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i-hold-horrors-hand · 8 months ago

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Two Is Better Than One, Three Is Better Than Two (Chapter 2)

It's been a while since you've hooked up with Papa and Denise, you wonder if you'll ever see them again...then they call you.

(Submitting this chapter as part of @bisexual-horror-fan 's Multi-May 2024 event. Chapter 1 is here.)

It had been a couple of weeks since your hot threesome with the mysterious Papa and the mouth-watering Denise.

They had insisted on exchanging numbers ("It was such a good fuck," Denise had said, "Why not do it again some time?"), and that had excited and flattered you, but you hadn't really thought that they'd want you to actually call them. Or that they would actually call you.

But they had.

You had been in the middle of eating lunch at the coffee shop around the corner from your place, expecting it to be just another regular day...then your phone had rang.

When had you pulled your phone out of your purse, you had seen that it was Papa calling you. You had almost spat out your lunch. Papa was calling you. Papa was calling you. You had swallowed your lunch, and your nerves, and answered the phone.

He had greeted you politely and warmly, and even familiarly, and had asked you how you were. After a couple of minutes of idle chitchat, he had asked you if you were interested in seeing him and Denise again.

Of course you were interested! You had been thinking of them every day and night since you had met (and fucked) them. You had been unable to get to sleep without touching yourself to the memory of your night together. You had even literally dreamt of seeing them again.

You had tried to not sound as overeager as you truly were, and seemed to have succeeded. Papa had given you a time and place, and told you not to worry about getting there, as he would send someone to pick you up.

He had said goodbye and hung up before you could fully process that last part. He was sending someone to come and pick you up? Once you had fully wrapped your mind around that, you couldn't help but feel quite important. People like him (whoever he really was) didn't arrange for just anyone to get picked up and brought over, after all.

You had finished your lunch with butterflies in your stomach, left a tip for the waitress, and smiled broadly to yourself as you had left the coffee shop and made your way home.

You had been so excited to see them again, you hadn't even stressed much over what to wear. Based on the last time, you had known that it wouldn't really matter anyway, as you wouldn't be wearing it for long.

Now, you are back in the presence of Papa and Denise, having been picked up and driven to them by a mysterious—and rather handsome—driver. (You'd been feeling bold, so you had slipped your number to him. He had looked flattered, even interested, and had winked at you just before he had driven away).

Denise instantly pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly to her, and spends a good moment running her hands up and down your back, before giving your ass a squeeze.

"It's so nice to see you again, belleza," she says, a genuine smile on her face. "We've been thinking about you."

"You have?" You couldn't believe it. Had you really been good enough for them to remember you?

"We have," Papa answers, coming over from the wine cabinet with a bottle of Pinot Noir and three wine glasses. "The night we had together was...fantastica."

You take a glass and blush. You hadn't expected to leave such an impression on them, or for them to think much about you after you had left their hotel room. You'd figured it would be a one-time thing, just a hot night between a married couple and a stranger...but apparently, they seem to be as taken with you as you are with them.

Denise takes a glass and eyes you amorously, sitting down on a plush settee, and gestures for you to join her.

"You took Papa's cock so well, and you ate and fucked my pussy like a champ."

You blush even more as you sit next to her, and suck in a breath as she lays a hand on your thigh.

"Having you between us was delightful," Papa purrs as he walks over to the two of you, popping the cork and filling your glasses, then his own. "Even before you left that night, we just knew we would need to have you back."

Need? You blink. They needed you back? Damn, maybe you really had been that good...

Denise takes a sip of her wine, and licks her lips as she looks directly into your eyes. "Oh yes, we weren't done with you, baby. There's so much more we can do together." She slides her hand up higher on your thigh, fingertips now under the hem of your short skirt.

You inhale deeply, and shiver a little bit. "Like what?"

Papa smirks at you. "Drink your wine, belleza. Then you'll find out."

You don't have to be told twice.

You drink it down, relishing in the fruity and earthy taste, and let the slight intoxication and anticipation of what's next wash over you. If it was to be anything like the last time...

Your thoughts are interrupted when Papa takes your now empty glass from you and sets it on the mahogany table on front of the settee, before cupping your chin in his hand and turning your head. He captures your lips in a hot, dominant kiss, and growls appreciatively when you open your mouth to allow his tongue inside.

You sit like that for a bit, kissing hotly, tongues swirling together, his hands roaming over your tight clothes while your own clings to the front of his vest. When you finally break away, you're panting slightly, dizzy and horny and so ready to play.

"My turn," Denise purrs, turning you around to face her, kissing you roughly, before nipping your lip as she pulls away. She stands up, offering her hand to you, and you take it, letting her pull you up. She immediately pulls you closer, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, and kisses you again, this time with tongue.

You moan, and let your hands slide up and down her sides, feeling her curves under the tight black silk dress, and you desperately want to feel more. You reach around for the zipper, tugging it down. Denise pulls away, and turns slightly so Papa has a better view of her.

"Yes, belleza," Papa says, watching the both of you with rapt attention, and a visibly growing bulge in his pants. "Undress her."

You do as you're told, slowly sliding the thin straps down Denise's arms, exposing her breasts. Your mouth waters as you stare at them, before tugging the dress down the rest of the way down her hips and ass. It falls to the floor, and she steps out of it, now completely naked. She runs her hands up and down her now nude form, clearly getting hot from this already.

"Your turn, mio cuore." Papa smirks. "Undress our lovely little puttana."

Denise doesn't hesitate, sliding her hands up under your tight top before pulling it up and over your head, tossing it to the side before reaching around and unhooking your bra. She tosses that aside, too, after freeing your arms from the straps, pausing for a moment to ogle your breasts like you did with hers.

"Just as perfect as I remembered," she says, causing you to blush, before she kneels in front of you, sliding her hands up your legs and under your skirt. You can feel a sudden rush of blood going directly to your pussy, and you let out a little breath as Denise hooks her fingertips into the waistband of your panties, and pulls them down your legs. You step out of them, and Denise stands up and twirls you around, your back to her and Papa.

She giggles and slides her hand up your thigh, under your skirt, and tugs it upward, exposing your bare ass. She gives it a smack, and you let out a soft "ah!".

"Your turn, amore."

You can't see Denise's face at the moment, but you know she's smirking. And you know that Papa is, as you hear him stand up and walk over to you. You let out a yelp as he gives your ass a smack, harder than Denise had.

"You like that, belleza?" Papa asks, and smacks your ass again.

"Y-yes!" you reply, and Papa chuckles as he unzips your tiny skirt and yanks it down your legs, exposing you more to him.

He leads you back over to the settee, but behind it this time. He instructs you to bend over and put your hands on the mahogany frame. You obey, and make sure to stick your ass out a bit more, knowing full well what he wanted. And what you wanted, too.

Papa adjusts you position a bit, then asks, "Are you ready, belleza?"

"Yes, Papa," you reply, stomach fluttering in anticipation.

"Bene." He wastes no time, smacking your ass again, and again, and again, causing you to yelp and jump each time. The pain isn't overwhelming, and blends into the pleasure perfectly, and you relish in the thought of having his hand prints all over your ass.

He and Denise seem to be revelling in it too, if their groans of pleasure and hums of approval are anything to go by. You're happy about that, you're happy you're able to please them, while also being pleased yourself.

You're pulled from these thoughts as Papa gives two last, hard smacks to each cheek, causing you to yelp a bit. It stings, but you don't feel like complaining. On the contrary, you enjoy the little extra pain.

You do, however, appreciate it when he gently rubs soothing circles where he'd spanked you, and when Denise kneels down behind you and further soothes your slightly stinging cheeks by planting soft kisses all over them.

This is already gearing up to be even better than last time, and you're getting even more excited about it now.

Papa and Denise seem to sense this, as they both grin lasciviously at you, and gently pull you back from the settee, adjusting your posture to have you stand upright, and start kissing and nipping at your neck. You gasp softly, and moan when you feel their hands roaming all over your naked body, touching you here and there and right there.

"Fuck," you breathe, getting wetter by the second.

"That's exactly what we intend to do, baby," Denise giggles, then pulls back. "Get on the bed."

You don't have to be told twice.

You untangle yourself from Papa, scamper over to the large bed, and crawl up on it, noting how soft and comfortable the lush comforter and mattress feel as you adjust your position on them. Sitting up, your legs hanging off the edge, you lean back a bit on your hands, and watch your two new lovers intently.

Papa steps forward, mismatched eyes flashing as he stares directly at you, then slowly peels his tight leather gloves off his elegant hands, finger by finger. He slips them off, tossing them onto the table by the settee, then reaches up to untie his tie, also doing this slowly; once he finishes untying it, he flings it away thoughtlessly, seeming caring less about it than he does with his gloves, (which, you suppose, might be more expensive). You don't have much time to ponder about that, however, as he also unbuttons his vest and slips that off, draping it on the back of the settee. You bite your lip in anticipation as he reaches up again, this time to unbutton his crisp, white shirt, taking his time with it. Clearly, he wants to tease you.

And you don't mind one bit.

He reaches down to undo the button at the fly of his trousers, then slowly—very slowly—tugs down the zipper. Almost instantly, his large, erect cock pops out, the head already gleaming with pre-cum.

You moan audibly at the sight, already aching to have it inside you again, and you idly reach a hand between your legs to rub at your already damp pussy. Papa notices this, and chuckles as his smirk grows even bigger.

"You like what you see, belleza?"

