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wu-sisyphus-gang · 3 years

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Motion Sickness Chapter 86

I asked out a girl and got rejected today. Stay safe, gentlemen. Ladies already know.

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(Weiss's PoV)

"What happened to him?" I asked. I watched Cloud get carted away on a stretcher.

"Emerald summoned an image of Salem with her semblance." Penny stated in her informative tone. "He started to seize. I think the illusion triggered him somehow. Cinder used the cover it provided to make her escape."

"Without Mercury," Yang tapped the body of the warrior with her foot.

"Cloud killed him," Penny murmured. "He drove his blade through his chest. He died almost instantly. You can see the wound."

I could. A great blade had been jabbed under Mercury's ribs and out the other side. Cloud's broadsword was stained with Mercury's blood.

"So what? Cloud can't even look at Salem without having some kind of episode?" Yang asked.

"The image was a bit intense, even to me. Afterwards he started to ramble. I think he was trying to tell me she was in his mind," Penny told us. "He couldn't get the words out, though. I think she was using the opportunity to attack him. To start another of her hacking attempts."

"I hope he's okay…" Ruby mumbled. "He didn't handle meeting his sisters very well. This probably wasn't good for him."

"I thought he was going to die," Penny informed us, devoid of nearly all emotion.

"It was that bad?" I asked.

"He was really seizing and frothing at the mouth," Penny said. "I must report to Ironwood now. Excuse me."

She stepped away and took off like a jet. She soared overhead and in the direction of the academy.

"It's bad if he can't even look at her without having epilepsy. I don't think he'll be able to fight her. At least not physically. Not unless he gets much stronger mentally," I said. "When we fight her it'll have to be without Cloud's help."

"When we fight her…" Ruby trailed off. "I don't know how we'll be able to do it without Cloud. But if he really can't look at her then he'll never be able to help us."

"Maybe he'll get stronger," Blake said. She sounded like she didn't believe it, though.

"His meds aren't working," Ruby murmured. "They're supposed to prevent this but it doesn't seem like they did anything. Maybe we should let him go back to self medicating. He was doing relatively okay before he got on these meds. At least according to him."

"I don't know… all the doctors think that's a bad idea," I returned uneasily. "But maybe some of those meds he's on are just making things worse."

"At least he got Mercury. That's another bad guy down and in Cloud's pocket," Yang said. "He's not useless."

"He would be in a fight against Salem," Blake muttered. She was right. "He can't fight in his condition."

"He might know more. We should ask him when he wakes up," Ruby murmured.

I couldn't even be mad about him getting in this fight. He had support. He let us know what was happening. It even seemed like he had grounds to say that he'd been winning based on Mercury's corpse. It just still wasn't enough. Salem had exploited a tiny advantage over him and it sounded like he'd almost died over it.

It was… unrighteously unfair. He'd done everything right. It just hadn't been enough. Salem was ruthless. Cloud often described her as a goddess. He said he felt like a dog next to her. I wondered how true that was. Salem was old, she had magic, she was on another level, even from the maidens. It sure seemed like she was unbeatable when she toppled Cloud so easily.

It was easy to drown in the hopelessness of it. Cloud was, for all his strength, vulnerable. And he was the only of his siblings on our side and they might all have magic too. It was seven against one in that department and that didn't even count the wicked witch, Salem, herself.

She had power over his mind and probably spades of other powers and she controlled the Grimm which at all times outnumbered the Cetra. It was bleak when you looked at things like that. From that perspective I could understand why Cloud felt so helpless. He was just one man and he couldn't even do enough magic to turn a needle into a feather and he was supposed to fight a goddess; one that needed little more than to be looked upon by him and he'd start to crumble.

Ruby's dreams of an extra large family seemed so distant and even more impossible. She wanted so much and Cloud would die in this fight against Salem in all likelihood. That was if he didn't turn on us again, this time for keeps like his sisters and side with his mother against the world.

He was shattered despite all his power. It seemed like he hadn't even begun to heal with Ruby's and my help. I wasn't sure we were doing anything for him. I wasn't sure he was doing more than delaying the inevitable. I wanted to be doing more. I wanted to be helping him for real. But what did that even mean and how could I accomplish that?

I could only love him as best as I was able even if it wasn't very much.

"Ruby…" I trailed. "Things don't look good for Cloud."

"I know, Weiss."

"I don't know how to get you what you want. I don't know how to save him from this."

Ruby let out a long sigh. "I… I know. But I'm not about to give up on him. Even if the odds are stacked against him. I won't give up. Tell me that you're with me."

"I am. I'm just… I'm scared for him. If he can't do this much, what can he do? It wasn't even like she looked at him. He looked at her. That's all it took to unwind him. She's… she's laying traps in his mind."

"She's worming her way into his subconscious. That's what he always says," Ruby muttered. "How do you resist something like that? It's horrible."

"It's psychic warfare. Maybe we need to come at it from a different angle."

"What do you mean?" Ruby wondered.

"I have… maybe an idea." Or the start of one. "We need to help him to not hate himself. We need to build a place in his mind that's secure. Without her influence."

"Can we do that?"

"I don't know. But we have to try, don't we. Otherwise we may as well give him up right now."

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"I had them," Cloud said from the hospital bed when he woke up. Ruby and I were beside him. I took his hand in both of mine. Rough calluses against my soft skin. I could feel his aura. Golden and tinged with blue. It was furious. "Penny and I, that is. We fucking had then and they slipped away. It was all my fault. I let her in. I gave her an opening into my thoughts."

"Is that how she got you?" Ruby asked.

"I… I was reminded of her. It made me think of her and she sort of… she penned me in. She corralled me. Once I started I couldn't stop. Once I thought of her it opened up the connection between us even wider. Like a damn bursting. I couldn't shut that faucet off. She just crawled right into me."

"Cloud, we want to help you. Weiss says she has an idea. One that could help you resist Salem."

Cloud looked up at me. Doubt and curiosity, both were well earned from his perspective.

"We want to build a place in your mind free of her influence. A sort of sanctum. A place where you can always retreat to if you need to and know that she isn't there," I told him. "Everyday we will spend time with you and we'll work on it together. It won't be time wasted even if we do fail."

"I...I could see how that could help. I just don't know where to start."

"Start with us and the time we've spent together," I said. "Start with Beacon and your time spent with Pyrrha. Just lay back and remember. Salem wasn't there then. She doesn't own that. You do."

"Pyrrha…" Cloud whispered. He shuddered a little. He got goosebumps down his arm where I held him.

"Breathe and relax," Ruby whispered. She stroked his head and lifted it up and set it in her lap. "Breathe and relax, Cloud. Salem isn't here right now. You're safe."

"Am I?" He didn't ask rhetorically. He seemed genuinely curious about whether he was free of her.

"Reach out to where she attacked you and see if you can feel her," I walked him through it like a meditation.

His breath hissed out. His blue eyes were a touch wild. "She's there. I can feel her. Mother…"

"Now come back to us. Is there a difference? Can you feel a difference?" I asked.

"I…" he breathed. He strained to relax, his eyes shut in focus. "I can feel a difference. There's a place where she is and there's a place where I am. But we're connected."

"Come back and be with us. You're safe here. We won't let you hurt anyone. You can relax," I whispered.

His eyelids fluttered at the sound of my voice.

"Can you stop me?" He wondered, purely wondering.

"Of course we can. And besides," Ruby said. "I don't believe that you would hurt us. I believe in you."

"We'll spend time with you every day and work on this. On where you can and can't feel her. We'll be with you every step of the way," I informed him patiently. My voice was as soft and melodic as I could make it without actually singing, though it came close at times. I wanted him relaxed and I patiently walked him through the exercise like I honestly knew what I was doing rather than just guessing. But it was the best I could do. It was all I could do.

I may not know what I was doing in full but he didn't really need to know that. I needed him to have this. Even if it didn't work for what we wanted it wasn't time spent in vain.

It was time spent trying to help him. That could mean everything to me and Ruby.

"I can feel her in the corner of my mind. Her tentacles are pulling at me. They want me to go to her," he whispered. "They call to me. They beckon at me."

"Now come back to us. Listen to the sound of my voice. You're safe here. We will guard you," I murmured. "We won't let you go. Not to her or to anyone. There will be no reunion."

"No reunion...What if I do something awful again?" He breathed. His eyes still slammed shut. "What if I hurt you?"

"You could never hurt us, Cloud, we know you could never do it," Ruby whispered. "Just like you could never hurt Ren and Nora." The breath whistled out of him. "That was all Salem. It was all her. Not you. Never you. It is not your fault. It's your mother messing with your head that's to blame."

Cloud's eyes flickered underneath closed lids. It looked like he might fall asleep. I took that as a good sign. I wanted him to be that relaxed. It was when he was tensed and panicked that Salem would have the most power over him, I believed.

"Surround her," I encouraged. "Be the one to box her in rather than the other way around. This is your mind. No one owns it or knows it more thoroughly than you do. This is where you reside."

He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth. He did it again. Then a third time.

"She calls out to me… I can feel not just her, but my sisters as well. They're there. I feel them. I was always able to," he sounded a little relaxed. His voice was deep and smouldering.

"They aren't important. Build your walls. Breath deep. We have you here." I squeezed his hand tightly. I pulled his hand to my chest and hugged it like I was hugging him.

"We'll do this every day. You can talk to us about the things that you feel when we do it," Ruby stroked her hands through his hair. One over the other in a continuous wave. Down and back. Down and back. All over his scalp. "Or if you don't feel like talking we can do that too."

"I… maybe I could get used to this." He muttered. His eyes still closed. He seemed on the edge of sleep. Maybe he'd get some actual rest for once with our help.

I could only do what I could for him.

Ruby bent down and kissed his forehead.

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It was after one of our sessions with him that he transfigured the needle.

His head had been in my lap while Ruby sat straddling his wide body. He lay his head back and relaxed while we murmured our way through the exercise. Feeling out where Salem was and where he was in relation to that. His eyes moved like he was in REM sleep while I whispered in his ears.

Time spent with him was not time wasted. That was one of the perks of doing this. The three of us were just spending our time together. Even if for the most part it was time spent in relaxed silence.

He'd gotten up and shifted his attention to the needle. Shifting on his arms until he rose from the bunk. His eyes blurred and half awake and his hair in messy spikes. It gave him a handsome bedraggled look as he plopped down to focus on his next project. At first he didn't seem focused enough but his eyes fluttered closed and he began a wordless chant. His lips moved but he said nothing.

I was sure the needle was another experiment in helping Cloud with his focus in his battle against Salem. The way he said he was supposed to extend his will must also be a lesson in the sort of control we wanted him to master during our sessions with him.

He was sitting at his desk with his hand outstretched towards the needle. His eyes shut in focus as he worked. His lips moving soundlessly as he attempted the transformation. His aura flickered, relaxed and calm and jumped out over the needle. Then the needle began to wobble.

Ruby and I watched, enraptured, as the needle twisted and turned in place. Then it started to shift. It grew longer and more slender. It started to curve like a bow and though the hole in top never vanished, spikes grew from its side in a metallic curtain.

