#'and now that you're old you will NEVER run into ANY problems ever... you're adults and life is perfect with no interesting challenges'

[bugeyedfreaks]

I forgot about Craig potentially going to work on both of his upcoming shows (Fosters and PPG) at the same time, or is he going to? Cause this does made me fear for the quality of both shows, he seems to be more passionate about Fosters than the Girls, I’m already lowkey bummed that Genndy isn’t with him cause he said he does action so well.

Also I don’t know, I think I kinda agree with him about unable to tell stories when the PPG are older, cause they would lose their charm and uniqueness, cause what do you even do with adult PPG, what stories can you even tell with them that isn’t just fanfiction?

It sounds like both shows happening at the same time would be the case from everything I've heard, and it's something that's been bugging me for a while (again, trying to stay neutral, but ughhhhh). And yeah, that's a bummer that Genndy wouldn't have anything to do with a new show. They could always get someone else who's well-versed in animation action, but I just generally feel that the vibes are gonna be off this time around no matter what. Again, could be proven wrong (and I would be ecstatically happy if it worked), but that's how I feel. It wasn't realistically possible but 2016 felt like it would've been such a prime time to get more of the gang together to do a better reboot. Through no fault of anything but the unfortunate, relentless march of time and death and illness, we're not gonna be able to get everyone involved in the secret sauce of the OG show now anyway. That said, of course, that doesn't guarantee that something new can't be great, but it does feel like a lot of factors might work against the new show and that the passion's not there for PPG to begin with (the passion for money, on the other hand... 😭).

And again, I'm more of a fan of the girls as kids fighting crime, but anything is possible if you're creative enough and thoughtful enough. I mean, his wife made a show about dorky high school superhero teenagers who were originally adult superheroes that (from what I've seen) was charming and unique. I feel like something good in reverse could be done. It was more this insinuated notion that girls (even superpowered ones) aren't anything ~special~ once they become older that rubbed me the wrong way.

[itoshi-s]

i'm sorry i'm sorry i saw your tag about older brother's best friend aiku and i actually SCREAMED because that's such a thought inducing idea . . . he does have that vibe, and he pulls it off so well !! i feel like he fits the trope of someone you've known your whole life but who was always just a bit too old for you to actually spend time with — until you eventually get a bit older too and start getting closer with him and that's when the fun starts yk lmao

i'm- babes i am looking so respectfully this is SO right 🤕

˚୨୧⋆ 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑖𝑎

wc: 1.3k. cw: slightly suggestive, reader is referred to as sister/might be femcoded, this started as a drabble and well.. we're here now, could be dc potential, could just be some pining ꒰ minors/ageless blogs dni ꒱

you've known aiku since what feels like forever, and he's always had this confident, slightly intimidating aura to him, even back when all three of you were just kids. the age gap between you two wasn't anything crazy, at least not by the time you were both grown adults, but the four years seemed to pose more of a problem back when you were still in school. you were always a bit timid around your brothers friends, palms growing clammy when you'd have to come into his room and call them for dinner or fetch something - but they were only ever nice to you anyway. you were just there, your brother's little sister, perhaps a bit too young to fully understand their jokes or why they're so clumsy when stumbling up the stairs at 3 am. but hey, it's not like you felt bad about it, really.

your brother and his friends were good kids, however - oliver included. never got into too much trouble, always so respectful when coming over and talking to your parents. by the time your brother dropped soccer somewhere in the middle of high school, aiku was already considered a national gem and proudly carried the weight of being japan's hope.

finally about to step into the lifestyle you saw your brother and all his friends engage in for the past few years, you weren't surprised at all to only ever see aiku, the nicest one of the group (the most handsome, too) on the tv screen anymore. he's left for some kind of soccer project, then got scouted by the ubers back in italy, and you truly felt so happy for the boy after everything you've seen him go through. the two of you wasn't exactly close, not at all, but he's always been so kind to you, told you sincere words on how you should never give up your dreams no matter how silly they felt; helped you with the stupid physics project that your brother couldn't figure out for the life of him, either (it runs by blood, after all).

you don't keep in touch with any of the guys, but stumble upon some of them on the streets of your hometown ever so often. you exchange smiles, familiarize each other with what you're up to now, then go off with your day as usual.

(you don't know each of them teases your brother on how well you've grown. he tells them to shut the fuck up every time cause, fuck, the thought alone is gross, and he'd rather kill them than allow you to get involved with either of 'em.)

oliver's the one you see the rarest. it's only natural with his field of work, busier than anything any of you could ever put your minds to. it is kind of funny to see his face on gossip sites, though, so if there's ever any disappointment threatening to build up on you, it works just well to ease it.

the first time you properly meet him again after three or four years is when you just happen to be going through the worst shift you've had in ages, and he's the one most annoying client, casually stepping into the store mere minutes away from closing.

"aiku-kun?" you sound surprised when you make out the familiar features, sharp yet warm eyes flickering under the bright lights when he grins.

he sets the ramune bottle down, pushing it in your direction.

"in the flesh", he chuckles, "you doing night shifts now?" the man asks, almost sounding just as taken aback (one thing he remembers about you is that you've never liked to stay up late, and hated being out when it got dark).

you just give a shrug.

oliver learns you're not silent because you're busy ringing him up or still shocked to see him - you sniff and wipe at your eyes haphazardly and only then does he realize that you're feeling down, and probably cried at the back minutes before he came in.

"they're paying me better for these," you mumble, manicured nail tapping on the register. you don't look up when speaking, too embarrassed to let him see you this messed up when he looks so stupidly handsome. italy treated him well- time, too. "is that a-"

you glance up upon the sound of clinking glass. there's another bottle of soda standing next to his, and it just happens to be your favorite flavor, too.

(he remembered, and as sweet as it is, it's not a big deal. then why are you blushing? why are your palms suddenly clammy, like back in the old times?)

"wrap it up, i'll be waiting outside." oliver offers, thick lashes fluttering as he blinks. almost expectantly, but it's not like he wants to pressure you into agreeing. (it'd be nice, though. and you just happen to be as meek as always, and crumble under the intensity of his gaze instantly - as if that's what his true motive was all along.) "unless you're busy?"

you shake your head, wiping your hands on the back of your jeans. "no, not at all."

you join oliver on a quiet drive down the streets of your neighbourhood, eventually reaching the local view spot that you've spent all too many late nights at - both of you. the only difference's that it's all nostalgia to him, and it's still your very present, a weekly way to hang out - perhaps just following what your older siblings did.

and even though it's your very first time sitting in a car so expensive, the defender's presence is oddly comforting. familiar, in a way, and you only ever realize how much you've missed it when he wordlessly encourages you to open yourself up before him. he's always been so effortlessly charming, inviting in a way - and he still is, even though your heart wants to leap out of your chest when his fingers brush along yours as he helps you push the round marble down.

"so," the brunette clears his throat, "he dumped you over a text?" he knocks the bottle neck of his drink with yours, bicolored gaze seemingly burning through you as he watches you nod.

you hum, taking a sip of the bubbly beverage and looking out the city's panorama. oliver rolls his eyes, rubbing at the nape of his neck and leaning back in his seat.

"that's a real dick move, you know?" he states matter-of-factly, to which you snort, "guys like that don't deserve your tears, kid."

"says who," you quip. from your peripheral, you notice him turn his head back to you. "i've seen the articles, loverboy. m'not sure if you're the best advisor." you tease, cheek resting on top of your bare shoulder as you grin at him.

the man bites back a laugh, canines on show when he smiles to himself and frankly, the sight's making your tummy flutter with an unknown, fairly new feeling, no matter how much you try to ward the butterflies off.

you don't know it yet, and aiku's quite sure of it, actually - there's the exact same sensation bubbling somewhere in his chest, too, when he shamelessly, ravenously takes in the soft glow of your skin, decolletage on show thanks to the tiny spaghetti strap top you're wearing. your eyes are as wide as ever, despite all the burdens and daily struggles simmering behind your affection and interest-blown pupils, and there's this almost dreamy, captivating smile, one that beautifully compliments your now more womanly-like, refined features.

perhaps it's better you don't ever become familiar with the thoughts that start to simmer in his head - you, moaning into his mouth as he steals kisses from those taunting, plush lips of yours, that he's sure currently taste of the artificial sweet pineapple you're sipping on; you, down on your knees in front of him, giving him the same soft, gullible look, on the verge of pleading for all the attention he forwent in the past.

and fuck, he's aware of it - annoyingly so - but oliver has agreed to let go of a few too many things in life already.

you're not about to be one of them, too.

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[vaspider]

Hi there! I hope you're doing alright.

A few days ago I was doing some Poking About on the internet and I stumbled upon a blog post titled "I Hate 'A is not for Ally'". It was written by a fellow asexual person, so intrigued, I went to read it. Reading that post lead to reading a few other posts, all about the history of the A in the LGBTQIA acronym. These posts were made by queer people who were born sometime between the 80's and 90's; they said that back before the internet helped a-spec activists fight for aroace/agender visibility, most people understood the A to stand for Ally, as a way for closeted people to have plausible deniability when they attended queer events without having to announce to everyone that they were "queer" or "questioning".

I couldn't find a lot of information about this online so I made a poll hoping to see if any of the Tumblr ""Olds"" TM (aka: queer people over the age of 25-30) on here would be willing to volunteer their input. Would it be alright if I asked you to boost the poll? (it's the pinned post on my page).

If you'd rather stick to answering with your own experience or tossing my question to your followers, that's all good too.

Hope you have a wonderful day!

I've written a fair bit about this - it was Ally then for the reasons that you state.

I've seen a lot of people say "well, that's what it meant then but whatever it has to change." And I wonder how fucking heartless they have to be to insist that it's more important to pull the fig leaf that people still use to protect themselves away from them than it is to just hush and leave that there for those that need it. It doesn't hurt you to continue to include others the way you fought to be included.

Usually, I'm a lot more relaxed about that kind of thing and say things more patiently and gently, but I've rather run out of patience for a lot of this penny-ante intracommunity shit. We are at the Hirschfeld book-burning stage of trans genocide ramping up. Oklahoma just passed a bill through its House of Representatives that would make HRT, GCS and all other gender affirming care illegal for adults and impossible to cover via any OK health insurance, regardless of where performed. Montana just passed a bill out of committee that would make it impossible to change the sex marker on your driver's license or birth certificate, ever. Iowa Republicans want to add a trigger clause to the state constitution to outlaw gay marriage, because they are coming for Obergefell. I'm pretty sure I can never move home, because I can't count on PA being safe for my family.

I don't actually fucking care anymore what random people on the internet think "A" stands for in the acronym. "What the acronym is" is a problem from 2015, not now. If generic-you think it can never stand for Ally and must only ever stand for Ace/Aro/Agender, and fuck those people who are still in the closet, fine.

You're an asshole, but I'm not arguing with you anymore. I've got real fucking problems to worry about, and so do you. Next question.

[theprincessofpowerremake]

hey i got a notif for a post of urs bc my gif was on it. normally i would ignore it. however. im in my 20s now but once upon a time i too was a depressed 13 yo running a tumblr blog, very similar to yours, dedicated to being really mad about a story that disappointed me. so i speak out of sincere sympathy and not a desire to be mean when i say: please do literally anything else with your time. read a book. practice a hobby. it is simply not that serious

for anyone who might be at least somewhat like what the person is talking about:

as of right now, you might be young and prone to change. things are difficult to process, awkward, scary, and you might not even know who or what you are just yet. but take your time and be kind to yourself.

by all means necessary, let your anger out. vent. complain. be sad. be angry. just don't let it hurt you or anyone else, okay? and, if you're like me, and don't necessarily feel comfortable being emotional, that's okay too.

try to find something to do, to distract you. play with a fidget, engage in activities, offline or online, try to connect with your peers. make something of your own.

whatever you're feeling is valid, and you deserve love and support. regardless of your age, living situation, mental health, etc., if any of you ever need anything from me, my messages are open. note, i might not be quick to responding all the time, but i will always respond.

i'm here for you 🫶🏾

.

now onto you.

i find it funny that you think you have the right to project your past onto me when i'm nowhere near in your previous position. not anymore, at least.

i'm not buying your condescending politeness, and you suck at actually guiding people ( if that's what you think you're doing, which i doubt ) to become healthier, happier people.

to be honest, i'm almost laughing that you thought this was genuinely okay to send, even more so anonymously, if you're not just being a dickhead who thought was doing something for a 'child'.

i'm not a child. at least, not in the way you think. i'm 18 now, legally an adult in most if not all places, and my development from being 13 years old to now is huge, especially since i'm now taking medication, getting into therapy, and have done a lot to accommodate my neurodivergencies, and have been all the better for it.

you have a serious problem if you think every single account that criticizes something is either a child or is taking things too seriously, when i'm 99.9% certain you've seen the show you made a GIF about as a revolutionary piece of queer media for children.

to think so low of someone you have never met is, frankly, cruel, demeaning, ridiculous, and shameful. according to this, you're a full grown adult, and yet, you think being like this will actually help anyone? will actually teach children to be more kinder to themselves? to help teens or young adults to not be so consumed by negativity?

i am not the person you think you're talking to, and even if i was, you yourself have a lot more growing up to do if you think you can talk to me like that.

the audacity of you.

