#that i like them and it's judge's fault like everything

[kitts-mechanix]

Oh my gosh....I might need a tissue for this....this very much sums up the cycle of abuse in a sibling dynamic.

@lexicorp, @ichbinmeltdown and I have been having a huge discussion about the Seeker Trine and the cycle of abuse, but this comic captures it in a very real way.

The drama in Thundercracker's show acts as a form of foreshadowing. Starscream barges in and starts treating his brother like dirt, and judging from Thundercracker's reaction it's obvious that Starscream has been abusive to him. Starscream only bothers Thundercracker because he needs him to help him defeat Megatron, aka something that will benefit HIM. Thunder isn't eager to do it, Starscream starts rambling off fake apologies and pointing out his brother's shortcomings (eg, "I've forgotten how sensitive you can be but I didn't think you'd actually leave over it"). Now that being said, I don't think Star's comment about how it hurt when Thunder left is entirely untrue, because I do like to think he was confessing at that point, having an inkling of regret--but even then that's only to get what he wants. When Thunder brushes him aside, Starscream cracks and admits he's sorry for everything he's done, names what he did and says he won't do it again. But is he truly sorry? Thunder doesn't buy it so Starscream uses his interest of the Earth to get him to do it. But it's obvious Thunder has reached a point where he doesn't want to keep putting up with Starscream's bullying. No matter how much Star pleads and begs, Thunder finally calls him out on his rash actions, like telling him that he's obsessing over usurping Megatron and shouldn't have tried to mess with him. He's had to watch Starscream constantly destroy himself, and his own brothers, out of self-interest. When Starscream realises he didn't get his way, he went back to blaming his brother and destroys the TV--the one thing keeping Thundercracker sane--out of anger. Thunder points out this is the problem with Star. He's done EVERYTHING for his brother but it's never enough, and he's had enough of trying to please him. Enraged, Star attacks him and calls him a traitor because he knows he can't get Thunder to do what he wants.

Meanwhile Skywarp is just standing there watching the whole thing and not intervening, probably out of fear. Star leaves and makes Skywarp go with him, leaving Thundercracker alone.

I honestly feel bad for all three of them. Starscream was HEAVILY abused by Megatron and he internalises that abuse on his own teammates, and even his own brothers (okay, I know the Seekers being brothers is a fanon thing, but I headcanon it). But to be fair, even his brothers--at least in G1--honestly kind of allow Megatron to abuse Star and even assist him in trying to punish or harm him. And this is likely more because Star treated them like dirt and less because they were afraid of Megatron. WIth this vicious cycle, I can see why Star kicked his brothers off of Astrotrain in the middle of space in TFTM. I firmly believe Megatron is at fault for fracturing the Trine's sibling dynamic with his abusive "leadership", but it was Starscream--the most abused of the three--who carried on that cycle.

Thundercracker is tired of the abuse. Starscream won't stop it because he needs to feel powerful and be in control when Megatron isn't choking the life out of him. Skywarp is too afraid to stop him for fear of getting the laser treatment.

I won't delve too deep into my personal backstory here, but one of the reasons this comic hit me so hard is because the dynamic reminds me of myself and my younger sister. I didn't have a great upbringing that I'm slowly realising was more abusive than I thought. My sister had it much easier since I suspect she was the favourite. To put it lightly, I was like Starscream/Skywarp and she was like Thundercracker. I'm not proud of it, especially looking at this and knowing my sister still sees me as this version of Starscream.

I really want to write a fic where they manage to break the cycle of abuse. I know, it's easier said than done and probably wouldn't work in real life....maybe I just want to give these guys a happier ending with their sibling dynamic 💔

It's a canon event.

[Follow up to this post.]

[scoupsakakitty]

Betrayal Under The Stage Lights pt.2 | Seventeen x 14thMember | fluff

The room remained silent long after Y/N left. The weight of their words, their accusations, lingered in the air like an unshakable storm cloud. No one dared to speak, no one wanted to admit what they all began to realize their mistake.

