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dallasevans-gardner · 2 days

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Self Para: A Quiet Night, 4-26-24

Dally's day was, more or less, a normal work day. He'd woken up when he heard Robin moving around in the early hours and rather than go back to sleep he'd chosen to get up and hop in the shower before he started getting ready for work. He'd gotten dressed for the day and then made the bed and cleaned things up in the bedroom, before going out to the kitchen before making himself a cup of coffee and some light breakfast. When he got to work, he spoke with his manager and offered to stay late if they needed an extra pair of hands. It didn't surprise Dallas when he took the submissive up on it, but did bring up if it would be a problem with his Dom. It was only when Dallas reassured him that it wouldn't be an issue and Dallas had already mentioned it to him that he allowed the matter to drop.

It was only as Dallas reached ten hours that his boss actually told him to go home because it was starting to get late, and he had no desire to risk the wrath of Robin for overworking the submissive-- even if Dallas had volunteered the hours and not actually given a time to leave. It was a fair concern and one that Dally didn't blame him for worrying about. Dally was well aware that if he willingly overworked himself too much that Robin would not approve either. He was potentially pushing it working a ten hour day, but that he could justify as a one-time thing and he hadn't needed to rush home to make dinner for the two of them.

He'd finished up the job he was doing, cleaned up, and then clocked out, saying goodnight and that he'd see them on Sunday, since he had Saturday off and that had been another reason he'd agreed to work late Friday. He went home and let himself inside, locking the door behind him as he registered just how quiet it was inside. He took his shoes off by the door and made short work of running through the shower again even though he'd showered that morning. He needed to shower after work because he normally came home with oil, grease, and dirt from work.

Once he'd showered, he wandered into the kitchen to make himself something for dinner. He knew it'd be easy to just skip dinner entirely, but he also knew that wasn't actually an option unless he wasn't feeling well and even then soup was normally light enough for him to manage. He settled on a sandwich, tossing some sliced veggies with it and even poured himself a glass of milk so it seemed like a well-rounded meal even if it were a simple meal.

When he finished eating his dinner, Dallas made short work of cleaning the dishes from dinner and cleaning up the kitchen a little bit. He'd take care of the thorough cleaning tomorrow on his day off, like he normally did when he actually had the time to do it. He could actually start the laundry tonight though and decided that he'd do just that as he went into the bedroom and grabbed the basket. He did a quick scan around the room and in the bathroom to make sure there was nothing that got left behind and then headed into the laundry room to start the laundry. It'd take two loads to wash, but he had all night to get it done, and after starting the first load and leaving the basket on the ground, Dallas returned to to the living room where he settled on the couch and turned on the television for something to watch and even distract himself from how seemingly quiet the house felt.

Between mindless television and laundry, which he did end up bringing into the living room once it was done so he could dump it onto the couch beside him to fold, the evening seemed to be going well enough, and he was fine just like he'd promised he would be. He was managing, and that was the important thing.

He then carried the basket into the bedroom and made short of putting their laundry away. Once he was done, he glanced at the time and saw it was getting late, just after midnight now between getting home, showering, dinner, and then laundry.

He figured sleep was probably a good idea as he walked through the house again to double-check everything was picked up. He also double-checked that the door was locked and then turned the television off and headed back to the bedroom, and climbed into bed on his side. Dally had made the joke about taking over the entire bed since it was his bed while Robin was gone, but after a few minutes, he'd shifted over so he was laying on Robin's side of the bed, and while it wasn't the same the subtle and familiar scent of his Dominant was comforting as the exhaustion from his long day finally seemed to catch up with him and he fell asleep curled up against Robin's pillow.

#para: all #para: a quiet night #para: self

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highpony-betty · 1 year

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[Backdated a year ago. Here for my own reference]

F2F: The Unknown In The Known

Betty: Morning, Manny.

Manny: This one’s all you, Cooper.

Betty: And yet I don’t like the sound of that

Manny: Solerno is back.

Betty: Call him by his moniker

Manny: It’s hard to be scared of Mr Nice Guy

Betty: Exactly. Bad guys don’t deserve cool nicknames.

Manny: Whatever you call him, he has returned and is overachieving

Betty: He’s in jail.

Manny: His apprentice, then.

Betty: Or the real guy is still out there and Solerno is the fall guy. Two this time?