[uberrapidash]

I am once again trying to revive my mostly-dead ACNH Discord server!

We are a small group of young/younger(?) adults (like, 20s to early-30s. Oh no, I'm feeling old.). Most of us are neurodivergent, and some of us are LGBT+ (I'm both!). There's about 50 members in the server right now, but don't let that fool you--only about 5 people ever say anything! TwT' (That is either a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what you might be looking for.)

We do not heavily moderate, mostly because no one ever causes any problems. Our members are good about appropriately putting spoiler tags on certain kinds of content. To give you an idea of what we're like, recent conversation has been about cats, potted plants, aphids... Ah, who am I fooling. We're just a bunch of nerds

The off-topic chats are separated from the game-related channels, so you can totally just mute the off-topic stuff if you want. Also, among the off-topic chats, there are separate channels for vents, discourse, food, and neurodivergent chat--so you can definitely tailor your experience (for example, mute the #vent channel and never get notified of drama!).

When you join, you will have limited access to the server. In order to gain full access, you have to accept the rules in the #rules channel by selecting an emote signifying that you have read the rules. Then you're in!

Send me a message if you have any questions or run into any problems, either here on tumblr or in Discord (I am also uberrapidash on Discord).

https://discord.gg/c8Xt7QykmS

[jojomaxine]

Modern Diopucci AU - fight ahre

Set in the Modern Diopucci AU

reminder: past divorced jonadio. I am here just being cringe. enjoy if you do, fuck off if it angers you.

Things had been tense for a while. The couple had never had as many arguments as they've been having lately.

—Dio —Pucci sighs, lowering Verdena to the ground. He looked like something had happened— You can't keep things like this anymore.

—"Keep" what? —Dio raised an eyebrow, a slight confused expression as he stopped looking at his phone.

—Your sons —Pucci explained, encouraging Verdena to go play with the toys and games left for her in the living room, before turning back and taking a seat in front of Dio on the kitchen table. Verdena obediently went her own way, a bit curious of the conversation that was about to delve but knowing that she always got bored with the dealing of topics she couldn't quite grasp yet. After the girl was out of sight, Pucci continued— You can't keep giving them money. It's not solving any of their problems. Donatello keeps getting fired because he can't behave properly at work. He knows he'll always get what he needs from you anyways. And Ungalo is not paying therapy. You know what he's spending that money on.

Dio seemed the slightlest irritated at that. Pucci was not one to hold back his complaints, and although it was something Dio deeply admired from him, it sometimes backfired and put him in bothersome situations as well. —What else do you expect me to do? They're adults. They're old enough to know what they're doing. I'm not gonna run behind them monitoring whether or not they keep up with their responsabilities.

Pucci's lips frowned more at that. He knew that Dio was fully aware of the way he was ignoring the logic.

—You're not taking care of them and I'm having to do it instead. You know it well, they always come to me. May I remind you who their father really is?

—Don't pull that on me, Enrico. I never asked you to do that for me. You're always like this, haven't you noticed? —Dio tsked, now fully setting down his phone on the table— You put weight you're not ready to carry on your back and you get mad with me when it doesn't turn out well.

Pucci breathed in. Dio was purposefully being obstuse. Pucci was not Jonathan. He wasn't going to fall into the way his partner twisted his actions to fit a story that was not true. Dio knew that, yet still tried to treat him as if he was as naive to fall into it as the Joestar was. He took a few moments to reply, just watching his husband in silent anger.

—You know that's not right, Dio. You asked me that one time. You asked me if I loved you with all of what you carried on your back. You asked if I was willing to share that weight with you, and I said I was. You may not ask me to do it directly, but it's an issue that will fall on someone sooner or later, and you only worry about your children or mention them when I am the one who gets so overstressed and stop worrying. And even then, you don't move a finger to make things better. —He was quick to accuse, delivering his words with a voice a lot more calm than what he was actually feeling inside— I congratulate you for being able to watch your kids destroy their lives in front of you and ignore it, but I can't do that too.

—Oh, for God's sake, Enrico. —Dio made a disgusted expression— Do not call them "children" as if they're not fucking grown ups. And of course I'm right. That's what you always do. —He insisted.

—Care explain what "always" is to you, Dio? —.

The older looked plainly angry now. He was being brought into an argument he didn't want to have right now, or ever. Being the impulsive asshole he often was, he couldn't shut his mouth before he said way too much.

—You didn't have to go "fix things up with Jonathan" for us, yet you did. You don't have to do that stupid, waste of time, Charitable Church thing. Heck, you didn't have to adopt your dead sister's baby when you knew your parents could have done it and saved us the trouble, yet you did. It's not on the rest of the world if you take care of things no one asked you for and get tired of them.

Pucci looked taken aback by that. He straightened back in his place, his expression pure disbelief and slight betrayal. He knew Dio was impulsive. Dio could spill venom when he truly wanted. But in those nasty moments he always was somehow being honest. Was that what he tought of Pucci's daughter? It took some time for the blond to notice he went overboard. When he changed from angry to regretful Pucci was already getting up.

—Wait- Enrico, dear —he had the decency of at least looking a little ashamed as he attempted to go after him. Pucci took a surprised but compliant Verdena in his arms again and made quick work of grabbing the keys the and satchel bag he always took outside, and only looked back to Dio with very cold eyes when he was at the door. —I don't want to see you right now. I'm gonna take some air and think. I advice you to do the same.

And it was that way that Pucci went to Donatello's shitty apartment to try and cool down, and Dio called Jonathan for advice again.

[xiaoyanjiangw]

[Johnlock] Interruption of corporal punishment

 

A johnlock short story, I use Chinese into English.

35 years old Watson x14 years old Sherlock

 

 

*

Sherlock's stomach is against the man's thigh, his head is hanging in the air, and he is lying on his stomach to accept the punishment, and his alpaca coat is wrapped around his small body. Sherlock's legs are still flapping around, which makes the doctor feel that he is lying on his legs.

 

Is it a cat or a rabbit... ? Watson begins to hate his own messy brain. Sherlock is only 14 years old. His development is a little slower than his peers, and he is always following his butt, which makes John feel like raising a child... Sherlock is the cutest kid he's ever seen, whether he's wearing a blue ice silk robe or a little black trench coat. Oh, and because Sherlock's little face looks smart, Watson doesn't recommend spending too much time with him on his days off.

 

The doctor rubs the wooden ruler in his hand and takes one look at Sherlock's small brown leather boots, which are half off. The top of the shoe is caught back by the ball of his foot. "Take it off." He points to where his boots are, even though Sherlock can't see them.

 

Who knows how many new clothes he has in his closet that Watson hasn't seen before? Sherlock loves to wear his little black trench coat when he's out and about, but because it's so skinny, that belt is just for display at home. MMHHHMMM... He's very good at dressing himself... Well, John actually used the very adult word "dressing up" as if in his heart he thought Sherlock was dressing up for John, a thought that made John sick.

 

"Don't." As Sherlock said this, he kicked his boots off. The leather boots tumbled a few times, and the metal cat decoration on the upper made a screeching sound when it hit the floor.

 

It's so cute that when Sherlock comes running up to him in his little leather boots, John automatically bends down to greet him, even though Sherlock doesn't like to yell like the other kids.

 

It's just... Sherlock tricked him... Having fooled all the doctors, he thought everyone was stupid, and John couldn't imagine what the child would do when he grew up.

 

"Oh, you came here and pretended to be an autistic child to gain my trust, and then what?" Watson picked up the wooden rule and slapped the boy's feet. Without a sound, he squeezed the doctor's thigh with his right hand. "Sherlock, you have an IQ higher than any other 14-year-old, and you chose to cheat a psychiatrist into the inpatient department, along with a surgeon? You did a good job."

 

John recalls the countless times he's half-crouched in front of Sherlock to read him a storybook, or driven the adorable (not cute yet!) kid around. Going for a ride in the suburbs, just to make him feel better.

 

 

*

 

"Autism?" The doctor pinched the report form and his jaw tensed. He couldn't believe it... Is that why Sherlock has never spoken?

 

"Grade 3 autism and major depression." As he silently read a few lines, the muscles in his thighs began to contract.

 

*

 

"I was so worried about you, and now you're telling me it's all fake?" As the doctor's breath grew hotter, he could not control his anger, which John hated most: deception.

 

People in social groups often choose simple lies to maintain relationships, but Sherlock, who can turn the most important part of the word into a lie, will he normally integrate into some normal relationships when he is an adult? The answer is no. Taking a step back, Sherlock's behavior is simply because he's... He despised no one, the other doctors, John, his brother Mycroft... He's just happy to play around with everyone and watch them laugh when they wake up. What will Sherlock become in the future? The worst thing is that his heart knows how to show the good side, his face is very beautiful, no one will refuse a beauty with high intelligence, this is... The problem.

 

Sherlock shuffled back and buried his face in the doctor's lap, his knees against the hard floor, his toes curled up in his socks, and his head rubbing against the doctor's thigh.

 

Acting coquettish? Wronged? Or what? In any case, John's face grew serious, and it was impossible to spoil him any longer.

 

"You've lied to me for so long, is it hard to say Sorry?" Dr. Watson felt his thighs start to get wet. "Are you crying? Sherlock, if you want to continue acting, I can only say that you've fooled me once again."

 

Sherlock's head starts to shake and the sobs become more pronounced. John tugs at the boy's hem and the man on his lap stops sobbing. "Okay, you stand up and tell me." The man said helplessly.

 

It's quiet, no sobbing, no clothes rubbing, and after five minutes, John suspects Sherlock has fainted.

 

"Sherlock!" John took the boy by the armpit and pulled him up. He saw that his pretty face was wet with tears, that his eyelashes were drooping, and that his lips were marked by teeth. Sherlock glanced up at John, and in no time, the boy was lunging toward the doctor, the soft flesh of his cheeks pressing against John's ribs.

 

Shouldn't Sherlock be the person most likely to say Sorry at this point?

 

“Sorry……… Sherlock……… I scared you, didn't I?" John held the boy closer and stroked his head. "Tell me what happened, will you?"

 

“John…… " Sherlock refuses to look up. His heart starts racing and his hands can't stop shaking. The boy remembers the conversations he heard in his hospital bed during the day: John... John…… They say John is going on a date ………… And... Sherlock isn't cheating. He didn't intentionally pass on those test results... Sherlock isn't lying!

 

Sherlock closes his eyes, tears squirting from under his lashes. He turns his head, not sure if he wants to be closer to John or further away. His heart is still beating faster. The fabric of Watson's jacket is pulled over Sherlock's nose, and his voice is slurred.

 

"You need to tell me what it is?" John mentioned the neckline on the back of Sherlock's neck, and suddenly he remembered Mrs. Hudson's cat, who always picked up the white cat like that.

 

"PFFF... Let go of me!" Sherlock rubbed tears into the doctor's chest, he pushed the doctor's hand, and sat on the corner of the bed by himself.

 

"You use... Ruler... Punish me with that!" The boy grabbed his pants leg and tears filled his eyes together. "John..."

 

John used to spend the whole weekend with Sherlock. Ever since he started dating... Sherlock will never see John again!

 

At first he thought he wasn't likeable enough because John's date... To be honest, they're pretty, and their hair looks smoother than Sherlock's, plus they're slender, not short like Sherlock, like a bantam cat... Sherlock wishes he could grow faster, so he starts eating more, but instead of making him taller, it's actually making his face rounder... J

 

Oh, my God, does anyone like a round bantam cat? At least John doesn't have Sherlock………… on his list

 

*

 

"I've decided to re-evaluate you." 'said the man suddenly.

 

"I don't need that..." He didn't want John to know he had anxiety problems, and Mycroft had him tested... Sherlock hates doctors' questions, so he chooses to disguise himself as having another medical condition.

 

"Just the two of us, okay?" Half kneeling on the floor, the doctor stroked the boy's shoulder with his right finger, and saw that the boy's eyes welled up again.

