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HEADS UP.

school starts for me in less than two weeks which means that i am going to be very busy in terms of this semester as it’s a semester chock full of writing classes ( oh the woes of an english track education major ) so therefore i will be sort of sporadic in terms of replies on dash! i will over the next week try to get out everything i have in his likes but once the 6th hits, i’ll be slow so just bear with me please! the easiest place to reach me and thread would most likely be aim ( which is the same as his url ) so feel free to add me there if we’re mutuals and you ever want to interact! like you can just jump in preestablished and i won’t care. just thought i’d post about this because i’ve been out for a week or so because of work which has been taking up most of my time since i don’t want to be broke during the semester. busy busy busy.

but this was just a little notice!

i’m done!

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chrt_kimreddy MY NINJA

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messaged & plotted!

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Hey you

@leegrav

♣ – a smile was always the first thing to break across his face at the sight of a familiar friend and now was no different. gray was always a welcome presence.❝ long time, no see. what’s good? ❞

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👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 

in many ways, he’s a traditional kind of guy and would proclaim to be the one wanting to ask her out but he is also far too laid back to strictly feel this way and would consider a date offer if asked from someone he was interested in. that takes confidence and that is a trait that attracts him.

💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 

he has exactly one time before. it ended horribly with his worst fears in tow and looking back on it with such bitter memories, he’s turned a nose up at actively seeking it out ever again let alone letting it come to him without some sort of rejection.

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 

it was probably the best thing that had happened to him at the time. he was on a come up and she was in the middle of one. they worked the same field and so she knew the inner workings of his hidden world just as well as he did. they both grew up in homes that were destined to remain broken beyond repair and so they sympathized with one another. she was stunning. it only took a little less than half a year before he said the three most important words every relationship strives to hear but it all blew up in flames from a small blue positive that neither of them planned for. it was a disaster. all of his worst fears came to light and the home they shared turned into a battlefield until he eventually left when the decision to “handle” the problem was made. a bitter taste rests in his mouth now when it comes to relationships and especially when it comes to her but he hasn’t seen her since he came to pick up the last of his things so he’s moving through it day by day now.

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 

he is a 100% heterosexual demiromantic cismale.

💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

he was at the age of 15 when he had vaginal sex for the first time but, surprisingly, oral sex came about a year and a half later when he was 16, nearly 17.

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 

he’s not against it but it wouldn’t come without some prior familiarity with her. he’s not one to jump directly into sexual relationships with total strangers because for him sexual attraction is accrued after he does his own small mental assessment even if he finds her physically attractive but were it someone he was comfortable with and someone he knew well enough, he most certainly would.

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🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 

he’s most definitely a dom. though he has a laid back personality and demeanor, it still remains that he is someone that knows exactly what he wants and that translates well into the bedroom. unafraid to vocalize what he likes and what he wants, he gives a listening ear to his partners desires and he does well to oblige even if means taking the back seat to let his partner take the reigns. he wouldn’t classify himself as a switch though. he’d never enjoy sex if it was completely at the behest of someone else.

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 

most definitely. on multiple occasions. generally in secluded areas but venturing to more public spaces, he has no shame in fulfilling a desire if the mood is right and his partner is consenting to their location. sometimes it pays to not interrupt the mood to move somewhere more private.

💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 

not particularly but rather than dislike, it’s more of an indifference. he’d never been one to fall for the glitz and glamour of romantic relationships and so the attraction point behind the holiday never really stuck to him. he’d been in one relationship that lasted until valentines day but the woman it was with, he’d rather not remember. 

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 

 some err on the side of being rather vanilla but they all tie into his main kink which he would always identify as sensory play. he’s very foreplay heavy and each touch, kiss and stroke counts. rough bites meant to mark followed by feather light kisses. sensitive areas along his jaw and neck kissed with fingers coursing through his hair whether to toy with or to tug onto for dear life. he’s voyeuristic in that he revels in the sight of his partner writhing in pleasure and each action is geared towards producing that specific response with giving oral sex to her ranking just as high as actually being inside of her. whether it’s him to her or vice versa, body worship plays high in this especially when paired with her handcuffed to his headboard or restrained from grasping at his head somehow. particularly the fuzzy handcuffs for her. he’s been drawn into the charms of female ejaculation since his first experience as well. nipple piercings are pretty new but just as desirable. he’s keen on dirty talk and communication and vocalization of any kind ( so long as it’s not excessive ) since he enjoys a comfortable freedom for both involved to embrace their most carnal desires but when it comes to sounds emitted, he’s not against a bit of breath play so long as it’s not on him. submission is a rather large kink but he’s lenient with it so long as she also is either skilled or confident. he’s not sure of a specific name he likes to be called and so his options on that remain open. he likes things that are sensual and more on the mature side as opposed to the facade of innocence. raw feelings, a little slutty but 100% within the comfort zone of both parties. and clean. clean, safe sex whether it’s birth control she’s on or he’s gotta put on a condom, no stds and no children will always be a kink.