You nod, licking your lips. "Yes, Papa. I do."

"Bene." He shoves his pants down his legs, and steps out of them, discarding his polished shoes and black socks in the process. He's now completely naked in front of you, and looking at you like a lion looks at a gazelle.

You feel vulnerable, nervous...and excited. Very excited. You can feel your heart threatening to pound its way out of your chest, and your breath coming slightly faster. And then you notice Denise reaching between her own legs to touch herself, just like you, and staring directly into your eyes...and you feel your body almost vibrate. God, the effect these two have on you...you don't think you've felt anything like this with anyone else before.

"Are you ready for us?" Papa asks, hand languidly stroking his cock.

"Yes. Yes I am." You somehow, in your intense enthusiasm, resist the urge to shout. Somehow.

"Bene." Papa gestures for Denise to join you on the bed, which she does. She gently-but-firmly grasps your chin in her hand, then kisses you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth. You moan, hands coming to tangle in her beautiful dark hair, not letting her pull away, even for a breath. But then you yourself pull away briefly as you feel Papa's tongue slide along your folds, and you let out a shaky breath.

"Papa..." you whisper, then moan when he spreads your pussy open with his long, elegant fingers, grinning to himself as he sees just how wet you're getting for them. Then he licks you again, slowly, from your entrance to your clit, and you lay back on the bed and just let him go at it, eating you out like a man starved.

His skilled tongue has you writhing and moaning, and he places a hand on your pelvis in a (mostly successful) attempt to keep you still. The pleasure makes you pant and whimper...then it increases when Denise cups your breasts in her hands and takes a nipple into her mouth.

"Oh, God..." you whimper, already overwhelmed by the both of them.

Denise pulls herself from your nipple to huff out a laugh. "God has nothing to do with this, baby." She brushes a few strands of hair from your face, and smiles at you. "This is all sin."

You open your mouth to agree, but instead let out a groan when she gets to work on your other nipple, licking and sucking and nipping at it expertly. Mirroring what her husband is doing to your clit.

You can feel the pressure building up in your lower belly, and you let go and just lose yourself in the sensations Papa and Denise are providing you; no longer thinking, just feeling. There's nothing in the world except the three of you, and the building pressure and pleasure, that soon threatens to come to a head and explode in you. You are ready for that. More than ready.

But then Papa pulls away, and you feel the promise of an orgasm fading and slipping away, like ice melting on a hot summer day.

"No!" you protest, whinier than you intend to be.

Papa chuckles, and wipes your slickness from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Patience, belleza," he says. "We won't let you leave unsatisfied."

Your expression must look a bit doubtful, as Papa reaches out to gently flick your nose. "The more teasing, the more anticipation...the more satisfying the crescendo, yes?"

"Yes," Denise whispers huskily into your ear, and you shiver before nodding your agreement. If being edged a little bit meant cumming even harder, then you're prepared to endure it. Maybe even eager to do so.

Satisfied with you all coming to this agreement, Papa leans over and kisses Denise, letting his tongue swirl around in her mouth, and letting her taste the remnants of your arousal on his mouth. They both moan, momentarily getting lost in each other (which, on its own, was quite arousing to watch) before pulling away, each of them licking their lips.

"You taste amazing, baby," Denise grins, staring down at you lustily. "Even better than last time." Papa nods his agreement.

Even better? Shit, you couldn't help but feel proud about that. Denise and Papa praising you filthily makes your stomach butterflies flutter again, and your cunt clench a bit.

You wonder if you'll get to taste either (or both) of them soon, and Denise smirks at you, seemingly sensing what you're thinking.

"You want to taste me?"

"Hell yes!" You don't hesitate to answer.

"Then you will."

Denise manoeuvres herself over your face, knees on either side of your head, positioning herself so her pussy was mere inches from your (salivating) mouth.

Papa beings stroking your clit with a finger, slowly and softly, teasing you yet again and making you groan. You almost close your legs in frustration, but then you remember Papa's promise of an eventual orgasm, and you spread your legs even further for him.

Papa hums in approval, then Denise reaches down to gently stroke your hair.

"Ready?" she asks.

"Yes," you breathe, the scent of her now flowing into your nostrils and making you hunger for her. "Sit on my face."

Denise laughs. "So demanding." Then she's lowering herself down onto you, her glistening pussy pressed to you lips, which you gladly open. You run your tongue up and down her folds, tasting her arousal.

She herself tastes even better than last time, sweetness and musk coming together for an absolutely heavenly...no, an absolutely sinful taste. You run your hands up and down her thighs as you eat her out, relishing in the experience.

Papa beings rubbing your clit again, then slides two fingers inside your slick cunt. You moan at the welcome intrusion, and begin moving your hips in time with his fingers as he slides them in and out of you, thumb on your clit, fucking you with just his hand.

You almost reach an orgasm again, then Papa pulls his hand away. You can't help the little whine that escapes you, and you hear Papa laugh.

"Remember what I said, belleza. You will get yours. Just wait."

You would nod, but Denise is planted firmly on your face, so you instead lift a hand to give him a thumbs-up, which causes him to laugh again.

Then you get back to work, focusing on the beautiful, delicious woman whose pussy you are currently eating.

You reach around and gently squeeze her ass, then drag your nails up and down her cheeks. You feel her shiver above you, and you can hear her breath speeding up and becoming shakier. Clearly, you're doing a good job.

You give a long, sloooow lick from her entrance to her clit, and you can't help but feel satisfied by the moan she lets out. So you decide to do it again, and hear another glorious moan from her. Your own ego is being fed now, and you keep teasing her with your tongue, relishing in the noises she's making. Because of you.

You grin inwardly to yourself, then let out your own moan as you feel Papa rub the head of his large cock up and down your folds, gathering up some slick, then slowly pushing it into you, not stopping until he is fully sheathed in you.

"Cazzo..." Papa sucks in a breath, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of your cunt enveloping him. "Mio cuore, abbiamo scelto una puttana meravigliosa."

You don't know what he just said, but you can tell by the tone that it's a compliment, and you respond by squeezing yourself around his shaft.

"Tease," Papa snickers, before pulling out and thrusting back in, slowly and gently at first, then picking up speed and force, fucking your pussy as you eat Denise's. All three of you getting lost in pleasure.

It's not long before all three of you get close to orgasm. Papa is grunting and thrusting into you harder and faster, Denise is panting and whimpering above you, and you can feel the coil of bliss building up yet again. It would be happening soon, and you hope it happens at the same time for all of you. You can't imagine a better way to finish.

Papa and Denise seem to have the same idea.

Papa wraps your legs around his waist, grips your hips, then beings ramming himself into you, over and over, pushing you up the bed with the force of his strong thrusts; the wet, squelching noise growing louder and more obscene, which only turns you on more.

Denise leans forward a bit, gripping the sheets in her fists, as you grip her ass, pulling her down closer against your face; your tongue licks and laps and laves furiously, and your nose presses against her clit.

It's all coming to a head, to a crescendo, and the three of you need only to continue to reach it.

Papa continues thrusting, his breathing now audibly laboured, and fervently rubs your clit. The pressure builds up and up and up again, up further and further, then—

You're cumming. Hard. On his cock, which he's still thrusting into you at maximum force and speed. You moan, scream really, into Denise's pussy, which you press your mouth further against, driving your tongue into her entrance and your nose so hard against her clit, and—

She's cumming, too. As hard as you are. You hear her moan, almost scream, as her body shakes above you, as she drives her pussy harder against your face, seeking even more contact during the last pulses of her orgasm.

Then Papa cums, after a few last thrusts, driving himself as deep as possible into your cunt, your orgasm summoning his. His cock kicks inside you as you feel him fill you with his hot cum, and you yourself almost cum again, just from how damn good it feels.

The three of you are still for a moment, recovering from your respective orgasms, breathing heavily and sweating, enjoying the last surges of bliss from your hot fuck session.

Then Papa pulls out, and Denise rolls off of you. You feel Papa's cum leak out of you, dripping down your thighs; Denise's slick is slowly drying on your face, smeared all over your mouth. You make no attempt to clean either, instead closing your eyes and taking a few moments to appreciate how good it feels.

Your eyes flutter open as Papa and Denise snuggle up to you, one on either side. You turn your head to kiss Denise, then Papa, and you let out a satisfied giggle.

"In the name of Satan," Denise says, happily and breathlessly, "Nema."

"Nema," you agree, not even questioning the words now. You don't care about them being Satanists, or whatever the fuck they are. All you care about is how good it feels to fuck them, and to be pressed up against them in the afterglow.

You sigh happily as Papa kisses your shoulder and Denise nuzzles your neck, both of them wrapping their arms around you.

This had been even better than last time, and you hope there'll be another.

Note: "Abbiamo scelto una puttana meravigliosa." — "We have chosen a wonderful slut."

#papa emeritus 2 #papa emeritus ii #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost oc: denise #multimay #multi may #my writing

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xyl4-4444 · 10 months ago

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Goodbye Mandela Catalogue community

I am writing this post in light of recent (now proven to be false, READ THE EDIT DIPSHIT) accusations against the creator of the series that I (as a once fanartist) have made the decision to fully abandon TMC fandom altogether, this means that there will be no new artworks, no reblogs of my older works, no slight interaction with fan content from other people, NOTHING.

Which yeah, as someone who has gotten fame from it on this site (and good memories for that matter) , it fucking sucks. It sucks that the creator of a certain thing that you once loved, turned out to be a rotten, piece-of-shit person, it just sucks.