 

As John's brain starts to heat up, he remembers Sherlock's usual symptoms: a racing heart, insomnia, headaches, stomach aches... If his judgment is correct, this is the somatization of anxiety.

 

"... If it's just John and no one else..." He bowed his head, avoiding the doctor's eyes. "I can promise you that."

 

"Would you like to fill up your little belly before you begin?" John saw that the boy was in a better mood and couldn't help teasing him.

 

"I..." Sherlock doesn't want to be a bantam cat anymore anyway... But will the face become rounder?

 

The doctor squeezed the boy's face in his hand and took him back in his arms. "Trust me, everything will be fine."

 

END

[graylinesspam]

So there's a post on here, a quite popular one, that likens mental and physical recovery to cleaning a trashed house. I always liked that post, the way it describes recovery as a process that gets easier with practice but doesn't ever really become simpler, It made things i was confused about some much clearer to me.

That post helped me specifically understand because I had so much experience cleaning barely habitable houses. For most of my childhood I was tasked with cleaning jobs that were far outside of a normal 5-15 year old's skill set.

The actual post will say it a lot better than I can here but something about the process of starting at the entryway and working you're way in, learning new techniques, buying new tools, but ultimately accepting that with every room you clean, you will have to drag the mess through the rest of the house and end up getting all the clean places dirty again. That resonated with me.

Some backstory, I grew up with young and broke parents. Many of my early living conditions were filthy apartments and half-renovated farm sheds. I was cleaning almost as soon as I could walk. I had to learn fast. As I got older and our homes improved but it was because my father worked all the time and was almost never home, and when he was he was working side hustles. My mother was a bedridden depressed woman for many years. I had to learn to clean up after an adult's depression nest and myself and my own sister's mess.

I wasn't totally alone in it. My father, for all his absence, was practically a dream housewife when he was around. He could cook and clean and do repairs all at the same time in a horrible overstressed whirlwind. I had to pay attention in order to learn, but more than that I had to keep up with his pace. Just eight years old and tiny and underfoot, trying to learn the cleaning patterns of a grown man in a full tilt adhd hyperfocus cleaning session.

But I did learn. I learned to keep the clutter out of sight, To scrub away the worst of it. I learned to make games out of cleaning to get any help from my sister. Learned how to make throwing trash in the can from a stepstool several feet away into a competitive sport. I learned how to bribe her, and how to pace her, an episode of her favorite show for half a rack of dishes. I learned how to make ramen just the way she liked and trade it for a toybox filled up.

I even got not one but two full time jobs as a house keeper.

But that was before I had started to deal with serious health problems. Now I'm too sick to work. I struggle with making sure I just get up in the mornings and contribute something to the household. Part of my mind is stuck in a shame loop of becoming my mother and the other is preoccupied with the knowledge that my life has gone absolutely nowhere.

This fucking house has become my whole world the same way it always did in the summers when I stopped going to school and mom stopped getting out of bed. Every day I wake up and I do the work. Some days are harder than others. Some days I can even muster up some pride for what I do. It's been two godamn years and I'm finally getting to some of the deeper stuff. I got rid of the broken recliner. Mom is finally ready to throw out her dead uncle's stuff so there's more clutter I can clear away.

Every day I clean the same mess and some days I do impressive things like burning all the wood in the yard.

And it does look good. There's so much less clutter, and I've redecorated. Moved the furniture. Fixed up the yard.

But the carpet is still disgusting. It will never stop reeking of dog. And the floors coming apart and the dishwasher is slowly sinking into the floor and I know in my core that this place is decrepit and no amount of cleaning will make it livable in the long run.

And I don't really know how that became such an apt description of my life but it is. Because I've spent all my life knowing that I'd have to maintain my own mind, I knew how bad that your head could get, I've seen it. But my body is failing on me now too and I don't know how much cleaning you can do on a house if the ceiling is splitting and the floors are falling through.

[wild-polyce-boys]

About Us!

We are fictives from the spin off Detective Conan series Wild Police Story! There is two system running the blog, and five total alters! Below will be our respective introductions, blog rules, and DNI!

Hello hello! My name is Hiromitsu Morofushi, the co-host of the Nightwatchers System! I am 26, my pronouns shift depending on the day (as I am genderfluid!), and my special interests are true crime, music, and the outdoors! My tag is hiro.txt!

Hi..!! I'm Rei Furuya, the main co-host of the Zero System! I am normally 29, but I'm an age slider as well. I slide between 7 and 29, and Hiro is my main caretaker! I use He/They/She pronouns, as I'm nonbinary! I prefer they/them, but they all work! My comforts are Hiro, Date, Jinpei, Kenji, Kazami, and Shuichi (+his honkers). I enjoy soft things, sakura, and I will infodump about wps/ztt/dcmk and my memories if you open that up to me! My tag is rei.txt!

Yo! My name is Kenji Hagiwara, and I'm one of the mood boosters of the Nightwatchers System! I'm 27, use he/him pronouns, and I like fireworks (not bombs, bomb explosions are heavily triggering for me!), and Jinpei's sweet ass ;) (This blog is absolutely not for minors I'm sorry) My tag is hagi.text!

Hi, my name is Wataru Date, but you can call me Date, as I know Takagi is also in our system. I am a protector and mood booster in the Zero System. I'm 28, use he/him pronouns, and I'm bisexual. I somehow got roped into this relationship, but hey, I guess it makes sense as we much closer than any friend group I've ever seen. I enjoy picnics, talking with my friends, babysitting Rei when he is small, and hugs. I am so lucky to have my friends back honestly, and I'm very happy to be here! If you need anything, I'm your man! My tag is date.txt!

Sup! I'm Jinpei Matsuda. 26 years old, he/they pronouns, I am one fuckin chaotic bisexual. Girls? Hot. Men? Hot. Hagi's perfect ass? . I'm a sexual alter, but I'm also a mood booster an a protector. I can get kinda aggressive, but I never mean ta hurt anyone's feelins. I like tinkerin with shit like our desktop (yeah motherfuckers I built our computer, suck it ), affection from my boys (an a lil from Sato if she's still inta me), an Hagi. Jus everythin about that man gets me goin in the mornins. I'm yer guy if ya got a problem with us cause I ain't fuckin around with ya (the four a them though, can't say I haven't). My tag is jinpei.text! Now with that out of the way, its time for the important stuff: System Rules and DNI!

Blog Rules: -PLEASE do not interact sexually if you're a minor! Not only are both of us adult bodied, but all of us are older adults! -On that note, do not interact sexually unless given permission to do so from the one you're interacting with! It will make us uncomfortable, as we are all partners!! -We are not characters, we are alters in a system! We are our own individual people, please respect that!!! -Please respect any triggers we might mention and do not spam them or make them worse. Drive any of us to a panic attack or meltdown and I will absolutely block you instantly. DNI: -P*dophiles -Homophobes -Transphobes -Any "-phobes" tbh -Racists -DDLG -And any other creeps or biggots Thank you for reading! Ask box is open, I hope we get some asks soon!

[klbexon]

Of Course I Didn't Procrastinate. Really. …Okay, I Did- But You Don't Have To!

So, now you've found the time to get writing, how do you actually...get on with it?

In a society where everything is instant, everything is everywhere, it's tricky to stay focused on one task for long. You can start off with good intentions, but soon find yourself watching videos of cats reacting to cucumbers. We’ve all been there.

Now, the obvious answer is to just put the distractions away, act like a grownup, and do the thing. If it were that simple, no one would ever get distracted from their goal. But in practicality, we need to plan around our inevitable plunge down the rabbit hole.

With that in mind, here are some ways we can be more productive:

First of all, scrap that list of vague, unachievable goals. Smart targets aren't just for work, they can be vital to any area of our lives where we want to achieve something. These are aims which are specific, measurable, achievable, relevant, and time- bound. Break down your goal- from what you want overall, to what that means for you on the day to day. And be honest with yourself if something is too much.

Block off time that is dedicated specifically to that goal. Maybe you want to make sure you have time to write every day, or perhaps you have a weekly date with your work in progress for editing. Whatever your aim, you will only ensure you regularly have time for it if you make it part of your schedule. For example, when I had no writing schedule, I would get to it whenever the other important stuff was done. But the joke was on me- as an adult, and as a teacher, the important jobs are never done! Once I set aside even just a couple of hours every Thursday and Saturday, I soon noticed that I was spending longer doing the writing that I love; I even found more time to do it on other days. But it was the writing routine which helped make my passion a habit.

This one is a tag on to the previous one, so I shall be brief- pomodoro! In short, the pomodoro technique is one that is used for those who struggle to dedicate time to a task, or cannot stay focused for long chunks, such as those with ADHD. For more information, check out my favourite source for ADHD information on YouTube, How To ADHD: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YLkOZhROvA4

Schedule what order your tasks need to go in, not what you want them to go in. This might sound odd, but putting off that one task till last that you really aren't sure you want to do will not be helpful in the long run. Knowing that task is creeping upon you as you go down your to do list will not make you feel good, even as you're checking off each one with a big old tick mark. Instead, try scheduling your least favourite one second. Yes, I know most people will encourage you to get the worst over and done with. But the very idea of beginning tasks at all is at risk when you schedule your worst to- do item at the top. Trick your brain into feeling good with a nice simple task to begin with and then dive right into your worst one while still riding the dopamine hit. You may still feel the task is unenjoyable or difficult, but you know that once you're done, there's nothing but an easier ride from there on in.

Accountability is my last piece of advice. Everyone has the temptation to put off tasks or scrap them altogether when no one is looking. It's why we have managers at work- it is natural human behaviour to want to do as little as possible when we can get away with it. Obviously, this little voice is a problem when the task we need to get done is also one we actually want to achieve. You can't write a blog post if you're pretending that you're too busy choosing the prettiest pen to buy for your writing notebook. And yes, that was my morning procrastination. Clearly, I need to follow my own advice. So the best way to combat that voice is with a stronger one- guilt. Now, I don't want anyone wallowing in buckets of shame over missing a task here and there, but I think we can utilise it to force ourselves to get on with the task at hand. I know that if I promise my husband that I will take out the rubbish before he gets home, nothing makes me run to the trash faster than hearing his car pull up. The same can motivate you in your writing, or indeed any other task that you just can't stay focused upon. Tell someone what you plan to get done that day, and you'll be surprised how much more motivated you are to finish it.

So, there's the list. There are plenty of other things to consider, like staying fuelled, rewarding task completion, and using white noise machines, but I think I've distracted you enough for one day.

Now, go do the thing!

No, seriously. Go do it.

[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 52

A little dark-haired boy before my eyes. A shy boy with big, soothing, bottomless blue eyes, calm and serene pools that always drawn me in. Those eyes. I would have recognized him anywhere by them.

I was in third grade when I first met him. We had to move, once again. Because of me, of course. Because of who I am. Because of my "problem". Word gets around fast, I know it well. Unfortunately, you can't just run away and start life from scratch if you're a monster. People begin to ask questions, and it's hard to explain them what's wrong with me. Why I can't be touched, but why I can safely touch inanimate objects. It's impossible to warn them without saying that I'm dangerous. And every time they started to hunt me like a witch. This girl has no place among us and our children.

No one really knew what was wrong with me, but no one even tried to figure it out. People judge without going into details, thinking only about themselves. And I can't blame them for that. But no one ever asked me how I felt. Monsters don't feel, they cause harm. At least that's what everyone around me used to think.

I still don't know why I was forced to visit school instead of home teaching. I think one of the reasons is that my parents tried to pretend that everything is normal. At least as long as possible. Or maybe they wanted me to be around them as little time as possible. I don't know the true reason, and it's unlikely that I'll ever find out it now.

I had to always completely cover my body, wear gloves even in the heat. It was possible to communicate with me if someone wanted to try. Without touching. But the rumor quickly convinced everyone around me that I was an outcast who shouldn't be approached. 

There were always whispers around me. She's a freak. Her skin under her clothes is green like a frog, and if you touch it, you will become the same. She was kicked out of her old school. She's a psychopath.

I heard all this so often, both from strangers and from my own parents, that I already believed it myself. Believed I was a terrible monster. So I never wanted to see myself, my face that everyone hated so much.

If adults had been a little kinder, if their fear hadn't controlled them, then perhaps their children would learned to treat me with understanding. Maybe I would even found a friend with whom I would talk for hours on end about everything in the world. But I never blamed the world for it, I blamed myself. If I were a normal person, no one would have to fear for their lives when I'm around. And not in vain, as it turned out later.

Perhaps if we had moved less often, sooner or later someone would have got used to me, look at me differently. Someone just as unhappy, unloved by others. Some monster lover who would have said it's cool. But I didn't have a single chance. We moved before anyone could even try to get closer to me, get to know me a little better.