The prunes of the feather grew into place but the material never changed. It remained metallic with the spindles of hair like structures growing down from it.

When that was done Cloud slumped back in the chair and opened his eyes.

He reached out one hand and picked up the iron feather. The head of the needle had grown long and bent. The hole was still present but the shape of it as a whole had changed. He tossed it once into the air. "Well what do you know," he whispered. His will and mind had been enough to cause the needle to transform. His focus was sharp enough to transmute the shape if not the material.

"Cloud…" Ruby whispered. "You did it…"

He dropped the metallic feather and it clunked against the desk duly. Metallic cillia shone in the soft light that trickled in through the window.

"It's clunky. But it's mine," he whistled.

"You have magic," I breathed.

"What does it feel like?" Ruby asked.

"It's… it's not so different from aura. Not really. I think. Maybe that's still holding me back but it feels about the same. Not real easy to distinguish the two." He sighed.

I picked the feather up and ran my thumb along the edge of the hairs. It was sharp enough to cut oneself on. It was, well, as sharp as a needle point.

"Can the maidens do this type of thing? Or is it all fire and lightning? Like dust." I asked.

"I'm not sure. Magic is confusing," Cloud said. "But whatever it is I have it. I guess I had better let Ozpin know."

"Aren't you proud?" Ruby asked. Cloud mostly sounded bored and tired. Like the feat had exhausted him. "You did it. You changed it."

"I feel like it's less important than any other progress I might have made. But maybe a little." His voice was low and had a sexy little rasp to it with the weary tone.

He reached over and ruffled Ruby's hair and she shone up at him. He didn't dare try that kind of display of affection with me. But he did give my cheek a kiss which I deigned to allow.

"I think it's thanks to these sessions. I think that they're going to save me, if anything will," he said.

"Well with praise like that how can we stop now?" I rolled my eyes. "I suppose we'll have to keep going and see what happens."

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-WG

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commander-hanji-zoe · 4 years

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“Fun” - Chapter 1

I am really excited to share this with you all! I came up with the idea some weeks ago and wrote a few paragraphs then forgot about it. I realised I wanted to write something that was void of angst/sadness and void (or mostly void) or smut/references to sex. Originally this was going to be a one shot but I decided to do it as 2 or 3 chapters as it was starting to get long.

Summary: Hange comes up with a plan to help the 104th cadets who signed up to the Scouts work better as a team. They realise they've seen a lot of horror already and been through more than most cadets have to live through at that age so want to reward them and give them an afternoon off. But this reward will have to be learnt through a ‘fun’ afternoon of team building and trust exercises. In this chapter Hange takes the idea to Erwin’s Office and is met by some resistance from Levi, obviously, who refers to anything that’s described as “fun” as “shit”.

Hange beamed as they took the final look at Swany and Bean for the day, true they weren’t exactly the best of friends or company, but Hange had become rather fond of them.

As they stared at the two titans an idea started to form in their head and as Moblit knew oh too well, when a plan formed in Hange’s head it can be incredibly difficult for anyone to escape from it.

Hange had told Moblit the plan as they shuffled and sorted through their paperwork, as excitable as ever as they explained what they had in mind for the 104th Cadet Corps who’d chosen the Scout route.

“Don’t you think they’d rather have some drinks and meat, you know a small celebration instead?” Moblit asked.

Hange huffed in response, “Don’t spoil the fun. That would be too easy and they wouldn’t learn anything and as you know,” Hange moved so they were inches from Moblit’s face, their eyes wide with wonder.

Moblit sighed, “Everyday is a school day.”

Hange took a step back and smiled, “And….”

“Knowledge is power.” As he spoke he had to smile, Hange was right and it wasn’t that it was a bad plan, he was just dreading how Captain Levi would react or some of the more feisty members of the scouts. A lot of them were hot-headed with short tempers but then he supposed this was precisely the point. Hange wanted to get them working as a team, something which so far they were accomplishing but ego was often getting in the way along with self interests. This was a chance for them to work as a team while having some fun and being away from Titan talk - as much as that pained Hange they reasoned it might be good for them too as well as the other vets to step back from a mission for an afternoon.

What Hange wouldn’t be telling the scouts was that once they’d completed the exercises there would of course be food and drink. They’d been arranging a picnic of sorts with the kitchen staff and now everything was in place. Well everything apart from the approval of the Commander.

Hange and Erwin were close, they got to know one another when training and soon became fast friends who knew they could always rely on the other to have their back. Erwin wasn’t the issue, Levi however could prove to be more problematic. Not that they didn’t get on, on the contrary Hange and Levi had a special friendship, one that was treasured and full of teasing the other and irritating one another as if in competition. Hange just wasn’t sure Levi would think this was a good plan, especially as it involved his squad as well.

Initially Hange wanted it just to be the fresh recruits as well as the section leaders and Erwin if he wished to attend. But now Eren had been conscripted into the Levi squad, it seemed only sensible to include them.

They’d protest Hange had no doubt and was sure that especially Oluo would have something to say about the notion being childish and would of course try to impress Levi immediately afterwards. Thinking for some reason that that kind of behaviour would impress the Captain, Hange knew far better than that but whenever they tried to give helpful advice to Oluo it always went ignored.

Hange knocked on the door to Erwin’s office, Moblit stood close behind, he wasn’t sure why he had to come along to this meeting, it was Hange’s idea and they were senior but still as much as he wouldn’t admit it, he liked that Hange wanted him around. Moblit loved to be useful and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for the section commander, although he never spoke the words aloud he did often wonder whether what he felt was something akin to love for them.

The knock was loud, melodic even, Hange knew that would make Levi tut and Erwin smile. In the olden days Hange would often go straight on into the office without knocking, their friendship was that close that there was nothing the other could see that would shock them. Naked showers had very much been a part of their training days, both Hange and Erwin would eye up Mike who, on opening one eye and seeing them staring would mutter, ‘Perverts’.

But things had changed since Erwin and Levi had become an item, their relationship was still very much a secret aside from a few of their closest friends and Hange would hate to barge in when they were ‘preoccupied’ with one another and potentially expose them to anyone else walking past.

Besides the older they got the more they both felt it was a good idea to implement some boundaries and Hange knew just how much Levi appreciated that.

“Come in,” Erwin said, he didn’t need to ask who it was, he knew from the sound of the knock who it was.

“Good afternoon Erwin & Levi, how are you both this fine afternoon?” Hange asked positively exuding happiness and energy.

Levi picked up his cup of tea by the rim, took a sip not breaking eye contact with Hanji and when he put it down he asked, “What do you want.”

Hange pouted and crossed their arms, “Can’t one of your best friends drop in for a chat and to see how you are?”

Erwin smiled, “Tea Hange?”

They nodded, Moblit was still very much stood behind them, “Moblit?” Erwin added.

Levi silently got up to make them both a tea, Hange thought it was sweet how he’d do anything for Erwin. They’d once made a joke one evening when they’d all been drinking together with Nanaba, Mike and Nile that Levi was like a well trained pet. That of course concluded in a fight ensuing with Levi slapping Hange and the two of them ending up rolling around, Hange was laughing, Levi was swearing and Mike was the one who had to get into the middle of them to break them up.

Hange took a seat and patted the empty chair next to them for Moblit to sit.

“So I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous shitty glasses,” Levi retorted.

Hange paid him no mind, though Moblit shot a warning glance.

“The latest recruits, they’ve really had it rough in comparison to what a lot of cadets have to go through, especially in the early stages. I mean they’d only just agreed to join the scouts when…” Hanji didn’t need to finish that sentence. “Several of them died before even making their choice and now with Eren. They’re brave for their age but they are still kids and I thought it might be nice to do something for them, a kind of reward.”

Levi returned with two cups of tea and Hange could see his mind working before he even spoke.

“Before you say anything Mr there is a point to this, it’s a reward of sorts but before that it will be about learning and how to work better as a team.” Hange looked across at Erwin, “I’m sure you’ll agree that we’ve had a few issues with the current cadets and hot-headedness. It’s so important they learn to work well as part of a team with one another and with us too.”

Erwin nodded in agreement, “I see what you’re saying, so what do you suggest?”

Hange beamed, “A team building afternoon with games and activities. If they all play nice they’ll be a picnic for them. As well as the latest cadets we’ll also attend along with Mike, Nanaba, Ness and Levi your squad.”

Hange felt Moblit shuffle next to them, as if feeling the insecurity Hange immediately wrapped their arms round Moblit and kissed his cheek, “And of course Moblit will be there, maybe Gelgar & and a few of the other senior scouts?”

“Absolutely not,” Levi answered.

Erwin turned slightly to the side, he could sense how uncomfortable Levi was with the idea of forced fun. Admittedly Erwin too wasn’t the type to participate in such events but he had to admit Hange’s idea seemed like a good one and the 104th cadets really good do with learning how to work better together. He furrowed his brow as he thought and placed a hand on Levi’s knee, giving a small reassuring squeeze. Although Hange couldn’t see what he was doing they guessed as such because they saw Levi’s expression melt just a little.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Erwin said, though his expression barely changed as he spoke.

"Is this really something we're going to do?" Levi asked sounding half annoyed and half unamused in a sort of ‘I’ve given up why not let the hell show commence’ kind of fashion.

"Yes," Hange replied enthusiastically.

A moment of silence passed between them when Hange unexpectedly got up and went round the other side of the desk clapping their hands on either side of Levi’s body and gripping him. Hange peered round to face Levi who sighed and avoided eye contact.

"It'll be fun!" She insisted.

Levi rolled his eyes, "Nothing that is advertised as being fun ever lives up to the promise. You may as well advertise organised fun as It’ll be shit.”

Moblit tried not to laugh, he pursed his lips together stifling the noise that desperately wanted to come out.

"What is so funny?" Levi asked turning to face him.

"Nothing, sir," Moblit's expression immediately changing to one of a far more serious nature. Moblit of course agreed with Levi and was laughing because he thought what Levi said was pretty funny, Levi had obviously said it was no hint of humour as if stating a mundane fact like whether it’s raining or not.

Hange let go of Levi, "I think it's a great idea," Erwin said and offered a supportive smile.

Hange clapped their hands together again, this time a little louder and so close to Levi’s ear that he nearly jumped. This time Moblit resisted the laugh that had come out before.

“Excellent, are you happy to leave the preparation to me?”

Erwin nodded, he liked how even after all this time Hange would still ask permission. They really didn’t have to, but the respect Hange had for Erwin was admirable, though if Erwin was honest occasionally he missed the slightly more casual friendship they had. But it was Hange, things would always be a little intimate, silly and informal with them despite the few formalities they obliged, Erwin was grateful for this.

“Wonderful, I’ll make sure everything is in place for tomorrow afternoon. Levi are you okay to round up your squad?”

Levi’s eyes bored into Hange, “You talk about them as if they were puppies or sheep.”

Hange shrugged and smiled, walking back to Moblit and placing a hand on his shoulder as a sign that it was time to leave. “You said it Levi not me,” Hange said as they waved goodbye and walked out of the office.

“Hange will be the death of me,” Levi said as he tutted and drained his tea cup.

Erwin nuzzled into his neck once the door closed, “But you wouldn’t have it any other way would you?”