Manny: Yes

Betty: I wrote my prediction of that in a report a week ago. I told them he’d go after a pair next, and to put their protection towards potential victims who came with a partner. A sibling, boyfriends, teammates. *sighs* Who’d he get this time?

Manny: Kaylee and Ri-

Betty: The Pact sisters. Why do we do reports if they won’t do what we say?

Manny: I’ve told you before that you’re a field agent. If you want someone to listen, become an analyst.

Betty: I do both, I’m two hires for the price of one. Okay *points a remote at the screen* Kaylee was 19 and had custody of her 16 year old sister, Riley. They were on the list of suspects because of vicinity and social media profile types.

Manny: And your gut

Betty: Yes, but that’s tacky.

Manny: Wanna guess who Riley had as a science teacher?

Betty: Mr. Liam Syng?

Manny: That’s the one.

Betty: I didn’t pick up anything in his interview

Manny: Best not to bring him in again. He’s too hot right now.

Betty: Well what if he got a new student?

Manny: You want to go undercover as a high schooler?

Betty: Not me, you idiot. We’ve gotta have some informant or intern or whatever who can do what I did before I was an agent.

Manny: Aniyah. She’s on assignment. If not you, we’re stuck with Chris.

Betty: His immaturity would help sell it but he won’t be able to help standing out. What about Jenna?

Manny: She’s pretty green.

Betty: We could talk her through it.

Manny: Or focus on a different piece of the puzzle. Riley and the last victim Hanah went to the same school- it’s not a surprise that they had the same teacher.

Betty: Got any other leads?

Manny: Possibly. Hear me out.

Betty: *raises brows*

Manny: I got cell phone records. Hanah and Kaylee’s cell phones were both at a bar on Jacob Street. Different months.

Betty: So they had fake IDs.

Manny: Not that I can find. What I did figure out is that Kaylee went on a Tuesday night and Hanah went on a Thursday night. Karaoke nights. The bar is open to anyone 16 and up.

Betty: So this guy is trolling karaoke night?

Manny: Could be another thing that’s just a likely story because they live in the same area.

Betty: Their social media showed they both liked performing. What about the girl before Hanah? The one done by the local cops..Natalie? And before her was Julia?

Manny: We don’t have clearance to investigate-

Betty: It’s our case now.

Manny: Our case was Solerno. He’s in jail.

Betty: Oh who cares?

Manny: Im paid to care.

Betty: Im not. *sits at a computer* Your code isn’t working.

Manny: Why do you know-

Betty: What’s the code this thing is looking for?

Manny: Do you want to get fired?

Betty: I wouldn’t get fired. *rolls eyes* I’ll do it myself then.

Manny: You can’t build a profile from scratch off of nothing.

Betty: Take this as a sign that you totally need a young partner like me. I don’t have to build a profile off of nothing. She’s a teenager, she has profiles online for anyone to see.

Manny: How will you know their last names?

Betty: *typing* I remember things. Julia Haley and Natalie Kirsten. They both had last names that are typically first names, just like Hanah Jordan. It’s probably why the Pact sisters weren’t seen as a valid next target. He strayed from his pattern.

Manny: Unless it wasn’t a pattern.

Betty: Julia auditioned for a singing competition. *plays video* She’s good, too. Natalie played violin and was starting the guitar. Does the bar the other two were at have open mic nights?

Manny: Hang on. *types* Yes, every other Wednesday. But Natalie and Julia didn’t go to the high school that the other three went to.

Betty: The only things they all have in common is sex, age range, slim body type, and that they’re musically inclined. It’s not enough to predict the next target.

Manny: You predicted the Pacts.

Betty: My list had 31 people on it.

Manny: Then do that again.

Betty: He’s changed his style. Security footage?

Manny: Taken out with a laser pointer. Same as Natalie, Julia, and Hanah.

Betty: Calling card?

Manny: Bows around their necks. The first two had one kind, the third had something else, and these last two had something else.

Betty: Physical evidence?

Manny: Partial print on Kaylee’s clothing.

Betty: It’s on purpose. Next he’ll leave something. Something of more substance.

Manny: But still not completely useful. Like a hair without a rootball.

Betty: Can we find out if the first two went to that bar?

Manny: They went to a different bar, but it’s the same concept.