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   ( ☾ ) it was hard for her to comprehend what he was saying but when she finally did as he said. looking into his she took the inhaler and took deep breaths as she used it, not sure if she was actually doing it right. but a short nod from him told her she was in fact doing it right and she continued until her breathing was under control. when she was finally breathing properly and her heart rate was back to normal she handed him the inhaler, finally taking in her surroundings. amelia was well aware of the small crowd forming around them and she looked at him anxious, she didn’t like all these eyes on her. she didn’t want all these strangers to see her so vulnerable, it was already bad that this large stranger saw her have a panic attack. she didn’t want the entire festival to be aware of her anxiety. 

     looking back at him she gave him a grateful smile, not believing that someone who looked like him could act this way. he was so… gentle, nothing like the men his size she’s interacted with before. it didn’t seem like he had any other ulterior motives and he seemed genuinely concerned, not trying to take advantage of her in this state. this was a surprise. what was she to say to him now? she can finally speak but she didn’t want all these people surrounding them as she thanked him. ❝d-do you think we can possibly move somewhere less, crowded?❞ amelia gestured to the people around her before turning back to him hoping he understood she was uncomfortable with all these people. even if he had saved her she was still a bit weary of him, he was so much bigger than her, so intimidating. she felt so guilty for a part of her being scared of him, she felt bad she was hesitant to be alone with him, she felt because of that part of her that kept reminding her he looked liked everyone else who tried to harm her. amelia wanted to shut that part of her up because it was obvious he didn’t want to cause her harm. he had just saved her from it. yet that part of her kept on persisting.

      he had saved her, he had given her an inhaler to help her breathe. how could she ever make this up to him? there were no cards that said ‘thank you from saving me from a bunch of large men, you’re the best!’ so how could she show him how grateful she was he came and stopped them? amelia wasn’t sure but she would have to find a way, they couldn’t part way without him know how thankful she was. even if she had to thank him as many time as she could for as long as the two spoke she would, she felt as if he deserved praise for what he did. she was sure he would eventually get sick of her always thanking him but at least he would know she was thankful. despite what that small part of her wanted to think she knew his actions were pure, he didn’t need to stay around after they left, he didn’t need to give her an inhaler, but he did. and for that she will be forever thankful to him. 

♣ – he could see it in her features as she physically began to calm herself with each breath she took from the inhaler. he knew that feeling of coming back into control. when your breath was drawn thin and even more fear broiled in the pit of your stomach as your autonomic life force was threatened by something so terribly out of control and yet just within reach. hers was a classic panic attack and he’d had minor ones in the first few outbreaks of his allergic reactions but nothing nearly as bad as what hers had looked like. he accepted the inhaler back though careful eyes observed her to ensure she was still within her own control. it’d take a bit of convincing for him to be satisfied but for now the worst of it seemed to be over.

he silently wondered what could have triggered her. sure a group of large men would incite fear within any girl her size if they were to encroach upon her but to bring about such a strong adversity... it clearly had struck something deeper. he wasn’t one to pry as he was already way out of his comfort zone even attending to her when there were so many others who could but he digressed and took the leap no one else had seemed willing to take. ❝ sure. ❞ because he got the message. being surrounded had unsettled her before and surely a crowd of prying eyes and leering whispers was not something that she wanted to subject herself to. to bring her to an alley away from the crowd might not make her feel any more safe so his next best bet was the park he had passed some ways back on his way to get his patbingsoo.

❝ follow me. ❞ he offered and he fell into step beside her, hands finding his pockets as he deposited his inhaler back from whence it came. ❝ i passed a park not too far up the way we can sit at. ❞ private but in a public place. hopefully that was good enough. he never thought himself to be much of a savior because it didn’t fit his vibe but sure enough, it was what he had became for this small woman by chance. even in his job he wasn’t sure people saw him that way. he cleared the way with ease but there wasn’t much work he had to put in as people made way for her to let her leave and it wasn’t long before they were able to place their feet upon the lush green grass to find the nearest bench. ❝ is here okay for you? ❞

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TO: @rveddiez. FROM: selene.

