAT WE'RE NO SWEET DREAM BUT WE'RE A HELL OF A NIGHT!!! THANK YOU AGAIN, MEXICO CIIIIITYYYY!!!"

The two bestfriends laughing and holding hands as they walk OffStage. Thanking and complimenting the dancers along their way.

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"THROW THOSE HORNS UP AND SIIINGIIING!" Colson shouts as he grips the mic, guitar hanging from his body.

🎶Woah, Woah//She said//You need to let me go//Woah, woah//She said I'd die for you//You're like my drug//But I can't get high off you//You're not mine anymore🎶

His Est Family erupting with him as they sing along word for word Let You Go with him. There is NOTHING like thousands of people singing your words along with you.

The Band runs through El Diablo and Rap Devil. Colson climbing onto the top of Rook's kit hitting a guitar solo during Alpha Omega. Bad Motherfucker follows with them finally ending on 27.

It's a great show. The Boys are raw and fearless. Colson jumping and climbing on everything he can find. Shouting THANK YOU, IDAHO! as they exit the stage.

Without Luna there Colson feels a bit lost. Heading straight BackStage, avoiding his dressing room. Grabbing a beer, he slams a shot with The Crew. Random Girls floating in around them. Falling all over themselves to get to Rook, Slim, AJ, Baze and Colson.

Sam is sitting on a couch between Colson and Baze talking about tonight's show, if anyone's heard from Luna and other random stuff. It's when two girls slither over, each perching themselves on the arm rest next to one of the boys. Touching them to get their attention.

Sam looks left. Then Sam looks right. Reaching in her back pocket, she pulls out her blade. Popping it, she looks back and forth between the two females again.

"I'd get the fuck up if you cunts like your tits." She states with a snarl.

The two quickly moving away as Colson laughs. Sam and Luna truly are two peas in a pod. Looking over he catches Baze kiss Sam's cheek. It makes him miss his LunaTic even more.

"Knock it off." He tells them. "If I'm not getting any, neither are you motherfuckers. Now, let's get FUCKED UP!!" Colson declares as he grabs a bottle of Jack.

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Luna's doing the same. Only in Mexico with Corona and Mezcal. Sitting at an After Party with Ashley, Dom, the boys from BTS and a few other artist, they bullshit and talk about the night. Everyone stopping to congratulate Ashley on her win and compliment both Girls on their performances.

"You won't eat the worm..." Ashley dares Luna as she swigs the bottle with the little guy floating inside.

"Nothing happens if you do...." Luna blows her off.

"Yes hunh.... You start trippen'. Isn't that right, Luis?" She asks as she turns to one of the other artist.

"For dayyys, Mami..." He drawls.

Rolling her eyes, Luna takes the last of the fifth to the head. The other's watching with wide eyes as the worm slides down her throat with it.

"We'll see... But I call bullshit." Luna states.

"Aye..." Luis nudges Ashley. "She's no gallina." He says impressed to her nod.

"Nah, mucho perra." Luna counters to his surprise.

"Aye...." He grins with his own nod, amused by the tiny white girl.

The music is loud as smoke and Mezcal continue to flow. Everyone is drunk. Ashley tries to follow with Dom as Luis teaches Luna to salsa. Politely declining his advances as his hand slips from the small of her back down to her ass.

"I'll be back...." She calls over her shoulder as she goes to check her phone.

There's a Snap from Colson hours ago.

Both sets of Luna's cheeks instantly flush when she reads his words. Missing him, she calls instantly.

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"Hi, Bunny...." Her voice is low and warm when he answers.

"Oooh, Kitten. I miss you." He sighs.

"Me too... I miss your face. And your eyeballs. And your hands on my body. The way they run threw my hair when I suck your cock..."

Colson's dick had perked up at the sound of her voice but her words have him full on hard now. Wanting to fuck her, touch her.... Shit, just seeing her right now would probably make him cum.

"Where are you?" He demands

"I don't know.... Somewhere in Mexico?" She answers.

"Find somewhere alone and FaceTime me right back." He tells her firmly.

"Okay." She simply says as she hangs up.

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Luna heads towards the stairwell. Popping in her air pods, she FaceTime's Colson right back.

Colson had made his way into a bathroom while they were off the phone. Answering, he can't help but break out into a smile.

"Hey, Gorgeous... You alone?" He asks after greeting her.

"Mhmm... Just me and your pussy." She coos. "She's lonely without you...."

"Show her to me." Colson taunts as he adjusts his phone on the bathroom sink and unbuckles his pants. Both of them are drunk and horny.

Luna props her phone against the wall across from her. Standing up, she slips off the black jean shorts she has on. Sitting on them, she drops her left leg on the step below and lifts her right to the one above. Spreading her legs for Colson. Only a screen and Luna's black panties separating them.

"I want you to touch her." He requests as he starts to pull on his hard cock.

Luna can see him playing with himself through the phone. Obliging him, she pulls the cotton to the side. Exposing her bare lips. Opening them for him to see her pink insides. Colson tugs harder on himself as Luna slips her fingers inside her sopping cunt. Letting out a low moan as she arches her back.

"That's right, Kitty... Play with my pussy. Rub that clit with your thumb the way I know you like." He directs her.

Following directions, Luna uses her free hand to yank the Japanese Star Wars shirt she has on up. Exposing her full breasts. With her fingers still inside of herself, she grips one tit. Playing with it's piercing between her thumb and index finger. The sight of his ring on her hand makes Colson rage even more.