Mingyu ran a frustrated hand through his hair, the guilt settling deep in his chest. “We messed up, didn’t we?”

Jihoon exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “No, we didn’t just mess up. We completely turned on her without thinking.”

Joshua sat down heavily on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands. “We should have listened. We should have trusted her.”

Seungcheol, usually so sure of his decisions, felt a rare sense of self-doubt gnawing at him. His mind replayed the scene over and over Y/N’s devastated expression, her voice laced with desperation as she defended herself. And they had ignored it.

“She must hate us now,” Seokmin mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

Jeonghan, for once, had no witty remark, no clever way to deflect the situation. Instead, he sighed deeply. “We need to fix this.”

Y/N sat alone in her room, the echoes of their accusations still fresh in her mind. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make them feel even a fraction of what she had felt. But more than anything, she just felt… tired.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. At first, she ignored it, expecting them to give up. But the knocking persisted. With an annoyed sigh, she stood up and pulled the door open only to find all thirteen members standing outside, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

Mingyu, standing in the front, suddenly dropped to his knees. “Y/N, I was an idiot. No—worse than an idiot. I don’t even have a word for how dumb I was. Please, please forgive me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “You’re really kneeling?”

“Yes,” Mingyu said without hesitation. “I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”

Seungcheol cleared his throat, stepping forward. “We all made a huge mistake. We let frustration cloud our judgment, and we blamed you without any proof. That was wrong. You didn’t deserve that.”

“We should have believed in you,” Joshua added, his usual warmth returning to his voice. “You’re our family.”

One by one, they all spoke up, each admitting their faults, each apologizing sincerely. Even Jihoon, who rarely showed emotions so openly, muttered, “I was too quick to judge. I’m sorry.”

Y/N took her time, letting them squirm under her scrutiny. She could see the genuine regret on their faces, the desperation in their eyes. And a wicked idea formed in her mind.

She sighed dramatically, placing a hand on her hip. “I don’t know… maybe I should just leave the group.”

The reaction was immediate.

“What?!”

“No, no, no!”

“Y/N, please, don’t even joke about that!”

Seungkwan looked ready to burst into tears. “I swear, if this is because of us—”

“I’ll do anything!” Mingyu pleaded. “I’ll cook for you for a year! I’ll do your laundry! I’ll—”

Y/N burst into laughter, unable to hold back any longer. “Relax, I was just messing with you.”

The collective groan that followed was almost comical. Seungcheol placed a hand over his heart, exhaling in relief. “Don’t do that! I nearly had a heart attack.”

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. “You’re evil.”

Y/N smirked. “That’s what you get for doubting me.”

Despite their moment of panic, the mood shifted almost instantly. Hoshi pulled Y/N into a bone-crushing hug, and soon, the others piled on, a mess of tangled limbs and relieved laughter.

“Still mad at us?” Vernon asked as they finally pulled away.

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. “I should be. But I guess I’ll forgive you guys. Just this once.”

They all cheered, and for the first time that night, everything felt right again.

“Well… on one condition,” Y/N added, crossing her arms. “I want my favorite ice cream.”

Without hesitation, Dino shot up. “I got it! I’ll get it right now!” And before anyone could react, he was already sprinting out the door.

The others laughed, shaking their heads as they watched him go. Finally, things were back to normal.

[sweetm4ri]

⭑𓂃 𝐆𝗂𝗋ᥣ 𝐒𝗍υ𝖿𝖿 ꩜ .ᐟ

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WARNINGS :: Akutagawa Ryūnosuke / Dazai Osamu / Fyodor Dostoevsky / Ranpo Edogawa / Chūya Nakahara x F!Reader (separately); Already established relationships; Angst (on the Fyodor part); Anxious reader (on the Chūya part); Slightly mentions of dark themes, not much, but can trigger some people that are scared to walk alone at night (on the Ranpo part)

SINOPSE :: Problems that you have to deal with being a girl on different situations with male bsd characters.

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Note :: To all the girls.