The silence that hung between them said everything.

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anotherazerothianaskblog · 3 years

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Shadowlands - Closure

(( Long post incoming, but my man Osric deserves it. And so does Tariel Sunglow, the lady on the right. ))

The sky was rent apart. Osric stood once more alongside the Knights of the Ebon Blade, staring up into the rift. Duty calls. The next moment are spent alongside knights, fighting the forces of this being known at the Jailer. It’s all a blur, another battle among the countless that Osric has flung himself into over the years in the name of duty...

In a flash, the paladin found himself on the outskirts of an otherworldly city which appeared to be floating in a vast glittering... expanse. There was scarcely any other way to describe what he was seeing. Floating, robed figures guided the man into the structure, to meet with another floating, robed figure. The voice coming from this one was airy and echoing.

“Welcome... to Oribos, mortal.” The being makes a sweeping motion with one robed... arm? Yes. “Your kind is still an oddity here, but we find the realms of the Shadowlands in need of skills such as yours.”

Osric has had no time to process what has happened in the last... he doesn’t know how long. “You do? I had... gathered as much. Which realm is in need of my sort of aid...?”

A searching gaze studies the elf as he stands there, giving a thoughtful, melodic hum. “I believe you would be a good fit for Bastion’s problems... the wyrm master on the upper level can secure you transport. Report to Kalisthene once you arrive. I am certain there is no shortage of tasks they will need completed to bolster their realm.”

Osric gives a nod and a cordial bow, making his way into the central chamber of Oribos and marveling for a moment at the city’s center, awed. It takes him a minute, but he figures out how to ascend to the second tier of the city and makes his way to the... wyrm master? Yes. This large, robed figure sets him upon a golden saddle that fills out with a bright light, into a worm-like shape, before carrying Osric through a nearby gate and along an energy stream of some sort.

The trip through the space between Oribos and Bastion fills the paladin with a sense of dread. Something lurked out beyond the bounds of these realms, watching. Hungering. And he could sense it. Ugh! As he passed through the barrier into Bastion proper, however, a wholly different feeling began to consume him.

Awe.

The beauty of this place stunned him, reminded him in some small ways of the forests of Eversong when he was young, except ethereal. How strange. Soon enough, the wyrm-thing lands him in some floating ... cathedral? He’s not sure how to describe the place otherwise. But as he begins to wander, a squat owl-person approaches him.

“Yoo-hoo! You must be new! Kalisthene said expect new friend soon!” The creature chirps, waving a wing-arm quickly and guiding Osric elsewhere within the structure, shortly finding himself being brought before a blue-skinned, winged humanoid, floating gracefully before them. The owl-person excuses itself, leaving the elf to take care of introductions on his own.

“Ah... I am Osric Whitetower, you must be Kalisthene.” Osric says, polite and offering a bow. “I was sent to offer my service to your realm.”

“So generous...” The Kyrian says. “Welcome to Bastion, Osric. Here, souls train to rid themselves of burdening memories so that they can be the ferries for souls from the mortal realm to the after life without passing judgment of their own. The Arbiter knows best, after all.”

Osric nods along as the Shadowlands are explained to him by the Kyrian, as Kalisthene explains that is what she is. Then he notices Kalisthene is giving him a... strange look. “Is... something the matter...?”

“Whitetower... your name is familiar.” The Kyrian begins. “Some of your kin have passed through our temples in their training, some time ago... but there was one other... I sense great burden upon your soul, Osric. Before you can help us, I think you should take some time to help yourself. Go to the Temple of Courage. Someone is waiting for you.”

The paladin can feel his heart stop at how easily he’s read by Kalisthene. The words don’t come, and instead he just shakily nods, returning to the flight master with the help of another of those owls... called Stewards, he was told. He secures a ride on the back of a flying lion to the Temple of Courage. The creature lets him off and sits in the... grass? Yes. He enters the Temple, looking about expectantly. Who was he looking for? Why was someone in the afterlife waiting for him?

And then he hears her voice.

“OSRIC!” Comes the call, and he turns just barely in time to see his fiancee rushing forwards from elsewhere to give him a hug, the force of which causes the paladin to stagger. Well, that and seeing her again. He’s stunned. “I heard someone was coming to the Temple and had to meet them, but I can’t believe it’s really you! Oh, Light... did you...?”

He flounders somewhat, not done processing everything else, and being suddenly hit with seeing the old love of his life again is doing a number on him as old metaphorical wounds reopen. “I’m... not dead yet...” He manages to squeak.

“Oh, good! You know... I... hold on, let’s get you sat down, okay?” She guides him to a nearby bench, sitting him down, and sitting beside him, wearing a small, worried smile. She places a hand on his own, as they sit resting on his lap. “You weren’t expecting to see me, were you?”

Osric shakes his head, regaining a measure of his composure as he replies. “No, I wasn’t. To say this comes as a surprise is an understatement, but I’m glad to know your soul is well, Tariel... It’s comforting.”

Tariel bites her lip a little, watching Osric closely. “It wasn’t your fault, you know. There was nothing anyone could have done for me.”

The paladin stares at her, wide-eyed. He looses a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, casting his eyes to the pastel skies of Bastion. She’s right. “I... I know that, sunshine. I hadn’t quite realized how heavily it was still weighing me down.”

“I’ve been learning from the Kyrian on how to let go, but I couldn’t let go of my memories of you, not yet.” She says, sighing. “My love. I’ve often watched over you from here, when time would allow it, and I found myself saddened at how you’ve been treating yourself. You don’t allow yourself rest, or friendship, or anything, and all you do is work, and serve others.”

Osric looks back to Tariel now, taking a deep breath, tears starting to well up a bit in his eyes as he allows himself to confront these feelings and realizations. He finds himself drawn into a hug as he replies. “I... suppose I held a hope that the service I gave would make up for failing to protect you, even though I know we could not have possibly done any better in our flight from Tranquilien.”

“Oh, dear heart...” Tariel sighs. “You need to take care of yourself. You need to move on, forgive yourself for your perceived failings, and live. I couldn’t possibly ascend knowing you were overworking yourself like this. You deserve to be happy, Osric.“

For a long while, the paladin says nothing, instead content to hold his fiancee and sob silently as the emotions wash over him. Tariel comforts him, glad that at least he’s facing his feelings and not hiding away.

“Sunshine...” He says finally, softly, wearing a small smile despite it all. The paladin rests his forehead against Tariel’s, closing his eyes briefly. “I’d like to enjoy this moment while we have it. We both have obligations to fulfill, but you are right, and something that would make me happy right now is if we took a walk together, like we used to do in Eversong. We don’t have to talk about anything specific... I just would very much like to share your presence for a while once more, in this place.”

Tariel smiles, standing from the bench and offering her hand to Osric and wordlessly inviting him to walk with her. His smile gains in strength as he accepts her invitation, and they walk together throughout the temple, talking. Catching up, laughing, and enjoying this familiar-feeling time together after so long apart. Osric knows what Kalisthene meant now by helping himself before he could help Bastion; he needed to do his own bit of letting go. But for no-one except himself.

“Tariel... sunshine.” Osric says as they return to where they started from on their walk, taking her hands in his own. He gives a great sigh, as if a burden’s lifting away from him. “I promise. I’ll take good care of myself, and give you no more cause to worry for me. Our paths have separated, and I’ve accepted that truth, saddening as it is. I will move on, for that reason, but more-so because I do... owe it to myself to take a break. From working, from grieving, everything. And I’ll see to it that I take those breaks.”

Grinning, Tariel gives him a bit of a rough pat on the back and chuckles. “Good! You had better keep such a lofty promise to yourself most of all, dear heart. I’m going to be paying attention to make sure that you do!”

This causes the paladin to chuckle and shake his head. “I’ve got no choice now! Okay, okay... thank you for the walk, sunshine. I’ll treasure this moment.”

“Treasure it for the both of us, and live your life.” Tariel says, tone slightly stern before she smiles. “Why don’t you head back to Kalisthene and see where she needs you?”

Osric gives a great sigh, for once feeling quite light-hearted. “I’ll do that. Farewell, my love.”

“Sun shine warmly upon you, dear heart.” Tariel calls to him as he mounts the flying lion thing again and takes off, waving him good-bye.

Two hearts were made a bit lighter this day.

#long post #World of Warcraft #shadowlands #blood elf #high elf #muse #Osric Whitetower #Tariel Sunglow #mun art #Closure (story)#mainverse musings

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thebowerypresents · 3 years

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POSITIVE SPINS: NEW ARTISTS, NEW ALBUMS, AND NEW LIVE STREAMS THAT PUT OUR 2020 ON A BETTER TRACK

2020 proved to be one of the hardest years we have collectively gone through. While we didn’t have live music to lean on when times got tough, these are the albums, artists and livestreams that got us through the rough patches and will carry us into a brighter 2021.

Listen to our playlist of Positive Spins!

BEST NEW ARTISTS OF 2020 (in no particular order)

THICK

“Brooklyn-based pop-punk three-piece, THICK, are not afraid to say (or sing) what’s on everyone’s mind - with a fierceness and confidence I can only aspire to assume. Sticking it to the establishment is the name of their game - take “Mainsplain,” for instance - and they manage to do so with catchy chord progressions and an uplifting vigor. I can’t wait to see what’s next for the trio, and who else they’ll put in check.” - S. D.

Ela Minus

“Brooklyn-based techno-pop artist Ela Minus broke onto the scene this year with her debut album “ acts of rebellion.” The Colombian-born musician has a background in emo bands, is a trained jazz drummer, and she wrote, produced, engineered, and recorded the album on her own. “acts of rebellion” is moody and sultry, while still making you want to grab your friends and dance.” - K. C.

Arlo Parks

“Without even having released her debut album yet, Arlo Parks has made a name for herself this year. Singles released throughout the year, paired with 2019’s EP ‘Sophie’ and her slot as support on Hayley Williams’ (cancelled) tour have boosted Arlo to a new level this year, that we can only assume will continue to rise in 2021 when her debut album drops.” - K. C.

Beabadoobee

“Beabadoobee’s interesting name is only matched by her sound - bedroom-pop fused with nineties indie-rock, tinged with a tender, DIY aesthetic. Her track “If You Want To” will have you singing along, while her single “She Plays Bass” will take you back to your hormonal, vulnerable, teenage years met with sublime nostalgia. She’s without a doubt a silver lining in 2020.” - S. D.

BENEE

“I first saw Auckland’s BENEE at Rough Trade in October of last year - her sincere, to-the-point lyrics and quirky hooks instantly hooked me. You may know her track, “Supalonely,” which found popularity on TikTok during the height of lockdown, but BENEE’s sound isn’t limited to the confines of one social media trend. In her debut album released this year, BENEE displays an uncanny ability to tackle alt-rock, hip-hop and electro-pop all at the same time, in an unbothered, endearing way - making her a “one to watch” in 2020 and beyond.” - S. D.

Christian Lee Hutson

There isn’t a lack of acoustic singer-songwriters out there, but Christian Lee Hutson is an important new voice. Hutson first full length album, “Beginners,” released this year, has a warm and honest quality to it. The production is subtle (thanks to producer Phoebe Bridgers), and so perfectly complements a simple, acoustic narrative. The result is a soulful, beautiful, and special work of music. - S. D.

