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arcielee · 6 months

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Ahem..! So.

Late morning. You're standing by the stove and making yourself a morning coffee, although it would be more logical to start cooking dinner... Ahem, so! You didn't sleep well. You barely slept. Because your daughter, as you'll find out in a couple of months, that it's a girl, threw a party hard in your uterus. But your husband, modernAegon, slept next to you the way your daughter should have slept, like a fucking baby.

Well, it's immediately clear, that this is papa's girl... You almost hate them both... Maybe you should have this baby, leave her to your husband and run away... Since these two are so similar, maybe you're an extra in this happy family...

But, your negative thoughts caused by lack of sleep and a surge of hormones were interrupted by warm, soft hands hugging your big tummy. ModernAegon kissed the path from your shoulder to your cheek, while stroking your tummy. And when he reached the goal, he said, still sleepy: "good morning, my soul. - You nodded back. - I love you, Y/n... I love you the most in this world... - His voice was clearly shaking. You asked, what happened. Hiding his face in your neck, modernAegon replied, that he had a disgusting nightmare. - It all started with the fact, that some lost, ancient fruit was found in the depths of old America. And this fruit quickly became extremely popular. It was very tasty and healthy. This fruit, almost raised people from the dead... You ate this fruit because it made it easier for you to tolerate pregnancy. And I, because it was delicious."

Y/n: "mhm... Aand?"

ModernAegon: "This fruit has been eaten all over the world. - He paused. - I cheated on you in this dream... - You even have a spoon, with which you stirred coffee in a mug, fell out of your hands from surprise. - I cheated on you, literally, with every woman I met! And you didn't know anything about it. - He sniffed. - It wasn't my fault, I swear! It was because of this fruit! - You're not sure which of you two has pregnancy hormones, that are naughty. - There was some kind of parasite in this fruit, that somehow affected our nervous system and made libido go crazy, so that this parasite could reproduce. People were fucking, like crazy all over the world. And I was one of them! And you're not! There was some small group of people, who were not susceptible to this parasite. When this thing got into your blood, your blood immediately destroyed this parasite. And I wasn't immune to it! And I cheated on you with thousands of women! And you didn't know anything! You always greeted me at home, as usual, with hugs and kisses, after I was with a woman, I accidentally met on the street... You found out about everything, when you donated blood for a vaccine against this parasite. Scientists pretty quickly identified all this, and you, with a group of other people, who had blood killing this parasite, were called in to create a vaccine.... You just gave a lot of blood to heal others, and you saw me, in the crowd of those, who are infected... And I saw your eyes... Your pregnant belly... I saw your heart break... I... Forgiiiiveeee meeeee! - Your husband, hid his face in your neck again, hugging you tightly. - I looove you!"

You're not even sure, how to react to all this...

Oh, yeah. Quick fun fact. Your first pregnancy was the most terrible emotional swing in your entire life together with modernAegon. Did you think, that the first years of your relationship, when he was still exposed to his addictions and the influence of his family, when he was struggling to become a good boyfriend for you, were difficult and exhausting? Noooooooo.

ModernAegon was horrified by the news of your pregnancy from the very first seconds. You could literally see, how pale he turned. You already regretted, that you decided to tell him about it, you already regretted, that you were glad about it. And when he stammered, that he needed to take a walk, that he needed to think about something, and he, crashing into every corner on his way, went to his street shoes, you finally lost all feelings. Your husband came back late at night. He was a little drunk. You were lying on your side in your shared bed and trying to watch something on YouTube/Twitch/online cinema. You were staring aimlessly at the screen of your phone, completely not following, what was happening. All you could see, were your husband's eyes, huge with horror.

ModernAegon has passed into your shared bedroom. You heard he was back, but it was somewhere deep in the back of your mind. Your head was painfully empty, but at the same time, crowds of disgusting thoughts devoured your mind. ModernAegon sat on the edge of the bed, near your feet, and put his head on your hip. You felt it, but, again, everything was like a blur. ModernAegon asked you to look at him. You're not sure what you heard. ModernAegon took the phone out of your hands and turned off the video, he turned you over on your back and climbed onto the bed next to you. He put his head on your chest, which was a sign, that he was sad, and his hand on your stomach.

ModernAegon said he loves you, loves you to the point of pain. He told, that he often fantasized about your pregnancy, about how you would have pregnant sex, how you would eat all sorts of strange things, like pregnant women in movies, about your family, about what kind of children you would have, how many of them there would be, who they would look like... And then, images pop up in his head of how he becomes the same as his father... And even worse. And he's terrified of it... He has a lot of fears in life, he is, in fact, a coward, and one of his worst nightmares is to become like his parents. And while he was telling you all this, he didn't stop crying into your chest.

The middle of your pregnancy was going well. I mean, your husband was good about it. Sometimes it seemed to you, that he was worried and waiting for this child, more than you. He ran around you like a mother hen. Lol, and he didn't let his own mother get close to you. The only member of his family, who was allowed to be near you without his supervision, was his younger sister. His younger brother was allowed to be in the same room with you, but under the supervision of modernAegon. By the sixth month of pregnancy, he literally developed paranoia, all the stories about, what happened to his father's first wife during her second birth have, not left his mind since the middle of the sixth month of your pregnancy. ModernAegon went with you to all medical appointments, and personally and strictly selected your doctors and the hospital, where you will give birth.

By the beginning of the ninth month, modernAegon had backed down. He suddenly realized, that you are about to give birth, and he will meet his child. And he, again, was horrified. A few months ago, you almost lost this child, because of your tantrums, because of the loss of the cat. It's already scared him. And the prospect, that he will not cope with the responsibility of being a father... In short, he started drinking again. Which started to make you cry again. And, as we have already understood, modernAegon fears your tears more, than the most painful and long death. And this is the ninth month. In his mind, you even have to breathe carefully, at this time.

What if you die during childbirth? What if the baby dies during childbirth? And what if the child is entangled in your belly in the umbilical cord, and the ultrasound does not show this, and the child is already dead? What if both of you don't survive childbirth, and modernAegon is left alone with two corpses? And what if...

The most terrible thoughts were constantly spinning in his head, day and night. He was already going crazy. But suddenly everything went quiet in his head, when his little, newborn girl was in his arms... She's so small... She's so warm... Her little blond fuzz on her little head tickles his neck so pleasantly... Your husband burst into tears, right in front of the doctors and nurses... And he's not ashamed of it. It's his little girl! He became the father of a little princess! It's his little girl! His first little daughter...

ModernAegon tried his best to be a good father. He studied mountains of literature on psychology and pedagogy, on parenting. And, gritting his teeth, occasionally asked his mother for advice, last of all. The first time he called his mother, was when his little princess started coughing. The doctor prescribed some dubious medicine, saying, that it was okay. This thing stank and... In short, twisting his face, modernAegon called Alicent to find out, how she was coping with this fucking cough.

Since the birth of your daughter, you haven't seen modernAegon cry about it. But.

You woke up, and your back is cold. Your husband wasn't in bed. You got up and went to the nursery, and you didn't find your daughter. Okay, you're starting to get nervous. You saw, that the kitchen light was on. You went into the kitchen and found your husband sleeping in an armchair. Your daughter was sleeping on his chest, pouring her drool on his T-shirt. ModernAegon held the girl with one hand, and with the other, hugged her back, not letting her freeze and hugging her at the same time. Both had their mouths slightly open, both had the same facial features, hair color, eyes, both were quietly snoring... She really is daddy's girl. His complete little copy. Even in small, inconspicuous habits, she was like her father. She was like you only in that you are both girls, and nothing else.

You went up to them, to kiss them and take their little late-night snack off the table, but you lingered for a second. The smile slipped from your face, when you saw the red stripes on your husband's cheeks, his swollen eyelids. He was clearly crying again.

The baby woke up first. You tried to cook breakfast as quietly as possible, but apparently her young ears were sharper, than her father's. When she stirred on her father's chest, he instantly opened his eyes. ModernAegon did not immediately notice your presence, focusing his still sleepy mind on the small lump in his hands.

When your little daughter was fed, washed and put to bed, you carefully began to find out, what upset your husband so much.

ModernAegon is absolutely in love with the fact, that he has a daughter. That you gave him a daughter. He absolutely adores her, and the fact, that she is, without a doubt, his daughter, makes him ecstatic. But, if she looks so much like him, won't she repeat his fate? Won't he become like his parents? He tries so hard, but it seems to him, that he is not doing enough... She is so small and precious in his hands, what if he makes a mistake? He wouldn't survive, if he hurt her!

You sat on your husband's lap and pressed his head to your milky breasts, to shut him up. By the way, the relationship of modernAegon with your breast, in which there is milk, is a separate topic for conversation. Oh, that kinky husband of yours. Ahem, so. You kissed the top of his head.

Y/n: "I love you. So much. You're a wonderful father, Aegon. Sometimes, I even envy her a little... After all, she got the most gentle and caring, the funniest and attentive daddy."

ModernAegon: "... I love you... - He looked up at you. He looked very serious. - I need another baby... Give me another baby. We are going to make another baby right now."

God help you...

"We are going to make another baby right now."

Y/N: Sigh. Fine.

#modern aegon!husband drabbles #this is so sweet #i can definitely see aegon panicking at first #but then he would do everything to try and be the best father #the father he never had

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hatake-no-sharingan · 3 years

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Time travel AU (Part 2: Minato’s promise)

AU Summary: The world is falling apart, and the Sage of the Six Paths sends Naruto back in time to find his parents and collect the thing that will help him and Sasuke save the shinobi.

Link to part 1: HERE

Part 2 Summary: Naruto tells his parents why he’s come back in time, and asks them to help him save the world. Y/N notices there’s something off with everything that’s going on, but Minato steps up to keep his family safe.

Characters in part 2: Y/N (as Naruto’s mom/ Minato’s wife), Minato and Naruto

Warnings: None

A/N: This is for @itsao-mine, my amazing reader. I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, beautiful. Hopefully you’ll like reading it as much as I’ve loved writing it. I hope everyone else enjoys it too <3 Thank you for being so supportive of my writing.