⭑𓂃 Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

It was a hot day, not a cozy, warm day or a little bit cold one. It was a hot day. An extremely hot one. It was like the devil had decided to pass his home to here.

You, noticing the good and normal temperature in the morning, decided to only wear a sweater, with nothing underneath, only your intimate clothes.

It would be fine. But in this moment, it was like you were in a toaster, almost creaming or falling apart.

You shacked your hands in front of your neck, going back and forth with the cloth piece, trying to make a ventilation or something like that. Your dear one, only looking at you with those dark eyes that you could easily read through.

"What? Don't judge." You say, not even bodering with explaining everything.

"Why are you doing that? Just take the sweater off." He pointed, making everything sound too simple, very, even extremely simple.

"I can not." You explain, continuing to try to find a bit of air underneath.

"Why, though? You just need to take it off, simple." He continued, gesturing the simplicity of fleaping the cloth off you.

"I do not have anything underneath, okay?" You say in a wishper, explaining how difficult the whole situation was.

With everything set. Your boyfriend only looked at you in disbelief, shaking his head negatively. Oh well, maybe one day he would understand it.

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⭑𓂃 Dazai Osamu

"Why do you have to take so much time?" Your boyfriend whines from the other side of the door of the bathroom, impatient by the time that you have to take to clean yourself.

Even if Dazai was a genius, he did not seem to understand the complexity of choosing the right product for you and taking a good time to each of them.

"Dazai, it is not my fault. I have to be careful and pay attention to each product!" You explain, carefully passing your mascara by your dear hair.

"I would prefer if you paid attention to me instead!" He hissed, sitting on the cold floor, his back to the door as he looked through your shared bedroom.

"Paying attention to you will not make my hair or skin perfect." You proclaimed in a firm tone, walking to the door with a towel in your body, finally opening it.

His eyes shone, thinking that you were finally over. Soon frowing seeing your still weat hair with product.

"You can watch if you want. Maybe you can learn a bit." You said with a kind smile, giving up on making your boyfriend wait for you.

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⭑𓂃 Fyodor Dostoevsky

Today was a very significant day since you were going to an important dinner with Fyodor, your boyfriend. He is a very respected person, which is natural, considering the work he puts so others have full trust in him. You were no diferente however, you trusted him more than anything, and he trusted you too, or so you hoped so.

The night started really well. You had a nice outfit on, a gorgeous makeup, and your dear one was incapable, too. The gathering took place in a very expensive and renowned restaurant, you found all sorts of people there, from rich normal ones to literal presidents. And, of course, being already familiar with how highly and exceptionally Fyodor talks, you put up your best face, prepared to show these people your best, and how you deserved to be there.

Even so, your lover had other plans. Every time you tried to even say something, he would just slide into the conversation, making people hear him instead. Which was utterly weird and ridiculous. Would he not believe in your capacity to handle things?

You pushed him delicately aside from everyone, whispering in a low voice so only he could hear you, an then you asked it.

"What is the problem, Fyodor? Why are you not letting me talk with them?" Your lips moved calmly just like you were telling a secret.

"My dear, you know I fully trust you, but you need to understand. These are not just normal people. They are truly important and significant. If you said something you should not, how would I be?" He responded to you, with his usual attractive and magnetic smile, his voice tone excelling confidence in his words.

"You need to understand." That words got stuck in you like nothing else, making you unable to speak how frustrating his actions were.

"I am quite sure you will understand me. Let me handle things while you speak to the other woman's, I am sure you will have your fun too." He completed his other statement with some more couple of words, those who should not be said.

Understand. Should you really be the one to comprehend it?

"I do not have the words to say how completely stupid you sound right now. Maybe you should learn a bit about how to understand things." You said, trying to keep your tone still calm and relaxed, but still raising it a bit.

"If you do not mind, wich I am sure you do not, I am leaving. There is nothing here for me anyway. I hope you do think a little about what you made and told me. I am not a doll for you to simply control like that, and most of all, I am not like the people you deal with. You should respect me more, Fyodor."