( ✧ ) it was hard to entice her—a task, even. not many things entranced her as she’s selective, invariably choosy. attention that was anywhere but the sidewalk was erratic in itself—when she was fixated on something, she was fixated on it. so when she happens to bump into another pedestrian, it’s no surprise that apology isn’t the first thing gracing her features. she watches as the stick falls to the ground, the embers of his cigarette feathering a hole in the flesh of her work, erasing the numbers that lined its canvas and leaving ash in its wake. her dark eyes widen, not because of her embarrassing lack of coordination, but at the singed ellipse that failed miserably at becoming decorum of her numbers, steadily undoing her calculations. “seriously…?” annoyed, she stoops down, pinching the cigarette between her pointer finger and thumb delicately as to not spew its contents out before placing it on the concrete beside her. lithe hands move to gather the array of papyrus before her, grabbing whatever is in arm’s reach and nestling it against her chest, the sharp points of each sheet protruding out in several angles.  "ah, désolé monsie—i mean—i’m sorry. i should really…pay more attention to where i’m going.“ she retracts the rest of the french before it can make its embarrassing debut, quickly shoving a string of accented, apologetic korean in its place. spontaneity seemed to reactivate the soft language on her tongue, and although she’d been settled in korea for the past year or so, its customs still seemed to evade her in the most dire times. that tinge of anxiety that laces most people’s voice when they’ve broken society’s standards is absent in her—it seems, as unfortunate as it may sound, that she’s used to this kind of occurrence. either that, or she’s preoccupied with something that even her math cannot solve. her eyes wander back to the dying orange glow of his half-lit cigarette, its mouthpiece now tainted by the dust of the footpath. finally, with her work secured and her apologies out of the way, she turns her attention to him, wholly this time. ”i’ll buy you another pack. which brand?“

♣ – he’d only caught a quick glimpse of her himself prior to the collision and it could have been on his own carelessness that it happened to begin with. his favorite patbingsoo stand just within walking distance one that he was seeking out on his casual stroll down the heated streets of seoul was made a pleasant journey as the comforting embraces of nicotine caressed the inside of his lungs and soothed whatever anxiety threatened to wrack his system from withdrawal. he was often told how complicated of a man he was and that mystery surrounded him but in all truth, he took pleasure in the most simplest of things. such as now.

well, not now.

he’d saw the bobbing head of dark hair but disregarded it as his head turned to expel smoke past his lips right up until he felt himself nearly stumble over a set of hurried feet, bodies colliding and the object of his affection ripped from his fingers to meet its untimely end. her initial sentiment matched his own. he was to enjoy that until he got his patbingsoo. from there the next stop was the nearest convenience store because naturally it was his last one in the shimmery gold pack he’d crumpled and tossed once it no longer served a purpose.

❝ it’s fine. ❞ a senseless lie created to make the guilty feel less guilty but the disappointment always read clearest in the hurt one’s face as it did now. he’d never looked so longingly at a cigarette before in his life. he kept his speech simple as her accent rested uneasily on his ears. she might be foreign or slow for all he knew but he was able to comprehend as much that korean was not her forte and that whatever she spoke first was. letting her rise as she gather her papers, the sheer amount of numbers on it nauseating him, he made to dismiss her offer but a small part of him felt entitled to at least one replacement cigarette at the very least. he had been paying attention after all. or more than her anyways.

❝ esse gold. there’s a store not too far up the way. ❞

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

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chaesun sits slouched, leg crossed across the other his ankle out and dangling free thanks to the sweats he wore. a flip-flop is hanging loosely off his foot and he sits toying with the nike sign across the band and shakes his head at the question. “nope. i thought with the bath i could get her in the mood. but she wasn’t having it. said if we fucked in the water she’d get a uti or something like that. i’ve never heard of that. but i’m not a doctor either. so i was like fuck it. i’ll relax this tub is nice as shit. had the whirlpools and everything. i was feeling bubbly and clean and then her dad fucks it all up.” he makes a small noise of disappointment at the thought. such a wasted opportunity for him. only softened by the fact that he’d probably be able to see her again. he had to get his phone back at least. “i don’t know. i think she told me nineteen. twenty maybe. old enough.” that much he remembers. but he wasn’t good with details. he was shallow like that. “watched netflix and no banging involved? that’s wild. it’s not even a concept i can wrap my head around. i didn’t know people still did that.” he’s supposed to be joking but he’s literally never been able to invite a girl over and just chill. kind of like how cuddling isn’t a thing for him. cuddling was an invitation in his book. “damn your keys? you ever get ‘em back?”