Minato’s promise

Minato’s mouth dropped wide open. For a moment Y/N thought she imagined the whole thing, but she wiped her eyes and both Naruto and her husband were still in front of her. Minato’s initial shock had transformed into his signature smile.

The resemblance between the boy and him was uncanny. They had the same yellow hair and expressive blue eyes, as well as his easygoing manner. At the same time, he spoke in the same distracted but cheerful way Y/N did. He had the same expressions as her. There was no denying this was their child. But how was it possible?

As if reading his wife’s mind, Minato spoke.

“Naruto, this is very weird so you’d better have one hell of a good explanation on how the same baby she’s carrying is also sitting here all grown up, being a full fledged shinobi.”

Naruto’s stomach made a noise, revealing his hunger.

“We can talk about it over dinner, you both need food to restore yourselves, and so do I, remember I’m still eating for two.”

Y/N served three generous bowls of ramen and had her two ninjas take a seat at the table.

“Wow mom, you really do know how to cook. This is so tasty, maaan I love it. Did you know ramen is my favorite food? Have I mentioned it yet?”

“Well it’s also my favorite food. Don’t I cook it for you often? In the future I mean.”

“Ummm, not really” he laughs nervously “anyway, let me tell you what’s going on. It’s kinda messy really, and a hard story to tell, but I’ll try my best”

Naruto does try his best to summarize everything without getting much into detail, and his parents seem to catch on a bit. Naruto is surprised that they actually believe every word he says and seem keen on helping him, which is a relief, really, because he’d be lost without their support.

“So you’re telling us that in the future, 17 years from now, an evil princess who mysteriously fell from space ages ago comes back to life so she can plant a tree which enslaves all of humanity and feeds on their chakra and the only way to stop it is if you and Sasuke Uchiha, who just so happens to be the cute baby I saw a week ago in my friend Mikoto’s arms, seal her. For that you need to collect a special type of chakra from the Kyuubi because it’s exactly released at the time of your birth and a scroll from the Uchiha Clan which Sasuke is trying to find at this same time, and that’s why the Sage of the Six Paths gave Sasuke the power for one trip in time with his, what did you say it was called?” Says Y/N.

“Rinnesharingan”

“Right, rinnesharingan. So did I understand correctly?”

“Yes you have it all right. So will you let me attend my own birth so we can save everyone?”

“If it’s for the sake of the world I will, right, yondaime?”

“Of course, my love” says her husband.

“Thanks mom, you’re truly the best”

“Come here, let me hold you for a bit, you must be exhausted”

Naruto moves close to his mother, and she embraces him in a tender way he’s never felt before. She strokes his forehead and tries to reassure him that she and his father will help him through it all, but a deep fear settles in her heart.

After spending a few moments like this, and noticing her son is exhausted, she prepares the guest bedroom for him and carefully tucks him into bed.

Once Naruto has fallen asleep, Y/N settles in her couch with a cup of tea in her hands.

“Minato, I’m scared”

He sits on the couch next to her and starts massaging her tired shoulders. His hands are a balm on her fearful soul.

“It’s okay, I’m here for you. I’ll protect you three.”

“I’m worried, for the baby, and for Naruto. I know they’re the same person, but still I worry for them both.”

“I know honey, but think about it this way, if Naruto from the future showed up here, that means the baby will be alright” his warm voice tranquilizes her.

“Still, there’s something off with all this. I mean I do believe him, he’s our son, and I’m oddly happy to have met him. To know that this baby will become such a strong willed shinobi. He’s everything I’ve dreamed our son would be, but this feels weird. He didn’t know who I was. And he makes comments that make me think he hasn’t spent much time with us, Minato”

He knows. He noticed it too, but he didn’t want to say anything about it either.

“Hey, it’s alright.” He planted a kiss on her bare neck “Maybe he didn’t recognize you because you look different in the future. We’ll age, princess. As much as we hate to admit it.” He chuckles kindly, trying to brush off his own concern.

“Yeah I guess. He’s a distracted kid too. Guess whom he got that from?”

Minato laughs gently and encircles his wife’s waist so his hands reach her tummy.

“I’ll take care of my beautiful family. There’s nothing more precious than you. It’s a promise” They fall asleep on the couch, tangled in a loving embrace. Y/N knows her husband’s word is sacred, so she knows she’ll be okay, but there’s a part of her that still feels uneasy.

……

The next day they avoid talking about the topic, and instead, Naruto decides to enjoy the feeling of having his family together until his birth comes up. He helps Y/N do even the most basic tasks, and takes care of her protectively. Minato, Y/N and Naruto fall into a nice, familiar routine for the rest of the week, and Naruto even goes with Minato a couple times to the Hokage office and helps him sort through the day’s work. Time flies by, and he wishes he could stay here longer, but before he knows it, the day before his birth arrives.

He’s alone with his dad in his office, they’re settling everything so they can return to their house where Y/N is waiting for them with a delicious dinner.

“Hey dad, can I talk to you before we go home? There’s something you need to know. I, uh, well I haven’t had the heart to say it in front of mom, but there’s a reason I didn’t recognize her when I came here.”

“We’re going to die, aren’t we?”

Naruto’s stomach shrinks as he wishes he had another answer to that question.

“Yeah”

“I’ve had the feeling, that something might go wrong. That’s why I’ve had Kakashi follow Y/N, taking care of her. The sandaime and I planned the birth, so she’ll be surrounded by security, but I guess there’s no way to avoid it right? I’m just very sorry we don’t get to watch you grow up. Y/N has been very excited since she found out, having a child has lifted her spirits so much.” There’s a deep sadness in his eyes, but he brushes it away, replacing it with a soft chuckle. “But, hey, let’s worry about death later. Now tell me, did you grow up happy? Were your needs covered? Did you have love surrounding you?”

Naruto was taken aback by his dad’s inquiry, he hadn’t expected that he’d care more about his wellbeing than the news he’d just given him. Warmth spread through his chest and a thought crossed his mind I couldn’t have asked for a better family.

“Yeah, you could say my life has been nice, dad. You and mom have nothing to worry about.” His cheeks felt a bit hot “I eat well and I have many friends.”

“Tell me about it kid, I want to hear everything. It seems this may be one of our few chances.” Minato reached out and ruffled his son’s hair.

“Well, where should I start? Oh! I know, this will make you happy. Kakashi is my Sensei. We’ve been on many adventures together. He’s the captain of my team. I’m there with my two best friends, Sakura and Sasuke. Well, things with Sasuke have been rough, and that’s maybe another topic, but he’s the first person who deeply, truly understood me, and I’ve never given up on him. I never will.”

On the way home, Naruto keeps telling him stories about how he grew up, and Minato enjoys every single one of them. When they get there, he acts as if nothing had happened, and Naruto knows, he’s trying to find a way to protect Y/N.

#naruto #naruto fic #naruto imagines #minato #minato namikaze #minato headcanons #minato fluff #minato x reader #minato x y/n #hatakenosharingan

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sirtadcooper · 3 years

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Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear

Fandom: Narcos Category: Gen, Humour, Crack Relationships: Javier Peña & Steve Murphy Characters: Javier Peña, Steve Murphy Word Count: 1,900+ For: @djarsdin and @javierian.

Warnings: Swearing, drug mentions, crack (as in a silly idea) treated far too seriously, period inaccuracies, food, McDonald’s.

Summary: Javier Peña is not having a good day so Steve Murphy brings him a McDonald’s Happy Meal to cheer him up.

Notes: This makes no sense. The Happy Meal menu is from the UK in 2021, the toys are from 2018 and the boys are in the 1980s. But just go with it, for me, pretty please?

This, all of this, was inspired by @djarsdin’s tag “someone get this man a happy meal” under this already dryly funny post by @javierian. This is for both of you. :)

Any Spanish is from Google Translate so please forgive me if it’s wrong.

(One-shot.)

Javier Peña and the Brown-Nosed Bear

Javier is staring blankly down at a page, cigarette hanging loosely from one hand as he cups his chin with the other. The typewritten words are blurring and he’s read the same paragraph countless times now, in limbo, unable to get any further.

A small red box, having evidently just been thrown in his direction, lands with a soft thud right under his nose. Javi jerks back with a start, blurry black and white suddenly replaced with bright red and… yellow? Javi blinks, his tired eyes finally focus — it’s a McDonald’s Happy Meal.

“There,” says Steve, “now cheer the fuck up.”

He sets two soda cups down safely on the desk and throws himself down onto his chair with enough force to send it rolling backwards a few feet. Identical Happy Meal box cradled lovingly on his lap, he rolls the chair forwards with his feet until he’s close enough to his desk again to put his boots up on it.

Looking over, Steve nods meaningfully at Javi’s paperwork.

Javi follows his gaze. “Shit.”

Javi’s half cigarette has been dropping flakes of ash onto his page. He swipes the tiny flakes away with the side of his hand — when only faint grey stains remain on the crisp white paper, he rests the still lit cigarette on the rim of the ashtray and leaves it sitting there, hazy wisps of smoke rising into the air.

“You look like shit,” Steve comments needlessly around a huge bite of a chicken burger.

Javi grimaces, rubbing at his tired eyes. He feels like shit, he doesn’t need to be told, thank you, he wants to say. Instead, he says aloud, “How’d things go with your C.I.?”

Chewing noisily, Steve shrugs. “No shop talk over dinner. I’ll tell you later. Eat up.”

With a pointed look, Javi sets the paperwork aside. Perhaps he will try to finish it again later, perhaps tomorrow, or even better still it may find itself in Steve’s annoyingly sparse inbox.

Opening the red and yellow box, Javi finds a bag of fries and a box of chicken nuggets. He hadn’t realised how hungry he was — as soon as the scent of fried fast food hits his nostrils his mouth starts to water. He glances at the clock — well after four in the afternoon. Last time he had checked it was just before one.

“Oh — almost forgot.” Steve plunges his hand into his jacket pocket. First he places a tiny tub of ketchup on Javi’s side of their desk, then a wad of napkins an inch thick.

“Your kid joining us?” Javi asks, meaning the excessive collection of napkins, but concentrating on pulling the lid off the ketchup dip.

Steve, halfway through his chicken burger already, adopts an enigmatic expression. “I’ve learned to be prepared.”