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⭑𓂃 Ranpo Edogawa

You should know better than deciding to go out at night with a big baby, but in any way, you did it. And now you were going until the end of all this.

The Agency had declared that because of the victory against the other - very powerful - organization, all of you would go out to a bar and bath yourselfs in alcohol, as a well deserved reward.

When you arrived with your boyfriend, almost everyone was already there, although there were still people putting some food on the tables. And as expected, Ranpo went almost running for the food, leaving you behind.

You, in a different way, went to say hello to everyone. You could try to stop Ranpo, but you know better than that. Besides, it was a celebration between people from the Agency, so nobody really cared about that.

As timed passed, more people had arrived, and you, of course, greeted all of them, kindly smilling to your friends. There was drinks, lot alcohol, food and jokes.

By the end of the night, it was really dark, no clouds in the sky, only that obscure blue, and some little to no stars. And some people started to leave. You, being a woman who would have to walk your way home, knew better than let everything get even more late.

You made your way to your boyfriend, who was currently talking with your dear friend Yosano. You got close to him and said that you two should go because it was getting already very late.

He simply looked at you in confusion, stopping the conversation and focusing on only you.

"Why now? It is not that late." He says, still confused, eating some candies calmly.

"It is late! And I have to walk back home!" You exclaimed, lightly irritated whit him. You knew he had all that smartness "only" with the glasses, but you did expect for him to get what you meant.

"And? Walk then." He stated, like it was all very simple and easy. Easy for him, a man.

"Are you good, Ranpo? You need to walk her home. It is dark outside, and a woman walking alone would be a very easy prey." Yosano explained, giving herself the free pass to interrup the conversation between you two and also saving you from a bug talk.

"Oh, sorry." Ranpo said, finally getting your point. Maybe his mind didn't work late at night, but anyway, you two had to go.

The walk was actually really calm, for your luck, since Ranpo isn't the tipe to fight. Although you had come with a hole explanation to him about how dangerous it really is for you to walk alone outside, especially at night. Your next lesson would be about how to use a train. He seems like he needs that.

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⭑𓂃 Chūya Nakahara

Chūya awaited patiently against his motorcycle, a gasp of smoke leaving his lips as he put the cigarette back in his lips. In time to time, he looked at the clock in his wrist, checking the hours again and again, wondering how much longer you would take.

On the other side, you were impatient, deciding mentally if really was a good idea going to that date. I mean, you would love to, it's your boyfriend after all. But the clothes were not helping. How could you choose the perfect one? It was like all the good dresses had gone missing all of a sudden.

You cursed mentally all the people that had stepped in this world, trying a bunch of clothes that you were not even aware of that existed. Anything could not do. It had to be perfect. The perfect cloth for your perfect date with your perfect boyfriend.

Your back was against the bed blankets, looking up at the ceiling, again questioning yourself about everything. Why did it have to be so difficult? Now, you were just cursing yourself. Everything is wrong in this moment. Everyone is nothing but a big mistake.

As if some god from afar had listened to your complaints, you suddenly remembered a dress that Chūya had given you not so long ago. Even if it was not your birthday already, he enjoyed giving you a bunch of stuff. And that included the beautiful and magnificent dress that was seated gracefully in your wardrobe.

Even if it was not the "perfect" dress for your perfect date, it was special. And you knew how much your dear one appreciates that kind of thing. Nothing really needs to be perfect sometimes. Maybe you were just overthinking too much. Or maybe you were not. You can not just go out with anything that you see in front of you. It needs to be good, who imagines the people that you will see in the street.

While everything played in your mind like a movie scene, you had finally finished preparing yourself, your clothes hugging your body perfectly, like it was made just for you. Which you did not doubt, giving how your boyfriend was. Always wanting to make you happy and loved for being exactly who you are.

You hurry up to get to the door of your home, batting an eye to Chuuya awaiting patiently for you with his motorcycle.

"Hi my love, sorry for the delay." You excuse yourself to him, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek.