I'm used to everyone just staring at me, never talking to me. Some tried when I was younger, but they were scolded by adults for it. So they were wary of me. The older I got, the angrier the kids around me became. They quickly realized that I was a perfect target for ridicule, who never snaps back.

I was young enough then. I still knew how to cry. Hating myself, my life, my skin…

They were afraid to touch me, so any improvised objects were used: textbooks, stones. I still have scars, a reminder of how much I'm valued in this world.

And yet, more often than not, I easily found solitude. I always ate lunch alone by a chain-link fence. And I watched. At people, animals, clouds floating across the sky. I knew I would never be able to become a part of this world. Never. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. But I liked just watching from the sidelines.

This was before the diseases became so common that death was a natural part of conversation. This was before we realized the clouds were the wrong color, before we realized all the animals were dying or infected, before we realized everyone was going to starve to death, and fast. This was back when we still thought our problems had solutions.

That's when I met Adam. A boy who always walked to school. The boy who sat three rows in front of me. We studied together for only two years before my parents took me away again. But during this time I managed to make sure that his parents treated him just awful. He wasn't a monster like me. But his clothes were much worse than mine, his lunch nonexistent. In these two years, I never saw him eat. Sometimes he came to school bruised.

I could have believed he was just fighting with the neighborhood boys, but one incident convinced me that wasn't the case. One morning he came to school only for the third period. I saw him run with all his might, limping and writhing in pain. His clothes were torn, his hands were bruised. Later I accidentally saw him talking on the phone. Adam spoke quietly, almost inaudibly, but I heard him say something about medications. From the conversation, I realized that he was calling his father. And the man was shouting so loudly that even at a distance, through the phone, almost all of his words were clearly audible. He humiliated Adam, said that Adam was worthless piece of shit, that he didn't want to know him and that he should have beaten him better so that Adam would be smarter instead of distracting him. Adam was only eight years old. Since then, I knew for sure that his father was the one who did this to him.

I followed him because I just couldn't stay away. Adam didn't cry for as long as he could until he was sure he was alone. Only then did his body break into heaving sobs, he fell to the ground, his hands clutching his hurted belly. I couldn’t look away. I felt so sorry for him, I wanted to help him so much, but I knew I could only make things worse. I'm not the best source of comfort. So I just left.

From that moment I started paying attention to Adam Kent.

"Juliette?"

I'm sitting on the bed with my back to the door.

I don't know what to believe anymore. I don't know this person anymore. Who is he? My friend, my ally, my enemy? He lied to me. How can I trust him after that?

I need more oxygen, so I take deep breaths. I desperately wish my hands weren’t trembling treacherously. I don't want to see Adam. I don't want to see him. 

"Juliette." He says again, softer this time, and my mind is in a blender, and I'm made of mush. Everything is mixed up and I want to trust Adam absolutely again, but I just can't. 

I wish I could just hug him now. 

I won't turn around.

"You always knew who I was." I whisper.

He doesn't say anything. Nothing at all. No explanations, no excuses, no apologies. And suddenly I desperately want to see his eyes. I suddenly need to see his eyes. Because I want to know what should read in them when he's just silent like that. I get to my feet, turn to face him, only to see that he's looking at his hands.

"I'm sorry." That's all he says.

My eyes close on their own. Was it really all a cheap performance? From the beginning to the very end, up to this very moment. Absolutely everything. What happened in the cell: when he stole my bed, asked my name and wanted to know about my family. It was all a show for Warner. For the guards. For anyone who could watch. But he continued to play his part even when no one was watching. Maybe. Or it all was one endless spectacle staged by Warner, in which they both played the main roles. And I'm sick of it all. From both of them. From all these games and cruel lies.

Was it all insincere? His attempts to support me, his beliefs that I'm not a monster. I can't believe that I was so afraid he would find out the truth about me, about what I had done. But he knew everything from the very beginning and didn't even try to let me understand it.

The shadow of betrayal hangs over me like the sword of Damocles. What should I believe in? Where is the truth in this world of illusions? Who's the real one here? I don't know anything anymore. What was a game and what wasn't. Who is the real Adam? Did I even know him at all? Was everything that happened between us Warner's plan? Did Adam follow orders?

I wonder if Warner has knew more. What if my ability to touch Adam isn't an accident? Maybe Warner's medications and procedures somehow affected me? Maybe he's learned how to control it. Maybe that's why he was so insistent when he asked me to touch him. And another, new frightening thought pierces my subconscious. What if he had already touched me before while I was sleeping? Maybe that's why he, for all his persistence, doesn't demand this from me. What if he'd already satisfied his curiosity? If so, if he knows that I can touch Adam… I don't even want to think that our touching was on the orders of the man I despise.

The person who tried to force me to show my power pretending to threaten someone I care about. 

He takes everything from me. Including this attachment.

Because he deliberately sowed this seed of doubt in me today. It wasn't coincidence that he told me the truth about Adam. All this is on purpose. It's all part of some inhuman plan of his. Because he's not human. He's a monster.

Just like me.

There are too many assumptions, probabilities, doubts in my head. I'm starting to feel a headache. I'm not trained for all this. I can't think like that. I don't know how to unravel someone's evil plans. One thing I know for sure, Adam knew everything, but he didn't tell me anything. Neither in the cell, when we were being watched every second, nor in this room, when no one seemed to see or hear us, when he had every opportunity to do so.

I'm angry, I'm terribly angry, I'm very offended. I have to stop myself. I should give Adam the opportunity to explain everything, and not imagine who knows what. After all, I just don't have the right to be angry. And if I don't want to completely lose the only person who has been kind to me, I need to try… I don't know what. Understand, accept, forgive? I want to give him a chance. I want him to reassure me, to convince me that he's not my enemy, that he's not in league with Warner. That there were reasons for his silence.

I cling to the last hope.

"Why didn't you tell me anything?"

Despair on his face. He wrings his hands, throws his head back, sighs heavily, runs his hands over his face.

"I... I wanted to… I tried. I didn't know how… I didn't know how you'd react. Understand me, Juliette. When I realized it was about you, I volunteered myself. It should have been me. Only me. To talk to you more closely, to find out what happened with to you, so that no one else offend you. But when I got into the cell for the first time…" his voice becomes almost a whisper, "I didn't know what was really wrong with you…"

I nod, trying to be understanding. He thought I was insane. It's logical, it's natural.

"And then… I didn't know how to say that I know your secret. Warner was watching us and I had to play all the time, pretend for him. And I didn't want to scare you… and then… It didn't seem so important anymore… I wanted to tell you everything. That I know everything about you, I know about what happened. And I would do it. But… I'm sorry, I'm sorry I did that. We always had so little time and this conversation… it would takes more. And I didn't want to waste precious seconds."

Is it easy to forgive? Is it easy to learn this or is it an innate quality? I don't know. I have little experience in this matter, as in everything in this life. But forgiveness doesn't seem to come so easily to me. I'm still terribly mad. I'm still terribly hurt. I still don't understand why he had to be silent for so long. But he finds explanations, kindly offers them to me, and I know that I must to believe it, accept it. Because Adam is kind to me, Adam cares about me, Adam is the only one who can touch me. And I bite my lip, lower my eyes, trying to find an excuse for him inside my heart.

Isn't he right? What would this knowledge change for me? It's not even a lie. He just didn't say anything. Without the purpose of confusing me or deceiving me. What am I really angry about? And I feel ashamed of myself. 

Adam comes up to me, extending his bare hand to touch my hand. I'm just watching, not reaching out to him, but not preventing either.

"I remember you at school… It was a wonderful two years for me. For two whole years I had been gathering the courage to talk to you." Tears, tears are blurring my eyes. "I was going to get to know you better, to tell you that you're such a good girl. I didn't have the courage all this time… But when I made the decision… I came to the school and they told us that you had moved. I regretted so much that I missed my opportunity… God, it was so long ago. You don't remember me at all."

I bite my bottom lip again. But right now I want to laugh and cry and scream and run. I can't choose which to do first and so I don't do any of it.

He thought I didn't remember him… Why didn't I even think about it?

"Of course I remember you." His eyes light up. A pond illuminated by the moon, in which millions of twinkling stars are drowning. I want to dive into this water, give it all of myself. Dissolve into this blue serenity. "You were the only one who ever looked at me like a human being."

I was so afraid that this nice boy had changed. That the years had killed his kindness and decency. I couldn't be happier knowing that it didn't happen. He's still on my side.

Adam never talked to me. Didn't get too close to me. But he was the only one who dared to sit near my fence. The only one who stood up for me, who prevented other guys from throwing rocks at me or insulting me. He himself was often subjected to ridicule, but this didn't prevent him from defending me.

He was the closest thing to a friend I ever had.

And I didn't have the opportunity to thank him at least once for everything he did for me. 

But now that I know he wanted to talk to me…  

My heart is a field of lilies blooming under a pane of glass, pitter-pattering to life like a rush of raindrops.

He's so tense right now, looking at me with his infinite universes. And he's still holding my hand for so so long. He's not afraid to take risks, he's fine. And I couldn't be happier.

"You've always known?" Three whispered words and he’s broken my dam, unlocked my lips and stolen my heart all over again. I can hardly feel the tears streaming down my face.

I didn't tell him anything either. I thought he didn't remember me too. I believed that I had always been invisible. I was afraid that if he knew more, he would turn away from me. We're so much the same. And it makes me extremely happy, elevates me to heaven. I think I've found my soul mate.

"Adam." I try to laugh and my lips trip on a stifled sob. "I would recognize your eyes anywhere in the world."

And that's it. 

This time there’s no self-control.

This time I'm in his arms and against the wall and I'm shaking everywhere, and he's so gentle, so careful, touching me like I'm made of porcelain and I want to shatter.

He's running his hands down my body running his eyes across my face running laps with his heart and I’m running marathons with my mind.

The mix of strange unfamiliar feelings is driving me crazy. I'm both pleased and uncomfortable. Anxiety doesn't let me go, but tenderness prevails.

"You believe me, Juliette, don't you?"

"Of course I believe you, Adam."

"You're not mad at me?"

"How can I be mad at you?"

He won't let go of my hands, my face. His skin against my skin. And these sensations capture me. All the unpleasant feelings fade into the background and I begin to experience real delight. I don't want to stop. I can't stop. Everything is on fire. My cheeks, my hands, the pit of my stomach, and I'm drowning in waves of emotions and a storm of fresh rain and all I feel is the strength of his silhouette against mine and I never ever ever ever want to forget this moment. I want to stamp him into my skin and save him forever.

His strong feelings overcome all barriers, destroy them, wash away dams with the flow of passion. And I'm so grateful to him for everything he has done for me and what he continues to do. I need him. I need more of him. I want to absorb him completely and without a trace.

He presses my palms to his face and I know I never knew the beauty of feeling human before this. I know I'm still crying when my eyes flutter closed.

These are uncontrollable tears. There's something disturbing about them, like I'm doing something wrong. But for the first time in my life I know that this is not the case. That my touches do not harm, they are welcome, I am welcome. And this realization only intensifies the tears. I whisper his name.

These are uncontrollable tears. There's something disturbing about them, like I'm doing something wrong. But for the first time in my life I know that I'm not. That my touches don't harm, they are desired, I am desired. And this realization only intensifies the tears.

I whisper his name.

And he's breathing harder than I am and suddenly his lips are on my neck, my collarbones, and I'm gasping and dying, and clutching at his arms and he’s touching me touching me touching me and I’m thunder and lightning and wondering when the hell I’ll be waking up. I never want to wake up. I never want to let him go.

Once, twice, a hundred times his lips taste my skin. I don't feel myself free or at peace, but anxiety is mixed with some other feeling: greed, need. It feels, like I'm starving and he's my first meal in days. I want his touch and I don't. I need him. And I wonder if it's possible to die of euphoria. He meets my eyes only to wrap his hands around my face again and I blush through these walls from pleasure, pain and impossibility.

I don't like that he broke away from me, I need to feel his touch. I feel the need for him. I want him to be all mine. Completely and entirely. I'm in the desert and he's a spring, and I want get drunk of him, drink him all up. I reach out to him with my hands, wrap my arms around his neck, stroking his arms. He's mine. He's mine. I need him so much. And I don't want it to ever stop. I didn't think that someone else's hugs would be able to evoke such emotions in me, that it's so nice to be able to touch someone.

I almost ruined everything once, but it won't happen again. I won't let myself mess it up anymore. And I'm ready to submit to his will.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." His voice is husky, uneven, deep in my ear.

I'm frozen in anticipation, in expectation and I'm so worried he'll kiss me, so worried he won't. I'm staring at his lips and I don't realize how close we are. Right now. This moment…

We are mercilessly pulled apart.