Do Nothing

“2020 newcomers out of Nottingham, UK, Do Nothing have already made a big splash in the post-punk world. Releasing their first EP, Zero Dollar Bill, earlier this year, the band have been compared to Idles and are setting out on a similar path of success. Upon first hearing their earlier single Lebron James, countless fans are sure to be sucked into the world of Do Nothing.” - K. C.

Kate Bollinger

“I first listened to Kate Bollinger when she released I Don’t Wanna Lose in 2019. I played the track Candy on repeat all year long. It has been so lovely to watch her grow into the artist she is today. This year she released an EP called A word becomes a sound, which quickly became one of my favorite releases of 2020. Her voice is so comforting. Whenever I listen, I feel like I am being coddled in a fluffy blanket with a cup of herbal tea and nothing could go wrong at that moment. I can’t wait to see what Kate has planned for 2021 and beyond!” - L. S.

SAULT

“After a year of intense racial unrest in the United States, SAULT’s importance is more significant now than ever. With themes focusing around the Black Lives matter movement, this mystery soul-funk group has become more than buzzy in the music scene, and has earned a spot on tons of year end lists.” - K. C.

Sorry

“London-based genre-defying band Sorry released their debut album ‘925’ this year, produced by James Dring (Gorillaz, Jamie T) which is already reason enough to pique the interest of most. The album certainly does not disappoint, with each song giving you a different taste of the many interesting sides of this up-and-coming group.” - K. C.

Honorable Mentions:

Gracie Abrams Remi Wolf Hailey Whitters KennyHoopla Jade Hairpins Jockstrap Model/Actriz Mild Orange Your Smith Neal Francis

BEST NEW ALBUMS OF 2020 (in no particular order)

Fiona Apple – Fetch the Bolt Cutters

“Fiona Apple is fearless in this album. The song structures and sounds take you on a listening experience I can only describe as emotional in the best way. Eight years of waiting was totally worth it.“ - S. D.

Fleet Foxes – Shore

“This album had been bright spot in a difficult year. St. Ann’s Church was the perfect location for their Colbert performance of Can I Believe You and the live stream will be the perfect holiday present. Ready to feel all the feels!” - K. A.

Khruangbin - Mordechai

“Khruangbin is one of my go-to bands, and “Mordechai” has been heavy in my rotation in 2020. It’s really a great album – I play it cover-to-cover and pairs well with a cocktail and cooking at home, infusing some needed spice and energy in what could otherwise be ‘just another night’ during a long, monotonous several months.” - C.M.

Moses Sumney - Græ

“The highly anticipated second album from Moses Sumney, shows us more of the highly personal, raw and emotionally moving music we have some to expect from him. The cluster of emotions that Moses works through with his beautifully unique voice in this 20 song album give us a look into the complicated mind of one of the most interesting artists of the last 5 years.” - K. C.

Perfume Genius – Set My Heart On Fire Immediately

“*Bill Hader’s Stefan voice* this album has everything! From the heavy and distorted bass on “Describe” to the melodic harp stringing of “Leave,” to the dance ballad (is that a thing?) “On The Floor,” Perfume Genius’ album Set My Heart on Fire Immediately really does have it all. Each song feels vastly different from the next in tone, instrumentation, and influence – yet they all come together so perfectly to make this stunning album, all while showcasing his vocal depth and range. There’s a reason he’s called Perfume *Genius*, and that is because Mike Hadreas can take familiar feelings and turn them into unconventional pop ballads that feel both relatable, but new and exciting at the same time.” - R. E.

Phoebe Bridgers – Punisher

“How does Phoebe do it? (a question I ask myself daily). I remember waking up on June 18 as if it was my birthday. Punisher is everything I hoped for and then some more. The last song on the album, “I know The End” concludes with a scream which is the perfect cherry on top to this masterpiece. This album is a rollercoaster of Phoebe’s emotions and I feel blessed to be along for the ride. It is relatable, heartfelt and honest. Thank you to Phoebe for this gift. The world will never be the same after this.” - L. S.

Rina Sawayama - SAWAYAMA

“SAWAYAMA is the early 2000s pop resurgence we didn’t know we needed, mixed with all the best parts of nu-metal. Rina Sawayama uses catchy pop hooks reminiscent of early Britney Spears, and pairs them with heavy guitar riffs to give us arguably the most fun album of 2020 that we cannot wait to experience live.” - K. C.

Tame Impala – The Slow Rush

Thundercat - It Is What It Is

“I love how this album embraces the darkness while managing to find the light in despair - it seems to acutely reflect the times we are in yet is simultaneously so personal to Bruner. The lyrics are set against a backdrop of funk, electronica, jazz, and soul, so there’s a little something for everybody.” - S. D.

Waxahatchee - Saint Cloud

“This album was released early in quarantine, and was the perfect musical escape during some of the toughest days. The imagery and reflection of the lyrics are why Saint Cloud tops my list of albums of 2020.” - J. F.

Honorable Mentions: The Beths – Jump Rope Gazers Fontaines DC - A Heros Dream Kevin Morby – Sundowner Jason Isbell & the 400 Unit – Reunions My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall II CHIKA - Industry Games Megan Thee Stallion - Suga Christian Lee Hutson- Beginners Idles- Ultra Mono Sturgill Simpson - Cuttin Grass Pup - This Place Sucks Ass Futurebirds- Teamwork Adrianne Lenker – Songs / Instrumentals Tom Misch, Yussef Dayes - What Kinda Music + the bonus tracks EP Some Kind Of Peace – Olafur Arnalds Tyler Bryant and the Shakedown - Pressure Josh Ritter - See Here, I Have Built You a Mansion Sahara Moon - Worthy Local H - Lifers Deep Purple - Whoosh! Indigo Girls Look Long Taylor Swift - folklore Against All Logic – 2017-2019

TOP TEN LIVESTREAMS 2020 (in no particular order)

Christine & The Queens (Live on KEXP at Home)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3bavZe47um4

“Live on KEXP at Home” was home to some of my favorite quarantine livestreams, and this one did anything but disappoint. Not only does Chris, aka Christine & The Queens, perform, but interviews are woven throughout the livestream. The drama of her performances, juxtaposed with her witty and humorous banter with the interviewer was such a breath of fresh air. If you’re a fan of Chris, this is a must watch.“ - S. D.

Courtney Barnett and Lucius & Friends: Live From Our Lounge Rooms with Sheryl Crow, 3/25/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbfRbw3o1jU

“This was a gift that kept on giving. The stream started off with Courtney Barnett and Lucius in matching pajamas. I truly thought it could not get any better but I was in for a treat! The stream included performances by Nathaniel Rateliff, Sheryl Crow, Sharon Van Etten, Waxahatchee, Kevin Morby and more. I can safely say this was my favorite live stream I watched in 2020.” - L. S.

Julien Baker, Themfest Instagram Livestream, 4/16/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tINSbY4wRjs

“Recorded for Themfest during the early days of quarantine, Julien Baker’s in-home livestream was a welcome respite from the Cuomo briefings and general despair of mid April. Just kidding, Julien Baker is the queen of Sad Shit and I certainly didn’t tune into this livestream expecting a mood boost. But if you subscribe to the “sad songs make me feel better” aesthetic purveyed by our sweet little siren, this moody, intimate shot-on-iphone set will scratch that itch. But let’s not fool ourselves, nothing will ever replace the feeling of holding your breath along with 1,799 others at Brooklyn Steel while JB rips your heart out, in a nice way.” - E. M.

Kurt Vile, Love From Philly Livestream, 5/3/20 (covers John Prine’s “Sam Stone” near the end)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjKG-7d5loY&feature=emb_logo - Jared

“Back in May, Kurt Vile took to his basement for a solo acoustic stream to benefit 30 Amp Circuit, a non-profit dedicated to support the health, wellness, and professional needs of Philadelphia-based musicians and artists. The intimate 3-song set rounded out with a special tribute to the late John Prine, as Kurt did his own rendition of “Sam Stone.”” - J. D.

Radiohead, In Rainbows - From The Basement, 6/4/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWqDIZxO-nU

“This is the one die hard Radiohead fans have been waiting for. This session originally from 2008 existed in some pretty esoteric places and has been almost impossible to find – until now.” - G. A.

Sturgill Simpson, Live at The Ryman Auditorium, 6/5/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kO73im4J2sU

“2020 was supposed to be a banner year for Sturgill, until he got COVID-19 in April. He’s ok now, but something about this performance in the sacred church of country music The Ryman, hits different.” - G. A.

Haim - Women in Music PT. III Live Show, 6/25/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_eJU6X3_jQ

“I love pretty much everything the Haim sisters do - so much so that I aspire to be a sister myself. When I was feeling those very familiar mid-pandemic blues, their “Women in Music PT III” livestream, which celebrated their new album of the same name, was the exact pick me up that I needed. For the first time since March, the 30 minute set made me feel as if I was at an intimate gathering - rather than behind a computer watching a YouTube video along with thousands of others. The stream will have you grooving, laughing, and you may even want to be a Haim sister yourself.” - S. D.

Nilufer Yanya, Boiler Room: Streaming From Isolation with Night Dreamer & Worldwide FM, 6/28/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAaAicIJE7s

“Hauntingly beautiful and yet also somehow grounded, Nilufer Yanya’s June livestream was a special one to watch. It makes the case for how intimate an artist’s performance can be, even virtually.” - G. A.

Brittany Howard, Live From Ryman Auditorium, 10/17/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLH59WLQbZo

“Watching Brittany Howard and her incredible band rip through a set on the Ryman stage like no one and everyone was watching all at once was cathartic. The combination of such a singular artist and historic venue hit a similar nerve to seeing an artist you’re excited about play a show in the flesh with people you love – not an easy feat!” - M. L.

Tkay Maidza - Live on KEXP at Home, 11/3/20

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPJgrDvyRbw

“13 minutes and 11 seconds of pure energy. This livestream is the moment we’ve all been waiting for, and, in my opinion, showcases Maidza as the star that she is. A must-watch if you’re looking for a refreshing and colorful approach to hip-hop.“ - S. D.

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gukknj · 5 years

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rebirth (m)︱prologue

summary: as you enter a completely new world, you realize that do-overs aren’t always a good thing.

pairing(s): jeon jungkook x feminine reader, park jimin x feminine reader

genre: vampire au

warnings: mentions of death, blood

Rebirth.

The concept in itself was a deep-rooted disorienting irony that not many could put into comprehensive words unless they were philosophers or nature-worshipping stoners. However, in this case, it was quite literal. To spend a long period of time gaining essential things to live; sight, taste, smell, touch, sound, and everything in between before being thrust into the world. To have a mother hold you in her arms for the first time, overwhelmed that she has created such a life. There were a lot of similarities, of course. But nothing was comforting about your predicament, if only the arms wrapped tightly around your body, squeezing in reassurance and support.