♣ – he didn’t even bother to hide his laugh at his misfortune. sometimes the most sure things were the ones that always went wrong in the weirdest of ways and clearly that was one of them. he took another small hit, tongue passing over his lips as he took a moment to cast a look towards the bud at the quality he approved of before he passed it back towards his friend. it was among guys that he was usually most comfortable. he grew up around men whether it was his uncle or his uncles lifelong friends. he was a man raised by men and while cuddled up with beautiful girls sharing a drink or a high was nice, there was no show he had to put on around other guys. there was no one he was trying to impress. ❝ why not just get out of the tub then? hold her up. a nearby chair. the ground. ❞ he lightly lifted the leg of his basketball shorts to scratch absently at his knee, the smoke passed in a slow stream from his system. ❝ did it seem like it’d be good enough to go back though? ❞ he wasn’t one to waste his time on sex he had no expectations for. ❝ barely legal but legal. would she even know her way around a dick? ❞ being reminded of the situation made his eyes close. his fingers sifted through loose dark locks. ❝ her friends were there. i kissed her a few times but it felt weird with them sitting there. ❞ they were nice and he liked them but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t prefer time alone with her over that. ❝ i stayed the night though. ❞ his head shook at the last question, a sarcastic smile on his lips. ❝ yeah but i had to come back with id and describe them to the bartender to get them back. they’re the keys to the car that costs more than your kids education. ❞

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⚠️  –– STARTER FOR: @rveddiez!

At a small, family-run restaurant hours away from Seoul, Hyuna was enjoying her secret rendezvous – taking advantage of the few days off she’s been given. She was introduced to a certain male through a mutual friend, and things between them were going quite well so far. Two bottles of soju later, and they’re both laughing and having a great time at their table.

When the idol was about to return from her little bathroom break, though – “YOU’RE UNDER ARREST!” – a deep voice yelled, stopping the girl in her tracks. She peeked through the circular window of the wooden door which lead to the bathrooms, only to see her date being dragged off in handcuffs by the police. The authorities were far off by now, but the words “drugs, theft, arson” ringed in her ears. With widened eyes, she breathed in a low tone, “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” In utter shock and disbelief, she backed up against the nearest wall, slamming her head against it a few times. Stupid. Idiot! Anger, confusion, frustration, betrayal – was what she felt not only towards him, but towards her ‘friend’, and her own self. 

But there was no time for self-pity. If someone saw her right now, she would garner much unwanted attention – jeopardizing both her image and her career. To have any sort of affiliation with a criminal was the last thing she wanted, even if she was innocent. 

Stay calm. Collect yourself. Your career is at stake. She had to get out of there, pronto. Grabbing her shades and small hat out from her shoulder bag, she put them on in a hurried manner, trying to cover up as much as she could. Inhaling, then exhaling audibly, she walked out the door, with a lowered head.

“Oof – !” she exclaimed, as she bumped into a stranger, who reeked of cigarettes and coffee. She wanted to cry on the spot  – the scents reminding her of the date which has now gone horribly wrong. The alcohol made her more sensitive, too. Squeezing her hand into a fist, she managed to voice out a meek, “S-Sorry…” trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. 

♣ – a quick meal was all he wanted on the ride back. the rest stop he’d chosen had a small restaurant that seemed to suit his tastes and after a quick scan of the menu he was able to deduce that there were in fact foods he could eat and so he’d taken up a table. his uncle insisted he leave before it got too dark because the roads would be dangerous but he was almost sure he was being kicked so that he could have that woman from down the way over. everyone had their needs. he could respect that. leaving the apartment with two bottles of rice wine and a small box of cigars left in his wake, reddy had took to the road for about two hours before he pulled in for a break.

now he kind of wished he’d just kept driving.

he’d barely delved into his order of galbitang, his personal favorite, when the only words that would ever send him heading for the hills aside from ‘i’m pregnant’ were bellowed throughout the small establishment. his blood turned to ice. his spoon froze between his lips and the steaming bowl beneath it. he carried product with him at all times. there was no telling when a sale could be made or when a regular needed a refill. money on the go was just as good as money coming to him. his mind worked a mile a minute. he hadn’t sold by his uncles and his stash was in his car so unless that sketchy fucker he’d encountered on the way back from the store blabbed and the cops followed him all this way or they searched his car, he had to be in the good.

but cops were cops.