Someone knocks on the door. 

It's strange, frightening, unexpected, unusual. It can't be Warner, Warner never knocks. It could be soldiers. They could see us, they know something. I'm a criminal caught off guard. Fear overcomes me, and I rush from Adam to the far corner of the room, away from the knock, away from the door. 

Adam doesn't seem scared. He boldly and resolutely approaches the door, opens it, and I'm afraid to even try to look.

But I listen to the sounds so I know what to expect. Muted voices, hushed tones, and someone clearing his throat. I'm not sure what to do. What to do with myself.

"I'll be down in a minute," Adam says a little loudly. I realize he's trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

"C'mon, man, I just wanna see her…"

"She's not a goddamn spectacle, Kenji. Get the hell out of here."

"Hey, that's not fair. I'm in the Warner's personal guard, too. Why can't I ever even see her, and you can even be in her room?"

Some kind of sound, it seems Adam is trying to close the door.

"Wait, just tell me: does she light shit on fire with her eyes?" Kenji laughs.

This is such an unpleasant, disgusting laugh. He's laughing at me. He mocks, he's cruel and unfriendly. And he's part of Warner's personal guard. I cringe, slumping to the floor, crawl behind the bed so that I can't be seen. He's in Warner's personal guard. He can tell him about us. About Adam breaking the rules and coming into my room.

I curl into myself and try not to hear the rest of the conversation.

I fail.

Adam sighs. I can picture him rubbing his forehead. "Just get out."

Kenji struggles to muffle his laughter. "Damn you're sensitive all of a sudden, huh? Hangin' out with a girl is changin' you, man."

Adam says something I can’t hear.

The door slams shut.

I'm afraid to look out of my hiding place, but I do it anyway. His embrace a few minutes ago gave me a little courage. Adam stands by the door, confused. I don't know why, but I'm embarrassed too. It was such an emotional moment. We were caught. Almost. I can't look at Adam, so I go to the window to meet the bleak backdrop of a broken city. I lean my forehead against the glass. I'm a bird trapped in a cage. But I hardly believe it's much better outside.

I'm waiting for Adam to speak. Explain to me what's going on. Who was that, and what should we expect now. Should we be worried? But Adama doesn't explain anything to me. I hear his footsteps behind me, I hear his heavy breathing. He stops without touching me. I'm waiting.

"Come here." He says to me.

His voice sounds so soft, gentle. Maybe I need to worry, but Adam is so calm that I can't bring myself to. He's not afraid, and neither am I. If he is sure that everything is fine, then I have no reason to be concerned. I want to believe it.

I close the short distance that is between us, a couple of small steps on tiptoe forward, and he pulls me into his arms. Adam's arms slide around my waist. He breathes in the scent of my hair and kisses my head, and I've never felt anything so incredible in my life. I'm not human anymore. I'm so much more. The sun and the moon have merged and the earth is upside down. I feel like I can be exactly who I want to be in his arms. I can be just an ordinary person, I can be a human.

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[rogueemmy]

I'm having a cultural clash that I never expected to encounter. It's a bit of a so-called "first world problem" and might even sound like a humble brag, but I swear I don't know how to navigate where I am.

I have the flu. At "you're how old?" I've taken my first ever flu test (alongside a COVID test) and the machine spit out a + symbol. I'm now on anti-viral meds to fight it, as well as a few others for symptoms. I have insurance (now) and all but my copay is covered. My (current) job has paid sick days. (And yes, European readers, I'm in the U.S.)

I only went aggressive on the doctor for two reasons. First, we take a daily health assessment at work - a gift from Covid tracking. My temp was too high to pass. Second, I called out today on what is literally my first day back from a short vacation granted during a black out period. Honestly, I felt I needed to prove I was sick enough to stay home. None-the-less, I felt guilty all day, despite feeling like garbage.

As a kid, hell, most of my adult life, I've had no medical insurance of any kind - or some with insane copays and deductibles that felt like having no insurance. You simply did not go to the doctor unless you were all but dead. I'm well versed the uses of over the counter meds and leveraging them to deal with most common ailments. I had to teach my adult daughter how the health care system works, for she had almost no examples growing up. You have to soldier on, suck it up and do what is expected of you - no matter what.

My supervisor's boss is a work friend. She texted to ask how I was feeling. Told her about my flu test, my meds, and that I already felt much better. (My temp spiked again a few hours later, but that's not my point.) She chatted with our Department head, he decided I needed at least one more day off. (Frankly, I likely should take a couple - I'm really feeling it tonight.)

I KNOW I'm letting "everyone" down. (Honestly, I'm training a person for my role, so I'm really only burdening her with running before she can walk, and my supervisor with overseeing her work.) I know I wouldn't believe a "sick excuse" right after a vacation if I were my boss. I am fully aware I have an overinflated sense of personal responsibility, I do not give myself the grace I grant others.

It is a radical concept to simply go take care of my health needs. It is beyond comprehension that I'm being actively encouraged to take sick time - I've been badgered and begged to come in when calling off sick in other roles before. I feel grossly out of my element - and somehow I'm pressuring myself, willing myself to get better fast and make it up to my coworkers. It is a little like stepping into Narnia. Like a story in a book. A work fantasy that only exists on TV.

I don't know how to navigate this landscape. It is a workplace, and it isn't all sunshine and butterflies. But I don't know how to accept professional respect. It is...interesting.

[rphelperblog]

Chicago Med Rp Meme

inspired by @whomuses​

“What’s the difference between God and a doctor? God knows he’s not a doctor.”

“Every dumb, mean, stupid, vicious thing gets a light shown on it. The world would be a much better place, a much safer place, if people would just shut up.”

“Pride. It can literally kill you”

“People think sex is a touchy subject. Believe me, money is a lot touchier”

“You can’t erase things, but you can write over them.”

“Yeah, younger patients are the hardest. Very tough to draw a line between an actual disorder and good old fashioned adolescence.”

“Losing hope is not a sign of mental illness. It’s a sign of being human.”

“I became a doctor to save peoples lives!”

“In any case, the problem’s been resolved, and we can get back to business, saving lives, making money.”

“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not after you.”

“Another maniac going crazy in a theater. This the world we live in?”

“Try thinking like a doctor and not like a pregnant woman.”

You have my permission to go ahead as long as you can do so safely.”

Oh my gosh. Is everyone all right?”

Nobody’s dead.”

Great. When were you going to tell me?”

Maybe I just got tired of hearing the sound of my own voice.”

You hired a nurse for a reason.”

It's my decision! And I don't appreciate you trying to recruit more soldiers to your cause.”

No, I don't want to talk to my husband directly. That's why I hired a lawyer.”

I know you judge me, but in my country I was persecuted. I had to flee.”

I'm a surgeon. Show some respect.”

Those girls would have gone to someone else. At least I know what I'm doing.”

Hate me. Hate me as much as you want, bro. But I ain't walking away til I geet your consent for the surgery.”

Stop telling me things I already know.”

That you got off the black market because you don't have a license.”

I thought you said they were trying to help.”

How long have you been an alcoholic?”

You don't beat around the bush.”

They didn't do anything wrong. They shouldn't be punished.”

we can't let this play out in the media. The court that's really going to matter is the court of public opinion.”

That's quite a look. You enjoying hitting the lanes?”

It's mostly a fashion statement, but I do enjoy rolling a ball once in a while.”

Good. One less crisis to worry about but this guy's still trying to die.”

So you're putting me in purgatory instead?”

Okay. So we're on safe ground legally. What about morally?”

You are, but we're running out of time.”

How are your 15 minutes going?”

Yep. And two vaccinated, consenting adults.”

An innocent little baby had to suffer while there are a bunch of crooks in this world who get away with everything.”

For a soldier to ask for help, for a soldier to be afraid they might be one of 'them', that they could fall apart at any second.”

I think of people like you, people who served over there. You have so much courage, but when it comes to saving yourselves...”

Poor little girl. What did she ever do to deserve this?”

Is this gonna keep happening? Is it gonna get worse?”

I would too. That's why I like it down here. I'm -- I'm not good with suffering. It's just...too much up there.”

Nice fricking move. Right on sister. I knew you were smart.”

He's given me so much. How do I ever pay that back? “

How do you know you haven't already?”

I guess we're all given our measure of suffering. God's medicine”

I promise, from now on, I'll never argue with you.”

You will be an attending, so you won't have to argue with me. You can just boss me around.”

My fear is, is that you're gonna find a way to get yourself kicked off the staff. I'm curious to see how long it'll take.”

You dope. Nobody overrules him.”

Damned if you do and damned if you don't. I admit, it's a bit of a double standard. What can I say?”

I'm pretty sure that if that were me, I'd be raked over the coals by you right now.”

It doesn't have to make sense to us. If he believed he would longer if his wounds were dressed in green bandages, then we give him green bandages.”

Oh, come on, they barely have the energy to play canasta...whatever that is.”

It's not my job to listen. I'm a doctor. It's my job to decide what's best for him. “

You know, there's a reason for that. There's this new study out, says dating can lead to marriage.”

It's just a friendly dinner.”

Wonderful, the guy enforcing the rules is the one who's always breaking them.”

I suspect it was ego more than altruism. Great surgeons know the balance. You're confident, not arrogant. I like that,”

he totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.”

totally snores, but I don't mind. Oh, he does this thing where he shoots his dirty boxers into the hamper like a buzzer beater. [beat] Anyway, it's cute.

And discipline? Is that a nice way of saying I'm a tight ass?”

What you're doing may be legal, but it sure as hell isn't right. “

This is an emotional process. I can understand you're upset.”

Is this a happy ending?”

you think you know better...sounds like something you'd bust my balls for.”

This is why we all worked so hard to send you to medical school? So you could keep a bunch of party animals from getting hangovers?”

You've got to be kidding me. Ginger Spice is our doctor!”

Some idiot in supply added a zero to my order, so instead of four dozen, I...”

I always kind of envied the kids who went to church. You know, they were part of something. It's like they had their own tribe.

Oh, family drama, now you're in my wheelhouse!

You're family. We rise and fall together.

Only as often as the state requires.

So they ever give you guys breaks?

Then again, how many jobs are there where you literally get to save lives? 

Hey, take it from a former alter boy. Baptism's a piece of cake. A lot easier than a bris.

But I'm not religious. Wouldn't it be hypocritical?

Eh, think of it like a vaccination. Do it and get it over with.

Do you know the single greatest challenge that I face is trying to convince people that depression isn't a sign of weakness?

You're a good doctor. The world needs good doctors, you ass.

You don't like Chicago style popcorn? 

Mixing caramel and cheese flavors?

Sweet and salty. It's the greatest duo.

you're my brother, and I love you. But you need to grow up.

Why do you always take things out on me?

You know, when I'm faced with a snarling dog, I try to remind myself it's self-preservation that's making him show his teeth.

You don't have to show me how smart you are. And you don't have to please me. Just learn.

I've been an ass. Not just today -- since last week. Before that. I should not have yelled at you.

You? Wrong? Amazing.

Boy's will always want to be better than their fathers, which is precisely what their fathers want.

Oh, come on -- sport's the oldest form of group therapy. We yell, we scream. Testosterone spikes. Every now and then, we even get to believe in a miracle.

People do that sometimes. They sense they're at the end and they just want to die in a clean bed.

He saw something. You'll have to ask him when he wakes up.

This is not about you. This about *her* and what *she* wanted.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hello!! i was wondering - do you know any (mid-to-long) fics where the Hale/McCall Pack have survived the mess that is Beacon Hills and are known for being badass? (preferably Stiles-centric, with Erica, Boyd, and Allison still alive but it's okay if you can't find any like that!! really as long as it's Stiles-centric with a badass Pack in BH i will take whatever you find)

Here you go. Bamf!Pack.

Can I Phone A Friend? by damnfancyscotch

(5/5 I 17,466 I Teen I Stackson)

The worst part is that, this time, Jackson actually didn’t do a damn thing to cause trouble.

At twenty one, he’s enough of an adult to admit that he’s been the source of the majority of his problems over the years.

It’s called personal growth and he’s pretty damn proud of himself for getting where he is now.

But, seriously, this time, he really didn’t do anything.'

The Pack That Helps Their Alpha Fall in Love Together, Stays Together by MamaCas

(8/8 I 20,122 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek’s pack isn't stupid. Derek’s pack isn't blind. In fact, they’re five different people who all see the same thing; their Alpha is in love and won’t do anything about it. So they will.

What You Always Were by Wolfling

(1/1 I 24,102 I General I Sterek)

"You think Stiles sees something in me that no one else does."