"Does that feel good?" He pants as he watches her, feeling close to exploding.

"Unh hunh.... She moans with closed eyes as she bucks against her own hand. "Be better if my mouth had your cock in it." She lets out with another moan, she's close too.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you can't fucking walk by time I'm done with you." Colson threatens to Luna's delight as he grips the sink.

With Colson's deep voice wrapping around her brain and the memory of his touch hitting all her senses Luna cries out for him as they masturbate for each other.

"AHHHH FUCK! DO IT, LOONS!!" He shouts as his dick shoots his seed everywhere, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.

Luna's spread eagle as she finger fucks herself on the steps. Bucking wildly as her hands please her body. Cumming all over herself as Colson watches in pleasure.

Out of breath, Luna opens her eyes. "Fuck, C....." Is all she can get out as her knees fall together.

"Lemme see her one more time.... Bring her close." He instructs.

Opening her legs back up, Luna pulls her phone up to her box. She can hear Colson telling her pussy that She's A DIRTY Girl. Looking down when she hears him making kissing noises, all she can see is his lips. He's kissing his phone screen.

"Are you trying to kiss my fucking vagina?" Luna asks with a drunken laugh.

"Damn right I am." He grins.

"I fucking love you." She laughs again as she shakes her head.

"Not as much as I love you. Now put your fucking pants back on before I have to kill someone." He smirks.

Doing as she's told, Luna slips her shorts back on over her soaked panties. Staring at each other, both of their heads are dancing in ecstasy.

Luna and Colson sit on the phone for another 45mins just talking. About anything and everything as usual. Luna telling him about the choreographed performance. Colson chuckling, saying He'll Be Finding It On YouTube to Luna's Fuck. Agreeing to meet in Seattle tomorrow, they exchange sweet Love and I Miss Yous before hanging up.

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"Jesus fucking Christ, that girl can make me cum from ANYWHERE!" Colson thinks as he walks out of the bathroom contently.

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"Holy cock on a cracker...." Luna sighs to herself. "That fucking voice gets me every time...." She thinks as her heart throbs for her Lover.

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Still on the same continent, they both head back to their respected parties separately. Colson eventually moving his party to The Bus. Luna moving her's back to The Four Seasons.

He'll ride through the night while she'll fly out tomorrow. Bringing Dom and Ashley with her.

Even apart, they're still on each other's minds. Even with shows in different country codes, they still mange to fuck only each other.

Truly showcasing A Day In The Life of a LunaTic and Her Gunn.

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To be continued.....

[salvaation]

Can I suggest a scenario for when Titan Sans inevitably realizes Frisk is sapient? Say they're out in the wild and he's made the umpteenth comment about them being no more than a smart bug, humans can't possibly have souls, and Frisk reaches their breaking point and shouts "HOW WOULD /YOU/ KNOW?" and starts ranting at him, sick and tired of being afraid, calls him a hypocrite. Something in this reaction forces him to an "oh shit" moment and he teleport away to get a grip on himself. (1/2)

(2/2) As he teleports he leaves Frisk behind in his panic. Frisk took the shock on his face as anger and assumes he left them on purpose, and now they're out in the open and at risk of being found by other monsters. (that's all I have for now, whether or not the other monsters find Frisk is up to you)

Frisk hated her life.

She had a nice home, plenty of food, clean water, a warm bed. She had people that cared about her. But she was still stressed and terrified every single minute of every day.

Toriel was kind and sweet, she cared for Frisk happily, making sure the girl was clean and fed, doing her best to make the human feel welcome. Papyrus was cheerful and friendly, always willing to talk with her and solve puzzles, or tell stories when she was feeling down. He carried her around on his shoulder, snuggled up in the scarf he always wore, and tried his best to keep his brother from bothering her, even if he wasn’t successful all the time.

The girl shuddered as her thoughts turned to the third monster of the household.

Sans was… difficult. He didn’t seem to care about her aside from keeping her alive, and had all but said that he didn’t give a shit about how she felt. He was cold and uncaring, treated her like nothing more than a toy for his satisfaction. She hated how weak and helpless he made her, unable to do anything to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her. He never even called her by name; in fact, she doubted he even knew it.

When Toriel asked if Frisk would be alright going out with Sans - just for a brief outing, the motherly woman assured -, the girl froze. She was trembling, eyes wide and staring blankly upon hearing the words.

“Frisk, if you do not want to I will not make you, of course.” Toriel reassured, cradling the girl in her soft hands. “I will request that he not upset you, and if he does simply tell me, alright? You will not have to do this again if so, I simply… I am hoping he will make an attempt to get to know you.”

“I…” Frisk trailed off, thinking over the option for a few minutes. “If- if it’ll get him to- to stop, I’ll do it.”

Toriel smiled down at her, gently placing the girl on her shoulder.

“That is what I hope for, my child.”

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk clung to Toriel’s ear, trembling in anxious fear as she listened to the conversation. She was trying to hide from the skeleton, shrinking away whenever he glanced towards her.

“Sans, are you listening to what I am saying?”

“yeah, tori. take the squirt an’ go scout around.” He replied nonchalantly, waving a hand lazily in the air. “no prob, i can handle that.”

Toriel stared firmly at him, trapping his gaze with her own.

“If I hear you have done anything to upset Frisk, I will not be pleased.”