If you're here to like my posts related to it, it's up to you if you wanna stay here longer (assuming you don't support him), but if you continue to support him and everything he stands for after the callout doc came out, then GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BLOG!!! DON'T INTERACT WITH ME, AT ALL!!! Infact, you can feel free to block me if you want to.

At the end of the day, we have to accept that a big and pretty impactful creator, who we considered as an idol to us, is very likely to become a horrible person in one way or another. It's an inevitable fate, yeah.. We've seen this before, and it will happen again in the future and there's nothing we can do besides calling then out on their behaviour and listen to the victims...

Those 3 paragraphs above are now outdated as SHIT, DO NOT READ THESE... But alas.. It's time for me to move on from this..

Goodbye....

EDIT (31/03/2024): Turns out, Alex Kister was proven innocent and the accusations in the doc are FALSE.... so I take back what I just wrote in paragraph 2-4 don't read these. They aged like an absolutely SPOILED MILK. Still I'm not gonna associate myself with this fandom anymore due to the life-ruining, yet fake accusations V3n threw onto Alex out of nowhere. They've ruined my enjoyment of this series and being in the fandom in general >:|.

I'm kinda glad I didn't delete my fanart works, but still I'm not reblogging them anyway I wanna move on.

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alyjojo · 11 months ago

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February 🌠 2024 Monthly - Cancer

Preshuffle: Someone could be pregnant and concerned about the father, or finances, work, how they’re going to afford a baby, maybe daycare expenses, things like that. If no baby, just concerns over job growth potential, or beauty related things, injections, how you look, aesthetics, etc.

Meditation: I was “riding the wave” to your door, and the water stopped, you waved to it, it waved to you and then left. You had on a sailor hat, striped shirt, a monocle, and had a corncob pipe hanging out of your mouth with a blonde baby on your lap, making Popeye voices. Some of you may be into or look into childcare as a profession, that’s a repeated message. A very nurturing parent energy.

Main energy: 9 Cups

This is a wish come true, something you’ve been manifesting and hoping for, in regards to celebration, a happy family, a successful business. Maybe you haven’t had money, that keeps coming up, or you could be at odds with someone else, maybe a partner. Someone could be deciding to stay home with the kids, maybe starting a business, or that’s the goal, I just can’t tell if it’s not supported or there are money issues surrounding this. Maybe both. With 3 Cups clarifying, someone may like to drink, party, or go out a lot, and the other person could be wishing for more…depth. Family. Deep connection. Their roots. Especially if there’s been a loss of some kind. I see you feeling inspired to bring some dream of yours into reality, but you’ve been really patient and have mostly kept these desires to yourself.

What’s going on in February:

5 Pentacles:

Tower at the bottom, someone could’ve lost a job, a babysitter, something surrounding a home with 4 Cups clarifying. Home repairs or some kind of financial issue regarding that, you may have taken loans from the bank or were given a loan by family or something, in order to cover a disaster situation. Judgement rev shows maybe that hasn’t been paid back, now money is being spent on parties or frivolous ventures, could be an issue with whoever was helping you out before. If someone lost a job, they may have decided they’ll baby-sit or do something at home, maybe it’s hard for someone to leave their kids or there are no options available, can’t afford it. May not be able to afford rent or a mortgage either though, 5 Pentacles is debt, maybe needing to leave a home because of some kind of disaster that’s struck (I hope not 🙏).

Queen of Wands:

Someone could be recently single, and feeling really good about that. They’re even stubbornly hanging on to their independence, there’s no questioning anything, it’s done goodbye, have a nice day. I assume it’s you, but could be switched. Queen of Wands is attractive, successful, she takes action and knows how to jump on an opportunity, could be surrounding business, a job loss, whatever her struggle is she’s not just going to rest on her laurels and let it continue. She’s going to do something about it, and here she feels successful, accomplished, overcoming struggles, debts, loss, an ending, some kind of financial issues. This is being shown as a dream come true, though they may not be saying it out loud, or you’re not, that’s being kept quiet. Either someone wants to start up their dream business, hang out with friends more, feel attractive and date again, could be several things but this person is happy something hasn’t worked out.

Judgement rev:

This is done done, done is done, the past and Death clarify just to nail that point home. The coffin is shut, buried, we said our goodbyes, eulogies were read, this is the end. You’re at the bottom, Page and Queen of Cups, you feel like you’ve grown a lot from whatever this experience was, you’ve learned a lot of lessons…maybe you’ve grown out of some phase or thing in your life even. You could just be moving homes, and won’t miss it at all. The landlord sucked, it cost too much, your neighbor was a nightmare BYE ✌️ That’s the example I’m getting anyway. Same for a job. I don’t really get love with this, unless there’s been a major ending that’s already occurred, if so the healing seems done, you’re happy, embracing this Queen of Wands energy. You’re looking good, smelling good, ready to take on life and change things how you see fit, getting back into the excitement of things, socializing a lot.

10 Pentacles:

Either this is your family having concerns for you, or you’re worried about work, maybe kids, long term effects of what’s going on now. The legacy you will leave to…your children, the ex, whoever. If someone is having a baby, you could be terrified of the money that will cost you, maybe regarding child support or childcare, you feel like your hands are tied when it comes to family. If you have some sort of home business and something happens to the home, you could be in for a rough time financially, same as losing a job, down to one income. Or have been. Or none if you’re single, family could be helping, or did once but can’t continue doing so. You’re worried about your financial independence should something go wrong (again). If you’re upset about a relationship ending, it seems to be money that’s the issue, not really any feelings involved. Or you’re finally past that now, feeling confident in yourself again.

10 Cups:

Some of you might have to move in with family for a bit, if so there’s no other choice and you know that. There are a lot of financial concerns around you, but you’re focused on what *you* want, period, and you’ll do whatever it takes to get whatever that is. A business. A child perhaps, or staying home with one, maybe watching some and getting paid. This could feel like something you’re supposed to do, your intuition is telling you so, High Priestess at the bottom. I see you in a healthy loving energy, though you may be worried about your independence and being able to do what you want, when you want, especially financially. I think you have family willing to support you through anything. Or your family are worried about your financial stability, but you’re happy so you don’t care…maybe acknowledge them so they feel heard? Some of you may have a child and don’t want to leave them to go back to work, it’s possible you’re not, or you’re planning not to, whether the partner/family member you’re with agrees or not idk. 9 Cups is a dream coming true, if that’s what you want I’m seeing “so be it”, whatever it is, I’m seeing you having or getting the support you need.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Scorpio, Virgo, Pisces, Aries & Cancer

Oracle: ✨

41 Self Love 💆🏻‍♀️

We always try to think so highly of the ones we love. We even give strangers the benefit of the doubt. But when it comes to self-love, many of us fall woefully short. To love oneself is to accept imperfection, embrace learning and battle through the all-consuming fires of self-doubt in order to find the energetic balance inside each of us. Be aware of the small, insidious voice that perhaps repeats the negative self-assessment you had as a child. Maybe an ex-lover or friend put a label on you that you’ve accepted. These self-judgements have no place in a whole, healthy relationship that is vital to have with yourself. It’s only when you find your love for yourself that you can sincerely offer love to others.

We enter into February as:

Royal Purple Brick 🧱

“She resists what she clings to.”

The fear of stepping out, of being abused, has grown so great that you no longer need a wall of fear to prevent you from living - a simple brick will do. Which of course symbolizes that what frightens you is much smaller than you imagine. What we resist, we cannot heal. Royal Purple Brick appears when we are resisting something, and may indicate a loss of faith. This is a sign of fear holding you back in some way and preventing you from moving forward. If you are experiencing pain, holding on tighter will only worsen the situation. Fear may also indicate you’re trying to save yourself from a path that will not serve you! Are you following your true passion? Is it divinely guided?

This can also indicate presently using your energy in a self-defeating way. Use your courage to let go of control and allow Spirit to come in and heal you. The promise of Royal Purple Brick is freedom after surrender. In letting go you may feel some discomfort, but you’ll also allow healing in. The fear of something is always greater than the actual event. This time period will be a life changing experience for you. Accept mystery. Release the brick and be free.

What is to be learned in February:

The Carrot Colored Cloak 🥕:

“Don’t quit before the miracle!”

You are being told that changing your direction at this time is not wise. We never know where our miracles lie in the path, often just beyond the boundary of our faith. You may not see it, but it lies ahead. When we do the work that is chosen for us, we are serving a higher order, and if we stop we upset the balance of our lives. Stick with it and have blind faith, an exciting change is coming. You must press on in the direction of your vision, what you’re working for will come to fruition.

Orange may be a lucky color 🧡

#cancer #astrology #monthly #monthly tarot reading #february 2024 #tarot #tarotblr

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folliesandfolderols · 1 year ago

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Writing prompts days 19 & 20

From this prompt list. I set a goal of writing at least 150 words per day in 2024, which sounds pretty pathetic but if you take into account the fact that I haven’t written any fiction since 2019 it felt like a feasible target. Anyway I’ve finished the first draft (it topped out at 88k words) and will be unlocking each post as I edit.

read from the beginning here

Day 18 here

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88. “Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.”

95. “Need me to remind you on what happened last night?” (slightly modified for characterization purposes)

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Out of sheer spite, he worked till when he usually got done with patrolling. Or, close to it, anyway. He fell asleep at his desk at some point and woke up with a crick in his neck and his latest case notes punctuated with a huge text block of j's from where his face had pressed against the keyboard. He glowered at the document as he highlighted the pages of sleep typing and deleted them. This proved nothing. It especially didn't prove Damian was right. About anything.