You took your first breath and it took all of your energy to do so, to breathe. You didn't remember breathing to be so draining, at least not to the point where you had to focus extremely hard to get a steady flow of oxygen in and out of your mouth. The air choked you until you were a sputtering mess, coughing up whatever your stomach couldn't hold down. Your eyes shot open as the retched substance continued projecting from your mouth, and you would've found the dark red blood spilling into the ground below you more alarming had your eyes didn't cause such a burning sting. It seemed as if everything inside of you was broken. Even the sounds of nature that you vaguely remembered, birds chirping and squirrels running, it was so grating and painful to your sensitive ears.

"Fuck," a melodic voice cursed in a whisper to the right of you. That's when you noticed the hands on your shoulder, trying desperately to rub your pain away. It took much of your strength to turn and open your eyes to see the person. The vibrancy of her red hair shocked your corneas, you had to blink rapidly to finally get a true focus on the girl. She had small worry lines on her forehead and her pink lips were pulled into a frown, but even so, she remained breathtaking. If you didn't feel like you were in hell, you would've first thought of her as a sweet, cherubic angel.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're going to be fine." She assured in rushed whispers, still rubbing your shoulders and back to help you calm down. "I'm going to take you home, okay? It's safe there. I'm going to carry you now, alright? Don't worry, I got you." The redhead's soothing voice calmed you like a lullaby as you surrendered your body weight into her strong arms.

It was hard to recall things. Your location, friends, family, name - they all slipped from your memory as a dream would. You remembered feelings, mostly. Feeling elated as you spent your last day with someone you loved. Feeling depressed after losing someone you loved. Feeling frightened in the final moments of your life. As your brightly colored savior carried you with ease, you used the time to zero in on her features and hopefully trigger a memory of her. Her skin shone bright like honeydew, healthy and without a blemish that you could distinguish. Her cheeks reminded you of a chipmunk's, fleshy and round but still incredibly endearing, much like her naturally pouty lips.

You're sure that her image was burned into your mind as your eyes fluttered shut once again. You weren't asleep but you wished that you were, if only so you couldn't hear everything making noises around you.

Why didn't you just die? Why are you here again?

You barely had time to properly rationalize the ever so annoying stream of questions running through your mind. The girl came to a halt. You forced your heavy eyelids up, blinking rapidly to get yourself to focus. In the blur of your worldview and through the shadows of the night, you could make out a cottage style home and a man standing on the steps to the front door. You wished for the mental capabilities to decipher what his expression looked like. Did the redhead bring you back to face your demise a second time? A pang of fear shot through your heart, and it triggered another bout of blood to come spewing out of your mouth.

The girl sniffled and held your failing body closer. She smelled of strawberries and fabric softener, a combination that had you burrowing yourself into her right back. You didn't really understand what was going on, but there were lots of silent looks exchanged between the man and woman, lots of muffled words you couldn't quite make out and didn't care to as the girl carried you into the lodge. Your body was placed carefully onto a creaky table and left alone. You strained your ears to hear the conversation that began once they entered a different room.

"I don't fucking know what's wrong with her, Jimin. I - I was just trying to, you know, fucking save her goddamn life and she wakes up like that." The girl's sweet voice turned gradually manic, wavering ever so slightly. "And...and her body kept rejecting the blood, like, the blood wasn't working and then she kept throwing up and fuck, fuck, fuck, I think I really did something wrong." She cried. The man soothed her with soft reassurances. His voice was just as delicate as hers, if not more.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Something isn't right with her, we just don't know what yet. Do you know her name?" Jimin asked. Silence. "Do you know anything about her?" He continued. A huge sigh. "I need you to go to Eden and get Jin. He'll know what to do."

"I'm not leaving her here with you. She's going to lose her fucking mind. she doesn't even know you."

"You're the only one of us able to access Eden without burning fucking alive, Chae. Being alone with me for a few hours is the least of this poor girl's worries."

Their voices lowered to angry whispers and you could tell that there was a lot more push and pull before, five minutes later, the girl ("Chae") had run out of the door. You swallowed back a thick clump of bloody vomit threatening to shoot out of you, then allowed yourself to let the water building in your eyes fall to your ears. Small footfalls on the creaky, old floor were your only indication that you weren't alone anymore.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He began. It wasn't as reassuring as he hoped it'd be because you snorted immediately. "My name is Jimin." He grabbed a stool and slid it beside the table to sit. Seeing your drained, puffy face made him feel even worse about your situation. "I know this is all very confusing, but I'll try to explain. You died." He put simply. You nodded at him, fearing how rough you'd sound if you spoke in comparison to his angelic voice. "My younger sister, Chae, brought you back to life. Not necessarily the same life, though. A new life."

You coughed, trying to clear your throat in preparation for speaking. "Dying." You croaked, pointing to yourself. Jimin shook his head and his shaggy blonde hair shook with him. Even in the dim lighting, he was a dreamboat, clearly resembling his sister in more ways than one.

"You aren't dying. Your body is just struggling to get used to its new form."

"Form?"

He answered with an unhelpful nod. Form. Were you still a human being? The new bit of information shook you to the core. Terror is what you felt, and it reminded you of your death. You only remembered the feeling of terror taking over your body until you couldn't breathe anymore. Hyperventilating.

Jimin quickly pulled the top half of your body up and wrapped your arms around him. Your sharp breaths wouldn't slow. The air was trying to suffocate you once again.

"Hey, slow down. It's okay." He murmured into your hair. "Nothing bad will happen to you. I'm here to help. You know, I used to be scared of all this too. I used to cry and shake and beg for someone to kill me again." He whispered. You managed to slow down your panicked pants to listen to his words. "But, above all else...you're alive. Your first life isn't always a gift, it's usually harsh and eye-opening and depressing. Second life is a gift. It means that you can start over with all the knowledge you've previously gained in the last life. You're wiser and more attuned to your instincts, more than any human could ever be." You'd pulled yourself from his embrace to see his face.

"We aren't humans." You wanted it to be a question, but his story was enough confirmation.

"I don't think we ever truly were." He said. Before you could ask what the hell that was supposed to mean, a sharp stinging pain hit your lower stomach causing you to cry out in distress. Jimin tried to soothe you. "It's going to hurt for a little while until we find a better alternative. I have an old friend, Jin, who knows all about these things. He's on his way."

One question still lingered on your mind. A question that both frightened and excited you.

"Jimin," you whispered. He looked down at you, clear worry etched onto his beautiful face. "You can make fun of me if this is wrong...or call me an idiot or whatever but I have to ask." You fiddled with your fingers, pouting. You didn't quite know how to describe it. "Am I, like," hesitantly, you use your index fingers as prosthetic fangs and mock a hiss. You didn't want to say it because it sounded ridiculous. Granted, the goofy demonstration wasn't a better alternative.

It was the first time you saw him smile and his face scrunched up so adorably, his eyes turning into little crescent moons, not unlike a cartoon character. However, it was unsettling given the subject matter.

"Cute. You're going to be a lovely little bloodsucker." He cooed. Your breath caught in your throat. Bloodsucker. Jimin smiled and you knew that no matter how your life was before, no matter what you did or how you did it, it was all gone down the drain and you'd never get it back.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #bts scenarios #bts fic #jeon jungkook fic #park jimin fic #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x you #bts smut

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golddaggers · 6 years

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waking up the hotel

(not my gif but doesn’t my boo look cute?)

pairings: stiles stilinski x reader; scott mccall x malia tate; stiles stilinski x malia tate (mentioned only).

warnings: hmm, a darn cute fluff. but i must warn this is also a smut, it contains descriptions of oral sex (male/female), lots of french kissing, inside jokes and, obviously, sex. unprotected. (fictional means only, plus they’re married//wrap your stuff before tapping it).

A/N: i ran a poll a while back and this very one-shot was the winner, so i hope you guys enjoy it! :) if possible, of course, i would love receiving some feedback from y’all. i know i am the worst blog administrator in the world, but i have been busy. nonetheless, there’s fresh stuff coming! keep your eyes peeled.

(before you go on, i would like to give a massive shout out to my honey bee who always supports my work @slow-bee-at-play! thank you so much, hun <3)

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While Y/N was cheerfully engaged in a nice conversation with the Williams couple, Stiles could not help but think this picture was way too odd for him to feel comfortable in. The extremely well-decorated lounge, Bulgarian roses everywhere, large tables crowded with their acquaintances and a soft ballad playing in the background. He had definitely never imagined himself to be the leading role in a wedding, however, nothing felt more right than that moment, when they both said yes.

The brown haired man had his arm carefully wrapped around her waistline, watching the dimples show as she laughed to something the tall man had said. Stiles couldn’t find the will within him to focus on anything that wasn’t his beautiful wife. Eventually he shook his head, hoping he could still catch a glint of the conversation.

“Well, it’s a great pleasure to have you here!” Y/N smiled softly. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we still have a few people to greet! Also a phone call to my maid of honour who should already be here for my toast!”

Both Molly and Gordon began laughing out loud, which caused the newlyweds to smile as well, waving one last time at them before going over to where their families were situated. They greeted a few more guests in the way, quizzing them to know if everything was okay. Hosting a reception party was definitely a hard task. By the time they got to the last table, all Stiles wanted was to pour himself a dose of whiskey and sit back.

“Did something happen, honey?” The Y/H/C haired woman queried, her palms grasping his cheeks, melting instantaneously to those gorgeous honey brown eyes her husband had. “You look so down…”

“Nah, I’m just tired, babe.”

“Well, I have a little surprise in stock for you.” A wide, mischievous grin enlightening her traits.

“You do?”

“Yes, my love.” She winked at him, earning a light head shake. “Just wait here.”

Stilinski watched as his girl went over to the stage where the band was playing, not hesitating to request the microphone. A low giggle slipped past his lips, for he knew that she would always find a new way to surprise him. They had been together for six years, however, there was not a single day that his love wouldn’t give him a new thrill.

“Good night, my friends!” Her melodic voice echoed, the chit-chat ceasing to pay attention the woman. “As you know, there is a certain tradition in weddings and Stiles was very emphatic we did this one. It’s time to take the bride’s garter off, people!”

Glancing over to where he was standing, Y/N was able to see a small smirk pulling Stiles’, who she was yet to adjust calling husband, perfectly shaped lips up. After a some excited screams and claps, the woman went to the middle of the dance floor, crossing her arms while waiting for the brown haired man to take part on her dare.

“So, Stilinski, ready to do this?”

“Hell yeah, babe.” Once he was close enough, his lips brushed her cheek, sending chills down Y/N’s back. “Spread those legs for me, will you?”

She smiled, a thin layer of blush covering her cheeks. It was simply a teasing whisper, but the newlywed had heard that line before and it never failed to make her all flustered. Actually, everything that Stiles did was a turn on. His careless movements, the way he would constantly lick his lips… Urgh, only to be thinking about it, the girl saw herself having to rub her thighs together.

Without further words, Y/N took a seat on the chair one of the waiters had brought especially for the moment. People rushed to circle the couple, their eyes hungry for action. Stiles loosened his tie, slowly moving towards his favourite girl, earning to himself some encouraging yells.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you excuse me, I will take a peek at my bride’s private bits.”