"It is okay. You are stunning, really. Like a goddess of beauty." He says in a really sweet tone, which was always reserved only for you. You only laughed at his compliment, brushing it off so he wouldn't notice the light red color on your cheeks.

"You think? I was worried that it was not perfect. You know, the clothes and all. I really wanted to be perfect for you... and our date, of course!" You explain slightly embarrassed, trying not to let yourself even more shy with all this.

"You are impeccable in any way, really." He says, kissing your cheek and offering you one of the helmets.

F. Note :: I hope you liked your reading dear, please, do not forget to take care of yourself.

Lots of love,

Mari. ♡

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[beanghostprincess]

that scene of the vinsmoke siblings saying goodbye to sanji and helping him one by one to get away from different threats has my heart and my soul and my everything and i will cherish it forever thank you very much

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[kidfoundonstreets]

mom may possibly take technology away again so watch out for that.

[lyknest]

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[featherymainffins]

People be wilding, I hate when I ask for some dirty tricks to swindle my brain because therapeutic methods are slow and I would kinda like to do things even before they work, and people just recommend me what is essentially CBT coupled with exposure therapy.

[wickershells]

feel like I'm disintegrating

[trippygalaxy]

Mm

[inthelittlegenny]

tavern talk is great; just completed it. 10/10 would recommend if you want something super chill (i'm going to ramble in the tags so probably spoilers)

[bettsfic]

one of the best decisions i've ever made was to stop arguing.

i'd always been an arguer. i was defensive about everything and mindlessly contrary. it wasn't all my fault; i was (and still am) talked down to and patronized a lot, and when you live your life that way, you become kind of a raw nerve and dedicate a lot of energy to trying to prove yourself. someone even told me once, "it's just fun messing with you. you get so upset."

at 23, i was working in an environment where about a half dozen middle aged conservative men were always telling me what to do and explaining things to me. i either argued with them when they said heinous things or stewed about it for hours or even days. and so my new year's resolution one year was simply: no arguing.

it felt a little like defeat at first, like i was no longer standing up for what i believed in, even though no matter how right i was or how much proof i had for my claims, no one had ever been swayed by anything i told them. part of that was because they had no respect for me and didn't take me seriously; the other part was the simple truth that arguments are almost never productive. when someone says something and you immediately reply with, "you're wrong and here's why," a wall goes up and nothing can go over it.

i couldn't just let these men talk at me though, so i started asking questions. not leading questions, not with an intention to prove a point or walk them into a corner. i genuinely wanted to understand how they came to shape the opinions they held. i realized that understanding and agreeing are two different things, and just because i seek to understand doesn't mean i condone.

a truly fascinating thing happened: these men walked into corners all by themselves. it turns out nobody had ever actually tasked them with speaking their opinions aloud to a neutral audience. no one had ever been sincerely curious about them and their views. sure, their loved ones probably asked, "how are you doing?" all the time as a show of affection, but that's much different than, "what do you think?"

knowing what i know now, i think that's true of everyone. how many people ask you for your opinion and listen to what you have to say without speaking their opinion back to you? without judging you? how many people actively and intentionally try to understand you?

it's been over ten years since my resolution and i think i can count the arguments i've gotten into on one hand. one finger, even. it's amazing what happens when someone tries to rile you up, pick a fight with you, and your only response is, "can you elaborate on that?"

you can work someone into a very open and vulnerable state when you ask questions. they eventually run out of their usual talking points and move into the personal. when i do this, it's not like therapy; i'm not trying to help anyone. and it's not like teaching; i'm not trying to educate anyone. i just want to understand how people reach the conclusions they've come to. even after all these years of asking questions and not arguing, it still amazes me how few people in this world feel understood, and how easy it is to get them to open up when you say, "i want to know what you think."