"I think Stiles put a name to something that everyone who knows you sees in you," Cora said.

Derek blinked. "What?"

"Oh please. You already all but said you felt like the name fit you. You're at your best when you're protecting people, Derek. Speaking as your little sister, I can safely say you always have been. Don't you think that's something that people were going to notice?"

Molotov Cocktail by winchestersolstice

(10/? I 27,612 I Explicit I Stanny)

Stiles had never been sure where his place in the pack was until Derek had no problem reminding him that he didn't have one in the first place. Since then, a dejected and distraught Stiles continues to spend his time with Danny as well as skyping Isaac and Jackson while they're away.

Then he and Danny meet Aria, a Fairy that almost hit Stiles with her car. The three form a bond during the last couple months of school that lead into summer and when Isaac Jackson and four unlikely friends come back for junior year, it's a hell of a ride.

The nine of them begin to venture into uncharted waters in the form of pseudo pack dynamics and possible feelings for each other. It's a fire, a hungry and raging fire they're all too willing to feed.

None of them ever guessed that the nine of them could form their very own pack but one thing for sure is that the Hale-McCall pack is gonna regret getting on their bad side.

Anything for the Pack: Beginning by Mishteeshim

(14/? I 49,398 I General I Sterek)

Their names were whispered in secluded circles; in Stories parents would tell their children at night. They protected the territory, saved the town, healed the Nemeton, and restored harmony to the chaos. If you were tired, they let you rest. If you were hunted, they were the first to offer help. If a 500-year-old Fae was after you for some upset your great-great-grandcestor caused, well, the Beacon Hills Pack had a way of dealing with things like that too.

Keaton Was Better by words_reign_here

(14/14 I 122,871 I Mature I Sterek)

Sterek. D&S are not together, but Stiles’ dad catches Derek scent mark cuddling Stiles in bed (because, you know, pack reasons), and he chases Derek from the house with cries of Stiles being too young for him-Derek runs-he just jumps out the fucking window and runs into the woods. Stiles, of course, thinks this is hilarious, and plays along with his dad's assumption. Stiles hams it up for all its worth, calling Derek “honey” “baby” “sweetie” "puppy" to tease him. Derek is mortified but likes it.

[smutsonian]

Baby if you're taking requests can you do a slight darkish! Step daddy Ransom x naive!reader with daddy kink and innocence kink? The marriage was kinda a deal for money and like reader's mother died after marrying him due to some disease or accident and that has left her alone in Ransom's custody. Feel free to use any other kinks or things you like,also if you don't feel comfortable with any of the above mentioned kinks then you don't have to use them.❤️ I love you and your writings!!!😘

getting his little angel

ransom drysdale x reader

warnings: soft!dark!ransom drysdale, innocent!reader, dub-con/non-con, smut, stepdaddy!ransom, loss of virginity (i cringe), fingering, daddy kink, innocence kink, guided handjob, like one slap in the p, manipulation?, obsession, size kink?, creampie, corruption, ransom’s fucked up mind, age gap(reader is of age), death, the amount of the word angel and daddy used in this fic is annoying and cringe for me, this is dark and twisted so proceed with caution if you choose to proceed, don’t read if you aint fvcking with this type of sh*t

word count: 4105

an: THANK YOU NONNIE AND I LOVEYOU!!///i keep begging my friend to read the stories i write for validation and we are both getting tired of me writing the word daddy and me showing how obsessed i am with ddlg wtf anywayy... have fun with this one 😩 alsoo, gif aint mine

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Ransom married the woman for the sake of her money but he never thought of her daughter to be the treasure he’ll truly get from the woman. The daughter isn’t like every other young adult he’s ever met or bedded with. The daughter of the woman he married is different. Not a vicious little bitch like his cousin, Meg. No… The girl is different. An innocent pure little soul just living with him, there for the taking. A little angel that will give him joy and luck in his life. 

 And just his luck, and as evil as it sounds, he got blessed when his wife started to become sick just after a few months into their marriage. His wife becoming ill became the reason for him to bond with his little angel so he can comfort her and he became the man she found solace in. She started trusting him.

 And then the wife died, leaving Ransom with all her treasure. Including Y/N Y/L/N. The greatest treasure that he will ever have. He had to thank his wife for leaving you to him. For leaving you broken-hearted because he had no problem with taking care of you and helping you stand right back up on your feet. He wanted to do all that. He wanted you to believe that he’s the only person that you will ever need in your life. 

His little angel.

 It took a few months for you to stop sobbing every single night in Ransom’s chest as he cuddled you to sleep and another few months until the bundle of joy you were before started showing itself again. 

 The moment you laughed at Ransom’s jokes for the first time had him frozen in place as he watched your teeth shining as the corners of your lips curled up into a toothy grin. Ransom was captivated. He was captivated at the sight of you laughing genuinely for the first time after your mother’s death and he wanted to take a photo and frame it so he can look at it every single night before he falls asleep and every single morning when he wakes up. He wants to see your smiling face every time he wakes and before he falls asleep, knowing that he’s the reason for that enchanting smile.

 “Is something wrong?” Your small voice brings Ransom back to reality and he realized that you have stopped laughing, the beautiful smile on your face replaced by a frowning confused one instead.

 Ransom ignored your question, walking towards you and trapping you against the kitchen counter. He wears a smirk before using his big hands to brush your hair smoothly, the coldness of the ring on his pinky finger brushing against your cheek gently. Ransom bites his bottom lip as he looks at your innocent eyes staring right back at him, your head tilted up so you can see his face clearly.

 One hand moves to your chin and his thumb brushes your bottom lip, softly rubbing on it while Ransom’s mind went somewhere else where your mouth is wrapped around his cock as you sport your usual innocent look, asking him for help on how to pleasure him. Daddy’s little angel.

 Ransom pulled his hand away from your face before silently groaning at how his slacks became tighter as his crotch started getting hard at the thought of your mouth around his cock.

 “You know you look so pretty when you laugh.” He sighs out before patting you on the head and walking towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at you palming your own cheeks as you wear a small smile. His heart skips a beat for a second before he nods at you.

 “I like seeing you smile, angel. I wish you would do it more often. It’ll make this old man happier.” He wiggles an eyebrow at you before chuckling at the sight of you laughing once more.

 “There it iss” He smiles at your shaking form, wondering what you would look like if you were shaking for other reasons…

 “You’re not that old, Ransom!” You say in between your laughs and Ransom couldn’t remove the grin on his face as he watches you laugh at him.

 “Oh you’re laughing at me, are you?” Ransom quirks an eyebrow and watches you as you stop laughing, looking at him with a faux frightened look before he started running after you, eyes ringing in delight when you squeaked against his hold when he caught you, his fingers poking on your sides with no mercy.

 “No! No more!” You gasp for air as you continue to laugh.

 “R-Ransom!” You whined and just like the few other times, Ransom’s mind went into a gutter. Would this be how you sound when you’re moaning his name while he pleasures you? 

 Ransom pulls his hand away from you before letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright, angel… See that smile is so adorable on you!” He pinches both of your cheeks before laughing at the way you glared at him.

 “No more tickles, Ransom. That hurts my sides.” You groaned before walking away from him only to be stopped by him pulling you back against his chest. His chin was on the top of your head before he mumbled an apology. “I’m sorry, angel. I wouldn’t do it again. Don’t be mad at your daddy now.” You pull away from him, watching him pout at you. You curiously raise an eyebrow before shaking your head with a laugh. “It’s okay.” You grin before grumbling when he messes the top of your head with his huge hand.

 Ransom didn’t miss the way your face contorted into a confused look when he tried to get you to call him daddy. He’s been there for you a long time now. It’s time for you to be there for him as well. And Ransom is a really needy man with a lot of need when it comes to you.

No worries.

 He’ll make sure to teach you everything you have to know to be his perfect little angel.

 Ransom was sat on one of the lavish chairs that your mother used to obsess about when she was still alive while he’s munching on some biscuits that he got from the pantry. He silently thanks the old lady who still does the groceries for the both of you. He stares back at the screen that’s currently playing one of those rom-coms that he always found ridiculous but entertaining.

Lost in his own thoughts, Ransom absentmindedly looks at the hallway that leads towards the kitchen only to see you skipping into the kitchen in a pair of leggings and a sweater that he gave you as a gift. He smiled at the thought of you wearing his sweater instead. Preferably after he’s done giving you an intense orgasm.

Feeling a bit hotter, Ransom removes his coat, leaving him in his soft white sweater. He lets out a grunt, fixing himself on the sofa and turning back towards the flat-screen tv. His hand wanders down to his pants, palming himself through his slacks while his other hand reaches for another biscuit.

Ransom’s heart jumped when you suddenly plopped yourself down on the sofa, legs on top of his thighs while the hand that was palming himself flies towards the air before landing on your legs.

“HEY, those are my favorite!” You point towards the biscuit that he was currently munching on. Ransom’s jaw clenches at the discomfort in his pants while your legs brush against his raging hard on. There’s no doubt that you have no idea what you’re doing to him or what your legs are currently brushing up against.

“Can I have some?” You give him a pleading look that only made his cock harder. He bites his lip as he squeezes your legs. “You gotta ask nicely, angel…”

“Can I please have some?” You repeat, voice as sweet as honey and the cause of the precum that slowly slicks the slit of Ransom’s thick girth.

Ransom lets out a groan before snatching a piece of biscuit and moving it towards your mouth, snatching it back when you went to take it from him.

“Ah-ah-ah. We’ve been together for a long time now… Is that right, my little angel?” Ransom laughs at your frown before you’re nodding at him curiously.

“I think it’s time that you call me daddy, right? I mean… I’ve been taking care of you, right? I’ve been treating you with so much love, is that right?” Ransom lets out a moan shamelessly at the sight of your innocent face nodding at him unknowingly. “You’ve been treating me very well…” You mumble under your breath but Ransom still heard you.

“Yeah… I’ve been treating you like my best girl. Like the best girl you are.” He brushes his pinky across your cheeks before pressing the piece of biscuit onto your bottom lip. He gave you a stern look before shaking his head when you went to open your mouth.

“You gotta ask nicely, angel… Who are you asking and what are you asking for hmm?” He leaned down towards the side of your face to sniff on your hair, chest grumbling in delight at your scent.

“Can I please have a biscuit, daddy?”

Ransom inhaled obnoxiously loud before smirking while nodding his head at you. “Such a polite little angel, aren’t you? Of course you can… Here, open that precious mouth.” He taps the biscuit on your bottom lip, shoving it gently inside your mouth, purposely grazing his fingers down your tongue. He watches you chew on the biscuit as you stared right back at him with those innocent eyes. His fingers massaged your chin as you chew, shoving them right back inside your mouth when he sees you swallow the biscuit.

 “Is it good?” He asks you, fingers assaulting the inside of your mouth. You nod your head, hands grasping the wrist that’s connected to the fingers in your mouth. Ransom felt you tugging his hand away but he only shoved his fingers further down your mouth, slightly pulling away when you started gagging on his fingers.

He lets out a chuckle before pulling his fingers completely out of your mouth, admiring the string of saliva that connected from your lips to his fingers. “Daddy has a lot of things to teach you…” He leans back before manipulating your body until your back was against his chest and your legs were spread apart by his own legs.

He takes another biscuit before shoving it into your mouth, fingers gripping your jaw as you chewed on the food, crumbs staining the sides of your mouth. “Just like that” He grumbles against your hair before skillfully tugging your leggings and underwear down until they were all the way down to your ankles. He didn’t give you enough to complain because his fingers were back inside your mouth, playing with your tongue and playfully teasing the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your nose, angel. Relax for daddy.” He whispers in your ear while his free hand caresses your face. “There ya go… Such a fast learner, aren’t ya?” He lets out a laugh before kissing your cheek and removing his fingers from your mouth. “You get a reward for being such a good girl”

Ransom’s wet fingers goes straight to your crotch while his other arm wraps itself around your torso to pull you closer to his body. His legs kept your thighs open so it was easy for him to tease the nub on your crotch.

“R-ransom…”

You let out a loud squeak when he slaps your pussy, legs shaking against his legs while he clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“What’d I tell you to call me hmm? Come on, I know you’re a smart little angel.” He resumes playing with your clit, enjoying how responsive your body is to his touch.

“Nggghh” You squirm against his hold, chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Ransom is willing to bet your mother’s fortune that you never experienced this type of feeling before. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel”, he starts flicking his fingers faster until your crying desperately and hiding your face against his arm. He stops assaulting your clit, hands finding its way to your face to comfort you with smooth caresses. Ransom admires the sweat that started to form on your forehead and decides to remove the sweater you’re wearing.