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski!” She interjected, lips pursed to suppress a loud laugh. “Instead of talking, I suggest you get your job done.”

While he got down on his knees, the band began playing an instrumental cover of Prince’s Kiss. Stiles grinned at Y/N, gently lifting up the dress’ skirt, fingers burning each patch of skin he touched. The girl was forced to bite her bottom lip; his nose finally came in contact with her inner thighs, head already lost under her gown. Teasingly, Stilinski grazed his teeth on the tender flesh, noticing as the woman’s muscles tensed up.

Finally taking a peek, the brown haired man immediately understood why his wife had said he would like the surprise. It wasn’t about taking off a stupid garter, more like the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Deciding to not make a scene about it now, he merely clutched the white cloth with his mouth, slowly pulling down her leg, being welcomed back with enthusiastic claps and laughs.

To complete the tradition, he pulled one tip back so the tissue would fly high once he lets it go. The nice piece of garment fell straight into Richard’s hands, a cocky smirk plastered on his face once he grasped it, action that brought up a grunt from Stiles, who still couldn’t believe Y/N had invited him to their wedding. For Christ’s sake, she knew damn well how her second degree cousin wanted nothing but to steal his place. However, the brunette couldn’t deny he was glad to boast about winning that fight.

“Mal! Scotty! Hey!” Y/N howled, smiling at the gorgeous woman who was standing by her brother near the table. “You guys are awfully late! What happened? Did you have a quickie on the way here?”

“No. Shut up!” The exchanged confidant giggles, Malia’s rushed response swiftly letting the other girl know her assumption was indeed true.

“Naughty!”

“Nothing happened, Y/N/N!”

“Yeah, good, otherwise I wouldn’t ever accept a ride from you guys again.”

“Well… I said nothing happened today.”

“Ew!” Stiles crunched his nose, hugging his wife from behind. “Stop telling my baby those things, Malia.”

“Right, should I recall the time I walked into you two doing-?”

“No, you shouldn’t.” The girl quickly cut her friend, grasping Malia’s wrist. “Why don’t you come with me to greet my mum, huh?”

“Okay.” Her doe eyes narrowed, lips forming a straight line, probably in hopes to stifle a laugh. “By the way, I have the hottest gossip to tell you!”

Considering the boys weren’t interested in their conversation, they chose to head over to a table, pouring themselves some whiskey and enjoying some quiet time. But, a few minutes later, Stiles grew puzzled to why his best friend was so quiet.

“Did something happen, Scott?”

“No, dude. Everything’s fine.” The much tanned man sipped on his drink, energetically shaking his head.

“Man, I know you’re still pissed about the wedding. Would you please get over it? May I bring the ‘you got married to my ex’ card?”

“My sister, dude? Really?” He rolled his eyes. “I mean, there’s probably more than three billion women out there, couldn’t you have chosen someone who wasn’t related to me?”

“Honestly? No, I couldn’t choose anyone else but her.” Stilinski’s answer was short and straight to the point. “I love her, Scotty! She’s my frickin’ soulmate!”

“Well, you better love her, because if you hurt my baby sister, I swear to God I will kick your ass.”

“Quit playing around, honey. We both know you love me way too much to hurt me…” The brown haired man winked, joking to take the edge of the situation off.

“Stiles, I’m serious!”

“I refuse to argue about this with you any longer. I’ve been in a relationship with your sister for six fucking years, I actually got married to her, do you think I’m kidding? Because I’m damn sure there’s enough evidence that I am serious about her.”

“Fine… You’re right. I’m just overreacting. She’s my baby sister, I want her to be happy.”

“And I will make her happy, trust me.” Scott folded his arms, nodding and caving in with a smile. “Now, let’s have a proper conversation, shall we? How has the married life treating you?”

“It’s fantastic!” A goofy grin enlightened his puppy face. “I can’t find nothing better than to wake up with her hair scattered all over the pillow, her legs tangled with mine, her small hands clutching my shoulders… Even the flower scent on our bed has got me hooked. I can’t describe how happy I am to have made this decision.”

“Has all the fighting dimmed down a little?”

“Hell no. Malia is one stubborn girl, she always wants to have her way and it drives me crazy.” McCall laughed, getting Stiles to join him. “But let me tell you something… The make-up sex? Incredible.”

“Yeah, that is totally right. Shit, whenever we fight, Y/N comes up to me a few minutes later, jumps into my lap and things just get rough. Scratching, biting… She is wild.”

“Alright, too much information! She is still my sister.”

The friends chuckled together, both taking a good gulp from their bitter drinks. They hadn’t gotten the chance to keep chatting however, for their wives returned, Y/N going straight to sit on Stiles’ lap, who fondly stroked her back. She smiled, kissing his cheek, her nose inhaling the strong manly scent emanating from him.

"Babe, it’s super late… What do you think about us sneaking out? It was a hell of a long day and I could use some rest before we travel tomorrow.”

“Hmm, yes. I definitely need to take those shoes off anyway…” She giggled, getting back on her feet. “I need to talk to my mother first, though, to see if she can keep hosting the people.”

Nodding, Stilinski watched her walk up to Melissa, the two women cheerfully talking. He was incredibly glad they had made up; not long ago they had gotten into a fight saying that marrying a FBI agent was too risky. Of course everyone knew that her fit was due to the fact her ex-husband, Y/N’s father, was an agent as well. She just didn’t want her daughter to undergo the same stuff she did and end up with a failed marriage. Nonetheless, the two eventually talked it out and things went back to normal.

In a few moments, the Y/H/C haired girl went back with a wide grin on her face.

"Yeah, all set, hun.”

“Should we go, then?”

“Well, I’m going to change my clothes real quick. Why don’t you do the same and wait for me in the car?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan!”

The smile stretched further on the girl’s lips; she briefly kissed Stiles and then went over to her bedroom, cursing lowly to the dull ache spreading on feet. As soon as she got inside her old room, she quickly kicked off the heels, moaning with the release.

For a swift moment, Y/N observed the place, mesmerised by the fact her mother hadn’t changed a thing about it. The purple covers, the band posters… It was like a mini Y/N McCall sanctuary.

Shaking her head, the girl went straight to the closet, picking out the beige dress she had brought and placing it on the bed, proceeding to remove her wedding dress; once it was off, her body quivered to the sudden change of temperature.

Y/N first slipped on some white tights, then the dress and lastly her old navy-blue all stars. Her clothing was very simple; after all, if everything happened as she was hoping, she wouldn’t be dressed for long. Especially knowing how wild her husband was in bed.

A naughty smirk appeared while McCall checked her makeup one last time. After she decided she looked good enough, Y/N took a shortcut to the back of her mother’s home, opting to avoid all the fuss.

The couple’s flight to France would only take place later today, around midday, which left the wedding night to an expensive hotel in Beacon Hills. However, before they were able to leave, they had to bid farewell to the whole family, exchanging hugs and kisses. The minute that was over, Y/N and Stiles hopped inside the man’s new Mercedes.

Not long afterwards, he had rose up to a fairly high speed, choosing a high road to arrive sooner at the hotel.They didn’t talk during the drive, but Stilinski made sure to maintain skin contact, his large hand stroking her thigh.

About half an hour later, the couple reached their destination. It was little past four in the morning when they checked-in; Y/N was actually surprised her husband spent so much money to bring her to this fancy hotel.

“You’re so quiet, babe…” The brown haired man mumbled, frowning, as they got inside the lift. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. I’m just tired and, well, a little bit scared.”

He brought his plump bottom lip to be chewed by his teeth, grasping his wife’s hand and softly squeezing it, to provide her with comfort.

“What exactly are you scared of, huh? It’s just you and me, baby, like it has been all these years.”

“I love you, Mischief.” She sighed, admitting.

“Hmm, I am confident that I love you way more, stupid!” A silky giggle slipped his mouth. “Now, what do you say we go enjoy our room, huh?”

She couldn’t stifle a loud laugh as the tall, dark haired man lifted her on his arms and walked them both inside the huge hotel room. It had a rather light decoration, the walls painted white, honey coloured furniture… Y/N thought to herself that this was the perfect place to seal their first night as a married couple. Stiles, on the other hand, could only imagine the nasty things he’d to do her on that majestic bed.

As soon as the girl was comfortably lying on the smooth mattress, Stilinski didn’t hesitate to climb above her, claiming her lips hungrily. His tongue traced a wet line on her bottom lip, pushing inside her mouth and exploring the light champagne taste it had. God, he missed her so much! The couple had decided to, hm, remain chaste until the wedding day, thus the man was almost crawling walls.

His fingers fumbled carelessly along her back, looking for buttons or a zipper, whatever it was, to open up the piece of clothing that insisted on wrapping his gorgeous wife’s body. He sucked a hickey on her neck, eliciting a mellow moan from the girl, her digits tangling with his hair. Finally, giving up on opening it, Stiles’ hands simply snuck under the dress, finding her tender spot and giving it a gentle rub. This time her response wasn’t low, actually, it was slightly louder than they were both used to, which caused Y/N to purse her lips, restraining the sounds.

“Don’t hold in, baby.” Stilinski whispered, his thumb flickering the swollen nub. “I love when you moan to me. Especially my name. It sounds so pretty coming from your pretty mouth…”

“Stiles… Don’t do this to me.” Her voice was desperate, losing the timing once his long middle finger slipped inside her dampen core. “Fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth.” The index joined the other one within her pussy, the pace growing slightly, bringing out dense, girl-ish moans.

“Stilinski, when I-” She was cut off by the man’s lips finding hers in a rough kiss, his digits still vigorously pumping. “God fucking damn.”

Y/N threw her head back, moaning out loud as she watched her husband slowly move down. His hair was dishevelled, eyes hardened with lust; if there was anything in this world that she thought it was sexy, it was this image.

The man’s mouth was eager to slurp on her clit, his tongue flickering with care. Stiles hummed once he felt her entrance becoming slicker, the stretchy liquid pruning his fingers. The noises she was making were also a turn-on, he enjoyed how responsive she was, encouraging him to move further, his digits stretching her walls up.

Her hands snuck to his shoulders, scraping the skin of his of the brown haired man’s neck whilst her hips went up against his face to deepen the contact of his tongue against it. She felt so close to burst, it was amazing how he grew familiar with all her tender spots, rubbing just the enough amount to get her all worked up.

“Stiles…” The name fell out of her mouth in a mellow moan, he grunted. “I’m so close… Don’t stop, yeah? Just keep going like that…”

Stilinski hummed, the vibration causing the girl to clench, screaming in pleasure. Withdrawing his fingers, he licked a stripe down her core, exploring her entrance with his tongue, her taste flooding his mouth. They had been together for six years and not once he felt as if he could get enough of this. Of her.

He grasped the base of her thighs, diving deeper into her, savouring every bit of sensitive skin he could. Y/N bottom lip quivered, her back arching as the coil on her lower stomach tightened more and more, until, in one sharp movement, Stiles pushed over the edge, her orgasm shaking her entire body. The girl couldn’t help but scream, the pleasure filling her up entirely.