[beanghostprincess]

me, watching germa fight: CAREFUL YONJI DON'T DIE!!!!

my friend: 10 episodes ago you were literally saying you wanted him dead

me: people change

[frmisnow]

play pretend ! ₊⟡⋆ nsfw.

the premise of fake dating your best friend, for just a weekend, is hilarous.. and scary. but what happens after is even scarier.. it's just play pretend right?

warnings / includes — sex, heavy fwb themes, bit of angst

shame coated you when you woke up in one of the guest rooms, carefully placed onto the bed at about 3am by no other then jungkook while you were dead hungover. pure rotten shame rests in your cheeks, paints them red when you say bye to his family a few hours later as jungkook couldn't quite even look at you.

everything about him was different. the way he moved around you, the way he avoided looking directly at you. hell, even his voice sounded quieter, less confident, like he didn’t know what to do either.

something had changed him, for the worse.

and it was all your damn fault.

you had thought the car ride would give you both time to defrost, pretend that whatever happened the night earlier did in fact not happen, crack some jokes but to no avail — long, defening silence.

silence and shame don't go well together, the color they create on the canvas of yours, it soaked through you. stayed with you for the next five days, it's the color of the message you send him at 11 pm on saturday, asking him how he was doing.

it's the ugly color of the 'delivered' button that stays there for the following two days.

the dress you wear to the next party is bright, anything to drown out the guilt that was eating you alive.

the music is loud, and so are you. laughing a little too hard, moving a little too close to anyone who shows you attention. you take another sip of whatever is in your cup, the liquid burning its way down your throat but dulling the ache in your chest.

and then there’s him.

you don’t see Jungkook immediately, but you feel him before your eyes catch his across the room. you feel the way the air shifts, the way your stomach churns when you notice the familiar set of his jaw, the way his eyes flicker toward you.

you almost drop your drink.

because it feels like a candid flashback of that night—only now it’s all so different. why did things have to be so complicated?

you’re pressed against some guy you barely know, his lips grazing your neck in a way that should distract you. you’ve been letting it happen, letting him flirt, letting his hands wander because it’s easier than thinking about the mess you left unresolved.

but then there’s jungkook. he stands on the other side, the neon light painting his face; his look wasn't judging. maybe light disappointment but more observing then anything, really. and it reminded you of how you used to stare at him whenever he was going after various girls at these exact sorts of parties.

it makes you sick, makes the unfamilar hands on your body feel foul and uninviting, it's not the fire burning through you like it had that night, it's cold ice, slowly creeping through your veins, making it's way to your brain.

said ice whispers things you don't want to hear, reminds you of things you don't want to think about.

"fuck, i think i like you."

you run of upstairs to the nearest balcony, the house was familar one of your mutual friends', this place was where you used to play spin the damn bottle in high school. now it feels haunted, just as univiting as the guy's hands felt a few minutes ago, why did everything feel so distant now? first jungkook, now everything else. why was it so consuming?

you light up a cigarette, you didn't usually smoke but you wanted to feel that fire again, the warmth, the pure need from a week ago. you regreted not having fucked the guy because you were sure he could've made you forget for longer then this cig could.

“thought I might find you here,” he says behind you, kneeling next to you yet keeping a safe distance, his voice low and cautious.

"you shouldn't have," you respond coldly, because anger is a better emotion to feel then regret and you had plenty things to be frustrated about, "you've been avoiding me for a whole week, don't pretend like you give a fuck." you don't meet his eyes, just take another drag.

but you see him flinch in the corner of your eye. great, the guilt sits in you once again.

he shifts slightly, and you can feel the tension radiating off him , “i know I’ve been a jerk, but it’s not that simple—”

“then make it simple.” your voice is sharper than you intended, but the hurt has festered for too long. you finally turn to face him, “i need to know what you want. because this? whatever this is? it’s fucking misery.”

the words hang heavily in the air, and for a moment, silence stretches between you. jungkook looks like he’s grappling with his thoughts, the tension in his body palpable. then, slowly, he closes the distance between you, his eyes softening as he cups your face in his hands.

“can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice a whisper, as if the question itself is laced with vulnerability.

you nod, and the moment your lips touch, it’s like everything else fades away. the kiss starts soft, gentle, as if he’s savoring the moment, and you can feel your heart begin to race.

it's nothing like the previous fire you had wished to experience earlier, it's delicate warming sunlight, brushing over your skin, washing away the hideous color that had built over the last few days.