Javi is absolutely ravenous — the chicken nuggets and fries after almost a day’s unintended fasting are heavenly.

They both eat in companionable silence until—

Crunch!

Javi looks up from his food, takes a moment to register what’s in front of his eyes. “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s a carrot stick.”

“What’s it doing in a kid’s meal?” Javi asks, and then, more to himself, “Why am I eating a kid’s meal?”

“One — it’s healthy. Connie and I are watching what we eat right now and trying to keep in shape.” Javi can think of other ways two married people could keep in shape, but hasn’t the chance to voice his opinion as Steve carries on, “Two — shut up, it’s tasty, ain’t it? And three — I thought it might cheer you up, you’ve been a real downer today.” He doesn’t use a finger to emphasise each point, rather a wiggle of a carrot stick with the end bitten off. Javi decides instantly that he doesn’t like that.

“I’m touched,” he says dryly, dipping a fry in his sauce. He really is touched by the kind thought from his partner, but the kind thought is wrapped in so many layers of hillbilly bullshit that it’s hard to find the words to express that. He leaves his gratitude unsaid, veers the conversation away. “How did you order all this, anyways? Your Spanish isn’t that good.”

Steve appears offended, which Javi knows to mean that he isn’t offended at all. “Hey, I know the words for ‘drug dealer’ and ‘cocaine’ and ‘gun’.”

Javi peers into his red and yellow box — only a plastic bag with something black inside remains. “I don’t see any cocaine in here,” Javi mutters under his breath, deliberately loud enough to be heard.

“These carrot sticks are better than coke, believe me,” Steve says, shoving another piece of carrot into his mouth with a triumphant grin as if that proved it.

Javi shakes his head, sips on his soda. “Lying bastard.”

Steve’s expression gives nothing away.

“I just pointed at what I wanted. Took me a few attempts but I got there in the end. How do you say carrot sticks in Spanish? Just, you know, for future reference.”

“Palo de mierda,” Javi tells him with a straight face, without hesitation.

“What?”

“Palo de mierda,” Javi says again, unrepentant — he holds in a breath, hoping that Steve doesn’t catch on. He needn’t have worried.

Steve repeats it a few times, committing the phrase to memory. Javi stuffs a whole chicken nugget in his mouth before he can laugh.

They lapse into silence again — or as silent as it can be when one of them is crunching on raw carrots.

Chicken burger and carrot sticks finished, Steve wipes mayo off of his moustache with a napkin. A few minutes later when Javi reaches for a napkin from the pile as well, Steve looks very pleased with himself.

Javi starts tidying up, collecting the leftover rubbish from his desk and putting it inside his red box. Only his soda remains to be finished.

“Nice,” Steve says and Javi looks up — he’s got a little stuffed penguin toy in a plastic bag. “My little girl’s gonna love this.”

Javi reaches into his box and pulls out a bag too — it’s a black thing with a brown nose and tummy, some kind of stuffed animal he doesn’t recognise. He turns it over — there’s a card inside.

SLOTH BEAR, it reads.

“Here you go,” Javi says, lifting himself out of his chair to reach across their desk made out of two desks. He holds out the sloth bear in its plastic bag for Steve to take — but Steve doesn’t make a move, just stares at Javi like he’s sprouted an extra head that’s just told him the sky isn’t blue. Catching his look, Javi asks, “What? It’s for your kid.”

“No, no, man, that’s yours,” Steve says, shaking his head along with every ‘no’.

Javi doesn't retreat, just shakes his outstretched hand as if to tempt him — the little bear in the bag jumps up and down and the plastic crinkles noisily with the movement. (Javi hasn’t thought of the Serpent tempting Eve in the Garden of Eden for a long time.)

After a few moments of them staring stubbornly at each other, bear in a bag suspended between them, Javi falls back into his chair with a huff. He looks down at the bear in his hands. “What am I going to do with this?”

Steve rolls his eyes and lifts up his hand, fingers wiggling to beckon Javi — or the bear — to him.

He gets the bear — it flies across the desk and slaps him on the cheek with some force, bouncing off of him and to the ground. Steve bends over in his chair and it rolls back slightly as he strains to reach the bear where it has landed. He straightens, the bear clenched securely in his fist, and fixes Javi with an outraged look. “What the hell?”

Javi takes a drag of his half-finished cigarette, blows out the smoke. “It’s a tiny stuffed animal, Steve, it can’t feel a thing.”

“He’s got a brown nose.”

“He?” Javi mutters to himself, but is talked over.

“He’s got a brown nose, d’you know what that means?” Steve points at the bear’s pale brown muzzle, just in case Javi hasn’t noticed — he has noticed, he just doesn’t see why the hell he should care.

Steve’s expecting an answer — Javi rolls his eyes, feebly attempts, “He — it — has been using a sun bed wrong?”

“No, it means he’s your mascot,” Steve declares with childlike glee.

Javi blinks in the face of Steve’s unaccountable delight. “You’re losing it, Murphy.”

“He is. Think about it — how much brown-nosing do you and me have to do on a weekly basis? It’s a fuckton. I can handle it fine because I am calm and collected and an excellent people person — but you? You look like you’re constipated the whole time — quit flipping me the bird, man, I’m serious here — and the big cheeses know it, Javi, they’ll start taking a real dislike to you. But this bear is an expert, look at him, it’s all over his face. You take inspiration from him and he’ll show you how to brown-nose like the best of them.”

Steve holds out the bear in the bag for Javi to take. The three of them stare at each other — Steve with a look of ridiculous seriousness, Javi with straight-up disbelief, and the bear with the blank expression of the fucking inanimate.

“Kiss my ass,” Javi says, and in one swift and graceful movement he’s out of his chair and heading for the restroom. His knees protest after sitting for most of the day but he’s not fucking stopping. He has to get away from this maniac. “I’m going for a piss,” he throws over his shoulder as he disappears into the corridor.

When he returns several minutes later Steve is gone — but the brown-nosed bear is unwrapped from its plastic bag and nestled in between his outbox and his pen pot.

Javi sighs, but the bear stays.

TWO DAYS LATER

“Ambassador Noonan wants to see us about my C.I.,” Steve tells Javi, almost apologetic, as he puts the phone back on the hook.

“Both of us? Great,” Javi says, the final word sounding chipper but dripping with sarcasm.

They both head for their desks, collecting I.D. badges from drawers and putting their coats on. Steve fiddles with his hair — which makes very little difference, Javi thinks — and picks up his car keys. “I’ll drive,” he says, and goes on ahead.

The brown-nosed bear catches Javi’s eye as he turns to leave. He pauses despite himself, mutters, “Fuck it.”

He puts the bear in his pocket and follows Steve out of the building.

In the meeting, every time Noonan says something that will needlessly halt their progress in catching Escobar, Javi squeezes the bear hidden in his pocket and tries to look less ‘constipated’, as Steve succinctly put it.

Steve’s C.I. will get them a small step closer to Escobar but a small step is better than none at all. Noonan is pleased, grants them some extra funds and manpower to follow the C.I.’s lead. In all, the meeting goes much better than usual — they leave with more than they arrived with.

Javi and Steve are descending the stairs to the underground parking lot together when Javi says, “Palo de zanahoria.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Palo de zanahoria. Carrot sticks. In Spanish.”

#narcos #javier peña #javier pena #steve murphy #narcos netflix #mcdonalds #djarsdin #userjoanne #javierian #*mine #*fanfic #javierian we have never interacted i don't think but please accept this crackfic for you <3 #i'll hopefully post this to my ao3 too

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commorsicoclub · 4 years

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The Stranger

VORE ONESHOT.

Story trade with KeeperofLillies over at Eka’s portal based on this prompt by @vorishprompts.

The street light above flickered and buzzed before dying out just as the large stranger passed beneath it. His feet clacked against the pavement, sounding far too loud in the empty street, so he made his way to softer grass to muffle his movements. It was the space of time when one day bled into the next and the walls of worlds weakened and bent and sometimes broke all together. The city slept, blissfully unaware and unconcerned with the makings and machinations of the night dwellers. With the striking of a far off church bell, it began.

It was hunting hour.

Dark shapes all throughout the fog coated city would make their way through the streets and alleys and drives, seeking the sinful, the lost, and the vulnerable souls upon which to lay their predations. Every so often, sensitive ears could make out the quick scuffling and short lived cries of panic. And should one have even greater hearing still, perhaps the satisfied growls of a satiated stomach. The dark stranger had made use of the dying street lamps as he searched through the stretch of the neighborhood where the only light came from a neon sign in the window of a gas station now closed.

He found them easily enough, sleeping under a makeshift home of pallets and cardboard. Though the strangers had first pegged them as a common vagrant, he was pleasantly surprised to be in the wrong. He had meant to make it a quick grab and gulp, but when the wriggling body entered his mouth, he knew this was no vagabond he had come upon. They were soft and well fed, plump in the most pleasing of ways. He found himself spending a little too much time lavishing his tongue’s eager attentions upon their creamy belly and the sound of a screen door shutting forced him to leave the scene, still with his writhing meal dangling from his lips. Their cries of terror were well muffled by the confines of his throat, but should he be spotted, he would need to quickly make room for another and he was not sure his belly could accommodate a second helping. No, the plump little squirmer would do very nicely for him tonight. He found a black corner beside the park to sit and finish his unexpected treat. The will had left them by then or perhaps they had fainted. He could not help but feel disappointed, but consoled himself by gulping down the remainder of their small body. With a single final swallow, his meal slipped down through him and into his belly which welcomed the little meal with a loud enthusiastic groan. He leaned back against the brick wall and breathed a deep sigh of contentment. Delicious contentment. He rubbed slow easy circles around the bulge they made, a pleasing weight in his middle.

He could still taste them and delightfully recalled the feeling of his tongue pressing into their soft tummy and smooth younger flesh as he had tasted them and it made him want them all over again. A fascinating flavor he had never had before and he spent some time on it, mulling it about to try and pick out why it had been so tasty. It was then that his ears piqued at the sound of soft sobbing and it took him only a moment to realize it was coming from his belly.

“Why do you cry, little one?” he asked them, softly rubbing where he estimated their little head to be. He normally did not speak to his dinner, but tonight felt...different. Their was something about their taste...