Frisk could see how the woman had been a strong queen years ago - that one sentence carried the weight of a royal decree, and even though the girl wasn’t being addressed she still felt compelled to obey.

“alright, alright, fine. no messin’ with th’pipsqueak, got it.” He groaned, dropping his skull back against the arm of the couch. “i ain’t gonna do nothin’, don’t worry.”

“You had better not, Sans. I will be disappointed with you if so.” Toriel said, raising a hand to her shoulder. Frisk hesitated for a moment, cautiously glancing between her open palm and the skeleton staring at her, before stepping down.

She tried to refrain from shuddering as she stepped onto Sans’s hand, the bone cool and smooth beneath her feet. His fingers curled up over her head, like the bars of a ghoulish cage, and then she was stuck with him. He paused for a moment, before lifting her to his shoulder, ignoring the little gasp she made when he moved.

“there, that good? not gonna bother the squirt or anything.” The skeleton grumbled, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his hoodie. Toriel sighed, once more giving Frisk a gentle smile before he disappeared.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans walked in silence for several minutes, grumbling to himself as he ignored the little human perched on his shoulder. She was quiet in return, fidgeting uncomfortably.

“hey tiny. you cold?”

His voice startled Frisk out of her thoughts, getting a wide-eyed stare in response. It took a moment to process what he’d said, confusion clear in her expression.

“i asked if you were cold. s’windy, and yer shakin’ like a whimsun.” He repeated, sounding exasperated with her lack of comprehension.

“Oh, n-no, I’m okay.” She replied, wrapping her arms around herself.

Frisk was rather cold, in fact, but she was unwilling to accept any ‘help’ he might offer - it always came with strings attached. She’d rather tough out the chilly air than deal with whatever he had in store.

“alright, pipsqueak.”

She flinched at the nickname, tears springing unbidden to her eyes.

Why does it bother me so much? It’s just a stupid name, nothing to cry over. The girl scolded herself, drying her eyes roughly with her sleeve.

A flash of color caught her eye, drawing her attention. It looked like an old blanket caught in some bushes - probably from a scouting mission years ago, but it would be nice to have.

“Hey, um. Can you please let me down for a second?” She asked timidly, her hands shaking even when she clasped them together to hide it.

“what for? ya gonna run off like an idiot? won’t get far, there’s tons’a monsters around here, squirt.”

Frisk clenched her jaw for a moment, trying not to lash out at his dismissive comment.

“I asked to be put down, please. I shouldn’t have to explain my reasons for everything, I can make my own decisions you know.” She replied in an even tone.

He looked at her for a moment before bursting out into laughter.

“oh stars, that’s hilarious - ‘i can make my own decisions’, no ya can’t tiny, yer nothing more than a bug.”

She’d been treated like this by him for months, dismissing her opinions and comments with a wave of his hand, ignoring anything she said to make decisions for her. He’d completely refused to listen to her polite requests, but this was the last straw.

Furious tears stung her eyes as she turned, feeling her magic spark in her chest.

“And how would you know?!” She shouted, bristling in anger. “You never bother to actually talk to me, you won’t even use my name - did you even know I had one? Doesn’t seem like it, you always call me those stupid little nicknames and I hate it!”

“hey, settle down-”

“No, don’t tell me to settle down! I am a person just like you, and Papyrus, and Toriel, and I demand to be treated like one!” She was on the ground. Frisk didn’t know when that happened, but she didn’t care. Her fear and anxiety had finally reached a boiling point, and it had boiled over into pure, unfettered rage.

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself, you greedy coward! I am not a toy for you to do whatever you want with, and I’m done being treated like one! If you’re going to bully someone around, then go find someone else, because I’m through!! You’re such a fucking hypocrite, justifying the way you treat me by what humans have done - do you want me to do the same?? I’m a fucking orphan, my parents were killed when the Barrier fell, but you don’t see me walking around blaming you for my own losses - my family, my friends, my brother. How would you feel if you lost everyone who cared about you in one single moment? I’ve been dealing with it for six years!”

She was crying now, vision blurred and distorted by the endless river of tears that streamed down her face.

“I just- I just want to be seen as a person, is that too much for you?” The girl sobbed, her anger dissipating as she abruptly fell to her knees.

Sans was absolutely silent, simply staring down at her. Immediately she regretted saying anything - he’d said flat out that he’d have no problems killing her, and she just screamed at him and insulted him.

“I- I’m sor-rry,” she whispered, shrinking into herself in fear. She heard him move, letting out a sigh, and she closed her eyes tightly, tense and fearful of what he was going to do.

But then he just vanished. She sat on the ground in shock for a few seconds, staring at the empty space where the skeleton had once stood, but she was completely alone.

“No! I’m sorry I didn’t mean it please don’t leave me here, I’m sorry I’ll be good I-I’ll listen and I won’t tell Toriel anything, just please don’t leave me here alone!”

No one was around to hear her pleas.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

He leaned heavily against the wall, running shaking hands over his skull as his mind replayed the words that had been screamed at him.

Hypocrite

Coward

Bully

“oh stars, i didn’t- i didn’t realize, or maybe i didn’t want to- i fucked up, didn’t i.” He whispers to himself, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, resting his elbows on his knees.

You were selfish, and didn’t want to consider anyone else’s problems, you wanted to be able to take your anger out on anyone you wanted. What’s a few tears from a human, they’re just animals. So what if it cries, and begs, mice do the same when the cat comes.