“friends with benefits,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and sweet. “we get to have this-” he kisses you again, slow and lingering, “—without the pressure of expectations.”

“expectations?” you echo, your mind racing as you try to process his words.

“yeah,” he replies, his lips brushing against yours, each touch sending shivers down your spine. “we can enjoy each other without worrying about where it’s going. just... pure fun.” his hands toy with the hem of your dress, before returning your gaze.

time slips quick, it all feels so raw, so different from that night yet all so much better.

his hands grip your thighs, pulling you closer, driving deep inside you with a primal urgency. you can feel the way he fills you, stretching you perfectly. you're so glad you aren't drunk, that you'll remember this in the morning and the day after.

you claw at his back, nails digging in, urging him on, needing more, wanting all of him. and he curses, runs his mouth like the talkative brat you knew he always was, degrades you one second, tentatively kisses your cheeks the next.

his hands rest on your tighs as he kisses along your clit once again, sweet, real. taunts you 'for the mess you made on your friend's coach' but he doesn't give you time to feel guilty, just starts nuzzling his face back into your pussy, licking along.

no, jungkook will never make you feel the same guilt again. you're sure of it, well — not that you could really properly think under these conditions anyway.

[arolesbianism]

Rotates swap au Wickerbottom in my head. Gotta love old women trapped in self imposed cycles of pain and regret

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 24

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“We should make H— Jason spend some time in here,” Danny said. He was good with the rest of the name now, but he still struggled with with Jason. He was trying. “He could use the reason to relax.”

“I do not believe that Todd is capable of relaxing,” Damian said with a little frown and Danny was pretty sure meant Damian was uncertain, but other people tended to think that it meant Damian was judging them.

“Sure he can. He makes a great pillow too,” Danny said. He leaned over and bumped his shoulders against Damian’s. “Totally bet if you just just sat down and leaned against him, he wouldn’t do anything.”

“Tch.”

“Okay, sure, half of that would be because he’d be too shocked, but really. He’s secretly a cuddler but, like, in a totally different way than Dick. Jason is more like Cass is.”

Damian’s brows were knitted together, but he gave a considering little nod at that.

Danny was glad that Damian went through the door to the hall first. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, exactly, but being out of the apartment now felt wrong and bad and… scary. Danny knew that had delayed them taking him to the Manor and was making some of them anxious, but Danny just couldn’t… it was hard to shake, even if everywhere they went had been safe.

“How were the kittens, Dandelion?” Jason asked. He was leaning against one wall and Lacey stood next to him, looking at something on her phone.

“Pointy,” Danny said with a little smile, “and very cute.”

“We are going to go see the dogs now instead,” Damian said.

“Okay,” Lacey said with a smile. “Your brother and I were talking about what might work for you. I think we have a few options, but I actually have someone in mind for you to meet first of the bunch. She might not work at all but… I have a hunch.”

“As ludicrous as it sounds, Ms. Lacey’s hunches do often play out,” Damian said. “Which dog are we going to see?”

“You haven’t met her yet. She just came here from another shelter because the last one didn’t have the space for her. Before that she was out in the suburbs where she had been adopted, but she kept trying to herd all the other animals and children. They got her from a shelter where she had been surrendered by her owners because they moved to a new apartment that wouldn’t let a dog like her in.”

Danny frown grew as Lacey talked. “Oh, wow… she’s been through a lot of homes, hasn’t she?”

“She has, and it’s really not her fault. She’s only a year and a half old, so she’s still a bit of a puppy and will need training, but she’s a real sweetheart and I think she just needs the right person to love her back.” Lacey paused in front of a door and opened it to some sort of waiting room. “Now, she is a large dog, so I’ll keep her on a harness when I bring him in and you let me know when you’re comfortable for her to come close, okay?”

“Okay,” Danny agreed. He knew he had told Damian not small, but he was suddenly a little concerned by how large was large.