He texted Jason. where are u rn? want to talk to u abt some of the info i found on the weapons trafficking case

Jason replied after a second. Just got done showering in the Cave. I can hang around if you want or meet you next time I come in.

The city lights filtered across the room between the slats of the blinds. Tim frowned at the dust they revealed, floating sparkly in the air. He really needed to get a housekeeping service in here. He really needed to do a lot of responsible adult things.

Well, it would have to wait, because right now he had more important shit to take care of. He typed, i’ll come to u. Jason didn't like letting them know where his safehouses were, and it could be hard to catch him. Plus he wouldn't allow his computers at home to be connected to the Batcomputer, so getting information to him securely was a pain in the ass. Tim transferred what he needed to a flash drive and grabbed the keys to his Taycan.

Once he got to the Cave, he was greeted by the sight of Stephanie and Cassandra sprawled in an impossible pile on the mats in post-patrol sweats.

Stephanie looked over, distracted from spraying her water bottle's straw at Cassandra's open mouth. "Hey, Tim! You okay?" Cass made an outraged sound and leapt to her feet as water splattered all over her chest. Tim shouted with laughter. "Oh, shit! Cass—I'm so sorry—" Stephanie took off her shirt and offered it as a towel.

Cassandra waved her off with a tiny side-smile. "I have more shirts. Put yours back on." She wandered off toward the showers.

Stephanie got up and walked closer to Tim. "Seriously, though, are you all right? It's not like you to bail on patrol at the last minute."

"I'm fine. That was outside interference." He couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice, and Stephanie's gaze sharpened with curiosity immediately. Before she could ask, he cut her off with, "Where's Jason?"

She shrugged. "He left."

"What the fuck?" Tim pulled out his phone and saw a new text waiting.

Shit, sorry, didn't get your message till I was halfway home. I'll come by your place tomorrow. Lmk when you'll be around.

Ugh. Well, Bristol cell reception was notoriously bad, as witness the fact that Tim hadn't gotten any notifications himself. it's cool see u later. "Well, that sucks."

"He stand you up?" Steph asked, voice muffled by her shirt as she pulled it over her head.

"Not on purpose. But there's no real reason for me to be here if he isn't."

"Oh, fine, I see how it is." She grinned at him, sunny and unbothered.

He grinned back."You’re right. You are completely worth driving to see at 4 AM for nothing but the joy of saying hi to you. I've gotta head back, though." Movement near the showers caught his eye, and he glanced over to tell Cassandra goodbye. Instead, he saw Damian, toweling off his hair and walking barefoot toward them.

"Tim?" Stephanie's expression shifted into confusion. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'll see you later." Tim turned on his heel and started walking back to the elevator.

Damian's voice was no louder than normal, but it still stopped him in his tracks. "Drake."

Tim considered keeping walking, but that would lead to questions from Stephanie that he really didn't want to answer. With a resigned sigh, he pivoted again to face Damian. "Yeah?"

Somehow, Damian had ended up halfway across the room without looking like he'd moved more quickly than an amble. "Todd mentioned you had found some new information about the weapons traffickers. What was it?"

Tim gave him an incredulous look but managed to keep his voice even. "I'll have him tell you after we talk tomorrow." He made to leave again.

Before he could set foot in the elevator, Damian's hand had his elbow. "You may tell me now. I don't wish to wait for Todd's inevitable exaggerations and mischaracterization of the information." That was blatant slander of Jason's methodical approach to investigation. Tim opened his mouth to tell Damian so, but he didn't get a word out because Damian pushed him onto the elevator and stepped in with him. "I'll accompany you upstairs."

"Gee, thanks," Tim muttered. He waved goodbye to Stephanie and Cass, who had returned and was looking at them with far too much interest. As the elevator ascended, Tim shoved Damian back and moved as close to the exit as he could. "I don't know what you're playing at and I don't want to," he shot over his shoulder. "Leave me the hell alone."

Damian's face reflected in the door showed nothing but faintly amused contempt. "Tt. You're being childish. All this because you had to miss patrol one night?"

The doors opened to the main study, which was thankfully empty. Tim practically leaped toward the door, but once again Damian's longer legs gave him the advantage. He beat Tim to the doorknob and locked it, then stood with his arms crossed as Tim tried not to run into him.

He leaned back on his heels to glare up at the human barrier between him and freedom. "Damian, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Damian's brows lifted in cool inquiry. "I'm investigating. I thought we left things on good terms, but it seems you've decided to throw a tantrum. I want to know why."

Tim scoffed. "Oh, now you're going to act like implying I'm weak and incompetent to Bruce is somehow an accident? Like it isn't you just trying to push me out again? I can't believe I actually thought you were sincere about wanting me to help you. Was this all just some gigantic ploy to get a closer look at my vulnerabilities? Because it seems kind of hard on you, to have to spend time with someone you hate just to get an advantage."

Damian narrowed his eyes and made a grab for Tim's wrist, but Tim twisted free and shoved him again. Damian used his proximity to seize his shoulders and spin them both so Tim's back hit the door. Damian lowered his face until their noses were practically brushing and snarled, "You're delusional. For all your vaunted detective abilities you're still making unwarranted assumptions with no basis in reality. Make no mistake, the fact that I fucked you has no bearing on my decisions or actions."

Tim stiffened. Anyone could come up the elevator or be walking by in the hall. "Might I remind you that these walls aren't soundproof."

Damian loosened his hold for a bare second, then slammed him against the door again. "Might I remind you of what happened last night?" Tim wondered, through the fog of weariness, if Damian was going to kiss him, but instead, he hissed, "You quite literally fell asleep on your feet at one point while I was drying you off after you showered. That was after I listened to you crying and begging your father and mine to let you save them in your sleep, and then pretended not to wake up while you got up and began working again on just a couple hours of rest." He released Tim's shoulders and straightened to look down his nose. "Of course I told Father you needed to stay home. It was a logical decision based on observation and experience. Which is more than I can say for any of your choices at the moment."

"Oh, fuck your experience." Tim jabbed him in the chest with his finger. "It was none of your business! I'll be the one to judge whether or not I'm able to do my goddamn job, and I don't need to be nursemaided by a guy with a superiority complex big enough to sink the Titanic."

A sudden flush flooded into Damian's cheeks. His fists clenched at his sides. "Perhaps when you cease behaving like an infant, you'll no longer need a nanny to keep you from killing yourself one way or another. Until then, I suppose you'll continue foisting that job off onto those more capable of doing it, as you have so many others."

"Yeah?" Tim straightened too. His hands were shaking. He wrapped his arms around himself to hide it, which had the side benefit of helping a little with the nausea churning in his gut. "Well, I might suck at taking care of myself, but at least I was capable of getting rid of my virginity without having to beg someone I despise to do the job just because no one else wanted it."

Damian's chin jerked toward the ceiling as if Tim had slammed an uppercut to his jaw. Without waiting for him to muster a comeback, Tim unlocked the study door and fled to his car.

day twenty-one here

#damitim #tim and damian and 150 prompts #like i know what you want #folliefic

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lyra-swan · 1 month ago

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Books I've read in 2024 that I recommend:

I've read 24 books this year, which is the most I've read since I was a kid binging Warrior Cats and Enid Blyton's series, usually I'd struggle to finish one book within a year, but I got a library card this year and ended up checking out more books than I'd expected. Anyway, I wanted to make a post with my favourite reads and recommend them as a way to celebrate me being able to read so much for the first time in a long time. Big thank you to my library for all the LGBT books it keeps in stock, otherwise I would've been too bored to continue reading. The links all lead to the books' goodreads pages.

Tipping The Velvet, Sarah Waters

5/5 stars! Finished this one in December and I loved it to death! I just happened to see it on goodreads in the recommended section of another book I was looking at and I'm glad I saw it, and especially that my library had a beautiful hardcover on its shelf. It's a rags to riches, to rags to riches, then rags again story and it's a lot of fun seeing where the protagonist will end up next in a later Victorian era London. The writing is excellent, and I loved the whole cross-dressing theme in the book, especially when Nancy decides to pretend to 'be a boy' and trick gay men into believing she is one 'for a pound a suck'. The moment Kitty was introduced, on the stage as a male impersonator in a suit, I was in love with the book. I couldn't recommend this enough and if you like cross-dressing girls and tragic lesbian romances then give this a shot.

The Tin Drum, Gunter Grass

5/5 stars. This was the first book I checked out from the library this year once I updated my library card from the children's section. For a short description: it's about an insane little pervert midget who pretends to be three for the remainder of his life after turning three, and is obsessed with tin drums and nurses. It's hilarious, shocking, sometimes disgusting, and I loved the way the author wrote Oskar. My favourite aspects of his characterisation is how he chides himself for, I won't be specific for spoilers, some of the bad things he does, but as a reader I got the feeling he doesn't actually care that much, like it doesn't seem to deeply trouble him, yet somehow does, yet somehow doesn't, god he's a complicated character and I love the writing to bits. He grows up during the growth of the Nazi party and eventually, WW2, then everything afterwards, and it's such a unique perspective seeing it through this insane midget's eyes. Always the narrator (Oskar, from his bed in a mental facility) switches between first and third person, but it was done very smoothly and was just icing on the cake for me. I've spilt a full glass of wine while writing this and I'm very upset over the loss.