He felt sick as all the guilt he’d managed to avoid came crashing down in an instant.

“No, please, I don’t want to die I’m sorry! I just wanted to help people I never wanted to hurt anyone please I can’t die like this.”

“I won’t let you hurt them - they’re intelligent, they were showing concern for each other. It’s like nothing anyone’s ever heard of, don’t kill them!”

Stars, she’d risked her own life to protect them, and what did he do in return? Laugh at her fear and distress, ignore her pleas for mercy. He really was a hypocritical, cowardly bully.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk managed to free the blanket from the bushes, getting a few scrapes in the process. At least she wouldn’t freeze - but a blanket wouldn’t be much help if a monster found her.

Or a hungry predator.

Goosebumps rose on her neck as she turned, looking between trees into a gathering darkness. If she spent the night out in the open, she doubted she’d survive. Probably what he was hoping for, leaving her out in the wilderness all alone with no way to get back.

“Stupid idiot, why did I do that??” She berated herself, kicking a rock in irritation - shit, that hurt.

The girl started walking, looking for someplace where she could hide away for the night, but wasn’t having much luck. It was getting dark far faster than she’d expected, and as night set on so too did a bone-chilling cold.

The wind whistled eerily through the trees, sending shivers down her spine that had nothing to do with the rapidly dropping temperature. Finally she found somewhere to rest - an ancient tree with a hollow beneath its roots, far from comfortable but it was better than nothing.

The little human curled up in the hole, shivering even as she pulled the blanket tighter around her. Sleep would be difficult to find that night.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans sat in the dark of his room for hours, it seemed, before a knock sounded at the door.

“Brother, are you in there? Toriel is wondering where you and the human are, she is getting worried.”

Papyrus.

He couldn’t let Toriel know what he’d done. Leaving the human by herself in the wilderness hadn’t been what he’d wanted, but her explosive outburst overwhelmed and shocked him, and he acted without thinking.

“I just want to be treated like a person, is that too much to ask?” Her face was stained with tears, months of repressed fear and anguish coming to the surface as she sobbed on the ground. He didn’t know what to do, what to say - was there even anything he could say that would make this better?

As he watched, nightmarish beasts crept out of the shadows, drawing nearer and nearer to the girl. He tried to say something, tried to pull her out of danger, but he could do nothing but watch as they pounced, teeth and claws tearing her to shreds while she still pleaded.

“Why? Why? Why would you be so cruel? Why would you hurt me? Why did you leave me out here to die?”

The shadowy creatures began to melt into each other, coalescing into a huge form that slowly stood upright.

He was staring at a horrifying vision of himself, teeth and hands stained red with blood. The nightmarish creature smiled cruelly as him, before lifting a finger to its mouth in a shushing gesture.

He couldn’t look away, staring in horror as it opened one hand, revealing a broken body that shook with silent sobs. He stared transfixed as the nightmarish vision lifted her towards its face, bloody fangs parting to reveal an endless black void.

And then his position switched. He could taste hot metal - it made him sick, he wanted to vomit but he couldn’t. A terrified girl stared back at him, cornered between him and a wall.

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did wrong!” She cried, pressing herself back against the wall as if to disappear.

He couldn’t control his own actions, could only watch as he reached out, ignoring her shrill cries, ignoring the sobs of pain as he closed a fist around her and squeezed. She choked, tears dripping from her chin as he felt bones give under pressure. Even then, he couldn’t stop, could only stare in horror as her fragile body was crushed by his hands.

He jerked back with a strangled cry, hands covering his mouth in horror. It took a while to remember where he was, tears muddling his vision as he tried to breathe.

it was just a dream

Relief flooded through him, even as he sat on the floor trembling. It was horrifying, what his mind had conjured up, but he knew that it could have been so much worse - it was, he wasn’t the one trapped and helpless, unable to do anything but beg.

“stars, i never meant to hurt her- but i didn’t care what she said, if i liked it i assumed she must too.”

Then he remembered what had happened before. He’d left her out there, alone, with no way to find her way back. She could be hurt by now, or worse- the thought was cut off abruptly as he shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go down that road.

Again, he vanished from the room, reappearing where he had been hours before. But there was no sign of the girl.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk awoke in discomfort. Nearly every inch of her ached, sore and strained muscles crying out a chorus of pain whenever she moved. The oppressive darkness had begun to lift - it must be near dawn.

She slowly got to her feet, holding back whimpers of pain as more aches made themselves known. But she didn’t have time to worry about that, she had to figure out how to get back.

The human began a slow, stumbling course into the trees, knowing neither which direction she was headed nor what waited for her there.

It was a panther.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Sans had been searching for over an hour, and still had found no sign of the human. He was getting frantic as the images from his nightmare bubbled up in his mind, sending thoughts of finding a bloody, mangled body to the front of his consciousness.

At one point he thought he’d caught her scent, but it was gone moments later, leaving him unable to track her. It had been so long, he was starting to lose hope that he would find her at all.

“kid! c’mon, where are you? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to be such a jerk - and i was, you were right, i’m a jerk and a bully, but i’m sorry. please, come back.”

No response came.

He stopped, shoving his hands in his pockets and staring down at the ground. There was still absolutely no sign of the missing girl, and he didn’t know how long she could even last out here. What if someone else ran across her, and took her back as a pet? Or if a bear or something had decided she would be a good meal.