Too out of it, you let him fully undress you, too tired and dazed to acknowledge the fact that you’re lying naked on your guardian’s chest. “That feel good?” Ransom asks, urging you to speak to him but loving the way that you laid limp against his chest. Oh it’s so easy to please his little angel. He hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“F-feels good…” Ransom watches you bite your bottom lip, his hold against you getting tighter as his cock gets harder at the sight of you.

“I can make you feel better than that, angel… You just gotta ask nicely. Just like how you asked for the biscuits. Do you want daddy to make you feel good?” His hand find itself back to your pussy, fingers starting its attack on your sensitive clit once more. He wasted no time in trying to get you off because in no time, he feels your body shaking against his and he knows that you’re close.

“You gotta ask for it nicely, angel… Tell daddy what you want” Ransom demands, the arm that was wrapped around your torso finds its way towards your breasts, massaging one and pinching the hard nipple. You whine out loud before gasping for air as you tried to speak coherent words.

“Daddy can y-you p-please…”

Ransom chuckles at your lack of words. Of course his little angel wouldn’t know what to ask for.

“You want daddy to make you cum?” He suggests, knowing that his smart angel would get what he wants her to do.

“D-daddy, can you please m-make me cum?” You repeat, words hoarse but understandable by a proud Ransom who starts rubbing your wet clit faster as he bends his head down to suck on the tit his massaging.

 “HHNNNNGGG!” You whine loudly, going stiff against Ransom’s hold before shaking tremendously as you reach your very first orgasm. Ransom’s hips thrust against your back as he gets needy from the sounds you’re making and the sight of your body trembling against his. He starts running his hands all over your body, whispering praises against your ears to comfort you.

“Such an angel…” He kisses the side of your face before guiding your body gently back to the sofa so you’re sitting beside him. “That feel good?” He asks, licking and sucking on the fingers he used to make you cum.

“Mhhmm…” You nod as you mumbled your answer, too embarrassed in front of him. “Don’t be shy, angel… You’re just being a good girl. Wanna know why I made you feel good?” Ransom waits for you to nod before continuing with a smile.

“Because you were such a good girl!” He nudges your chin with his fingers before placing his large palms on your shoulders. “And good girls always get rewards from their daddies. What do you say huh? Wanna be a good girl and help daddy with his problem?” He palms his covered crotch before smirking at your wondering eyes that’s looking down at his bulge. His jaw clenches at the sight of your curious face.

“H-how can I h-help?” Ransom chuckles at your nervousness before taking hold of your hand and guiding it towards his bulge. He watches your face as he makes you palm his hard on, thrusting against your touch in neediness and groaning at your tongue wetting your own lips.

Ransom releases your hand before tugging his slacks down and taking them off before sitting back on the sofa and taking your hand once more, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moaning loudly at the pleasure you’re currently giving him. “That’s it angel… Ahh fuck!” He guides your hand into a faster stroke, wrapping your fingers around his cock tighter as he thrusts his hips against your hand, groaning loudly and shouting praises towards you. “Such a fucking good girl!” His eyes shut tightly as he feels himself getting closer.

“Fuck!” He hisses, abruptly pulling your hand away from his cock, chest heaving as he tries to slow down his breathing. “You almost made me cum” He mutters, laughing silently when you started to mumble out apologies.

“No, my little angel. That’s not a bad thing… I just want to cum somewhere else…” Ransom bites his lip before removing his white sweater and tossing it on the floor. In a heartbeat, he’s on top of you, fingers running all over your body in a comforting manner.

“You want your reward, sweetie?” Ransom asks with a teasing tone. “You’ve been such a good girl. I think it’s time for another reward.”

Your eyes widen in shock when you feel his lips against yours, gasping when his tongue started to poke its way through your lips before assaulting the inside of your mouth like his fingers did earlier.

Ransom’s mind started ringing when you started moaning and whimpering against his lips. Oh he’ll make his little angel feel so good. He’ll make you feel so full.

He managed to situate himself in between your legs while continuing the sloppy and needy kiss you two were having. He strokes his already painfully hard cock with one hand before sliding it against your folds to lube himself up with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss as he lines his cock against your slit, smiling at the way that your legs shake when he bumps your sensitive clit with the hard head of his cock.

Ransom’s smile falters slightly when your hands start to push on his chest. “I-I’m scared”, your voice trembles as you try to push him which is really useless because his huge frame doesn’t move an inch.

Ransom takes both of your hands with one of his huge ones before trapping them above your head and diving down to capture your lips into another hungry kiss. “Don’t be scared. I promise to make you feel so good”, he says through the kisses, licking your tears away before resuming his wet kisses on your mouth. “You want me to make you feel so good, right angel?” Ransom smiles through the kiss as he feels your hesitant nod.

Ransom holds your hands tightly with one hand while the other hold caresses the side of your face in a comforting manner as he shoves his hard and thick cock into your tight hole, swallowing your cries with his hungry kisses. The hand that was caressing your face wipes your tears away as he shushes you. “It’s going to feel so good in a bit angel. I promise.” He stays inside your cunt for a while, making you feel weird at the fullness that his cock is giving your untouched pussy.

When Ransom feels your hips bucking up against his, he smiles and looks down at you with bright eyes. “You okay now? Want me to move?” Ransom gets an eager nod as a response and he only let out a short laugh before starting to pull out and shoving back into your tight cunt with a loud grunt. “So. Fucking. Tight.”, he hisses with each thrust.

“Mmmf. Mmm. Oomph.” Your moans and whines start to get louder as Ransom’s thrusts get sloppier because of the wetness that your cunt continues to produce. “Oh fuck you’re so wet for me angel”, Ransom watches his cock pound into you and he almost cums at the sight but he’s determined to make his little angel cum again before he could spill himself inside of her pretty pussy.

Ransom lets out a grunt before easily manipulating both of your bodies so you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your cunt.

He places your hands on his shoulders for support before moving his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock. “I’ll teach you how to ride daddy like a good girl soon but--”, he lifts you up and makes you stay in that position before moving one hand closer to your cunt so his thumb can start playing with your clit again. “—but for now, I’ll just ram into this tight pretty pussy”. Your eyes slams shut and your head falls on his shoulder when he thrusts his hips up in strong stroke, hands gripping you tightly as he guides your body against his, skin slapping each other as he pounds your pussy from under you.

He uses his other hand to push your shoulder away from him so he can see you clearly. “NGHH AH s-soo good!” Ransom watches you bounce on his cock while your eyes opened to look at him with those innocent eyes. How can you still look so innocent while he’s under you, making you take his cock as a fucking whore would.

“D-daddy s-so good”, your face is in a daze as Ransom doubled his efforts seeing you so close and feeling himself getting close as well. “Daddy making you feel good hmm?” He slams and slams his cock into you with vigor that it would probably leave you with a sore pussy for a few days.

Your shoulder starts quivering and Ransom feels you trying to stop him from bouncing you on his cock but he ignored it and continued to control your body. He slams his cock into your cunt a few more times, thumb rubbing your clit faster until you’re crying out loud as another orgasm hits you.

Ransom watches your eyes rolling back and your mouth opening as loud moans escape your mouth. He leans forwards to capture your lips once more before giving you a few more thrusts until he feels his balls tightening and snapping as spurts of cum come out of him and into your wet hole.

He lets your body fall on him as he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back comfortingly and rocking you slightly that earns a whimper from you when he accidentally moves his cock that’s still inside of you.

He waits for the both of you to catch your breath before gently pulling his cock out of you and bending down to snatch his sweater off the floor.

He looks back at your face, your eyes fluttering as tiredness starts to envelop your body. He puts his sweater on you, smiling at how you look in his sweater. You look so much better in his sweater. And you look so beautiful with his cum dripping out of your cunt and face glowing at how he fucked you so good.

He leans down to press a kiss on your forehead then your lips. “You okay angel?” He laughs at you when you only nod sleepily at him. He picks his slacks up from the ground before putting it on and then he picks up your old sweater and uses it to clean you up, gently wiping his cum off your thighs.

He stands back up to admire you, so beautifully fucked. He’ll forever remember the way your pussy pulsed around his cock as he cums inside of you.

He lets out a dreamy sigh before picking your sleepy body up and walking towards the hallway, passing by your old room and into his room. Your room.

He lays you down on the bed as gently as he could before smiling when your face contorts into a frown when you groggily look at him. “How are you feeling angel?”

“G-good but tired.” Your quiet voice touches Ransom’s heart and he could only take a blanket before laying down beside you and tucking the both of you in. He presses a kiss on the side of your head before whispering a “sleep tight, my little angel.”

Ransom was about to close his eyes when he hears your voice again, making his heart leap out of his chest.

“I like being daddy’s good girl.”

Oh Ransom loves that too and he has a feeling that his little angel will continue to become his pretty little good girl so she’ll get all the rewards she can get.

And Ransom is willing to give you all the rewards he can give because you’re his one and only good little angel.

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an: no eating out or gobbling on the d cuz come onn... they were just eating those damn biscuits 🤧

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[lattechans]

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: any romantic relationships between an elf and a human have dire consequences but you're still willing to try

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: elf!hyunjin x female reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff and a hint of angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: praising, piv, marking, nipple play (all in all pretty vanilla love making)

𝐚/𝐧: this is for the collab project created by @binniesthighs and wow i don't think i've ever written anything like this before but i'm quite proud of it! maybe i'll write fantasy more often from now on...

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you were taking notice of the scenery around you; the outline of the kingdom hazy from such a great distance. this place has become like your second home after many years of traveling. as a child, you were always a wanderer, so it surprised no one when you, as an adult, decided to go off and search for the ancient elven realms that only a few humans knew about.

the first time you met an elf was entirely by coincidence, and was the main reason you chose to look for more. hyunjin was his name, and he was the most ethereal being you had ever laid your eyes upon although you found all elves to be eerily beautiful creatures – hyunjin was different.

he had shoulder length dark brown hair, his eyes warm like caramel compared to those of his parents or the other elves, who looked more cold.

only one person truly knew about you and hyunjin, and she was the reason you were able to meet like this without constant concern for others finding out the true colors of your relationship. the two of you could only go so long sneaking around the kingdom, hiding together in the halls or stealing kisses in the library when someone could see you at any moment.

hyunjin knew that if the two of you were caught together like this, you’d be banished from the kingdom without hesitation and he would never be able to see you again.

you see, the elves had no problems with human visitors, nor even friendships. in fact, the royal family was once known for welcoming humans into their family; the queen had married a human decades before you or hyunjin were even born.

however, the times changed as the queen was betrayed by her husband, who stole one of the most treasured relics in the kingdom and killed many of the creatures who lived in the kingdom as he had fled. ever since then, no romantic relationships were allowed between elves and humans as they were believed to only bring wickedness and evil to the kingdom.

it goes without saying that ever since then, elves and humans alike had been punished for such relationships and although, for the humans the consequences were only banishment and shame, for the elves – the consequences were much worse. a true heartbreak would eventually kill an elf. this is why you needed a secluded place just for the two of you, safe from suspicious eyes.

a few months ago, you had approached the lady you had to thank for all this even being possible, aelvavorna, or aelva for short. she was one of the greatest wizards known in all of the realms, her powers stretched even to the human realm. however, even with such great power she preferred to help those in need and keep a low profile, right here in this kingdom.

the surprise wasn’t that you fell for hyunjin. practically anyone from the human realm would be mad not to pine after both his handsome features and his kind, generous demeanour. the surprise, in your mind, was that he somehow fell in love with you.

and aelva understood your relationship as soon as she met the two of you. in fact, aelva was glad to help the two of you; finding the rules of the elven kingdom when it came to elf-human love.

you vividly remember how she grabbed a heavy book and a small metal box from a table and placed them on the great stone table in the middle of the dimly lit room. “i have an enchantment that can create a safe refuge for you and your love.”

she explained the workings of the enchantment to the two of you and opened the metal box, revealing an odd assortment of rings and jewels, most of them old and tattered, and collected from where you'd never know. from the box, she selected a pendant with a dark blue, rectangular stone on a silver chain. she held it aloft for the both of you to see.

“whoever wears the pendant will be the one who can open the door, and who determines what lies inside,” she explained in a whisper.

“who will be the one to keep it?”

hyunjin took your hands in his without hesitation.

“will you?”

“yes.”

aelva fastened the pendant around your neck before pulling out the book of spells and handing it to hyunjin to hold open. she touched delicate fingertips to the pendant that hung against your collarbone, her other hand coming to rest on the book hyunjin held.

with the little light filtering in through the windows from the sliver of moon hanging high in the sky, aelva began to chant in a tongue you’d never heard before, reciting the spell she read from the page. you felt a quick surge of heat that made you gasp, and in moments, it was over.

she studied you carefully, a smile on her lips before giving her final instructions.