A Single Man, Christopher Isherwood

5/5 stars. This is my favourite novel by Christopher, having read Mr. Norris Changes Trains and Goodbye to Berlin after The Tin Drum. I watched the movie this month and while I thought it was a pretty good adaptation, I love the book more. Had I known I'd be writing this post I'd love to have written more notes for this to better put into words what exactly I loved about this book. Christopher knocked it out the park with this one, and in 1964 when E. M. Forster was still hiding Maurice, which I also read and am extremely thankful was eventually published.

Dancer from the Dance, Andrew Holleran

5/5 stars. I will need to re-read this one, I unfortunately had things going on and I was too focused on those happenings to really pay attention. But when I was able to focus on reading, I loved it a lot. It takes place in the gay scene of 1970's New York and has such a sad tone right from the first chapter, something I'm a sucker for when done right (and here it is done perfectly), but it also made me smile plenty of times. The main character's need to be liked was relatable in a way for me, and the queen Sutherland who helps him through his new life was my favourite character in the novel. (There's a Sutherland Security in my country and I always thought of the character when I saw a sign for the company while knocking on doors delivering pizza). The depiction of the setting, and the surroundings Malone finds himself in was done beautifully.

The Island of Dr. Moreau, H. G. Wells

5/5 stars. This one wasn't actually a library book, I found it by chance while I was visiting the local second-hand bookstore for a copy of any books that I wanted to read but weren't at the library. It must have been calling to me from where it sat on its shelf by the front desk, because now it's one of my favourites. If you know me then you know that I love, LOVE evil doctors who do unethical experiments, so of course I was instantly captivated by Dr. Moreau himself who was shunned by society for his own experiments, and continued to do them on an island away from society's eyes. The creatures on the island were written terrifyingly. Loved it - the tension of the protagonist exploring the island at night, even in the day, and of course I loved the doctor. Hurrah for evil doctors!

Carmilla, Sheridan Le Fanu

4/5 stars. This was the first proper vampire novel I have ever read in my life, and I'm glad for it. There was a certain eeriness to it, and though I could already guess the identity of the vampire and make out what was going on, it didn't diminish that eerie quality. I never thought a vampire novel could have that effect on me! I have to wonder what the first readers back in 1872 thought of it if this is how I felt despite all the pop culture surrounding vampires here in 2024. Also, the very reason I decided to read this: the Sapphic undertones in every interaction between Laura and Carmilla. *Chef's kiss*. It's not explicitly lesbian but it's definitely worth a mention. I suppose my one complaint would be how, many, commas, there were, in each sentence, but I got used to it.

Seducing the Sedgwicks Series, Cat Sebastian

4.5/5 stars. Again so thankful to my library for stocking a variety of LGBT books, from tragic types like Dancer from the Dance to comfiness like these. I still haven't read the third one, but I intend to and am excited to because the first two were so good! So far the second book is my favourite of this series, the main characters just being a perfect mesh for each other. I always thought those Victorian romances with their silly covers were silly, but I guess if it's gay I actually like them. (Or lesbian, in fact I ended up buying Cat's A Little Light Mischief because of how I enjoyed reading her work in this series.)

The Jasmine Throne, Tasha Suri

4/5 stars. This was the first lesbian novel I have ever read, thanks library! I have to admit that at the start I thought I might not enjoy it after all, but the world was interesting and I really wanted to see how things would go between the girls Malini and Priya, so I kept reading and ended up liking it more than I thought. I was really disappointed seeing my library didn't have the next two books - until not too long ago! My library has now acquired them and I feel very lucky and thankful.

Other books I read, loved, and recommend:

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov (beautifully written, bought and started reading last year, finished this year)

The Captive Prince series by C. S. Pacat (SO fun)

Maurice by E. M. Forster

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Animal Farm by George Orwell (it's always relevant, isn't it? When Snowball was being blamed for everything that went wrong on the farm, it sounded eerily similar...)

Night by Elie Wiesel (should be read by everyone)

The year isn't over so I might yet finish a few more books, I have Annie on My Mind and Late Bloomer sitting on my bedside drawers. I hope I can continue reading next year though I might be busy since I'll be starting study. Either way I feel a bit proud of myself for being able to read so much for the first time in ages, all thanks to my library. I'm blessed that New Zealand can't be half-bothered 'cracking down' on LGBT books in the libraries, so that I and everyone else can have free access to these books. Of course, I could pirate when I'm out of money, but where's the fun in that? I love holding the books in my hands and smelling their pages like some kind of freak.

#books #book recommendations #library #lgbt books #reading recommendations #classic books

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mostlymalena · 3 months ago

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October 14th 2024 10:04am

I'm at Coffee Time for old times sake, and the sake of time. On Monday's I take bunny Jo to school and pick her up so sitting here is more efficient than Ibis.

I have had the best week in a while. Yesterday was out of a movie.

I woke up and got Waffle House with Ethan and then we got home and bottle flipped and did cartwheels with O outside for like two hours lmao. After I laid out a blanket and me and Ethan watched an episode of SVU. Hayday came back into town until Tampa is done being rained on, so he came over and Dylan joined and we all played bad mitten in the back yard for a while. It was so fun. We all just hung out outside and on my porch for like 6 hours haha. We had dinner and then everyone left and Brooklyn Bridge came over and we watched SVU till 2:30 am hehe. It was perfect.

The past week has been so fun as well. Thursday me and apple boy hung out and ran errands and such together. We lounged in the park and watched someone do a halloween shoot with purple smoke and everything haha. I went to beach bars that night dressed in a trench coat, head scarf, and big sunglasses. It was so fun!! I don't drink at the bars so I was being a lunatic for the plot I guess. Friday I spent most my day at concord with Jo and apple boy met me there. He taught me a new games called Go which was basically connect 4 but on a grid and you connect 5. I beat him in that and then we played a round of chess that I also beat him in. He is good at chess and I think he could be better than me if he played with someone else besides me haha. He snuck a film picture of me, well knowing him he did not care if I noticed or not. I did notice. I wonder if he will ever show it to me. I know he has taken pictures of me before and most of them I will never see.

Saturday night we went to a Brat dj set my friend put on a Palate. Jo and I have grown to enjoy Palate during the day. Anyways I wore something I NEVER wear. I'll add pics:

It was slutty ngl but it was the vibe of the night and hell I never wear a bra so YOLO. Anyways me and the gang go to the show and Grace is there. I, of course, instantly get sick LMAO. But we did not talk but we did look at each other. I also did blonde brows for that look and they are growing on me NGL. A lot of people told me a while back not to dye them bc I wanted to so bad and my boyfriend at the time told me I would look ugly so I didnt but COME ON. I think it looks sick.

I was a little upset seeing Grace of course, especially since she got into a relationship so quickly after she tried to patch things up with me. Bay is the best at talking me out of my head when it comes to that. She tells me I am much calmer and happier and I have to agree. My life is calmer and happier. It also sucks bc for 9 months it was chaos and I thought something was wrong with me because of that.

Im so excited for my halloween party!!!! It's going to be so so so fun. I have to remember to write everyday bc if I don't I'll forget the fun little details that make my life worth it all.

25 has been the best year of my life honestly. I'm so excited for 26 and beyond. I'm so glad I was unsuccessful at my suicide attempts when I was younger.

I want to live a long time.

Thats all for now, gotta review applicants for a content creator I'm hiring. Idk if me and apple boy are hanging today school is busy for him. I havent told him when I'm leaving, gonna Irish goodbye it.

#October 2024

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fioaezzu · 10 months ago

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blog number 1: fiu's / fio's blog

table of contents:

-intro text and warm welcome

-what happened at me today?

-what did I learned from this day?

-outro

hi lovelies, are you interested to read?

intro:

hello lovelies, glad you're here to read my blog today. *smiles* please take a coffee and starts to sip, because I'll be sharing some of interesting happened today in my life!

I'm willing to read all of the comments lovelies, don't hesitate to share your day with me! have a good day.

what happened today?

I'm here outside, done reading a book. wonder what book I am reading? It's "I had the same dream again" it's a really nice book! you should try to read it too.

March, Second, 2024 at Frankfurt, Germany.

4:30 AM: it was a lovely day to start a good morning. I cooked one egg and prepare a hot fresh rice to eat. when I finished eating I put gears on and droves my bike. (motorcycle) I went to a cafe named Sueño. I ordered 1 latte for myself then after that I went to ride again. it was early in the morning so I started to reach 3 digits speed on my motorcycle Yamaha R1. It feels amazing riding while listening to a playlist called "Study Lo-Fi 2024" at the app "Spotify". I have met a really mascular men riding a Ducati today. he waved at me and I waved back. I didn't had a chance to ask his name because I suddenly accelerate because I was too shy and blushing that time! yeah, that's so true. I think that's why I am still single at the age of 23.

7:00 AM: I goes back at home real tired, so I took a quick nap and washes my dirty clothes. after that I watched a TV show, which really entertains me.

12:57 AM: I'm going to continue it!

after I watch some TV shows I drew könig! oh, I love könig. then after clearing my mind on sketching könig, I proceed to go out and get some fresh air.

8:00 PM: I was a bit sad realizing my life was so boring that I only live alone so I went riding again.

10:00 PM: I went home real tired... my body almost shaking as hell...