That morbid line of thinking was interrupted by a shrill, pained scream not far away.

The skeleton knew that voice, and plunged towards the source without hesitation.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk had managed to lose the panther, or at least she hoped she did. There was no way she would be able to run any longer.

She’d bolted blindly into the trees when she heard it scream, not looking where she was going until she had already plunged over a sharp drop. She hit the ground hard, hearing something snap as unimaginable pain shot through her leg. It was painful to even breathe, any movement at all sending more lances of red through her shin. It was definitely broken, and bleeding badly as well.

Tears streamed unheeded down her cheeks, mixing with blood from various scrapes and scratches she’d gotten during her desperate flight. When sweat dripped into the cuts it stung, but that small pain was a welcome distraction from the agony elsewhere. She’d managed to drag herself up against the rock face, tucked into a little alcove that at least gave her some meager protection, but she wasn’t optimistic about surviving another night. She rested her head against the cliff, allowing her eyes to droop as labored breaths filled her lungs.

Footsteps, but they were so big and loud. The ground shook with them, making her yelp in pain. That wasn’t nice, and she vaguely remembered something else not-nice that came with the footsteps.

“shit! hey, kid, can you hear me? c’mon, say somethin’.”

That voice was not-nice too, and she remembered when she finally managed to open her eyes. The skeleton that had tortured her for months loomed over her, casting a long shadow that blocked out all the light. She made a strangled sound, trying to crawl away despite her broken leg, which only made it worse as the fractured bone split her skin.

“No please don’t hurt me I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you mad I’ll be good I promise just please don’t hurt me anymore.” She sobbed, curled up as far away from him as she could get.

“hey, no no no, don’t cry please, i’m not gonna hurt ya, i’m sorry i was such a jerk but i’m not gonna hurt ya, okay?” He assured her, sitting down so as not to present such an intimidating figure.

Stars, he’d really messed up hadn’t he. She was so scared of him that she’d hurt herself trying to get away even with a broken leg. And she was bleeding so much.

“come here, i won’t hurt you. i’m not upset with you, i just want to help okay? is it okay if i touch you?”

Frisk stared up at him, looking for all the world like a hurt, caged animal. Wide, panicked eyes peered up through her wild hair, sticks and leaves caught in the tangled locks. Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, clothes tattered and stained.

And it was his fault. If he hadn’t been so cruel to her, she wouldn’t have been so afraid, wouldn’t have lashed out and made him panic. She wouldn’t have spent a night alone in the woods, and wouldn’t have been so badly injured if he’d just listened.

He sucked a breath in through his teeth, looking at her silently for a few moments before slowly reaching towards her, keeping his hand loose and trying not to seem threatening. The girl still whined, eyes widening impossibly as her gaze fixed on the approaching hand. She cowered back against the rock, trembling in terror but helpless to escape.

“hey, shhh,  i’m not going to hurt you, really. i just want to take a look at your leg, is that alright? i can help, really.” He murmured gently, stopping when she let out a frightened cry. It would take a lot of work, but he wanted to try and fix things between them.

Ever so slowly, he managed to slide his hand under her, doing his best not to disturb her broken leg as he did so, but she still made pained noises whenever he moved her. Once she was off the ground, he lifted her up, fingers curled protectively around her tiny form.

“stars, that looks bad… i dunno if i can fix it, kid, but i’ll do my best.”

Sans moved his free hand to touch the broken limb, but was interrupted by a frightened scream.

“No, don’t touch me! It hurts, don’t hurt me any more.” She cried, recoiling from his approach with fresh tears in her eyes.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you, doll. i just wanna get that leg fixed up, alright? m’sorry, i shouldn’t have treated you so bad but i just didn’t know.”

He’d really fucked up, hadn’t he. Frisk was hurt bad, and was too scared of him to let him help - and even if he tried, he doubted any attempt to heal her would have any effect, if she wasn’t willing. Magic was obnoxious that way. He couldn’t shortcut back to the house either, not with her hurt like this - passing through the void in such a bad condition was a bad idea, and Toriel would rip him a new one if he showed up with the kid bloody and broken.

“i won’t touch your leg, alright? is that okay?” It was harder to heal without touching the injury, but in her state there was no way she’d let him - in fact, he was surprised she hadn’t tried to jump off his hand yet.

The girl sniffled, staring wide-eyed in caution as he slowly moved his other hand towards her again. True to his word, he didn’t try to touch her leg, just cupped his hand over the limb. A look of concentration etched onto his face, the intensity making her whine slightly in fear.

It wasn’t completely healed, but at least her tibia wasn’t sticking through the skin anymore. The wound was left as an angry red welt, the skin thin and tender - it wouldn’t stand up to any rough treatment, but she wasn’t bleeding there anymore. And the bone hadn’t been mended all the way - it was still fractured, but it wasn’t a complete split anymore.

“there, see? that’s better, right - doesn’t hurt anymore.” Sans reassured her, cupping his phalanges around her as he stood. “jus’ rest for now, i’ll get ya home safe. no tricks or anythin’, really.”

Frisk didn’t trust him, but she was exhausted. She tried to stay awake, but the adrenaline crash from her terrified flight, the restless night before that, and countless stressful days prior took their toll. She was out like a light.

While he walked, Sans tried to come up with some excuse that the ex-queen would accept for the long absence and the girl’s injuries.

the kid wanted to take a look at somethin’, and we got separated. i looked all night, but by the time i found her she’d been hurt real bad by somethin’.