Betty: Distance from Julia and Natalie’s school to Hanah and Riley’s school?

Manny: *clicking keys* 7.7 miles.

Betty: I think the key lies with Hanah. The first two were the same, the last two were the same. Hanah was a transition. His next move is either to continue with what he did with the Pacts since its what the transition led to, or he’ll transition again. What evidence is there that this is the real guy? It could be a copy cat. Is it just the ribbon and random adoration for thin musical babes?

Manny: The original Mr. Nice Guy that you bested is in jail. But I was never fully convinced he was the real culprit. Involved, sure. He led the first two to their deaths. But the killings continued, with the same specs. He wants us to know we got it wrong.

Betty: I still think this guy is not unlike the guy in jail. Jail guy was the real guy’s mask. Not exactly projected out there, but just hidden enough to make us feel like he was the real thing. But the one thing this guy has is a need for attention. If he has nothing to do with the fall guy, he doesn’t get attention.

Manny: Possibly. I propose we change his name though. Ribbon Bro, maybe.

Betty: Hmm..moniker accepted.

Brian: Catch me up.

Manny: Mr Nice Guy is the dude in jail. The real killer is now Ribbon Bro.

Brian: Good to know.

Manny: Cooper’s going undercover.

Betty: No Im not.

Manny: Not at the high school. At a karaoke bar. Specifically, one that is within a few miles of the one Hanah and Kaylee went to. He’ll either repeat the 7.7, double it, or cut it in half. Im going with the latter.

Betty: So you’d like me to make a night of singing a song and getting hunted?

Manny: Sounds on par for your work. He’ll stake you out first anyway.

Betty: There’s no evidence of that.

Manny: The girls didn’t have serious physical harm, nor were they drugged. They willingly approached him.

Betty: That just means he wasn’t outwardly a douche.

Manny: He’s calculated. He won’t just attack.

Brian: That may be true back when he had an accomplice. Now his best chance at success is to strike outright.

Betty: Did the Pacts die in an alley like the others?

Manny: Found in an alley but killed elsewhere.

Betty: And the methods are all different right?

Manny: Julia’s head was smashed against a brick wall, Natalie was strangled, Hanah was stabbed, the Pacts were shot.

Betty: So the Pacts were a single accomplishment.

Manny: What method is next?

Brian: Electrocution, poison. Possibly a whipping.

Manny: Drowning is possible too.

Betty: Then you go undercover.

Manny: It’s not my turn.

Betty: I went under last.

Manny: For like ten minutes.

Betty: I meant the trafficking one.

Manny: Okay; thirty minutes.

Betty: This would be a song and maybe a conversation.

Manny: Im not a girl.

Betty: Im not thin.

Manny: Thin enough.

Brian: Cooper has tits.

Manny: But she’s still thin. Some kind of fancy bra is the answer, Im sure.

Betty: We don’t know how the actual hunting goes down. He could find them at the bar then check them out online then intercept them. Or he could have lured them somewhere in their typical routes so that it looks like he intercepted them. He could have talked to them, bought them a drink, or maybe he kept his distance. There’s no information to rely on, we have no leg up. Those aren’t good undercover circumstances. So. Im thinking I’ll pass on the death sentence, thanks.

Manny: If we don’t feed him a victim, he’ll pick one himself. We can’t protect someone if we don’t know they’re the target.

Betty: Then we need more information before we go in.

Manny: You were mad that no one acted on your hunch.

Betty: Right; that was when I had a hunch. If he’s continuing his current deal, we have no idea what he’ll be doing. And if he does another transition, we’ll be even more blind.

Brian: You figured out his transition last time. He went from one victim to two. If he doesn’t continue-

Betty: Exactly. Two victims in this one move. So the last two victims in his spree were the same, but they only counted as one. He’ll do two at least one more time.

Brian: Sibling again?

Betty: No idea. Some kind of duo, but I don’t know what relation they’ll have.

Brian: Pact is a weird last name.

Betty: Looking at last name patterns, his first three had the pattern in common: last names that are first names. Assuming he does three again, one of the next duo of victims will have something in common with Pact. And the other one won’t.

Brian: But he moved from one vic to two. He could go from a group of three last names to a group of four.

Betty: True. *sighs* Unhelpful.