12:00 AM: I'm eating some tacos for my dinner! (oh please don't do what am I doing right now, it's unhealthy!)

what I learned today? (sharing some thoughts also)

- actually my life was a bit normal anyways but can we just tell it's peaceful? no distractions, no boys, no marriage... but I really need one... (I don't wanna die virgin! ＼⁠(⁠≧⁠ﾛ⁠≦⁠＼⁠) !)

- I am really suck also at... that thing called "love" that I never had EVER ON MY EXISTENCE! now, I am so confused how it feels like being hug, cries on someone's shoulder, being sang by someone, being able to share and open up with someone, just you know! it's so good! (until you guys broke up lol)

- okay so what you learned and I learned this day is bro don't be single it's worst. just kidding, I meant, it's way more peaceful being single like... you have no responsibility on your children, (cause you haven't f*cked yet) you can do whatever you want without limitation, (because your husband wouldn't stop you from whatcha want to do) and lastly! bro you're living alone! you prove yourself you can stand without anyone's help! omg be proud!

outro:

goodbye lovelies, I hope you enjoy that... I really hope... okay so, stay safe! ride safe! see you tomorrow!

- if you got some questions put it down at the comments!

thank you for reading, appreciate you! \(°v°)/

#blog #a new day #good morning #girlie things #chill vibes #safe place #relaxation #relaxed rp #flowers

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listieshadows · 1 year ago

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Listie babbles about her CD haul (2024/01/14)

Yesterday I walked into my local Sunrise Records with the intention of purchasing The Beatles' Yellow Submarine Songtrack to complete my collection of Beatles albums featured on a picture I've had of their discography that's been hanging on my wall for years. However, unfortunately, it wasn't there, and in a fit of "Well, since I'm here," I impulse purchased a bunch of other albums. And since I wanna talk about music more, hey, I'm gonna take a sec to talk about them! I hope nobody who sees this on their timeline minds the self-indulgence.

Green Day – Warning (2000)

One of my top five favorite Green Day albums. Probably even top three. I really liked this brief folk punk turn for the band, and tunes like "Misery", "Macy's Day Parade", "Waiting", "Church On Sunday", "Minority"... Aw, it's just great stuff.

I've been meaning to get more Green Day stuff, anyway. For years the only albums of theirs I've had are American Idiot and Revolution Radio, and I'd like to have an unbroken line of their discography from Kerplunk to 21st Century Breakdown. After that, with stuff like the "Trilogy" and Father Of All... Eh, I'll pass. And we'll see about their new album when that comes out. For now, I'll say that I did also consider picking up Dookie while I was there, but all they had was the anniversary box, and I didn't wanna add an additional $92 onto my purchase. But speaking of anniversary editions being my only option...

Elton John – Honky Châtaeu (50th Anniversary Edition) (2023)

This is currently my second favorite Elton John album, behind Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. I mean, come on, side one is a killer. Aside from having "Honky Cat" and "Rocket Man", it's got "Mellow" and "Susie (Dramas)"... Come on! Of course side two is great as well—"Amy", "Hercules", all that—but "Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters" has just never done it for me, honestly? Plus, sometimes I forget what "Slave" sounds like, so there's that, too.

Now, if I could've avoided it, I wouldn't have paid $32 to own the two disc anniversary edition. But that was the only version they had there, an', y'know, that just sucks a little sometimes, right? Like, you just want the darn album and not all of the extra demos and live recordings they're charging you more for, but that's your only option unless you wanna go trawling around Discogs or eBay for a more standard edition. And if I didn't love physically browsing so much...! Although that's probably what I'm gonna hafta put up with anyway if I wanna get Yellow Submarine Songtrack, so...

Iron Maiden – Powerslave (1984) and No Prayer For The Dying (1990)

I'm pairing these two together for a specific reason, and I'll get to that in a second, but first lemme get my opinions out of the way. Powerslave might be my favorite Iron Maiden album—at the very least it's in solid competition with The Number Of The Beast. I find there's hardly a moment wasted on it, and of course the big hits are all fantastic: "Aces High", "2 Minutes To Midnight", "Powerslave" and the incredible "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner". In terms of Maiden's "epic songs," I like "Empire Of The Clouds" better, but "Rime Of The Ancient Mariner" still holds a very high second place.

No Prayer, meanwhile, is an album I only first heard last year, and I can sort of tell why people don't like it so much. After the innovations of Somewhere In Time and Seventh Son, it's a big step back; and even for fans who preferred the earlier sound to the synths, the songs just aren't as tight as Killers or Number or any of them. Fear Of The Dark later on was an improvement, but only so much because of its bloated track list. Still, I've listened to the From Fear To Eternity compilation enough times that I have a spot for "Tailgunner" and "Holy Smoke", plus I think "Mother Russia" is kind of neat as well.

But why did I get both of them? You might not be wondering that up until I tell you that I've already owned a copy of Powerslave for years. In fact, it was the second or third Iron Maiden album I'd ever bought. So what's, uh, the deal, then? To put it in short, there was a box set released in 1998 called Eddie's Head which had their first twelve live and studio albums, from their eponymous debut all the way up to Live At Donington. At some point they were all released individually, and those were the copies I was collecting. After all, their spines formed a picture of Eddie. I had to have a full collection!

But I had one stipulation in mind: I knew that No Prayer was considered the worst Dickinson album, so I wanted to get that one last. That meant if I wanted to finish my collection, I had to find a copy of Live At Donington. Though no matter how many times I looked at HMV or Sunrise, I could never find it. It was only years later when I finally checked Discogs and saw how much a copy was going for these days that I realized, "Oh, they're not selling this at chain stores anymore." And in fact, they're not selling any album from this release anymore. They've all been replaced by the 2015 remaster, so I couldn't even get an Eddie's Head version of No Prayer even if I wanted to.

So I just gave up! I picked up the 2015 remaster of No Prayer so I could finally have an unbroken studio run from their debut to The X Factor, and I got Powerslave alongside so it wouldn't look stupid sitting all by itself. Will I ever get the rest of them? I mean, if that's the only option for the Iron Maiden albums I'm still missing, sure, I guess. I like their spines, too, so I'm getting that out of this whole ordeal at least.

(And in looking up a picture of the Eddie's Head spines to link to, it seems like I was also missing A Real Live Dead One as well? So... Oops! Guess that's two albums I would've had to get!)

Prince – Come (1994)

The first time I heard this album, it was because of a podcast I'm making my way through: Jukebox Zeroes. The whole concept of the podcast is that it sees the two hosts plus guests reacting to and reviewing what's considered the worst albums from famous artists, like Metallica's St. Anger or Madonna's American Life, for example. Come was the album they'd selected to cover Prince, though by the end of the episode they admitted that they should've picked, like, Rave Un2 The Year 2000, 'cuz Come really isn't Prince's worst, or even a bad album. Frankly, it's rather something that Prince considered this "lesser material" that he threw at Warner Bros. just to get out of his contract with them.

I think they largely singled "Dark" as their favorite song on the album, but for me, it's "Letitgo". I absolutely love that synth melody that Prince sings along to for the chorus. The pre-chorus is really fun, too, I think. For, like, a month or two afterwards it was in my frequent rotation, usually played alongside Angela Aki's cover of "Still Fighting It" for some reason.

Ultimately, I prefer the album he put more attention into and wanted to have released at the same time, The Gold Experience (which I've had for months longer), but I don't think Come should be skipped. I mean, at the end of the day, it's still a Prince album. It's rare he makes bad music, and Come doesn't fall into that. Well, maybe "Solo", but your mileage will vary, of course.

And as a little divergence, can I just say that, before I got Come, it was really funny that I had the Love Symbol album and The Gold Experience sitting right next to each other on my shelf? Jus', one where Prince used the symbol as an album title, and then one where he used it as his name. It's great.

#text #long post #rambling #music #album haul #cd haul #green day #green day warning #elton john #honky château #iron maiden #powerslave #no prayer for the dying #prince #prince come

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chapter 15

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 2.04K

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔞/𝔫: these next few chapters i really like, they're a LOT of connection time between tae and yen. plus idk why but since a majority of this chapter happens in the rain it just makes it ten times SPOICIER

They leave you behind.

As you watch them go, you can't help but be reminded of that which you have lost. The sight of their hand linked together shocks you with a pain deep in your heart. Ignoring the lump turning in your throat, you bat away your memories, and try to rise and wave goodbye.

Keyword….TRIED.

“Oh, no you don't,” Taehyung says as he pushes on your shoulders, sitting you back down.

You plump down on the wall, tilting your head up to glare at him. He meets it with a look of his own, before slowly bringing the ice up to his face, and grinning almost manically. You roll your eyes, leaning back, and he chuckles, positioning himself on the ground with the ice.

“So, what were you telling those kids anyway?”

You sigh, taking out your sketchbook once more as he tries his hardest to open the bag. You only need one pencil at the moment to finish the drawing, so as you bring it out, you smother your smile at his struggle, resisting the urge to mutter karma underneath your breath.

“Nothing much….just a story they asked me to tell.” You explain, not wanting to draw attention to your drawing or have him looking at it any closer than he has to. There’s something about him looking into it, about him seeing what you can see that scares you.

“Are you okay?” His voice breaks you out of your thoughts and you blink, looking up at him, and finding his eyes mere inches from yours. His hand rests on your knee as he pushes himself up to meet your gaze, his long dark eyelashes fluttering as he blinks. As you slowly nod, he pulls away, chuckling. “For a moment there, I thought I lost you. Where did you go?”