No, there was nothing he could say that Tori would believe. She was more cunning than her matronly attitude would suggest - she’d have to be, to have ruled monsters for so long. It would be best to tell the truth - albeit a heavily modified version.

He’d gotten in an argument with the kid, and she’d stormed off in a huff. He let her alone for a while to calm down, but when he went to get her he couldn’t find her, and ended up looking all night. He found her all bashed up that morning, and came right back to get her fixed up.

Yeah, that would work. Hopefully.

*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

Frisk slowly became aware of her surroundings, first noticing a comforting softness that cradled her gently, the surface so comfortable that she would have gladly returned to sleep.

But she wasn’t tired, and after a few minutes of laying still she was bored. A quiet groan escaped her as she shifted slightly, hearing her joints pop as she stretched before sitting up and finally, slowly blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

The girl barely managed to contain a terrified shriek at what she saw. She was on the table in the front room, sitting in the box of fabric that served as her bed - it normally sat on Toriel’s bedside table, but clearly had been moved. Mere feet from where she’d been sleeping was the face of her nightmares. Sans was leaning heavily on the table, arms folded and skull resting on them as he snored.

Silently, she tried to creep further from the cruel skeleton, but when she tried to stand lances of pain shot through her, causing her to collapse with a hurt cry. Terror flooded through her as the sound broke the silence, eyes wide as she stared at the monster before her, breathless.

He shifted slightly, opening his sockets to reveal fuzzy lights floating in the black, which centered on her fallen form after a brief moment.

“hey, you doin’ better now?” He murmured, reaching one hand towards her.

Frisk tried to scream, but her voice cracked painfully, only managing a strained gasping sound as she tried to retreat from his reach.

To her utter bafflement he stopped, fingers curling slightly into a loose fist before withdrawing. The girl stared, trembling as she lay sprawled on the surface of the table.

“i… yeah, that’s- sorry.” The skeleton seemed at a loss for words, shifting his gaze away uncomfortably as he rubbed the back of his skull, now leaning back into his chair. “prob’ly shoulda expected that, really - s’not yer fault, a’course.”

Nothing he was saying made any sense. Actually, nothing about this situation made any sense to her. She’d been asleep here, clearly for a while judging by the crust in the corners of her eyes, and he’d been there too - why hadn’t she woken up in his stomach, like countless other times? And why had he stopped when she cried out - he had the audacity to even look concerned about her.

“Wh-” She started, breaking off with a quiet cough. “Why…?”

He glanced at her briefly when she spoke, but looked away again when she stiffened and gasped slightly.

“i… ya prob’ly got a lotta questions, don’t ya. but lemme say somethin’ first, okay?” He sighs, running a hand down his face before looking back at her, sitting quietly for a brief moment as he tries to find the right words - if there even were any. What do you say to a kid that you’ve emotionally traumatized for months without realizing that’s what you were doing?

“m’sorry, i was a huge dumb jackass t’ya, an’ ya didn’t deserve that. shouldn’t’a treated ya so bad, an’ i understand if ya don’t wanna see me ever again, really, but i just - i fucked up, i fucked up real bad an’ i wanna try to do better now. ya don’t gotta agree, but i just… i wanna second chance ta try an’ start over. i didn’t realize how scared ya were -  or maybe i did but i just didn’t care, i don’t know, an’ i know there ain’t any reason for ya to forgive me, frisk, but i just. i didn’t think about how ya felt, an’ i’m really truly sorry for that. f’ya don’t want me around jus’ say so, an’ i’ll leave ya alone, i promise. i’ll get outta yer hair and stay away, so ya don’t gotta worry or be scared anymore.”

Frisk stared silently at him as he spoke, every word just adding to her complete and utter bewilderment at the situation she'd found herself in. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing - he was seriously going to apologize, try to make everything okay after the months of terror she’d gone through because of him. It wasn’t enough to scare her so much she couldn’t sleep, he had to mock her now too?

“Why should I believe anything you say to me? You’ve never cared before, why would that change now?” The girl didn’t intend to voice her thoughts, tone scathing and furious as she spoke. But by the time she realized, it was too late to take it back. “I-”

“no, yer right.” The skeleton interrupted, raising a hand placatingly. “i was a piece’a shit t’ya, an’ there’s no reason fer ya t’believe anything i’m sayin’. an’ i don’t blame you, frisk, really. i wanna try to be better, cause i realized i was wrong, an’ it made me feel sick - i’m disgusted by what i did t’ya, kid, an’ i’m honestly sorry, but you don’t hafta forgive me.”

“I… I’m gonna need some time.” She replied shortly, hands pressed together tightly in her lap. There were a lot of things she would have to think about, after what he’d said. It was insane to expect a decision right after that bombshell, and she was still having trouble accepting that it was actually happening. “I’m just… I’d like to be alone for a bit.”

“alright.” Without further comment he stood and left, leaving her even more disoriented in the sea of confusion she was floating in.

Frisk probably wouldn’t ever trust him completely - certainly she could never trust him as much as Toriel or Papyrus -, but if he was actually willing to change, she would let him try. No matter what, mercy was always an option.

[trinisgayforkimberly]

can you write a trimberly fic where they're already dating and during an argument one of them says something hurtful, but doesn't realize it cause of how mad she is and the other just gets kind of quiet because she's actually really hurt? super angsty with a happy ending?