“Why do you think?!” came the incredulous and angry reply, accompanied by a swift kick. He could not help the amused smile that tugged at his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun indeed.

“Did I interrupt your sleep?” he asked innocently. “I do apologize. You just looked so scrumptious laying there and I simply could not resist myself. And it is rather cold tonight, I thought you would much prefer to be warm and..heh inside.”

“You freaking ate me!”

“You can understand why, surely?” he asked. “You know the stories do you not? About us creatures who lay in wait for the dark hour to begin and to scour the land in search of those on whom we may feast. Surely your mother taught you never to be out so late. There are monsters about, after all.”

Another sob and another kick, but there was no real heart in it.

“Please, let me die in peace.”

His lips pulled back into an amused grin “Die?”

“Yeah!” shouted the morsel, a sudden renewal in their squirms. “Y’know, stomach acid? Lack of oxygen? Why aren’t I dead and why are you still talking to me?”

“It is true, I do not normally indulge my food in this way,” he admitted and eased himself onto his feet, the weight of them inside his stomach pulling down the dome of his gut. “But you are new to the streets are you not? You did not taste like one of those thrown away by society or who have degraded themselves beyond salvation. You taste...loved.”

“...what?”

He turned into the park, making sure to stay near the taller of the trees so as to be more easily hidden.

“You taste of someone who knows the comforts of a good home and loving family.”

“Bullshit! You can’t taste all that -!”

He jumped over the small stream, jostling his little passenger and eliciting more wiggles and cries of protest, but he continued speaking. “...of someone who wants for nothing and yet still demands more. Selfish and self indulgent. Self righteous in your offense that you would throw all the good and love away for spite. To hurt those who love you.”

“You don’t know anything about me!” He allowed them a moment to kick about before stopping just under the cover a copse of trees and placing both hands on his belly. He pressed in slightly to make his presence know even more.

“But then also...I taste a deep despair in you.”

“...” Though they were silent, he felt them shift about.

“You’ve been touched by death.” The sob that answered him was all he needed to know and he continued on with his walk.

“Please...just let me die...”

“No yet,” he told them. “Your sins are far too terrible for me to let you off by simply digesting you. No, little one. I have plans for you yet.” By the time he had reached the place where he knew he needed to be, his dinner had fallen asleep. A fretful one by the feel of them twitching every so often. A strange sensation, he mused.

The townhouse was dark save for a single window on the second story. A woman peered out into the misty night, here eyes sad and seeking. After a while, she moved away from the window and the light shut off.

“You have been missed, little one.”

The dark stranger kept to the shadows and made his way to the back of the home where the street lamps would not give him away. He looked into each window until he found the one he sought. A young person’s room filled with sparse remnants of a happy childhood that had begun to creep into the turbulent years of young adulthood. On the dresser near the door, the dark stranger spotted a framed photo of an older smiling man and a young woman. He recognized his little morsel’s face in the photo and beside it lay a funerary “In Memory of...” pamphlet bearing the man’s face.

“A deep wound,” he mused to his belly. “A deep wound indeed.”

As gently as he could manage, he pulled the sleeping girl out from inside him. She was older now than in the photo, but it was her none the less. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and he pitied her.

He eased open the window and deftly as he ever might, he slipped her into her bed. She sank into the mattress and just as he closed the window back into place, he heard her speak a single word.

“...Daddy?”

“No, little one,” he whispered back as his body melted back into the dark. “I am not.”

And with that, he took his leave of the brightly lit streets and returned to the dark other side of town where he was better suited. What an odd night this turned out to be, he thought to himself and he then heaved a great sighed. He would not have enough time left of the hunting hour to procure a more...permanent tenant for his belly. Though he could still smell plenty of sin on the wind and it made his mouth water, he knew he would simply have to go hungry for tonight. But knowing the young woman was back where she belonged somehow made the emptiness inside his stomach a little more tolerable.

#soft vore #monster #tongue play #mouth play #teasing #belly bulge #belly rubs #in which the monster teaches a lesson...with his belly #hurt and comfort #angsty teenagers #pain #loss #safe vore

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sabine-leo · 5 years

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A smile to remember-Chapter31

Author: @sabine-leo

Chapter: 31 /?

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Romance, SMUT

Note: I only got back home from London yesterday, but i seem to be inspired after meeting Tom! I do hope you excuse the wait and have fun with chapter 31!!

Tom and you wanted to drop Dylan off at Sarah´s house, but Sarah insisted that the both of you should stay for dinner. She laughed as she saw Toms face and nudged her brother.

“This will take probably 2 hours of your time, why are you looking like you were just invited to an opening of Parliament?” Tom chuckled and looked into Sarah´s eyes.

“I´d actually like to see an opening of Parliament, but your reference was a good one…”

Sarah rolled her eyes but knew why he wanted to leave directly; she had been freshly in love too a while ago. “2 hours…” she pointed at Tom. “…after those you can ravish your woman as long as you like!” Tom grinned and made puppy eyes afterwards “But you will cook my favourite?! Pleeeeaaasseee” He grinned boyish.

Sarah sighed “Stop that or I will make you wear a bib!”

“Who has to wear a bib?” You asked coming back into the kitchen with Dylan. He had shown you something in his room. Sarah grinned “Tom, if he keeps looking at me with those sad puppy eyes!”

Tom laughed and took you into his arms.

“Sarah wants us to stay for dinner…if that’s ok with you darling!”

You cuddled up to him and nodded. “If it´s not too much trouble, why not…but only if I can help prep the food!” You smiled up to the handsome man who kept you close.

“See, your girl has decent manners!” Sarah teased.

Tom grinned and stole a kiss from your smiling lips.

“I usually do have them too, but I am beginning to wonder if she still loves me as much as I love her…” Sarah laughed and threw you a look that was telling WHY he had said that.

“Oh Hiddleston!” you sighed dramatically. “I do love you, very much! But I am able to control my hormones for 2 more hours!” Tom started to laugh and bend down a little to whisper in your ear.

“I will make you loose control later then….”

Shivering you pinched his behind. “Don´t make me all needy with words!” You whispered back.

“For heavens sake, you two!” Sarah blurted out and pointed her finger at Tom.

“You go play with your nephew! And you…” she now pointed at you. “…start chopping!”

Tom chuckled and stole a kiss from your grinning lips and nudged your behind. “2 hours!” He said deadly low to his sister and went into Dylan’s room. Sarah rolled her eyes but winked at you before she handed you some things to help her prep dinner. Soon there was a whole train track going from Dylan’s room to the living room and Tom and Dylan followed the train on all fours. Well, Tom was crawling on all fours while Dylan sat on his back, giving directions.

Sarah saw your smile as you watched the boys play and softly chuckled to herself.

“You do love him…” She said quietly while getting the table ready.

“Of course, I do!” You said and looked at her.

“No, I mean you LOVE him…as in marry him and grow old together kind of love. That look is no teenage love look, or let´s see how long you will interest me look.”

Blushing you took the napkins out of her hands and went to the table.

Sarah grinned and followed you. “(Y/N), I am so happy you look at him that way…I have never seen him so content…and for the record…he looks at you the same way!”

Your eyes darted up into Sarah´s and she laughed softly. “You were made for each other. Believe me… but now let´s get the dinner on the table. My brother gave me a time limit on how long he can keep it in his pants!” You burst out laughing and folded the last napkin.

Tom peeked around the corner with Dylan still on his back.

“What´s so funny?!” Dylan asked and Tom looked at Sarah. “Yes, what he said!”

Sarah just grinned and looked at her son. “Tell your horse to ride you into the bathroom! And make him wash his hoofs too!”

Dinner was fun and very tasty. Tom and Dylan stuffed their tummies, Dylan plopped open the button of his jeans and leaned back on his chair. “Dylan?!” Sarah asked and pointed at his open fly.

“Daddy does it too!” Was the answer that made Tom burst out in laughter while Sarah and you had a hard time keeping a straight face. You cracked as Tom looked at you and Sarah cracked as Dylan had the most adorable grin on his face because everybody was having so much fun.

You helped Sarah clean up while Tom read Dylan a story and got him ready for bed. After saying your goodbyes Tom walked you back to his car and pressed you against the closed door.

“My place or yours?” he asked and kissed you thoroughly before allowing you to even give an answer to his question. “You choose!” you gasped breathless and got a chuckle from him for your efforts.

“Ok, my place then…it is closer!” He opened the door and let you get in.

On the drive back Tom looked as if he was deep in thought but before you could ask, he parked his car in his garage and had you in his arms seconds later. “Time´s up!” He said low and rumbling as he pressed you against the hood of his car and started to kiss you like he needed to brand you as his.

“Oh?” You asked. “already tired of me? You could have dropped me off at my place then…”

Tom grinned and fumbled with the buttons of your pants.

“Tease me some more and you´ll see where that gets you!”

His lips silenced yours as you attempted to say something but you forgot it very quickly anyway because Tom scrambled your brain with his hot kiss and roaming hands.

Your fingers opened his belt as his tongue twirled itself around yours in an open mouthed, hot kiss.

“Inside?” you gasped but Tom chuckled low and shook his head, turning you around to brace yourself on his car. “Tom!” You gasped but he already had pulled your pants down and grabbed your hips.

“Are you ready for me love?” He asked and positioned himself.

“Yes…” You said very much aroused.

That was all Tom needed as he took you on another kind of ride in his garage.

His thrusts were deep and needy, his hands held your hips before one entwined itself above yours on the doorframe of the car. In the reflection of the car window you saw his face in a lustful state. His eyes were closed and his lips parted as he drove himself another time deep into your hot core.

Oh god, you´d would lose it any second now. As if Tom felt it, he circled his hips as he retreated and pushed in again. A cry left your lips and you rested your head against the cold window. Toms rumbling moan followed right after as you felt him spill his lust deep inside you.

Slowly he circled his hips one more time but stopped with a gasp. “Blimey!” he gasped and chuckled a little as you started as well. “Hormones, huh?!” you teased and looked over your shoulder.