“Nowhere. I was just...spacing out I guess.” You say, shrugging it off, and resuming your preparation. You twirl your pencil in your hand, smirking as Tae finally opens the bag, the contents inside spraying out in an explosion. He lets out a surprised splutter, and you release a small laugh before turning away and starting your lazy task of filling in the last minute details of your work.

He brings some of the ice out of the massive bag and places it inside one of the many plastic Ziploc bags he had hidden in his backpack. Why he has Ziploc bags in there, you don't know, but who are you to judge when you have “emergency towels” in yours? Once he closes the bag, he turns to your foot, which you have delicately placed over your right leg to rest it. He reaches for it, but hesitates, looking up at you.

“Ummm...may I? That is to say, is it okay if I….ummm…” he asks a bit uncomfortably, and you raise your eyebrow at him over your sketchbook, smirking a bit just to tease him. He doesn't move, his hand held in an awkward hovering position over your foot, and you try to resist the urge to laugh at the uncomfortable look on his face.

“I suppose. That is if you don't mind the stink.” You remark, and he wrinkles his nose at you. You chuckle as he turns away, preparing to pull off your shoe.

He zips down your wedge and pulls it off of your foot, gently. Almost as if you were Cinderella. As he pulls off your shoe, setting it beside the rest of the ice, he makes a big show of how “stinky” it is, pinching his nose. You laugh, hitting him on his arm, and he laughs too, flinching away.

“I’m just joking! I'm just joking!!!” he cries, laughing before you end your attacks, giving him the stink eye. It's pretty futile, considering you can't stop the grin from spreading on your face.

As he works, examining your leg, his hands explore the space between your calf and your foot. With a soft touch, they tenderly search for any sign of swelling, anything that might indicate a trip to a hospital, or something worse than a mere bruise.

As they touch the space between your tights and your foot, where the material breaks and his soft fingers brush over your bare skin, a shudder passes through you. Your heart accelerates, and you can feel it as your face flushes beet red. Immediately, you hide behind your sketchbook, clenching your eyes tightly shut. You try to tell yourself to ignore it, that they are just fingers, just the touch of someone who's trying to help you out.

However, the fact that they are his fingers, the fact that it is his touch, refuses to be ignored. Finding your breath has come short, you glance at him, hoping that he hasn't noticed. Thankfully, at the moment, he is too distracted by his inspection.

Eyebrows furrowing in concentration, he decides to pull off your sock to get a better look, this time not even asking your permission. As he does, you hiss in pain, his fingers passing over a tender spot on your ankle. He immediately stops moving his hands, flinching off you as he looks up.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly and you shake your head, pulling back a bit and swallowing hard. Now you're worried, you didn't think it would be this bad.

“Can I…?” he inquires, gesturing back to your leg, where his hand rests carefully underneath your ankle. You nod mutely, swallowing hard, as you set your drawing aside and position yourself securely on the bench. You brace yourself for the next time he touches you, pulling the sock completely off and setting it inside your wedge beside him.

This time when you feel the sting of pain, you merely wince, sucking in a small intake of breath. He looks up at you, as though asking if you're okay, and you shake him away. He nods before inspecting your ankle. As he angles your foot to the side, your eyes widen at the sight of your ankle.

Curse that damn suitcase.

When you fell, you felt your ankle twist beneath you because of the suitcase behind you, but you didn't imagine it would have this much of an impact.

The entirety of your outside ankle is discolored, a mixture of blues, purples, and dark greens to show you that it is a bruise. It's begun to swell, turning into an ugly injury, one that you can't possibly walk on. When you tried to walk earlier, you only made it worse, making it swell and discolor; hardly giving it any time to heal. Your tight shoe put only more pressure on it, which didn't help matters.

“Taehyung….”

“I told you.” His voice is soft, but you can hear the frustration behind it. The anger which makes his words sting, which makes you wince. As he looks up at you, you can see the irritation clear on his face. Accusing you, forcing you to admit that you were wrong.

“Why didn't you listen to me? Now….” he breaks off, shaking his head as he swallows hard and picks up the Ziploc bag of ice. You stay silent, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to apologize for your pride.

Taehyung carefully wraps your leg in the ice, bringing out the athletic tape he keeps in his backpack. Truth be told, he had almost forgotten that he had it with him. He silently thanks Jungkook for convincing him to carry athletic tape with him. Who knew that he would have to use it to treat an injury that a stupid girl refused to treat herself?

Watching you do this to yourself...

It's almost as though he were watching Jungkook tire himself out to reach perfection.

As though he were watching Jimin starve himself, or work himself to exhaustion because he never believes himself to be enough.

As though he were witnessing JHope sacrifice his happiness just so that everyone else can be happy.

As though he were watching Namjoon and Suga work so tirelessly to produce their music, just to make it as perfect as they believe it should be. Sometimes sleeping at the studio, or staying awake through the night.

It’s even worse when he sees Jin in you.

When he sees how you give everything up. How you give yourself up just because you’re trying to hold everyone else together. Just because you’re trying to hold yourself together. Just so that you won’t break. You feel as though your pain is nothing, as though you are nothing compared to everyone else and that to fix yourself, you have to save others.

Tae sees that in Jin every day.

All because he wants their happiness over his.

Tae hates that.

It's almost as if, watching you, he were watching his friends waste away just so that they can succeed in a life that won't last forever.

It angers him, that he can't protect them from a pain that isn't so easily cured.

Now...he's feeling the same anger towards you.

You regard Taehyung with wary eyes, watch as he secures the Ziploc bag around your ankle with athletic tape. Something he had randomly in the simple black backpack which rests on his shoulders. He has to make at least two more bags of ice before your entire ankle is covered, the ice offering a sweet relief from the pain you were experiencing before.

You have to refrain from letting out a deep sigh of relief as it immediately begins to erase the pain, but you manage, biting your bottom lip softly. He nods in satisfaction as he finishes, letting your leg rest gently back on the ground. As he finishes, his eyes rise to yours.

“I'm sorry.” You whisper, and he looks away, as though reminded of why he was mad at you. His hands release your leg and he gathers all the materials he used to help you out, starting to put them away. You continue, trying to explain yourself, as though that will somehow make things better. “I guess I didn't want to trouble you, I didn't mean--”

“Why?” His question is soft, but immediately cuts you off.

“What do you mean?” you ask him, as he puts away his supplies and scoffs.

“Why was it such a problem?” he asks as he raises his eyes to yours. Despite the hat, you can see how his eyes pierce into yours. How they tear down every wall you have ever built and shock you deep into your core. When you don't answer him, he continues, tying the large bag of ice once more, and leaning it against the park bench.

“Why did it matter if I wanted to help you? It was my choice, my issue. So why did you try so hard to walk away?” as he picks up your shoe and offers it to you, he rises as well, holding it to you. Slowly, you take it, placing it on top of your satchel. There’s no way you're going to fit that around your ankle now.

You sigh before answering, almost unsure of what to say.

How to answer.

You’ve always been like this. Never accepting help, wanting to do things on your own….it's just how you are. It wouldn't change just because you meet someone slightly more famous than everyone else out there, that's just not how it works.

At least, not for you.

“I didn't feel like I should burden you.” You murmur.

As you say the words, he can't help but stare at you, all of his frustration fading away. He can't help but feel surprised at the answer.

“You're not a burden,” he says softly, drawing your eyes to meet him. He smiles kindly at you. “I wasn't obligated to help you, I wanted to. So don't worry, you aren't a burden.”

Lost in the moment, neither one of you looks away.

So lost in him, you almost don't hear the thunder before the first lightning bolt strikes the sky.

You both break away at the sound, staring up at the sky.

The rain starts as a mere trickle of sprinkles but soon grows into a roar of harsh, pounding droplets of tears from the sky within a few seconds. You flinch away from it, immediately dropping your head and shielding your eyes from the rain. Taehyung does the same, flipping up his hoodie over his hat, as though he needed more protection.

People are running from the rain, heading for cover. There are shrieks everywhere as the downpour begins, and surprised bystanders try their best to hide from it.

You take it all in with wide, dazed eyes, but honestly, you can’t feel anything.

Maybe you should be panicking, maybe you should start moving, trying to find some kind of shelter, but you just sit there. Your eyes glazing over, the rain around you reflecting your hopelessness, your despair, your pain. It all combines into a cold numbing feeling that resounds through your body, makes you go still, makes you retreat into the flaming chaos of your mind.

Taehyung starts saying something as he turns from you, surveying the rest of the crowd.

You try to hear him, you do, but as your eyes wander over to the bench beside you, they are lost, in the roar that starts to grow in your ears. Your heart immediately drops to your stomach in disappointment and panic, as you see it.

Your sketchbook, open and bare, on the bench next to you.

It lies there, vulnerable, as the raindrops desperately soak up the page.

Frantically, you snatch your sketchbook off from the bench beside you.

Biting your bottom lip, you hide it in your massive coat which still hangs around your shoulders, trying your hardest to dry it off in frantic fear. You try to ignore the lump turning in your throat, try to ignore the burning behind your eyes.

Was it all for nothing?

You swallow hard, holding your sketchbook safe to your chest, your coat protecting you so far from the rain which has fallen. You would have stayed there through the whole storm, wallowing in self-pity, if not for Taehyung.

As the rain pelts down, the storm growing fiercer by the minute, he literally has to take you by the arm, and shake you before you awake and finally register what he's saying.