Thanks for the prompt!

Kimberly is well aware that her walking personification of an angry cat girlfriend is actually the softest softy to ever soft, and while the other girl mostly keeps to herself, there are various moments when she just drives Kimberly up the wall. She hates when the other woman leaves her dirty clothes all over the bathroom floor, hates when she doesn’t pick up after herself and she ends up tripping over gadgets the Latina steals from Billy’s lab without his knowing, hates that she’s always leaving empty water bottles on the kitchen counter or on the coffee table, and she hates when Trini blasts music while she paints in their apartment on the nights before Kimberly has a big exam. It makes her groan in frustration as she glares down at her notes, reading the same line at least three times before understanding the first half of the sentence.

She can only take so much before a headaches starts, her mind feels like waves are crashing violently against her skull as she goes to read the next part of her notes. She groans again, glaring at the thin, white, wooden door for being so flimsy. And when the same song repeats for a third time, she just seems to snap, standing as she reaches for the door knob, pulling hard enough to take the door off it’s hinges - great.

“Will you please lower your music?” Kimberly seethes, her teeth clench as she watches Trini stops in shock, mouth closing as she stops singing along, paint brush mid air as wide green eyes look back at her. “I have this huge test tomorrow and if I fail, it’ll drop me to failing, so turn the stupid music off and paint in silence for once. You always do this.”

“Kim,” Trini starts, putting down the paint brush, music still blasting through her speakers, but Kimberly doesn’t give her a chance to respond as she continues on her angry rant.

“You always pick to the nights before big tests. Honestly,“ Kimberly lets out a mirthless chuckle as she shakes her head, “if I didn’t know better, I would say you’re doing this on purpose, Ever since I told you I might have to transfer schools to get the necessary credits, you’ve been acting like a real bitch.”

Kimberly turns and storms back into her room, her cheeks flushed as her heart beats madly in her chest, landing on her chair with a loud huff. She brushes her hair back behind her ear as she lets her elbows rest on the edge of the table, flipping her notes back and forth for a few good seconds. It doesn’t take long before she hears the music turn down to a reasonable level and she feels her shoulders sag, a small frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She doesn’t let herself concentrate on anything other than the papers in front of her, so much so that she misses the front door opening and closing.

—

It’s almost two in the morning when Kimberly realizes that Trini wasn’t in bed sleeping or in the living room painting. She had decided to get some rest and continue studying in the morning, dropping her pencil on the pile of papers on her table with good riddence, running her fingers through her hair before rubbing at her eyes. She stood and stretched, her back cracking every so often as she moved from side to side. She sighs and looks towards the bed, furrowing her brows when she noticed their bed was empty. She moves towards the door to look into the living room, only spotting a half painted canvas and almost dried up paint left sitting on the chair Trini is usually in. She frowns as her heart picks up speed, worry coiling in her stomach as her brown eyes trace the empty living room.

“Trini?” She calls out, the creases on her forehead deepening as she steps out further into the living room, the rest of the apartment empty. Where was she? She thinks back to see if Trini had told her anything about going out, but all she remembers was being frustrated and-

“Shit.” Kimberly whispers into the empty apartment before she jogs to her room and picks up her cell phone, unplugging it from her charger as she dials her girlfriend’s number. “Come on, come on, pick up.”

The call goes to voicemail and she curses underneath her breath because of course she was an idiot. She feels nauseous as guilt sinks deep into her stomach as each call goes unanswered.

After five calls she figures it’s a lost cause, so she settles for sending her a text, hoping the yellow ranger would at least tell her she was alright, not that she worried too much, the other woman was at least two times stronger than she was and that was saying something.

Babe, I’m sorry. Please call me back.

At least to tell me that you’re okay.

She sends the texts and waits for a response, her frown deepening as nothing comes through.

Will you please come home so we can talk about this? Or tell me if you’re okay?

She gives up on texting after five more messages go unanswered, each a variation of asking Trini to come back or to at least tell her if she was alright. She’s half tempted to ask Jason and Billy if Trini was crashing at their place, but she didn’t have the heart to wake them up, at least not yet. She tries Zack, though; knowing him, he’s probably up playing video games.

“Yea?” He answers after the third wring.

“Trini there?” She asks, choosing to get right to the point, guilt still making her feel like her heart was being squeezed in her chest.

“Uh, no, she left about twenty minutes ago.” Zack says distractedly, and Kimberly is sure he is in fact playing a video game. “She seemed upset though.” There’s silence over the phone before he continues, “what did you do?”

Kimberly wants to scoff because most of the time Trini gets mad at other people that aren’t her, but she’s really fucked up this time. “I called her a bitch and might have insinuated she was trying to purposefully sabotage me.”

“You what?” Zack asks incredulously as Kimberly hears him pause his game.She winces because it sounds worse when you say it out loud.

“I know, I’m an idiot.” She sighs into the phone, taking a seat at the kitchen counter, letting her head fall against her arm as she held the phone to her ear with her other hand. “She had her music playing really high again, and - ugh. What kind of girlfriend am I? I called her a bitch for playing music? Really? Even I wouldn’t date me.”

“That’s messed up, bro, but just apologize and never do it again.” Zack says and Kimberly can picture him shrugging his shoulders before un-pausing his game. “You made a mistake - Trini knows that. Now you just gotta make it better. And do it well, yea? Cause I got a bet going where I said you two would get married and I don’t wanna be wrong.”