Brian: Pact is a word. The next could have a last name that’s a noun. Look up last names- something like alliance or promise or oath.

Manny: Elias Promise.

Betty: A guy?

Manny: Yeah, but he has a niece. Not the right age though.

Brian: What’s the age?

Manny: Emma Promise, age twelve. She goes to private school. Plays softball.

Brian: Any other female family?

Manny: Unmarried, only sibling is a brother- Emma’s father.

Brian: Find synonyms then.

Betty: Swear, agree, deal.

Manny: Brianna Dealy, age 19.

Betty: Part of a duo?

Manny: Scrolling.

Betty: I’ll check Insta.

Manny: She plays piano. Ballroom dancing.

Betty: Cheerleader. A flier- her base is a girl. Search Karina Montes.

Manny: Also age 19. She auditioned for the school musical and got a callback. Huntington School of the Arts.

Betty: Is she a soprano or alto?

Manny: No idea.

Betty: Find a clip of her singing. A picture of sheet music; anything.

Manny: Midrange notes.

Betty: Mezzo. Probably the alto lead. What show are they doing?

Manny: It doesnt say

Betty: Find out who the director is, see if its on their social. The soprano lead would make them a duo.

Manny: But she’s not the one with the right last name.

Betty: Right, right. Okay. Are there any more Dealy’s out there who fit?

Manny: Not local. We got the case when it crossed state lines, but it’s still been within a small radius.

Brian: Manny, get me the PD who the case originated with. See what he has to say. And ask if there’s a girl on the team to talk to.

Betty: I’m going down to the cave. See if they’re playing around with this one like we are.

Brian: There’s no code.

Betty: Not an alpha-numeric one, anyway.

Manny: So what? He’s communicating through colored ribbons?

Betty: Hell if I know. This is buzzing around in my head, I have to do something.

Brian: Im surprised you’re not going to convince-

Betty: Frazier won’t listen to me. He won’t alert Brianna. You’ll be doing the convincing.

Manny: Brianna has a brother.

Betty: Then I’m going to talk to him.

Brian: Take someone with you.

Manny: Not Joshua

Betty: Well Im not taking Chris

Manny: The brother is 13. Chris is basically his equal.

Betty: Then you go with him.

Manny: I do computers, not people

Brian: I always suspected you do computers.

Manny: So not the time.

Betty: At least he’s getting some.

Manny: Thanks, partner.

Betty: *two finger salute as she leaves*

#paras #para: self #self para #about betty #past #fbi

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proship-angelbunny · 30 days

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Since I just saw a post about this I figured I’d remind everyone

THERES NO SUCH THING AS A INHERENTLY HARMFUL PARAPHILIA!! Yes even those ones. There only harmful ways of expressing these attractions

#🎀#proship selfship #proselfship #selfship proship #proship #self ship #proship please interact #pro para #paraphile safe #paraphiles please interact #paraphilia #pro paraphile #pro fic #pro fiction #might lose followers for this but I don’t care #i #also I’m actually going to sleep now #goodnight everyone <3

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neuroticboyfriend · 12 days

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some disabled & neurodivergent side of tumblr safety & etiquette:

dont: dump negativity on positivity posts. if you dont relate to a post, it's either not aimed at you, or you're not ready for its message (and thats ok!)

do: make your own posts expressing how you feel; your feelings still matter and your blog is just the place to express them.

dont: speak over people with different experiences than yours, or speak on things you don't know about.

do: have an open mind and educate yourself on things you don't know much about - uplift the voices of people with direct experience.

dont: send unprompted vent or advice asks to blogs that dont have that as a stated purpose.

do: check out a blog to see if they take vent/advice asks; if you dont see anything, ask if you can vent/seek advice first - or add a disclaimer at the start of your asks, with TW.

dont: engage with triggering content. dont post your triggers publicly either, my lord.

do: engage with content that helps you express, process, and cope with your health. take breaks when you need them, too.

dont: treat bloggers like celebrities or like they owe you a response.

do: treat bloggers like regular people; respect boundaries.

dont: demonize ANY condition. including paraphilic disorders, sexual/moral OCD, personality disorders, addiction, or factitious disorders

remember: we're all dealing with our own stuff, and we're all in this together. if anyone acts as if this isnt true, they're probably not in a good place themself.

(feel free to add on!)