The mole speckled boy kept on kitten licking her pussy, riding her out of her high. She heaved in awe, her hands squeezing his shoulders while still heaving in awe, very much numb. Eventually, his kisses left the moist centre and came up to meet up with her lips, the girl groaning upon feeling her own taste on his tongue, his fingers grazing the soft flesh of her thigh.

“This was interesting.” She bluntly said, gently pushing him to get off her. “You have never disappointed me with that mouth of yours. Well… Except for that night, after Scott and Malia’s wedding.”

“I was drunk!!”

“Yeah, that’s your excuse.” Y/N giggled, slipping off of her cute dress and kicking off the sneakers. “But I can remember plenty nights in which you were drunk and closed the deal.”

“Do you get your kicks when you tease me like that?”

“Yeah, you look adorable when you’re pissed.”

Stiles’ eyes glowed with hunger for that gorgeous body standing in front of him, with nothing on but a pair of thighs and a white lacy bra. Y/N grinned naughtily at him, walking back to the back and straddling her husband, the feeling of his hard-on throbbing against her warm slit. However, before they could continue the festivities, there was a shy knock on the door, snapping them out of their own little world.

“Fuck.” He cursed, rolling his eyes. “It’s four in the morning, who in the world would it be?”

The person knocked again, eliciting a huff from Stiles, who, as soon as the girl rolled off of him, went to the door. Y/N, curious to know what was going on, put on a robe and went to join the brown haired man whose voice was considerably louder than usual.

“Hi, what is going on?” The woman queried, quickly analysing the angry expressions on Stilinski’s face and the scared ones on the hotel room maid. “Babe?”

“Hello, ma’am.” Poor thing looked so embarrassed. “As I was trying to explain to your husband… There has been a few complaints from the guests about some loud noises coming from this room. I was wondering if you could moan a little lower?”

“Oh!” A slight blush rose to Y/N’s cheeks. “I am so sorry! We will keep-”

“Excuse me, Miss Millis, but we are on our honeymoon and I recall paying three thousand fucking dollars for this room. The least I could get was to be left alone with my wife, but don’t fucking worry it because we will keep it down.”

Stiles proceeded to slam the door shut before being even able to hear what the maid had to say about his harsh answer, who looked as comfortable as a fish out of water. Y/N stared at the man livid, not believing be had acted out like that, like he was some sort of King. Even if he was, it was no excuse to treat anyone like that.

“Are you insane?”

“No, I’m not.” His shoulders dropped. “I just wanted to enjoy our wedding night, babe, fuck you real good and hear your sweet moans calling out to me. I can’t believe I can’t even do that.”

She couldn’t avoid the smirk that pulled her lips up, moving to where he was, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Lose the angry face that you know makes me crazy about you.” The whispered was leaking lust. “And don’t babble about fucking me good if you aren’t going to do it. Either you do it or don’t bring it up.”

While Y/N talked, her digits worked on the not of her robe, allowing it to pool around her feet. Stiles took a deep breath, cocking his head to the right side whilst savouring the new found sight; he wanted nothing but to touch her, nevertheless, the moment his hand reached forward, she slapped him away, swiftly kneeling in front of him.

“What do you say I help you calm down, huh?” It was barely a whisper, but it served as a great stimulant to the man, who just nodded, agreeing. “Good, let me take care of you.”

“Be my guest, honey.”

She knelt down in front of him, not hesitating to remove his belt and pop his trousers’ button open, pushing it alongside his black underwear down. Stiles’ dick was only semi-hard; the previous events had certainly dimmed down all the pent up tension from before, nothing a good blowjob wouldn’t fix. The thought elicited a giggle as she grasped his length, giving it a few pumps.

The brown haired man grunted, closing his eyes to entirely enjoy the handjob he was receiving. In a careless motion, he cupped her cheek, his thumb gently tracing her cheekbone, which brought a smile to her lips before, finally, leaning in to suck his tip into her hot mouth. Another wave of moaning filled the room, his hand leaving her face and going to grab her hair, tugging at it.

Y/N used her tongue to circle his swollen head, collecting the salty pre-cum already leaking. Stiles was a 27 year old with the sex drive of a teenager, so getting hard was definitely not a problem to him; actually, it often happened even though he wasn’t in a sexual content, granting the man some of the funniest moments.

Opting to tease him even more, she scattered kisses across his dick, wetting every inch of it. She then followed a vein back up to his tip, sucking at it hungrily. Forward, the woman curled her lips inwardly, swallowing just enough of him to feel herself gag. Her husband moaned out her name, tightening the grip on her hair, his hips thrusting forward. The girl instantaneously pulled away, frowning at him.

“Why did you stop?”

“Could you please not rush me like that?” She complained, shaking her head in disapproval. “Let me do this my way or you’ll have to deal with it by yourself.”

“When you ask so nicely!”

Not minding his witty response, she went back to what she was doing; his digits snuck into her hair, massaging her scalp. She groaned, taking her left hand, which was massaging his balls, to caress her own pussy. Stiles could swear he saw little stars every time she moaned, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure across his whole body.

It had something to do with the way she sucked and the way her tongue swirled that was driving him crazy. God, she was not allowed to be so good, he thought, loosening the grip on her hair, letting her Y/H/T fall, framing her gorgeous face.

“Look at me, babe.” Her voice mumbled, breathlessly. “Watch me going down on you, sucking you so good you can’t even make sentences.”

“Shit. You’re so hot, Y/N.”

The woman spat on his cock, her hand working non stop whilst her lips wrapped themselves around his tip, craving nothing but to cause him to fall apart.

“God, fucking damn, honey. I’m gonna…”

“Just cum to me, yeah?”

“Not in your mouth… Please!” Stiles pleaded. “I wanna’ fuck you. I wanna’ feel that warm cunt strangling me.”

There was no way she could deny him when he talked like that, it was like he hacked her firewall and tore everything down. She was putty in his hands.

Stiles have her a hand, helping her up and swiftly pulling her into a breathtaking kiss. Their tastes mingled while their tongues rolled together, the noses brushing lightly. Meanwhile, never breaking the contact, he gently pushed her to the bed, taking place between her legs, descending his kisses to the woman’s collarbones. He sucked a few love bites there, not even thinking twice before tearing the delicate bra up.

“I liked this one.” Y/N pouted.

“We can shopping in fucking France and you’ll buy a new one.”

“Okay.” She giggled, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing somewhere in the room. “Now would you do the favour of fucking me?”

“As you wish, your highness.”

In a slow movement, Stiles pushed inside her wet pussy, both of them grunting due to the intimacy now shared. He remained still for a minute, waiting until she adjusted to him, being the loving bean he had always been when it came to the love of his life. Removing a few hairs off of her forehead, Stilinski leant in, pecking her lips fondly.

Not want rushing anything, the chestnut brown haired man then began moving smoothly. It wasn’t rare that the two of them would chose to make love rather than having wild sex, but tonight it was so special that they simply couldn’t help it. Her hands cupped his cheeks, their gazes linking like there was nothing else in the world but the two of them.

A low moan slipped her lips when he hit a sweet spot, which brought a cocky smile to his lips. Stiles always felt the most amazing fucker in the world when he got you to moan. You joined him, giggling a little.

“What are you thinking about it?”

“That you are adorable.” She whispered, the stinging feeling of his scruff burning her neck as he kissed the region. “That I’m so lucky I married you.”

“You cheesy muffin.” His hoarse laugh had her shivering. It could also be related to the fact his pace grew significantly. “Did you ever, uh, think we’d be here?”

“Hmm.” The way he angled himself within her forced a moan out, she dug her nails down his pale back. “Sometimes. But I never figured you made the get married type.”

“And you were okay with that?”

“I was.” Inhaling his scent made her smile. “All I wanted was to be with you, I never cared much about titles.”

“All I ever wanted was to be with you too.”

They shared a fond kiss, melting into each other as their hands intertwined. Y/N could feel the known tightness on her lower stomach, letting her know her second orgasm was edging her and, by the way he was getting sloppy, she knew that Stiles was close as well. The tips of his fingers drew figures on her thigh, small goosebumps spreading on the woman’s frame.

Stilinski’s hands hugged each side of her body, his lips wrapping themselves around Y/N’s right peak, toying with it until it was turgid under his touch. She clenched around him, lifting her hips to increase the friction.

“Oh fuck… I… Urgh!” The words floated from the woman’s mouth while she finally surrendered to the pleasure, her toes curling and her chest rising against his face. “Dammit’, Stiles!”

“Just a little bit more, baby.”

“Uh-uh.” Her voice was frail when she agreed. “Fuck.”

His movements grew careless, their hips meeting in an irregular pattern. Their mouths linked again, she brought his bottom lip between his; he moaned, his hands gripping the base of her thighs, thrusting harder than before, only fall apart, his warm seed spilling inside her when he cummed.

The couple spent a few minutes just there, experiencing the abundance of sensations. At last, he rolled off of her, taking the place beside; she crawled to lie her hand on his chest, noticing that his breathing was still uneven. Stiles stroked her back, kissing the top of her head.

“Well, hubby.” Y/N said, a smile ghosting on her lips. “That was fucking awesome.”

“It was indeed.”

“I mean, I love when you fuck me like that.”

“Could you stop talking like that, you naughty girl?” Stiles brought her leg to mix with his, his hand running down it. “I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

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12. Return

12:48 AM

Guess that didn’t last long, huh?

I was so close to deleting both blogs associated with this email address and starting with a clean slate. But despite the immense amounts of cringe I experienced from scrolling through this blog, I feel like it would be too much of a loss. To miss out on all those past posts/the memories they conjure up simply because of embarrassment.

So we’ll try this again, right? (I wholeheartedly understand that this reads like a bad fanfiction but I cannot stop myself 🤷🏻‍♀️good thing this isn’t my day job...)

At the risk of sounding like the first five minutes of a terrible romcom, so many things have changed.

As I type, I’m now 26 years old - a real adult, with a whole ass job and a 401K. We’re* even on the brink of purchasing real estate (and along with that a M O R T A G E - spelling it like that makes it less scary, right?).

SO, not like it’s anything that we don’t know but I graduated from NYU in 2016 (NOT with honors, thank you very much ... me) but with a major in computer science and a minor in web programming/applications (..so more computer science). We spent exactly 1 month job hunting (got our offer from bluewolf on the 1 month mark after graduation) and have spent the last four and a half years making money for the man. Halfway through that, the IBM acquisition went through and we went up in salary but went down in culture/coworkers/anything fun.

There weren’t only bad times though. We managed to squeeze in a free trip to Morocco (along with comp’ed flights to Barcelona + the Canary Islands) and have made some great friendships along the way (cue the sparks and melodic background music).

It makes me immensely sad at this moment to think about how one day, I may be scrolling through this blog and no longer in close communication with Mickey/Swati/other Bluewolf friends. I know that it’s probably going to happen (given the natural course things take - i.e. what’s happened with Leo, Mary, Shelby, Caitlin, Emily -- pps, this makes it sound like something terrible happened, which it did NOT, life just goes on) but I just wanted to note this brief moment of sadness.

In addition to that brief moment of sadness, I also regret not keeping up with this habit/not picking this up during.. let’s phrase them as ‘highlight’ moments of my life. If only I had a post - no matter how brief - during graduation, first day at work, first vacation, really good days, really bad days...