Jason must have been able to tell, because he led Danny over to the small couch to sit down with him while Damian scooted the chair he chose closer to Danny’s open side.

Very, was the answer to how large was large a few minutes later when Lacey brought in a huge dog. The bright red harness barely visible through the mass of black fur that seemed to stand straight out from the dog in a massive mane.

“Okay, come on girl, down,” Lacey said, drawing out the words.

When the large, deep black eyes turned to her, she pointed purposefully at the ground. The dog huffed and settled on the floor looking like some avant guard throw pillow. She snuffed curiously at the group and shuffled forward a few inches on her belly before peering up at Lacey to see if she was noticed.

“Stay. Like I said, still a puppy,” Lacey said fondly.

“What breeds do we suspect she is?” Damian asked.

“She’s definitely a large part chow,” Lacey answered. “She has the black mouth and everything. We’re guessing black lab maybe as some of the rest or some other sporting dog. From those breeds, and her behavior so far, she’s going to be loyal and protective. She will need to be exercised as specially at this age she’ll have a lot of energy, but I know you have the yard to let her run. Fetch or retrieval games will be great stimulation for her and walks can probably be kept pretty short, but I know that Damian could help you train her. Do you want to come over here and let her smell your hand? Or we could just let her settle in and wander the room.”

“I’ll, um…” Danny trailed off as he moved to sit down on the ground at Jason’s feet. He leaned forward and offered his hand, stretching out as far as he could.

The mass of fluff crept forward a few inches, then a few more, and the last few to where she was close enough to sniff at Danny’s hand. The curly tail started to wag before the dog gave Danny’s hand a lick.

A small smile lit up Danny’s face. “Oh, you’re just a big fluffy sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“She really is. She gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes every time someone passes her and doesn’t give her attention. She really wants nothing more than to be with people or other pets and part of a family,” Lacey said.

Danny watched the dog snuff at Danny’s hand before he decided that it was probably okay to move forward a little more so that he could pet the dog. His fingers sank into the thick black fur and the curly tail started to wag.

“She’s kinda like a big teddy bear,” Danny said, completely missing the look that Damian and Jason exchanged behind his back at that statement.

“Chows are like that.,” Lacey agreed. “They get a bad rep because they can be really protective of their owners, so if she’s the dog you go with, you will need to work on socializing her. Taking her to the dog park or things like that would be a good step.”

“It will help that there is such a large amount of family and acquaintances coming and going from the manor,” Damian added. “But if she is the dog that will be yours, we can easily set up a plan for socialization.”

“I, um, I’ve never adopted a pet before. How do I know if she’s the right one?” Danny asked.

“Seeing if you get a long is a good start. With a big dog like her, I think you should walk him a little and play some. We can try some tricks too and see how she listens to you,” Lacey said. “We have a two week trial window where if you think she’s the right dog, she’ll go home with you and you can see how it all works out. If it doesn’t, she comes back here no issues.”

Danny took in a calming breath and let it out. “Okay, let’s see how it goes.”

The dog was a lot. There was no doubt about that what with her size, but she did seem very eager to listen. She apparently walked very well with Danny, even if that was almost sandwiched up against Danny’s side between him and the road. It reminded him of how Jason always walked, as if guarding Danny from the world.

There back at the shelter now. Danny buried his fingers in the dog’s thick fur, ruffling it idly.

“What do you guys think?” he asked his brothers.

“I think that she will be a loyal dog for you,” Damian said, “and that training her may also be beneficial for you.”

“That,” Jason said, “and that she likes you already just like you like her already. I think the only real question is what’s her name going to be?”

Danny looked down at the almost bottomless seeming brown eyes that were staring adoringly back up at him. “Ursa. Her name’s Ursa.”

-

Ursa took to the Manor immediately— or at least took next to being by Danny’s side in the manor. His bed seemed much smaller with her laying next to him, but he had a feeling it he woke up that night with a nightmare that it wouldn’t last long.

His fingers tightened in her mane as he took a breath and hit send on the text message to Babs.

Her name is Jasmine Fenton.