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wallpapedits-vvc · 6 months

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Matching wallpapers #180

Like/reblog if you save ✨

None of this wallpapers/pictures belongs to me, I just do the matching.

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saltandskeletrons · 2 years

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Hamilton was one of the first pop culture medias I was really into with a cheating plot line and I was like damn. Can’t believe this guy threw away his successful career he dedicated his whole life to and incredible wife and family for one hook up. I should not have been surprised Apparently this is very common and easy for men.

#try guys #john mulaney #like it seems so easy to me to just not do that #not to out my self as an original Hamilton fan but where else am I gonna express this thought #like I have learned over and over to not get too attached to a para social relationship #but #I’ve been watching the try guys since they started so this is upsetting and hard to grasp #idk lol

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craycraybluejay · 6 months

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You said in tags once that pedophiles and child predators aren't the same, can you explain why? /GEN

For the same reason that people with any kind of attraction to anyone ever aren't all rapists/don't all pursue romantic/sexual feelings that could or definitely would hurt the other person. Because paraphilias are simply the morally neutral state of experiencing attraction and rape/grooming is Not That. Because people *choose* to hurt others, but not what they feel. Because a good majority of child sexual abusers aren't even pathologically/paraphilically attracted to children, they *just want to hurt them because they can.* Because they're dissatisfied with something in life, or want a punching bag, or want to feel powerful, etc etc.

It's not really different conceptually from physical abuse. Do people do it because they have icky feelings about liking blood or violence? No. They do it to feel powerful. Sexual abuse is not about sex but about power. Hope this answers your question. I've answered it a good million times on this blog but eh I'm in a generous mood.

#anon response #pro para #girl imagine if ppl blamed randomass sadists for me getting beat up as a kid #like. no. thats not how that works. if they got off on hurting me in a literal sense they mightve been a little nicer ab it.#honestly its just flat out offensive to equate thoughts and feelings with abuse #regardless of someone's pathology you can always choose to do good and always choose to do evil #what you do with that ability is up to you. but rather than focusing consequences on random 'freaks' maybe focus them on #'normal people' who decide to covertly abuse their kids. or the priest who got tired of being godly and did some fucked shit #it is not the freaks you should fear but those who put on a face of normalcy while treating others like garbage and hurting people #also mostly those that are self aware know how to Be Good so to speak and im saying this broadly ab all 'dangerous' thoughts #ppl who know they can get triggered into violence will usually avoid sais triggers. ppl who spiral out of control during an episode will #have someone watch over them or find some way to offset any possible damage #even for people in whom some sort of harm is an instinctive reaction and not a conscious decision #steps can be should be and are taken to minimize problems and recover from anything that needs it #i trust a big 3 paraphile easier than an unstable person in power with no self awareness #because ive met both and only one has ever seriously hurt me. guess.

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tai-janai · 9 days

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littel... voices,,, hug and makeu p...

ill do the rest of the scene too so part one i guess

#i kept reading thar 'for what' as if para just wanted him to specify #like he had already forgiven him but he just wanted to hear it #yeah smitty you do not want to get involved in that #nobody can blame para for getting so attached to hero. LOOK AT HIM.#SOFTIEST FUCKING GUY TO EVER EXIST #RUNNING OFF INTO DANGER #who would win #man with zero self-preservation #or his angry anxious wife #stp little voices fanart #little voices #the voices #parahero #para #hero #voice of the paranoid #voice of the hero #remaking-machine + tai-janai

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desasters-blog · 6 months

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"bonito es coincidir con alguien que te cuide, que te respete y no tenga miedo de quererte con todo el corazón"

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thejugheadjones · 5 months

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Late Night Musings || 11/18/23, early morning, maybe 2:30am

Jughead's head jolted up from where it had been resting against his knees, having dozed off at some point. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep, nor did he even remember falling asleep given just how little he had been sleeping since they'd gotten here. The first thing he noticed was how oddly quiet it was in the auction house and that told him it had to be late. He slowly pushed himself off the floor of the cell, wincing a bit as his body protested the movement. He wasn't sure if it was from the position he'd been in or the intense level of physical activity that he'd been made to do, or both. Jughead, while not out of shape, was definitely not one that actively worked out regularly either, but he found himself thinking he needed to start once this was all said and done.