Tom grinned boyish. “Can´t help it, I know I am quite a bit older than a teenager but my hormones didn´t get the memo it seems!” Laughing with him you let him retreat, turn and kiss you lovingly.

“Do I have to say sorry for my ambush?” He asked with a lovely smile.

“I won´t let you ambush me again if you do!” You said and got a chuckle out of him.

“Have I told you lately that I love you!” Tom asked softly.

“Yes, but please don´t ever stop telling me!”

An hour later, after a shower and now all cuddled up on Toms sofa, he kissed your hair and absently played with your entwined fingers.

“Tom?” you asked and looked up. “What is on that beautiful mind of yours?”

Toms blue eyes found yours. “Thinking about something…” He quietly said and tugged you closer.

“Care to share?”

Tom wet his lips before stealing a kiss. “Yes…” But didn´t elaborate.

You gave him some more time, because you could see that his mind was still working on something.

A minute later Tom turned his full, blazing attention onto you.

“Darling, I do have a question for you….”

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ithinkthereforiamfandom · 5 years

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Domestic Trouble

(With the gracious permission of @colourfulwatson [off her prompt below] and because @theconsultinglinguist table slammed, with the proof reading help of @underestimatemethatwillbefun. I present as much domestic fluff as I could fit into 2K. The song is Take Me to Church by Hozier[lyrics adjusted to male for romantic reasons] It's been stuck in my head for days so I decided to give it to our gents)

[Sherlock and John alone in the flat, relaxing, talking, reading, drinking tea. John doesn’t have to go to work, Sherlock just finished solving a case. They are sitting in front of each other on their chairs, they are both just… happy. Colourfulwatson]

Sherlock loved to watch his John cook; Captain Watson cooked too but only solid utilitarian meals and only when Sherlock had bickered about eating, his John though, John cooked with care and love. Sherlock used to have to pretend to be on his phone while he watched John but his carefully chosen titanium ring now gleamed on John’s finger and they had drunkenly agreed on their honeymoon that husbands had Ogling rights and were permitted to stare in an appreciative or even salacious manner in appropriate company. Fortunately for Sherlock he was his own best company for the salacious appreciation of John Watson-Holmes and John really truly did enjoy being appreciated, so he was busy chuckling to himself over the appreciation they had enjoyed on the stairs last night when a dishcloth flopped onto his grinning face.

“Yes, it was a spectacular shag. You’ve been staring at the stairs for the last two minutes, come here and help me instead.” Huffing a sigh Sherlock twirled the cloth as he entered the kitchen and flicked it playfully at John’s bum. John dodged neatly as he had become well used to his husband's boarding school antics since they got together and nodded at a few onions he was planning on prepping last.

“They’re not going to dice themselves I suppose, pity” Sherlock swapped his dish cloth for the longer of the aprons on the door and got a stinging smack on his own bum as he was reaching over the counter for a knife. John’s hand settled possessively on impact warmed skin and he gave that delectable bum a squeeze before returning to seasoning the lamb. One Point to John but Sherlock recovered quite well as he diced and after he slid the onion into the pot he pressed himself against John as John was browning the meat, smearing kisses and sucking quietly at the pulse in his throat. “If dinner gets burned it’s your own fault" John groaned so Sherlock wrapped his long fingers around John’s left hand to help him turn the lamb shanks, pressing kisses to John’s ears and temples instead. Broth, wine, and a medley of veggies found its way into the pot by some miracle and John made mash potatoes while Sherlock pecked kisses onto bits of John he felt needed attention, like his responsive neck, his broad shoulders, and his scar.

Sherlock had made a habit of worshiping John’s scar because he loathed that John felt self-conscious about it. Sherlock hated what it had cost John but loves it because it brought John to him, so he adores it whenever it makes an appearance in the flat; or in an A&E, or the fitting rooms at his tailors, swimming pools, beaches while on holiday… You get the point, not that he loves the rest of John any less, of course.

Dinner was served at their desk which Sherlock cleared and set after John chased him out of the kitchen claiming one last kiss from his beloved distraction. The candle got lit with a quiet smile and Sherlock stood aside to show his efforts to John as he plated their meals. “Lovely" John smiled at the mismatched place settings, “Lovely" John kissed his lovely partner before setting down the plates and himself. “Lovely” Sherlock returned as he savoured the aromas of merlot and garlic under his nose. “Lovely" “Lovely” “Lovely” the volley had them dissolving into giggles as they started to eat.

…

“Nope" A long arm insistently claimed John’s hips as they shifted off the bed the next morning. “Loo" The arm unlatched itself retreating under the covers. “Mine" A deep voice rumbled back as he made his way to do the necessary upon returning he deposited an extra blanket on the pile and let himself be wrapped up by those insistent limbs. “All yours” John whispered into dark curls and Sherlock almost purred. John is not working today and Sherlock has just closed a lucrative private case so they silently decided to spend the day in bed but a protest roused them just after 11am. John's tummy was missing the usually timely breakfast it enjoyed and was subsequently making some demands known. “Speedys” Sherlock mumbled while his own belly rallied to Johns’ cries and one arm claimed John, this time before he could even shift in the bed, while the other hand texted. John’s voice was protesting now.

“We can’t just stay in bed Lovely, we need to collect" But Sherlock was rummaging through his bedside table and slapped a few pounds down before reclaiming his husband. “Delivery to the bedroom. You utterly wonderful nutter!" One Point to Sherlock and sure enough about 15 minutes and a fair bit of snogging later Speedys senior waiter popped into their bedroom over Mrs Hudson's scolding, dropped a few boxes and collected a large tip before setting a quick pace back downstairs. Grinning at his lunatic husband as Sherlock unpacked a truly enormous order John had to agree with their landlady, it wasn’t decent at all but a good English fry up didn’t need decency it just needed… “Tea for you John" and a hot polystyrene cup was pressed to his hands, English breakfast. Perfect. “You are perfect you madman, just perfect" John announced tucking in.

Breakfast had been followed by more sleep though John’s teeshirt had mysteriously vanished when Sherlock had pulled it off him and chucked it randomly under the bed. No protest woke them this time; simple science has proven that two bodies will move closer together. “Gravitation pull” Sherlock claimed grinning as he tucked himself more tightly around his John. “That only applies to planets ‘Lock." “You are my whole world.” John was grinning like an idiot but he didn’t care, they had been through enough to allow idiotic grins as he traced the fading network of scars on his husband’s back, reminding himself to kiss each and everyone in reply to Sherlock’s decadent attention to his shoulder yesterday.

After a few hours of sloth and snogging Sherlock claimed the shower while John went to toss the take away containers and make more tea. He was heading back to the bedroom with two steaming mugs when a steaming, pink, warm, and utter delicious Sherlock emerged into the passage to give him an enticing show on route into the bedroom, John decided his delicious man needed a delicious meal for the evening… Just for being so very delicious of course. “Dinner?” was met with a still nude “In bed?” and John smiled. “No, out. I want to show off tonight, a nice restaurant with stunning food where the most delicious thing there will be you” John loved to exaggerate and Sherlock would have protested but gentle kisses were being littered over his scarred back and he leaned into his husband with a sigh. “Dinner, yes but I’ll be the envied one, I have you".

Sherlock had been working on his blog in bed that afternoon when a smooth tenor tickled his ear from the bathroom.

“My lover's got humour.

He's the giggle at a funeral.

Knows everybody's disapproval.

I should've worshipped him sooner. “

If John was singing tonight would definitely be a good evening so Sherlock finished up with his blog and snagging the Strad from the lounge, settled in the passage to play along with John.

“My church offers no absolutes,

He tells me, "Worship in the bedroom."

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you.”

John was singing to himself when a violin caught his attention, the Strad! His mad husband was in the passage accompanying his impromptu solo, finishing up quickly he shut down the water and opened the door. Yes, there was a dressing-gowned but otherwise naked Sherlock swaying his way through the melody of the chorus. He led them to the lounge and John followed his pied piper without a thought to wet floors or anything else really, the music wound to a close with the chorus and a panther purred in his ear

“If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight.

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice.

Drain the whole sea,

Get something shiny.

Something meaty for the main course

That's a fine-looking high horse.

What you got in the stable?

We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty.

That looks plenty.

This is hungry work.”

His lover's voice ran like velvet down his spine and John felt his toes curling as Sherlock linked their hands and pulled him into the lazy circles of a dance, naked in the living room. John was grateful for curtains, locks, and the beautiful mad crazy amazing man in his arms. “Starving" He breathed into Sherlock’s ear as his song wound down. “Clothes” Sherlock quipped and they both burst out laughing before Mrs Hudson called a greeting which sent them dashing back to the room.

Sherlock was watching John watch him dress when an idea came to his mind, reaching into the back of his cupboard he pulled out the satin jacket he had worn at Christmas and changed out his white shirt for a charcoal one of a slightly higher silk blend.

“You’re going to be a handful tonight aren't you?” John almost protested but he was smiling, his lovely Sherlock, the little shit knew how much John loved that jacket. He'd barely been able to behave himself over the Christmas party and they hadn’t even made it to the bedroom when they got home.

Sherlock was basking in the heat of John’s gaze as those clever surgeon's hands smoothed his lapels before sliding around his waist to, once again, settle possessively on his bum. John started as the taxi buzzed Sherlock’s phone and his happily groping hand. “We should definitely leave now ‘Lockie or we won’t get out of this room.” John groaned into his lover's silken chest. “Having Dinner first are we?” Sherlock was still grinning as John towed him to the taxi and he was grateful John Watson was a smaller man or he would have just hoisted “Trouble!” over his shoulder, maybe he still would.

…

Dinner had been great; Sherlock had turned heads, naturally being the beautiful man that he was and John had enjoyed smirking at the women and men that Sherlock pointed out as staring at him for a bit too long, but now they were both happy to be back in their bed. Sherlock had pouted at loosing three buttons off his new favourite shirt but he could sew, John could sew, and John could in fact hoist his Trouble over his shoulder so he didn’t particularly care about buttons as he settled into those wonderfully strong arms to sleep, John went back to boring work tomorrow morning and Sherlock would not let go until then.