Since we don’t have that - here’s a quick rundown.

Graduation - 2016, super sunny, Yankee stadium did NOT have enough shade (I got sunburnt on my nose), super hectic afterwards, felt like something was happening in my mind/body but I couldn’t really tell what it was (like a feeling of something building up), hopped on a flight to Puerto Rico, first family vacation overseas!, June had to do something for work so everyone was tense, but it was a great week or so

Job Hunting - 2016, super nervous/scared, got really good at getting on the phone immediately after waking up from a nap, thought I crushed a interview - didn’t get it, got crushed by an interview - left the building in the elevator crying, and finally things fell into place

Working! Romas Regime - 2016, super scared of code review and being accepted by the rest of the devs, super scared about being able to complete the ask(s), learned so much, had a weird crush on K/L?

Working! Niki/Kate Regime - 201?-2018, had it under control, considered job hunting?, maybe this was the golden age...

Working! TD Regime - 2018-2019, big shift to full time/classic services client/traveling, DEF had a .. i’m not going to demean myself and say it was weird - crush on S (weirdly had a dream involving him the other night...my feelings did not get returned even in dream form.. that’s rough, buddy), got REAL close to mickey (yay :’) ), def had a lil blossoming crush on A (is it a crush if I just want to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him safe? mans is a sweetheart), learned my lesson about eating out all the time.. lol

Working! 2020 - pandemic vibes, we’ll definitely be getting into this more (in future posts? optimistic but I think I can carry that out), working from queens home is pretty sweet but that division between home + work has disappeared (a easy thing to give up in a hard year), no boss regime!, not good for career growth (aka me flip flopping between feeling guilty about this and not caring)

Just right now, figured out a hack in inserting bullet points since I was too lazy to look up the HTML for it... still got it

I knew this was going to blossom into a.. unsurmountable task once I started. I’ll have to go into more detail in future posts. HOWEVER, the reason I wanted to get back into writing posts today was because I was ~~~reminiscing~~~ about 2020.

Obviously it’s been a hard year. I can’t even begin to describe how it felt back in March -- how I woke up in a panic that grey and rainy Friday morning, fretting over buying groceries because that was the only thing I could control. The sheer defeat I felt when I got to TJs and the line was down the block. The ease and relaxation I felt when I finally got home that Saturday morning.. it felt like my entire chest was opening up.

But the sheer fact that what I’m describing is just around the fear of covid and not about loss or sickness or job security says a lot. And the fact that I felt like I had to say that on a personal blog that literally no one reads (and I’d like to keep it that way, thank you) says a lot about the guilt I feel with my privilege during this year (not that I’m trying NOT to feel guilty.. I am cool living with it).

But my conversations with Sharon lately/the posts I’ve been seeing online pushed me to write/reflect on this. A lot of good has happened for/to me this year! And I want to put it into words and celebrate it.

Here we go again with the bullets hack:

Weight Loss - I really never thought I’d be able to accomplish all the work I’ve done so far. We started in July 2019 at 174 pounds and today I weighed in at 135 pounds. Let’s cut ourselves a break and give us that last pound.. that’s 40 pounds!

Fitness - This basically goes hand in hand with the last point but I’m also .. shocked with where I’m at today. I can run a few miles, no problem. I feel good! during my run. I know even if I feel poorly, I’ll get back on the starting line and have the potential for a great run - and even if the next one isn’t, it’s still a run in the books! I know what a figure four stretch, a lateral squat, a romanian deadlift, a bear crawl, what all those things are now!

Family - I’ve spent a TON of time with my parents/family this year (it’s been my only social interaction really). It’s hard at times sure - I miss certain things from last year/pre-covid thats FOR SURE - but it’s nice to spend time with my parents as a ... ‘adult’. It’s nice for us to have this time together.. and for us to be able to make these memories.

It’s late now (lol that depends on your POV) so I’ll leave those bullets as summaries and go into further detail later on. I do want to say, I’m glad I’m doing this. As cringy as it will be to reread, I’m glad to have this down and appreciative of the reflection.

1:35 AM

*P.S. (the ROYAL) we are aware that we’re popping between the use of ‘I’ and ‘we’ here... it’s a thing we do now. It’ll make us cringe in the future, WE KNOW

#no posts will ever be revised #we live in the now #lol i said this is late but what i really meant was this is late for me to be using my brain

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The Man Who Nods

Bogotá is truly in a league of its own when it comes to food and drink. The bar and restaurant scene in this city rivals, perhaps surpasses that of any European city which I have been to, particularly in Zona Rosa. Being the commercial centre of the capital, the pavements of this district are lined with a massive variety of establishment, ideal for pretty much any social situation; a sit down meal; some pre-drinks; a post-night out, greasy El Corral. However, despite the buzz and glamour of the area, you need to take a walk down a side-alley - away from the arsenal of cars marching down the main road, illuminating the rain in their headlights’ bewildered gaze – to find my favourite culinary joint: a hole in the wall.

I don’t actually know the name of this place, but I can tell you that it is a rectangular hole in a brick wall in which resides a man, the same man at all times, who does not speak; he only communicates in nods, headshakes and the manufacturing of sandwiches and hotdogs. He has a modest mullet and a patchy beard and eyes which stare blankly onto the grill in a way which implies either total despairing disinterest with the world or total calm and contentment, but it is hard to determine which. You place your order for the club sandwich combo (or something else, but really it’s all about the combo) and he nods, before proceeding to fastening his apron which reads ‘Bimbo’ and nothing else, and he whips up a triple layer sandwich with some fries and a small cup of whatever soft drink he has lying around. Then you eat your meal either at the counter (by which I mean the point where the brick wall ends and the hole in it begins) or perched on the bright Molineux-orange railings parallel to it. Then you give the man five thousand pesos (£1.25) and he nods you on your way.

I dined at this hole in the wall for the second time on Saturday night, before a night out which proved heavier, and more fun, than originally anticipated. We arrived at Jhonny Cay Caribbean cocktail bar at twenty past seven, in the knowledge that happy hour ended at eight and we had forty minutes to take full advantage of the two for one drinks offer. I eased myself in with what was essentially a vanilla milkshake with some vodka knocking around in there somewhere, then moved onto the Zombie, an appropriately named concoction consisting of vodka, triple sec and aguardiente (I can’t remember what the mixer was, or if there was one). We then realised we had been drinking far too casually and that we only had ten minutes left of happy hour, so the only course of action was to hastily order two more cocktails each while the last few sips of my Zombie still swilled in the bottom of my martini glass. This would have been the end of the triumphant story of how I drank four cocktails for the equivalent of £10, did I not then order a fifth cocktail after happy hour had finished, solely to appear social when Melanie, Melissa and Juana turned up in a very fashionable, very Colombian, late manner.

After they’d had time to catch up, we essentially waded through the treacherous rivers and fen-sucked fogs in the vintage Bogotá downpour towards the next venue. In the torrential rain, I howled at the navigating Juana to find the club quickly like King Lear on the sesh. Only when I was substantially soaked did we come to ‘El Pepino’, or in English: ‘The Cucumber’. When I heard this small dance bar was called The Cucumber, I figured the night would go one of two ways: it would either be as cool as cucumbers are often claimed to be, or it would be bland and watery. I was already pretty watery thanks to the rain, so I was worried the latter would prevail, but thankfully it swung to the former once I’d danced enough and done enough shots of aguardiente to warm up. The Cucumber was great. It was more like a house party than a club. The DJ was pretty much any person willing to have a go, and there were several gaps of silence between random members of the public choosing songs filled with a bombardment of abuse from those occupying the dancefloor. The main room was that perfect balance between spacious and full which meant one could have room to throw ludicrous shapes, but the overall vibe was far from dead, in fact it was somewhat kicking off. At around midnight there was a performance from what can only be described as a rap posse. For about 45 minutes, six or seven guys absolutely rocked the tiny stage with their freestyled verses over their mates’ beat-boxing. The only sound through the speakers not coming from a person onstage was from a tiny Moog synth providing the faintest of wubs. They put so much energy and confidence into their show and all of us congregated at the front were completely captured by it; I couldn’t make out any of the rappers’ Spanish at the pace that it was being spat, but yet their inflection and delivery had me instinctively knowing at exactly which points in their verses to join the crowd in yelling “OHHHHHHHH!!!!!”.

We stayed there until it closed at three and then spent a good while trying to flag down a taxi that hadn’t already been flagged down by the amazing power of the internet, so by the time we got home and received our order of grease from whoever in their right mind was still delivering at five am, I figured there was no real point in going to bed before leaving the house at seven for mine, Stephen and Ela’s day of hiking in Guatavita. I’ve done the one-day Inca trail on no sleep, so this would no doubt be a doddle.

I didn’t fall asleep on the bus there, I just had a series of massively extended blinks, in between which I admired the clouded sun glazing over the Andean hills that greet you as soon as you bundle out of Bogotá. All morning I happily trudged the dirt road through the Cundinamarca countryside, squinting in the light and smiling wryly at the butterflies of white and lemon yellow that fluttered along with me, and the calves serenading our trail with their melodic groans. When we came to the entrance of the national park, after about two and a half hours walking, it turned out that we didn’t have enough money for both the bus back home and the ‘gringo price’ entrance fee, so we had to turn around back onto the road from whence we came. However, any disappointment at this was erased by a Colombian family who pulled their car up next to us ten minutes into our return hike. In their rusty red sedan, they offered to drive us to the bus stop in exchange for nothing but an opportunity for their son, riding in the front seat, to practice his English. His name was Andres, and he sent question after question towards us, crammed on the backseat next to his mother, me uncomfortably squished onto Stephen’s lap. They were an unbelievably sweet group of people; the mother kept adorably gasping every time we mentioned that we had walked to the park entrance, the father kept pushing his son to ask us more questions, and Andres obliged with a truly genuine smile on his face, before assisting us in getting on a minibus back to Bogotá. This was the kind of helpfulness and honest compassion for other people that you can only find by leaving the UK. Colombians specialise in it. They may turn up late to pretty much every commitment they ever make, but they’re sure to make you feel welcome when they arrive. I’ll miss that.

I believe my rough patch has passed. I thought this earlier today walking back from La Frutaveria, headphones in ears and all my fruit and veg for the week in hand. I had four layers on to accommodate for the recent coldness and the typical drizzle. When I got in I made myself a simple dinner or rice and jalapeño stuffed peppers with the red peppers I bought at a 75% discount because they were deformed. I felt like a citizen. I know what’s going on around here. I use the bus, I have my favourite spots to eat, I’ve got my next three weekends planned out, I’ve got all my meals planned out for the week and I know where to get the cheapest ingredients. If I was the man working in the hole in the wall and you’d asked me a few weeks ago if I was okay, I most certainly would have shaken my head in a way which meant ‘I’m out of good vibes but I can do you some upsetti spaghetti with a side order of total confusion’ but today I would more likely respond with a nod that indicated: ‘yeah man, do you want me to fill this tiny ass cup with Coke or Apple Fanta?’

#bogota #travel #colombia #guatavita #food #night life #hiking #positivity #writing

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