Kimberly rolls her eyes, and she was tempted to laugh, but the guilt was still eating her up inside, so she settled for a small grimace. “Captain, huh?”

“Damn right,” Zack says into the phone. Kimberly smiles now because she can’t help but smile whenever it comes to Zack and his weird fascination with their relationship.

The sound of keys jingling out side her door makes her sit up, and when she sees the door knob turning, she barely says goodbye before hanging up the phone, standing as she tucks the bar stool back underneath the counter, running her fingers through her hair, almost as if to make sure she was presentable.

Wide brown eyes looked at the white wooden door until the door opens, guilt and apprehension swirling in her stomach as her heart beats harshly against her ribs. She takes a deep shaky breath as her brown locked onto green, a small apologetic smile blooming on her face before her lips twisted in a frown when Trini didn’t return it.

The air is tense and Kimberly doesn’t know what to say. What if she says the wrong thing? What if this is it? She swallows the bile in the back of her throat, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her hands clammy as she rings them together. She should have thought over what to say instead of calling Zack because the woman in front of her makes her nervous.

“Trini,” she says, and it doesn’t come out like she intended it too because it sounds weak to her own ears. Brown eyes watch as the shorter woman storms around her and opens the fridge, taking out a water bottle.

“Can we not talk about this tonight?” It’s the first thing that Trini says in what Kimberly thinks is all night, and it makes her feel worse. “I’m exhausted and we both have class tomorrow. I wouldn’t want you to fail.”

It’s a stab to the gut, but she shakes her head and steps closer. She deserved it anyway.  “I wanna talk now,” Kimberly says, choosing to ignore the fact that Trini takes a step back, “and it’s already late.”

“More of a reason to go to bed.” Trini responds quickly. Kimberly thinks she scoffs underneath her breath, but she’s not certain.

“I’m sorry,” Kimberly says, purposefully making sure her voice is firm with sincerity. She swallows as she watches Trini stop for a second, the other woman pulling at the collar of her yellow jacket - a tell that the other woman was frustrated. “I should have never said that.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Trini says with another shake of her head letting her empty hand fall to her side as she rests the water bottle on the counter. Kimberly can see the sadness that resides just underneath stormy green eyes, and it makes her stomach drop. She takes a step closer, her need to comfort the other woman overwhelming.

“It does matter, babe, because I hurt you.” Kimberly confesses, guilt lacing every word as she tries to keep green eyes locked on hers. “I was so frustrated and mad that I didn’t realize what I had said.  That was disrespectful and wrong, and I’m so sorry.”

“You know what?” Trini snaps, turning her head to look at her head on, “I can’t believe you would think I would want you to fail. At anything.” Trini seethes, lips curling as hurt green eyes look into guilty brown. “I love you and I want everything good for you. Do you really think I was doing that on purpose? You’ve never said anything about it before, Kimberly! How was I supposed to know if it was bothering you if you’ve never complained before?”

“I should have told you,” Kimberly concedes, shaking her head as she takes another shaky breath, taking a couple steps closer until she was a couple feet away from the other woman, her hand reaching out to grab the other woman’s hand, but Trini brushes her off, moving into the living room.

Kimberly hated fighting with Trini because the other woman could be stubborn when she wanted to be, and while Kimberly could deal with that, Trini wasn’t one for physical comfort when she was angry - especially with her. Kimberly sighs, but follows her into the living room, keeping her distance.

“Baby, will you please sit down?” Kimberly asks, shaking her head when the response was a huff. Kimberly rolls her eyes, and instead of sitting down like she wanted to, she walks closer to the Latina. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you a bitch. You’re the furthest thing from that. You’re the kindest and most selfless person I know. And I over reacted with the music, okay? I should have told you it was bothering me. Can we please stop being angry?”

The air is still heavy with tension as Trini stares at the wall and Kimberly stares at Trini’s back. Kimberly rolls her eyes again because this is how she knew Trini was calming down; every time she would give her her back, it meant that she was still trying to hold onto her anger. Kimberly waits until she sees the other woman’s shoulder sag before stepping behind her, wrapping her arms around the Latina’s waist and resting her chin on the shorter woman’s shoulder, their curves fitting perfectly against each other.

“I didn’t mean to say all of that.” Kimberly whispers into the other wise quiet apartment, kissing just behind her ear, smiling when she felt the other woman shiver.

Trini stays quiet for a few seconds. “I don’t want you to transfer schools.”

It’s a confession Kimberly knew was coming. “I know.”

“But I would never want you to fail because of me.” Trini says, looking sideways as Kimberly smiled into her neck, her nose nuzzling into brown hair. “If you happen to fail because you suck at History, then that’s a whole other topic.”

Kimberly laughs into Trini’s neck, peppering her neck with open mouthed kisses as she feels the other woman pulling away. She’s about to complain, when Trini turns around in her arms, wrapping her arms around Kimberly’s neck. Kimberly lets her hands travel down Trini’s sides before tucking them underneath the other woman’s jacket and shirt, her thumbs rubbing the smooth skin of her back, her hands laying over the Latina’s ass.

“Make up sex?” Trini asks a few seconds later with a knowing smile. Kimberly curses under her breath and instead of responding, she’s busy kissing her girlfriend and guiding them towards their bedroom. They fall when her feet tangle with one of Trini’s painting smocks, both landing on the floor with a loud groan.

“Seriously!?”