“Did you hear me?!” he shouts, his hand tight and cold around yours. It's drenched, and his hat is dripping as he leans in front of you, shouting words you barely register. It's only then that you hear the deafening roar of the storm, the faint screams, and shrieks around you, and his panicked voice. It’s only then that you feel the cold, the water running off of your body, the shivers coursing throughout. It’s only then that you awake from the thoughts consuming your mind.

Looking up at him, you allow yourself to be a bit amazed.

He woke you up.

“Come on! We have to go!” He shouts as he tries to pull you up. His slick grip tightens around your hand, as his urgency grows. Pulling on your arm, he tries to drag you along with him as he walks away, but you stop him.

You tug back, your hand slipping out of his. Pausing, he turns to you, confused. Raising your eyebrow, you mutely gesture down to your ankle, at the melting ice pack and makeshift compress he made for you.

His eyes darken with understanding as he moves back beside you.

Placing your arms around yourself and holding yourself in a tight embrace, you shiver in silence. You have gotten used to the rhythm of the droplets which fall on your head, drenching you from head to toe, and plastering your hair to your face and the back of your neck. They uncomfortably roll down your skin leaving behind small paths of rivers on your skin as though branding you with its mark.

You carefully slide your sketchbook into your satchel, closing it up tightly along with the rest of your art supplies. You stare at it, swallowing hard as you try to ignore the tears which threaten to spill on your already wet face. The trees' dense leaves have succumbed to the weight of the rain, and no longer offer much shelter for you, but as of this moment, you could care less. Smiling slightly, you bow your head, already resigned to waiting here through the rain.

As you clutch your coat tighter around your body, it takes you a moment, but soon you realize that the steady drum of the rain is no longer playing on your head.

Confused, you lift your bowed head and find Taehyung before you.

He stares down at you, those hazelnut eyes regarding you with guarded pain. Inches away from you, his hands are extended so that they rest on the tree trunk directly behind you. You share the same breath, the same heat, the same protection. He has provided a haven, a place where you can be safe from the storm around the two of you.

You meet his steady gaze with one of your own, a bit surprised.

“We have to go.” He whispers, his lips looking more glossy than ever amidst the humidity and the rain dripping off of his face. You swallow hard, forcing your eyes away from them and meeting his eyes, desperately trying to ignore how the rainwater has made his face shine in a very distracting way.

“I know that you can't exactly walk right now, but I’ll carry you.” He offers, pushing himself off of the tree trunk, and holding his hand out to you. You don't take his hand right away, regarding him with wary eyes. Tae grows impatient and bites his bottom lip with anticipation as the wind starts to blow harder, the storm growing worse by the minute.

“What are you waiting for?!” he shouts over the deafening gusts.

You hope your hesitation isn't too obvious, but Taehyung notices.

Of course, he notices.

If Jungkook were here, would things be different? Would you trust him to take you to safety?

He’s always felt as though he weren't good enough. Not for ARMY, not for his hyungs, not for his family, and now…

Not for you.

“What about your backpack?!” You call out to him from your perch on the bench, trying to distract from the real reason and bring up a new problem. A bit confused, he looks at his back as though he had forgotten it was there. He ponders the question for a moment before shrugging it off his shoulders and holding it out to you.

“You could carry it instead!” He responds, and you slowly take it, securing it around your shoulders. When you're finished, he looks at you expectantly. “Are you ready?!”

“Are you sure?! Wouldn't it be better to wait for the bus to come back?!” You cry out over the start of the storm. Taehyung, drenched already from standing in the rain for too long, rolls his eyes almost before taking you forcibly by the hands and lifting you off the bench.

Not expecting the action, you jump to your feet. Your foot failing you once again, you fall into his waiting arms, your hands resting securely on his chest. Shaking your head slightly, you raise your eyes to his and falter. The fact that he’s so close to you, that he’s holding you, causes your heart to soar with unimaginable emotion so much so that it's near impossible to pull away. His arms are secure around your waist, hands pressing against your back as you lean on him.

His eyes stare profusely into your own as you gaze at him, searching his deep pools of color. You're able to see the tiny raindrops which have caught onto his thick eyelashes, the smooth angle of his cheekbone, the defined muscle of his jawline.

You're lucky your hands are clinging to his chest because if they weren't, you might've gotten too close for comfort.

On the other hand...perhaps you're already too close.

You avoid his eyes, biting your lip furiously, as you command yourself to hold back. Now is not the time or place for your imagination to run wild.

His hands respond to your touch, wrapping themselves around yours as though instructing you to keep them securely on his chest. As though refusing to let you fall.

Breathing heavily, you look up at him at the touch, your wide, hesitant eyes searching his.

“Trust me.” He says, close enough now that he doesn't have to shout, recreating a space for the two of you to exist in. “I promise you won't fall, so trust me, please.”

When he looks at you that way, beautiful hazelnut eyes staring deep into your soul, it's hard for you to say no. You nod, mutely, and he smiles. After a moment, he slowly releases his hold on your waist, wrapping his hand around yours and directing it to rest on his back as he kneels on the wet, dirty concrete sidewalk, his back broadening as his muscles stretch to fit the position. Gathering your emotions, you hesitate, wondering if this is a wise idea, but Taehyung cuts through your thoughts.

“Just hop on! Act like it's a piggyback ride!” he instructs from the ground, causing you to smirk before you raise your coat over your head and prepare to climb on.

“Isn't that exactly what it is?!” you bring to his attention.

He smirks, unable to prevent the soft laugh from escaping his body. Letting out a soft sigh, you prepare to board him, as though he were a train, analyzing the best way to get on. You secure your injured foot first, and he wraps his firm arm around it, making sure that it's safe from the rain. Your other foot comes next, and you wrap it carefully around his waist, in the little bent position like most piggyback rides. With the other leg, you pull your entire body weight on him, wrapping your hands around his chest, right where his collarbone meets his pectorals.

As your entire body rests on him now, he is acutely aware of it. He tries his hardest not to blush, reminding himself that this was his idea, that he was the one who pushed for this. He tries to ignore the fact that when your hand accidentally slides up a bit and grazes his throat, he can't help the shudder that passes through his body as he immediately looks to the floor. He swallows hard, his eyes burning a hole in the ground as you pull your coat over the both of you, offering a sort of canopy or umbrella against the rain.

Once you've finished, you position yourself so that you're secure on his back, your face resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. An action which he certainly feels as his heart seems to drop to the bottom of his chest at a million miles an hour. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before turning to face you as best as he can. You pull back your face a bit as well so that you can get a clearer view.

“You ready?” he asks you, half teasing, an inquiry which makes you smile.

“Are you?” you ask in turn, and he looks away, laughing a bit before rising to his feet with surprising swiftness. You almost fall with how fast he stands, and you have to scramble to secure your hold around his neck. He laughs hysterically at your reaction, and you have to fight to keep your smile at bay before you smack him on his shoulder. You can feel him laugh beneath you. It's a warm sound, something that resounds throughout his entire body.

“Don't do that!” You demand, pouting almost before his laughter subsides. He glances at you once more over his shoulder, smirking at your pouty expression.

“I thought you said you were ready.” He challenges, raising his eyebrow, and you roll your eyes at him, lifting your head off of his shoulder.

“Correction. I said, ‘are you?’ Technically I never answered your question.” You retort and he chuckles, nodding as he turns his head to the road before the both of you.

“Is that so?” he asks and you nod. Finding it more comfortable to rest your head on his shoulder, you lean forward, your hands sliding down his chest with the movement. He falters at the touch and tries to drown out the incessant pounding of his heart with his voice. A futile effort, but an understandable one.

“Well, now's the time. Here, I'll ask again.” You roll your eyes at his condescending tone.

“Are you ready now?”

You wait a bit before answering his question, if only just to get on his nerves a bit. Overdramatically, you raise your hand to your chin, pondering the question and making a sort of humming sound as though you're thinking hard about it. He notices the sarcastic notion and scoffs. You pause for too long, however, and he grows tired of waiting.

After a moment, he raises his eyes to the warm canopy of your coat that you have offered, and pretends to drop you once more. Leaving you to cling to his neck frantically and him dying in a fit of laughter. You hit his head in retaliation this time, and he ducks, unable to stop his laughter. You can't help but laugh as well. When you gain your composure, you raise yourself a bit, by placing your hands on his slick head and pointing forward.

“Onward!” you cry. Taehyung chuckles to himself from underneath you, trying his hardest to gain his composure but failing miserably. “Go to Narnia!”

When you tap his head slightly as though they were the reins of a horse, his laughter fades and he smirks at you over his shoulder. At that look, you automatically wish you hadn’t said anything at all.

“Oh no.” You groan before he turns back to the road, and breaks off into a run down the street. You let out a startled laugh, barely managing to secure your hold around his neck before he’s speeding off into the distance. As he runs, you cling onto him for dear life, smiling with content as you rest against the crook between his neck and his shoulder.

A small space, yet you fit perfectly.

As though it were made just for you.

You hold tighter to him, and close your eyes, trying to convince yourself that this isn't a dream; that this is all real. That you are this close to Taehyung and it's not just something you made up in your mind.

You try so very hard, but when you open your eyes when you see his grin…

You are shocked all over again.

Once more, you find it hard to believe.

In an impossible situation, is it okay to believe that it's not all in your head?

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: so when i was reviewing them, i was like omg, i did NOT realize how many intimate scenes i put in there so ;-;

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