John held on tightly to his Trouble, it was the perfect name for Sherlock really and John loved him even more for that, trouble was perfect for him. He went back to work tomorrow and would have borrow a scarf for a few days until things faded. The day had been flawless and he pressed a kiss into the dark curls nestled under his chin. Sherlock’s grip would likely leave more bruises but John was fine with that. He was happy to have mementos of this day because it wasn’t often he got a day like this; with just his Sherlock, no work, or cases, or national emergencies to make him share his lover with the outside world.

John knew that everyone considered Sherlock the jealous one but people really did not observe. The man in his arms had saved his life, died for him, killed for him. He knew he was possessive of Sherlock and it was probably a bit not good but he didn’t care. They had each other and that was all that matter.

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chubinecco · 6 years

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Cheat Day, August

Okay, so, quick preface on this one, since it’s the first time I’m doing this. About a year ago, I decided I wanted to lose some weight. (Number of health related reasons for this, but also, I wanted to better see a bigger difference when I stuffed. Big -> Real Big is all well and good, but tiny -> pretty big is like *melts*)

Went well for a couple months, but I REALLY missed stuffing myself, started having trouble staying on the diet from day to day kinda thing. That’s when I decided I should get a cheat day.

Now, to prevent myself from deciding every day is cheat day, I pick a specific day a couple months in advance that I think I’m likely to eat a lot usually it’s some kind of holiday or event.

August’s cheat day was the 24th (with some spill over to the 25th because I was at my friend’s wedding, but this is just about the 24th).

I started the day with a BIG ol’ bowl of pasta with ham and cheese and spices stirred into it, four slices of bacon, two eggs and a NICE big glass of water. By the time I was finished, I was feeling pleasantly full, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

This is when my day went a little sideways XD Some kerfuffles with my prescription (adhd) and packing and everything else, I didn’t get on the road quite on time, and was in a bit of a hurry, I didn’t get to eat ANYTHING else u.u BUT I’d promised myself I was gonna get my tummy good and stuffed, so around about 2, I was making good time, and I asked my phone/GPS to find me a taco bell along my way :3 I ordered myself one of those twelve taco boxes, stopped in the parking lot real quick and downed two of them right away because they’re just SO tasty; but also salty, and I forgot to get myself anything to drink. whups.

I didn’t want to get behind, so I unwrapped my third taco, and got back on the road. Some stop and go traffic, I unwrapped another taco any chance I got and few more miles down the road I’m starting to feel it. Kinda full, nice tightness high in my belly, but not too heavy. Wishing I had something to drink, but it’s okay, I had a REALLY big glass at breakfast, and my car’s got AC, so I’m not dehydrated, just wish I had something to help it along.

I managed another taco and got my first cramp. Not a big one just sort of my tummy goin’ “Hey, Chubs, what’re you doin’ up there?” Felt so good, gave myself a bit of a rub and rest as I was driving along and wondered, “how many tacos have I had?” I managed to reach into the box next to me and get all the empty wrappers together and counted them.

Seven Tacos.

I’d had seven tacos, just over half the box. And I was feeling SO good. Full, achey, but also just... Let’s just say, even if I hadn’t been in the car, I would’ve been driving stick at this point.

But I’ve got just shy of half the box to go. The next two tacos, I took my time. Slowed down a little bit, but they were kinda cooler by now, and I was driving at speed on the highway, and holding half a taco in your hand while driving isn’t exactly easy, so few times I had to like... two bites, then kinda work the whole rest of the taco into my mouth like peeling a banana with my lips and barely getting to chew before I swallowed. Kinda a weird experience, but also kind of AMAZING to have that much food in my mouth at once, I could really feel the last swallow of each taco I ate this way as it went down my throat.

Because of this, I got a bit burpy; REALLY wished I had that water, but oh well. Rubbing my tummy gently, shifting in my seat. I could feel the wheel of the car was closer to me than it was when I started driving. I kinda almost wanted to push my seat back, but that’s silly, I’m at the perfect height for my mirrors, and my feet reach the pedals and just.. I’ll be fine.

But oh BOY I was feeling it. My stomach felt SO big. Bloaty and full and just... packed. Nine tacos so far. I glanced over at the box and was like, “I can do one more. At least one more will give me a nice, ten tacos.”

I grabbed my tenth taco, unwrapped it like a pro and chowed down. FUCK it felt good. Hurt a bit too, and I wondered if I could actually make it through the last two. I didn’t want to bother carrying the box on the train with me, and I DEFINITELY didn’t want to leave two tacos in the car. I thought about trying to give the last two away, because I was SO stuffed, but it’s two tacos, and that could go SO awkward...

I checked my phone, and I had just shy of an hour left until I got to the train station. One hour, two tacos, one SUPER full belly that was really intent on informing me just how much I had eaten. I could do this.

I drove along a while, kinda idly fiddling with the box next to me, thinking about how full I was, how much I’d waited, could I have my next taco yet? I felt pretty good... Distracting myself listening to podfic. Fic was getting to a “Good Part,” and I was feeling really Good too, and I decided, “Just one more. I can handle one more.”

Eleven tacos down. Just one more to go. “This feels SO good. It’s been TOO LONG since I’ve had a cheat day on my own, no event or people to get weird about how much I’m eating just because I can, but DAMN I wish I could share this with someone who Gets It...”

My belly was full, I was feeling almost floaty and warm and good. I could feel my belt digging in, but only a little. More belly rubs, more driving, It’d only been maybe ten minutes since my eleventh taco, but I was SO close to the end. So close to an even dozen, and it felt SO good.

I grabbed my last taco, unwrapped it. Bite and chew, bite and chew. Every swallow felt AMAZING. By the end of it, I was kinda disappointed it was over, but also SO FULL it was a relief to know I had Done It. I ate a dozen tacos on top of an ENORMOUS breakfast, and the day was only half finished...

I made it to the train station with PERFECT timing, found I’d parked on the far side of the building from the tickets, no big deal, I could do with a bit of walking, my knees felt a bit stiff after all that driving. I got my tickets, then had to RUN across the concourse to get all the way back to track 2. Turns out I had more time than I thought I did, and running on a FULL full stomach is oof, but whatever. I got in my seat and felt SO squirmy. Tummy was Not Happy with me for that one. Not queasy or anything just like, Very Fucking Aware of just how Full I was, and also that I kinda needed to pee, but... no time, and didn’t really want to get up once I’d sat down...

One ninety-minute train ride of reading and thinking about my tummy later, I arrived in New York a bit later than intended, but none the worse for wear, and I get to walk about half a mile to get to where I’m staying for the weekend. I could have taken the metro, but it really wasn’t that bad, and I really didn’t feel like dealing with fare, so walking it was.

Some travel and other things, I made it to the tail end of my friend’s rehearsal dinner. From here, because of the other people around, I was more focused on socializing than my own greedy belly, so I didn’t get to revel in how stuffed I was nearly as much, but it kinda also meant I was distracted enough I probably put more in there than I would have otherwise been able to get through.

There were a number of casseroles out, and I was promptly handed a big ol’ jug of Coconut Pitorro.

Few things to know, 1) Pitorro is basically, Peurto Rican Moonshine 2) I am EXTREMELY lightweight XP

I didn’t have much, but it does NOT take much for me, even on a VERY full stomach XD I made a point of trying a couple bites of all the different dishes (there were like five of them) and also rehydrating in addition to having this DELICIOUS nectar of the gods that was mixed so strongly it made even the hardier drinkers shake their heads a bit XD

So, in the range of about twenty minutes, I’ve met about a dozen new people, forgotten about a dozen new names, inhaled three glasses of water, another modest plate of food and a shot and a half of what’s basically straight Rum.

I felt AMAZING. I didn’t think I COULD feel better than I did when I got on the train but BOY was I wrong.

That’s when they informed me the party was moving. I was just like “lol, you want me to stand up? uhh... Good luck with that...” but I was still mostly sober yet, and between the lot of us, we all managed to get outside and into a handful of Ubers and on our way to the next destination.

My car was the first one there, so we grabbed a table, I had another cup of water, slowly nursing it and waiting for the rest of the troupe to show up.

I was... a bit less interested in putting anything much more into my stomach at this point, but it’s a wedding, It’d be rude to just sit and drink water while everyone else drank beer. Thing is... I just... don’t like beer. This was a local place, and I could tell it was REALLY GOOD beer, but just... not my thing. I managed to nurse about half a beer and a couple cups of water (They were small cups) while we were there, chatting with new friends and old. It was a good time, even if I was feeling a little meh.

After a couple hours, we moved to the next place. I was feeling a bit less meh, had managed to pace myself pretty well, though I was still pretty giggly and tipsy. and they informed me gleefully that the next place had more Pitorro!! Mixed drinks with new varieties of Pitorro!! :3

I had one of those, tried a sip out my friend’s drink, all of them tasted SO GOOD. and I was SO gone XD tummy was still FULL, but I was just WAY too happy and bubbly to care, and I had PLENTY of people to chat with and grin with and just it was a GOOD time ^.^

After that, a few of us headed up to the bride and groom’s house. Hung out, lazed about with bride’s dog, who hadn’t seen me in about a year and a half and practically LAUNCHED herself over the back of the couch to come greet me, she was SO HAPPY to see her Uncle ‘Chubs.’

Around 11, the bride handed me a glass of Jungle Juice and asked my opinion. Bride has a tendency to mix things STRONG XD. But DAMNED if it wasn’t tasty XP

That was the last thing I had for that cheat day, but even the next morning I was feeling it. Didn’t get around to getting up and having breakfast until almost 10am XP (which was a philly cheese steak with all the works from the place on the corner XP) But DAMN was it a good time.

Cheat Day totals

Large bowl of pasta with cheese, sour cream, ham chunks

Four slices of bacon

two eggs

TWELVE tacos

five sampler-servings of Hispanic home cooking

1/2 a beer

~5 shots of Pitorro

~6-8 cups of water

one glass of “jungle juice”

#chubinecco cheats #Not certain about that tag. but for now. since don't want to confuse the people who regularly use the ''cheat day'' tag...#chubinecco talks #stuffing #If you guys are interested. I'm thinking about doing this every month from now on 8D #PS this is fairly stream of consciousness style. and not very edited XP just a forewarn

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sassysweetcollegegirls · 6 years

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Lord Forgive me for what I’m about to do:

Everyone who hasn’t seen this image ; here it is and forgive me but as I was standing at my register today.... it hit me and I can’t hold it in. Heaven help me for the hell I am about to unleash for the shit that I am about to fucking do because....