he reacted with probably more surprise than anyone as he saw a sole man at a table being arrested and while others expressed shock, he felt his appetite wane. he bagged his food and paid his bill among the commotion, claiming a family emergency to any curious workers who might ask. he’d heard the accusations. that guy was going away for a very long time unless he had a good sum of money piled away. reddy had no intentions of joining him. he’d barely made it out the door when he collided with her and he might’ve kept going had it not been for the toppled tin of galbitang hurtling to the floor much to his dismay now splattered across his path bringing him to a screeching halt.

dismay was clear in his features beneath the irked furrowing of his brows and he might’ve rounded on her had he had heart to but her own suffering stood out more than his did. it took him moments before words could formulate. to interfere and possibly elongate his night or to flee while he still could? with the fading sirens leaving in the distance, his anxiety was slowly absolved so he bit.

❝ you good? ❞

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                                        ❣️    For someone like Sarang, she’s never personally experienced nor seen firsthand what severe allergies can do to people. She’s allergic to dust particles, that much is true but it felt like nothing and very trivial compared to what he was going through. 

The minutes leading up to him being able to respond were excruciating, to say the very least. But when he was able to finally voice out whatever he was feeling, relief also coursed through the female. She thought she was going to lose him for a split second there and she was more than happy to know that it was not the case. “Mm, sure.. Let’s go.” Sarang walks over to the passenger seat and opens the door for him, standing by until he’s able to move into the vehicle, wanting to make sure that he was able enough to move and settle himself in. 

Hurriedly, she drove, drove like she’s never driven before on a busy weekday night. Perhaps she was going over some speed limits but at that point she didn’t really give a care in the world, all she wanted was to make sure he would be in his tip top shape. “Yah,” She calls out to him, “Don’t say sorry for ruining dinner, I’m sorry for having picked that resto. Aish, I should have double checked or something.” Puffing in her cheeks and effectively blowing air into them, she pulls up to the nearest hospital, parking near the emergency room wing of the establishment. “It was scary, you really looked like you were struggling to breathe.” She adds, waiting by the entrance. 

Once they reach the front desk, she lets him sit in one of the chairs situated in the area and talks on behalf of him, telling the nurse what had happened. Soon, he was escorted to another area, and Sarang just kept quiet, waddling behind the two and awaiting what was next for him. Still, at the back of her mind, she felt guilty for one reason or another. Because if she hadn’t forced him to grab a bite with her, then maybe he could have avoided the situation altogether.

♣ – he had to admit that he appreciated the care she took considering the situation but at the same time he was never one to find comfort in the mothering of others when it was turned in his direction. now was no different. her insistence upon administering his medication and the eager attitude she took in seeing to the immediate affairs that needed tending to at the sake of his health were one in a million and he’d thank her later for it profusely but it still delivered a sense of slight disregard on his end. to accept the hovering was never his first reaction. in his experience, hovering was not for people like him. his uncle never hovered and he was the only one who ever really cared. for him, those kind of things just didn’t go hand in hand.

he climbed into the side of the car where she kept the door open for him and he let himself settle into the passengers seat, the seatbelt forgone as the tightness in his chest that he had felt prior was not one he wanted to purposefully administer on the short ride to the emergency room at his own behest. he’d pass it up for the time being. he had subtly fallen into a silence as words failed him in her fervent expression of concern but he was pulled from it as the familiar stark red cross came into view and hurried bodies in scrubs dashed about. he feigned a relaxed smile but the tremors still in his hand and the slightened hitches in his breaths spoke otherwise. effects of the epinephrine. ❝ i looked like i was struggling to breathe because i was struggling to breathe. ❞ he even spared a short laugh. ❝ it’s not your fault though. they’re the dumbasses who don’t know what they cook with. ❞ walking alongside her, he pressed his hands into his pockets to try to sedate the shivers. or at least that’s what he’d say. retreating into himself in uncomfortable situations was how he coped until he lashed out.

he was thankful for the silence that followed them into the treatment area and as he shifted himself to sit atop his assigned bed, he stole a glance in her direction. she was practically wearing her worry on her sleeve. perhaps he’d been numbed to it all by the few visits he’d gone through over the course of his life but it was nothing new to him. for someone who had no idea what to do with it all or what it was all about, the air of the life threatening danger seemed the most memorable. presenting the veins on the inside of his arm for the nurse by rolling up his sleeve, he made a small attempt to alleviate her concern with a small explanation. ❝ it’s no big deal now. a bag of corticosteroids and i’m good to go. the worst of it is over. ❞ with the iv in place and the needle inserted, he finally let himself relax. it was always the actual medication that made him calm down. a reassurance that he was going to be okay.

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