“the one who wears the pendant needs only think of what they’d like to find behind the door—a room, a country, anywhere—and when they turn the handle, that is the place they will find inside. only the wearer of the pendant and those that take her hand may enter; all others will not be able to find the door hidden in plain sight. but bear in mind, the pendant creates only illusion. nothing you find beyond this door is real, except for the two of you. but you will be safe here.”

you remember squeezing aelva’s hand, a tear rolling down your cheek. “thank you.”

“anything for true love.”

just before you left, hyunjin leaned down to kiss your lips with a promise. “i’ll meet you there tomorrow night.”

and so he did, not only the next night, but many, many more nights to come.

and now, in the shadow of an ancient tree, the last traces of sunlight were finally falling below the horizon, you watched as the streams of light glimmered across the fields, shining lights of green and yellow trailing behind them.

the tiny creatures living together in the elven kingdom illuminated the landscape as you leaned back against your lover’s chest, letting your head fall back onto his broad shoulder as you looked up toward the sky. his hand, warm and trembling, brushed down the side of your neck and shoulder, pushing the sleeve of your dress away so that he could kiss the bare skin underneath.

you sat between his legs, the smooth material of his dress shirt soft against your back, and you sighed as one of the fluttering lights bounced off a flower just a short distance away. you reached back, placing a delicate hand over hyunjin’s on your shoulder, and sighed. “i wish this could last forever.”

you felt his exhale against your ear. “so do i, my love,” he whispered before pulling your hand up to his lips for a chaste kiss. but alas, your time was running short. you both needed to return home, and if you weren’t back soon, you’d surely be missed.

hyunjin’s fingertips grazed the tiny flower buds he had carefully woven into your hair, placed just so to adorn you. but as the minutes dragged on, though all you wanted was to stay cradled in his arms, you knew it was time to leave the meadow and head for home.

hyunjin helped you to your feet and took up the bag you had brought with you, filled with delicious pastries and fruit, all the while, holding your hand tightly in his. as you walked through the meadow that was located on a far away hill, the glow of the grass and setting sun faded away behind you. it was only a short walk before you came to the door which was only known to you and hyunjin.

as if it had sprouted from the ground, the great door, seemingly wood and iron with an appointed arch over the top, stood in the downhill. as you stepped to the other side, you entered the same meadow that was connected to the kingdom, however, the huge door disappeared behind you.

a simple spell that hid you and hyunjin’s romance from the peering eyes of anyone else. you reached for the small pendant hanging on a chain around your neck and tucked it safely under the collar of your dress.

before parting, hyunjin wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting at the base of your spine, pulling you close for a languid kiss, slow and silent, neither of you wanting to let go. the danger of the kiss making both of you feel lightheaded. a breath passed as he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours for only a moment, knuckles brushing your cheek. you exchanged no words, but you felt it, his love and passion that you returned tenfold under the cover of the kingdom now wrapped in the night .

you dared to stay long enough on the quiet alley to watch him disappear around the corner before hurrying the opposite way yourself. your heart full but aching.

more months passed this way, your rendezvous with hyunjin becoming more and more frequent. with this secret hideaway you shared, it was easier to spend time together, to crave each other’s presence in a place where no one could separate you. each time you met, hyunjin held your hand in his as you pictured the location you chose to visit on the inside. never did hyunjin make a request, even when you asked him to. it was his gift to you, he said.

“where to tonight, my love?” he asked, a dreamy tone in his voice that lit a small fire in some deep fragment of your soul. you wrapped your fingers around the pendant, concealed under your clothes during the day, and sighed.

you knew exactly where you wanted to go tonight. holding the thought in your mind, you reach for the emptiness, only for the door to erect out of thin air, turning the handle, the fantasy materializing in front of your eyes.

you found yourself in an unfamiliar room with a comfortable air about it. the walls and carpets were dark, rich reds and deep green floral patterns warmed the atmosphere before you. heavy wooden furniture was arranged just so, dark mahogany woods twisting in ornate patterns that looked like the roots of trees that had grown out of the floor. candles burned on the dressing table and a mirrored vanity, tossing shadows across the room, leading your eyes to a bed covered in velvety bedsheets.

“but this is—” hyunjin breathed.

“your bedroom. i wanted to see it.”

with the door safely closed behind you, you led hyunjin to his bed – the illusion of his bed – and sat beside him on the plush bedding. he dropped down beside you, running his hands over the designs on the blanket, an exact replica of the one he slept under every night.

everything in the room was exactly as it would be if he returned to his home at this exact moment. though it was almost uncanny to be sitting there, he felt a fluttering in his chest as he gazed upon you, your form against the backdrop of his most private space.

you, on the other hand, could hardly stop from observing the room, curious as to every detail, even if this was only a false vision of the real thing.

it was as close as you might ever come, and you decided to make it count. an urgency washed over you, the intimacy of peering into hyunjin’s bedroom overcoming your senses with a haze of lust. you reached out to his face, suddenly desperate to touch him, to feel his body, to be near him in the most carnal sense of the word.

you breathed his name before he took you in his arms and pulled you close, your lips crashing into his as instincts began to overcome him as well. this was where you belonged, in his arms, in his bed.

you opened up to him, letting your jaw fall open as he forced his tongue into your heated mouth, breathy moans and gasps escaping the both of you as your body rolled against his. his hands roamed down your back and around to your hips as you clung to his neck, both gripping the other as if you would never let go. clumsily, hyunjin’s slender fingers fumbled with the laces down the sides of your dress, messy in their desperation to remove the layers of clothes separating his body from yours.

“please, my love,” he whispered, hitching your breath in your throat as you realized he wanted you as passionately as you wanted him.

you rose to your knees and began untying the various fastenings of your dress until it fell loosely around your shoulders. hyunjin sat up to help pull the fabric over your head, leaving you in only your white underclothes, an image he held in his mind during lonely nights in this very room, when the two of you could not be together for one reason or another.

he marveled at your body like it was the first time he was seeing it, though this was far from the truth. the glow of your skin in the candlelight left him breathless, the curves of your jaw, your neck, your nearly exposed breasts, and your thighs almost too much for him to handle.

his hands traced the line of your shoulder, down your arms to your wrists, where he took hold and pulled your hands up to his lips, kissing the tips of your fingers as his dark lashes fluttered closed, drinking you in with his lips instead of his eyes.

clothing was discarded piece by piece, flung into a pile somewhere on the floor until the both of you were bare, chests heaving for breath as he kissed you, longing for your taste on his tongue.

you dragged your fingernails over his defined shoulders and chest as he kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the soft flesh he found there.

his hands wandered your hips and thighs, indecisive fingertips squeezing the curves of your legs and the globes of your ass until he couldn’t fight the instincts in his head any longer.

hooking his strong hands under your knees, hyunjin flipped you over on the bed, claiming a position on top of you where he had better access to your body. thick erection pressed tightly against his stomach, he leaned forward and captured one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking the tender flesh of its underside as his hand cupped the other side of your chest.

with nothing to dampen your moans, you cried out in pleasure as his lips moved to cover the hard bud of your nipple, his teeth digging in just enough to bring you to a place of dizziness.

“my love, ” he moaned between wet kisses, lips pressed against your skin with a shudder.

he sucked harder still as his dominant hand pinched your opposite nipple and massaged the mound underneath it in circles. you writhed under him, calling out his name as he ravaged your chest. your fingers burrowed into his locks, your body scrambling for anything to hold on to as if you would float up without doing so.

your ankles came to lock around his lower back, heels pressing into his spine as he nipped at your most sensitive areas, the ones he had come to know so well.

just as your neck was starting to feel unbearably hot from the pleasure, beads of sweat rolling down both your forehead and his back, he finally released your breast with a pop of his lips, gasping as he came up for air. he leaned back on his thighs, sitting upright to survey the traces of love bites and fingertip bruises he’d left across your chest, carefully kept below where the neckline of your dress would cover the next day.

as both of you caught your breath, he stared down at the pendant that gave you this power, which rested perfectly between your breasts, glinting as it caught the light from the nearest candle. it sent hyunjin’s head spinning as he touched his throbbing cock in one hand, preparing himself for you.

“let me fill you, please.” his thighs tensed between your legs, spread wide for him, straining to hold himself back. a glistening bead of pre-cum formed at his tip, but he didn’t break eye contact with you as he spread it over the blushing head of his cock with his thumb.

“please,” you whispered, hardly able to make a sound, as hungry for him as he was for you.

hyunjin released his grip between his legs and instead reached under your knees, folding your legs into your body, knees on either side of your chest. you felt him pressing forward, putting his weight first in his hands against the back of your thighs, spreading you wider in preparation. you wept for him, slick and trembling from his ministrations on your chest and the sight of his impossibly thick cock. you knew he would fit inside you, but only just.

with a sharp inhale, he teased his cock at your hole, the head swiping at your sensitive skin before he started to push himself inside you, inch by inch as he groaned. you felt the delicious burn as his thickness stretched your walls, both inside and out, to accept him.

“that’s it, my good girl, let me fill you,” he grunted, sweat dripping off the tip of his sloped nose and onto your chest as you whined in pleasure. he pulled out slowly before thrusting inside again, this time forcing himself inside you with a singular motion that had you clawing at his shoulders, mewling as his cock filled you completely.

hyunjin moaned deliciously as the pushing and pulling began, the dragging of his thickness creating intense friction between your legs. the sheer size of his cock splitting you in two had your head thrashing from side to side as he began to lose himself, lips moving almost on their own.

his eyes rolled back in his head with a gasp as his hip bones touched your thighs as he continued to pound himself into you. his thrusts came harder and faster yet, the muscles in your thighs trembling from being spread so wide for so long. the wet squelching of his cock sliding in and out of your heat couldn’t drown out hyunjin’s cries.

“y/n, oh my g– mine, my girl. mine” his words fell from his lips like a prayer, begging for salvation but not forgiveness, finally pushing you to release. your thighs bucked up against the strength of his legs as your neck and back arched severely off the bed, head thrown back in a scream as you came on his thick cock.

despite how you gasped, hyunjin didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, until you were filled with him. slick dribbled from your hole, wetting his cock even more as he slid in and out of you, pushing himself past his own limit.

“my love, i love you, i love you,” you panted, reaching to squeeze the muscles of his sturdy arms, impossibly flexed as he thrusted deep inside one last time before coating your insides with his load, his entire body shaking.

he collapsed beside you then, lungs gasping for breath, eventually pulling you into his chest, glistening with sweat and heat. his forehead dropped onto your shoulder and he curled into you, silent sobs wrenching from his lips as he began to cry. numbly, you lifted your arms to encircle his waist before sinking down to the mattress, your bodies slotting together as you held each other..

as soon as he could gather himself again, hyunjin spoke.

“i just want to spend forever with you but–” he didn’t have to say what it was. you didn’t want him to, afraid that admitting it aloud would cause your world of illusion to disappear.

“what will we do?” you asked, your heart breaking at the sight of him. tears welling up in your own eyes.

after a moment of silence, hyunjin slowly placed the pendant around his own neck and took your hand, pulling you up quickly. with one deep breath, he reached for the door the same door you came in from, pulling you alongside him as he lifted the iron handle of his door.

you followed, and with a flash of light, you stood on a green hillside at sunrise, grass under your bare feet, your bare body now covered with a white dress of his creation. you looked up at him and found him dressed not in robes, but in a simple white tunic and pants, the wind touseling the fabric.

he held both your hands as you gazed out behind him, the breathtaking view of the similar countryside dotted with stone fences and thatched roof cottages. everything around you felt calm, including the look in his eyes. “why here?” you asked.

“because,” he replied, “in a place like this, i’m just hyunjin, and you’re just you.”

tears welled in your eyes as he reached up to stroke your cheek. perhaps it was for the last time, you thought with a twinge in your chest, maybe this was the end for the two of you. you couldn’t go on like this. but his lips fluttered lightly over yours, pulling your eyes up to meet him when he released the kiss. his hands found your face, and you waited for the final goodbye.

but you found forever in his eyes. hyunjin tucked the pendant into his shirt and offered you his hand. you took it and began to walk alongside him, over the rolling hill, toward where the sun was now peeking over the horizon.

he squeezed your hand in an unspoken promise.

he’d leave everything behind, the kingdom, everything – to stay here with you. he would wander these pastures by your side for the rest of his days, hand in hand.

maybe this world was merely a fantasy, but it was the place you could be together. it was real as long as you were together.