Bobs back and the whole cast of Voltron and some old faces and some of the new ones

The Bachelor AU is here ;

The tv turns on and the family sitting on the couch huddled together the father grumps sticking his hand in some type of goo,” Why the hell are we we watching this Helen?”

“ it’s for Kelly Henri.” Helen the woman on the end snipes her blond hair bouncing as she soothes a few strands in the blanket.

The T.V. Wide pans to a wide shot of earth there’s this terrible cheesy song and everyone watches as Bob blips onto screen.

“WELCOME EVERYONE TO BACHELOR NATION! Tonight is the night Keith Kogane begins the search for the Greatest teammate in his life the one whose gunna sit next to him after the fights all over and share that little shack in the middle of BUTT NOWHERE!!!” Bob’s chair floats around a graceful and pretty landscape of flowers a wide open glass mansion brimming with romantic candles sits behind him.

“So let’s meet this man of Mystery and Intrigue and find out what he wants in a teammate shall we?” bob winks his green skin seeming odd in the earthly landscapes.

Keith stands dressed in a red suit kosmo laying at his feet. Keith keeps touching the pockets of his coat like they are going to disappear if he doesn’t stop touching them. Bob floats over and looks at Keith expectantly,” Keith! Tell us what you look for in the ultimate teammate!!!” Bob’s face is to eager Keith looks at him confused

“What do you mean?”

“Well aren’t you here to find love and that person whose gunna sit down in that shack in BUTT NOWHERE after this is all over.” Bobs excitedly floating upsidedown

“Yes, but it’s not like I’ve got a lot of time to be meeting new people.” Keith runs his hand worried through his mullet and looks at Bob shyly Kosmo hrumphs in a matter of fact way.

“Well that’s why we have assembled a cast of characters you know! We think one of these lucky people could be your teammate Keith!!”

Keith stared at Bob confused,” how am I supposed to know that?”

“Well first your going to meet all 28-“

“ THERES 28 OF THEM?!?” Keith’s voice is slightly panicked

Bob chuckles,” Kid did you like ever watch this show?”

Keith blushes and shakes his head. Bob floats for a second and pats the top of Keith’s head once “I picked a virgin for this one I shoulda picked the dumb one. So basically you go on dates, talk give kisses and have conversations. Try to... connect and then every week you send one or two individuals home.”

Keith nods,” I just want someone who is gunna love me...” his voice is quiet but the microphone still picks up the line and Bob looks at him blankly.

“ Lets meet our contestants alright?”

Keith stands with Kosmo seated calmly at his feat arms crossed as a limo pulls up. The door opens and Shiro steps out. He’s dressed in a beautiful star blue gown and Keith has to blink because for one he’s in a dress and for two he’s stunning. The dress is hugging his shoulders and the sleeves are long (aside from the one that’s not on his prosthetic floating arm) and there’s a slit at the thigh and Shiro just seems to glitter.

“You look so pleased to see me Keith.” Shiro smiles and Keith has to soften and uncross his arms as Shiro steps forward to hug him.

“I’m so confused.” He confesses as Shiro touches his cheek softly.

“ I can imagine I mean. Your in a red suit and look at this” Shiro gestures to the slit on his leg and Keith looks (because Shiro asked) and swallows. He can see Shiro’s thigh which is toned and very smooth beneath the fabric. ,” I am not made for slits this high. Give me a Cinderella gown any day Keith. Not this skank of a dress.”

Keith is blushing as Shiro says a quick goodbye watching as another Limo comes into sight. Keith has about two seconds to breath.

“I REALLY DONT GET THIS SHOW KELLI.” Henri was grumbling looking at the girl sitting on the floor squealing at the man dressed in the red suit and the other man dressed like a woman.

Kelli turns to look at Henri, “ Daddy, Keith wants to find someone to love didn’t you hear him?”

The Show is on pause and Henri is watching his daughter and the happiness and joy and he knows things have been a mess lately and he’s been yelling more so he sighs,” Alright Princess but only for you.” As the show turns back on

Keith watches at the Limo stops and then he’s watching the door open and for a minute it looks like nothing comes out. Just an open door and then he looks downward.

It’s the Arusian. He never did catch the little things name so he’s surprised when suddenly it’s attached to him at the waist.

“Oh um.... Hi. Nice to see you again to.” He offers and the creature smiles up at him. Then it lets go and runs in the way Shiro has gone and Keith looks at his tummy wondering why it’s all warm and he feels safe.

The next limo is quick to show trying to give little time between interactions.

The door opens and there is James. James looks older and he’s still the same stuck personality looking guy Keith remembers taunting him during his younger years. He’s wearing a two piece outfit. The top is embellished with the solar system of earth and glitter while the bottom is very poofy almost tutu like. He wears heals that Keith thinks could double as weapons. It’s a tempting look and one James pulls off. All he would need is Keith’s current jacket and he’d look pretty fuckable. Keith shakes the idea as he watches James stride forward and stop a few feet away,”I really don’t get why they made all of us wear dresses when some of us are men.”

Keith can’t help but smile and then winks,” who knows but your still pretty tasty little snack.”

“Snack Kogane I’m the whole fucking meal. Now give me your coat I’m cold.” Keith laughs loud and audibly and shakes out of his jacket handing it over watching James walk away trying to clean up his mind because he’s not supposed to be having dirty thoughts on this show.

He looks to Kosmo who’s still seated watching amused. “ Your the worst.” He murmurs and then turns to look at the Limo pulling up.

The door opens and Krolia steps out.

Keith balks because 1. she’s his mom

2. She’s his mom

And 3. She is wearing something so revealing he can’t even look at her.

“ Mom what are you wearing and why are you here?”

“Are you not pleased to see me son?”

“Mom... you really shouldn’t be here right now.”

“Why?”

Keith shifts awkwardly and looks at Kosmo,” You realize this is a dating show right?”

Korolia is quiet. “ROBERT EVENGREENSTEIN.”

“Wait You know Bobs Full name?” Keith is shock so deep it’s almost like someone got him a new soul.

“That, among other things. He told me it was customary for mother’s to appear on these shows in shiny black cars. “

Keith rubbed his face and tried not to smudge the eyeliner he’d put on,” Alright so here’s how we fix this. YOU GO HOME. Just get right right back in the shiny car and go home. Then I have 27 individuals to deal with.”

Krolia nodded,” no one else has to know I was here then. Crisis averted.”

“ splendid. Bye mom.”

“ I love you Son. I hope this journey brings you a mate. “ Krolia said envolping in a quick hug before jumping back into the Limo and shutting the door.

Keith sighed and blinked at the stars,” You Guys can’t fuck with me like this.”

He was so wrapped up in stars he missed the Limo pulling up and opening the doors. Allura stepped out and looked at Keith he was dashing in his red and black shirt and tie and he looked focused on the stars. So focused he missed her in the sheer silver gown that shimmered and shined as she glideded up the steps toward him.

“ You will break your neck if you look up like that you know.” She said a smile crawling onto her face and Keith had to swallow as he looked down at her because GODDAMNED GIRL. She was stunning her narrow waist and low dipped halter neck were perfect in the light and the way the light was shining Keith really was beginning to think that maybe he did have a thing for women.

For some reason he held out his hand to her and she took it slender fingers meeting his with confidence.

“Your stunning Allura.” Keith whispered as he reached up and touched her silver hair noting how she somehow managed to rock the it girl earth styles despite her Alien features.

“You clean up nice as well. Now if only we could get you to look this nice for coalition dinners.” She teased

Keith groaned,” Let’s not make this about business or the lions please.”

“Then what is this about Keith?” She asked and suddenly he wasn’t sure. He shrugged and she smiled and then she disappeared down the walkway that headed into the mansion.

Keith looked to Kosmo,” What is this about boy?”Kosmo blinked having no fair response. He was a space wolf on a show about a space dude dating aliens and humans in dresses (how was he supposed to know?)

Keith stood looking at Kosmo until the next Limo showed up and he was treated to another silvery tore the of hair.

“Lotor?” Keith gasped. Lotor stood on the stairs he was dressed regally in purple ruffles that seemed to hide a lot but they stopped at the thighs leaving black leather boots all the way up to his thighs.

“Hello.”

“What on earth are you doing here?” Keith’s eyes were narrowed deep in suspicion.

“Well Bob thought I’d make an excellent contestant for your little show and I have to say the wardrobe and winning over a paladin didn’t sound half bad either. “ Lotor was clomping in his heals commanding his space and Keith didn’t like it,” So let’s make a game of it shall we Paladin?”

Lotor was touching his arm in a comforting way but it gave Keith the chills. He watched as Lotor waved goodbye and walked toward the mansion.

Keith steeled his nerves for a moment and looked to Kosmo,” your going to have to keep an eye on him.” Kosmo rolled one of his eyes and another limo rolled up.

Keith tried to relax. He knew he should smile but he couldn’t. The door opened and Hunk stepped out. Hunk was holding a plate of brownies in one hand and a bone for Kosmo in the other. He was dressed in the yellow dress that went upto his neck and covered most of his arms. It was long and it suited him it made Keith think of summer sunshine and he couldn’t help but be happy to see Hunk.

“Keith!” Hunk cheered climbing up the steps carefully and tossing Kosmo his treat. Kosmo blipped forward to catch it and then went to hide behind Keith,” Dude you look awesome.” Hunk continued as he reached Keith.

Keith blushed because Hunk was always kind,” You look beautiful Hunk.”

“You think so? “

“Absolutely”

“Thank God. I was worried it wasn’t gunna fit or it would be the wrong shade of yello-“

Keith started laughing and pulled Hunk in for a hug,” Hunk it’s perfect. Your beautiful. Thank you for being here. “

Hunk smiled and hugged back as best he could without dropping brownies,” I made brownies. Think we can share?”

Keith looked at Hunk and at the plate and took two and held a finger to his lips,” what the others don’t know won’t kill them.” Hunk chuckled and they waved goodbye Keith touched the brownies in his pockets smiling happy.