He slowly made his way over toward the pathetic excuse for beds that had been given to them for the duration of their stay here. As much as the cots might suck though, Jughead knew it was still better than sleeping directly on the floor-- if only barely. He had chosen to stay against the front of their cell until the guards had all seemed to stop hovering, prepared to direct any attention directed at his cellmates toward himself. He might not know his cellmates very well, or at all actually, but he'd seen enough to know they all had some previous connection between them and being the odd one out, he felt it was only fair he do what he could to keep them safe and together as much as he could through this. Which was why Jughead was fine with biting the bullet if he needed to. Yes, he knew it didn't mean the others wouldn't still end up targeted, but other than his sister being locked away in a different cell, Jughead didn't have anything to actually lose by allowing himself to be the scapegoat and if he could keep them safe even for a bit then he'd do it.

He slowly lowered himself onto his cot, rolling onto his side and facing the wall behind him as he shifted a bit in order to try and get comfortable. He'd survived day one and day two, and he just had to get through day three and then their final and even shortened day. He knew there was meant to be some sort learning experience here and how they'd all be stronger for it, more aware of their future if they didn't change, and blah blah blah. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes in an attempt to maybe get a bit more sleep, but at the same time Jughead knew sleep had been scarce since they'd arrived and he'd been lucky to sleep even a couple of hours each night. The fact he'd dozed off already would most likely be all he slept tonight, unless he managed to doze again at some point.

The switch opened his eyes again and stared silently at the wall in front of him, his mind moving a mile a minute as he thought about what was in store for them next-- mock auctions. They were going to be stood up and treated like they were nothing more than a piece of property. Which, he supposed, was the point since ending up here essentially lead to that outcome. An outcome that Jughead silently feared would become a reality for him. Realistically, he knew he still had time and, even more so, he didn't doubt for a moment that JB wouldn't consider claiming him just to keep him from ending up here if he didn't find someone to claim on his own, or to be claimed by if he ever gave into his submissive side. Maybe it was the Jones family stubbornness or simply Jughead's pride, but he didn't want to resort to asking his twin sister to claim him just to avoid being turned into a slave, even if he knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if he were claimed by her.

Jughead tucked one of his arms beneath his head, the other resting in front of him by his chest as he stared straight ahead, swallowing thickly as his mind started down the path of this could be you in just a few short years. Which, Jughead knew, was a very real possibility. It was also the reason Jughead had decided to travel rather than follow JB and enrolling when she did. He wanted the chance to travel... see the world... just in case it was his only chance to actually do it. He'd known JB would find a submissive to claim and she'd be fine. She knew what she wanted and she would take it-- as he'd picked up on with how she spoke about Delilah. JB had not only found herself a submissive, but she'd found someone that she trusted enough to let in to some extent.

He wasn't to that point, nor was he sure he'd ever get to that point. He kept everyone at a distance with his snark and sarcasm because it was easier than allowing people in and giving them the chance to hurt him. He'd been hurt by the person who had given birth to him and his sister, easily left behind each and every time she decided to come back and then leave them behind again and again. It hadn't taken Jughead long to realize his mother-- his egg donor didn't actually love them. She didn't love him and JB and she certainly didn't love their father and only wanted something to do with them when it was convenient for her. Jughead didn't want a life like that, and the best way to avoid it was to keep everyone at a distance.

Unfortunately, that also meant the alternative was this, for real, and he knew it would end up much worse than it was now. He swallowed thickly, feeling a sense of anxiety and fear building in his chest. It wasn't often that Jughead felt fear. He was bold, confident, brave, and he had no trouble when it came to holding his own and going head to head with someone regardless of their status. If he were being honest, prior to this entire field trip, Jug couldn't even begin to guess the last time he had felt fear.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breath slowly and deeply as he pushed through the feeling of panic he could feel was building. This wasn't the time and place to end up with a panic attack over 'what ifs'

I still have plenty of time. This isn't my future yet. I might feel as though I'm a lost cause but, technically, I'm not a slave yet. I can still find a way to avoid this. I can still find a claim and graduate by the time I turn thirty.

He kept repeating his little mantra in his head. The reminder that as terrified as he was of this happening... it wasn't happening yet. He still had time and he still had the chance to change it.

#para: all #para: self #para: late night musings #event tag: auction house 2023

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