The next limo was quick as was the opening door as Rolo stepped out. He looked like he’d rather be shot than be seen in what he was wearing. The dress was a simple baby blue halter that stopped at the knees and they gave him flat Sandles. His hair was freshly washed and combed but he was reaching up and trying to find his goggles.

“What’s wrong?” Keith asked stepping down the stairs

“They wouldn’t let me wear the boots or the hat... n now I got on this dress. I feel very exposed Red.”

Keith smiled,” if it makes you feel better everyone’s in a dress. Even the great Shiro.”

“They got that beast in a dress?”

Keith nodded and Rolo made eye contact,” is it attractive?”

“Extreamly.”

“Alright Red. You talked me into this dress nonsense. I’ll see you later.” Rolo shot clomping down the way to the mansion trying not to touch his hair as much.

Keith just chuckled and watched him go thinking it would be fun to see him in different ones.

The next limo brought a face Keith welcomed and feared. The door opened and Pidge stepped out. She was in a purple dress that stopped at the knees and she was wearing a pair of heals (he wanted to pick her up and carry her because they were so freaking big).

Her dress was crushed with jewels on tops and the bottom was entirely purple tool. She wore it with pride as well as a matching headband that blinked at her.

She wobbled getting out and Kosmo blipped forward to walk her up the steps. “Pidge why did you let them put you in shoes that high?” Keith whines as he was all of a sudden forced to look at the beauty of her legs (was Keith a leg man?)

“I didn’t exactly have a choice.” She murmured as Keith reached forward and took her from Kosmo,” they give you one outfit choice and one set of shoes to start.”

“Monsters.” Keith clarified, he was trying to be gentle because Pidge was resting against his chest as he guided her forward. Keith felt oddly protective of Pidge especially because she had put such honest effort in for him and she stood looking at him now hands in his blushing.

“ You realize all I’m going to do is shitpost and meme in real life right?” She smiled and looked at him and Keith had to try to keep thinking about what she said because all of a sudden he was thinking that his little gremlin was hella cute.

“I’d expect nothing less from my favorite gremlin.” He smiled and she huffed.

“Is there a way to save me the embarrassment of walking down that pathway?” She asked her voice soft and scared.

“Want Kosmo to take you?” He offered

“That would be nice.” She said as Keith swept her up bridal style and set her carefully on Kosmo’s shoulders. Kosmo seemed to understand and he looked at Pidge and then at Keith before blipping out of sight. Keith stood for a minute thinking about the weight of Pidge in his arms.

His own voice broke the silence,” Shit. I should have warned her about Shiro.” he doesn’t have time to run to the mansion and warn her or cover her eyes because the next limo pulls up and Keith has to swallow every gay man’s dirty little secret.

Mathew Holt. Mathew Holt is the only guy not in a dress. But he was not forgiven because what he is wearing is even more of a sin. Keith can see his chest and the V of his hips as the jeans he was wearing sunk low enough to reveal hip bones but not much else. Keith was having a hard time breathing as he watched Matt approach the cross around his neck bouncing against his pecks and his ponytail was messy he held a coat over his shoulder like he was bored.

“ Keith. Weird, I’d have expected something a little more sparkly.” Matt tried teasing coming to stand in front of Keith. He smelled so good somewhere between motor oil and sex and Keith was having trouble speaking. “Earth to Keith?”

Matt waved his hand in front of Keith’s face and Keith blushed coughing,” What I’m sorry.I just your not dressed like n-normal...”

“This? Bi-Bo-Bii picked it said something about Sex appeal. “ Matt looked at himself and then shrugged. Keith decided it was unfair Pidge was cute and Matt was so sexy Keith may just die,” It’s not bad is it?” Matt asks suddenly self conscious.

Keith waves his hands around,”NONONOYOURGOODYOURGOODTOOGOODACTUALLYOHGODINEEDTOJUSTSHUTTHEFUCKUP.” Keith is panicked all of it coming out in one big rush as he lets out all the air in his lung,” IMEANSHIRO’SINADRESSYOULOOKLIKESEXEVERYTHINGSFINE.”

“Wait they got SHIRO in a dress?” Matt asks and just as they said that theres a loud cackling scream from inside the mansion,” Is that Pidge?” Keith nods to both and Matt claps his hands smiling,” You forgot to tell her that Shiro was in a dress didn’t you?”

Keith nods again and all of a sudden Matt in laughing and running off with Keith watching in stunned Silence as his levels of gay calm down and he can finally breath normally. He’s left standing waiting for yet another Limo.

This Limo didn’t even come to a full stop the door opened and a full rolling body flew out. It took Keith a moment to recognize the mass of Limbs as Slav. “ THIS REALITY IS RUDE.”

“ Slav, So pleased you could join this uh....”

“What is this Angry one? Some type of Alternate reality where we all play along in some dating show?” Slav is waving his arms around in his crazy angry way that only slav is capable of,” You know only Shiro and I have the chemistry for that.”

“Shiro is here. They got him in a dress.” Keith offers trying to sooth the angry scientist. His fingers going to his mullet. He’s looking at Slav who is dressed in a black and white suite and very angry.

“A Dress? Don’t they know how dangerous that is? What if he slips and falls on the train?” Then Slav is marching past Keith and his black and white suit is ignored as you can hear the angry speech he is giving the entire show about safety precautions.

Keith rubs his hands through his hair and closes his eyes looking up at the stars when the next Limo arrives his back is turned but he can’t miss the soft sound of Shakira’s She-Wolf playing as Lance steps out of the Limo.

Keith has to blink twice to be sure he is truly seeing it right. Lance is dressed in the tightest dress Keith has ever seen. It stops just short of his ass and Keith is looking at the heals on his feet all the way up his legs. (Keith has decided he is defiantly a leg man and OH Sweet heavens these legs) Kosmo is seated eyes forward he whimpers slightly. Keith shushes him watching as Lance bends and twirls his way towards him. Every flash of skin seems to make the dress creep a little higher and when it comes to getting close Keith thinks Lance’s underwear are red. The music stops and Lance howls gently tilting his head back hand on Keith’s chest and Kosmo joins him eyes closed. A moment of silence lapses and Keith realizes he isn’t breathing.

“Breath.” Lance murmurs and Keith does as if compelled by some kind of magic. “ What do you think?”

“Can I touch you?” Keith asks his voice beyond soft as he looks at the ocean blue eyes that have seemingly trapped him.

“Only because you asked,” Lance says smiling and Keith reaches forward fingers shaking he touches the hem of Lance’s dress he can’t help but notice how smooth Lance’s skin is against the spandex fabric.

Then both boys hear a soft clearing of throat and jump apart pretending as though nothing happened but not before Lance can sneak his hand in Keith’s pocket and steal Hunks brownie’s before sashaying off to leave Keith with Samuel Holt.

“That looked mighty comfortable.” Sam tried and Keith blushed.

“I can imagine that it is. Good to see you again Sam. Are you here because bob dragged you along?”

“ Yup. I figured I would keep an eye on the children. Though I will say you clean up nicely cadet.”

“Thank you Sir. I Hunk and Pidge are probably pulling pranks on Slav and hopefully Matt hasn’t given to many heart attacks. Report back any findings please.”

“ Will do captain.”

Both men part ways Keith standing thinking about a particular set of Legs and Sam off to keep havoc from going all the way.

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thehungrykat1 · 5 years

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Bar Pintxos Introduces New Pintxos Platters For Sharing

Whenever I hear the word tapas, the first thing that comes to mind are small, tasty bite-sized appetizers that are good to nibble on before the main course arrives. This is probably the reason why I have always been hesitant to dine at Spanish tapas bars, despite the growing popularity of these in the city, because I feel that my huge appetite would just be disappointed. But last week, I finally decided to give it a try when I was invited to one of the city’s most popular tapas restaurants - Bar Pintxos. I have to say that it was truly an eye-opening and mind-blowing experience for me.

Bar Pintxos has made a name for itself in the local dining scene for its authentic Spanish tapas and premium drinks. I visited their newest Salcedo branch in Makati for lunch with a few of my friends to try their new pintxos platters and a few of their signature dishes. Just when I thought that I would be happily following my diet for a change, I ended up so full and satisfied with some of the best Spanish dishes I have ever tasted, together with endless rounds of sparkling wines and beverages.

You can find Bar Pintxos Salcedo at the ground floor of the Paseo Parkview Tower along San Agustin Street in Salcedo Village. This is the third branch of Bar Pintxos which was established by friends Tinchu Gonzalez and Miguel Vecin in 2015 in Alabang. After creating a menu of familiar Spanish pintxos and newer creations inspired by their travels around Spain, Bar Pintxos has gained much praise from the foodie community and it opened its second branch at Bonifacio Global City in 2016.

The Salcedo branch is a small and cozy venue located right in the heart of Makati city. It is a favorite lunch spot for corporate foodies and also serves as a good watering hole for those classy after-work get-togethers. In fact, this branch celebrated its first anniversary just a few weeks ago. Philippine Tatler Dining also awarded Bar Pintxos as one of the Top 20 Best Restaurants in 2018.

So what exactly is the difference between tapas and pintxos? Not much actually. A Tapas is a more general term used to describe any small-sized Spanish appetizer or snack, usually served before main courses or dinner. A Pintxo or Pincho is the term used for these appetizers in the Basque region and Northern Spain.

We started our bubbly afternoon with a few glasses of Cava or Spanish sparkling wine from Catalonia. These are the best to pair up with their wide selection of authentic pintxos and tapas.

I first tried one of their appetizer plates called the Berenjenas (P125). These are crispy fried eggplant slices flavored in honey and pimenton. I like these sweet and light nibblers which are a good way to start our meal.

People usually think of tapas bars as serving only small, individual items. This is where Bar Pintxos aims to be different as they now serve pintxos platters which are good for sharing. They also offer other Spanish favorites which can be enjoyed family-style by the entire table.

The Pintxos Platter (P650) is a combination of six of their most popular pintxos for those who can’t decide which to order. These definitely do not look like the bite-sized canapés that I had imagined. It comes with one serving each of (clockwise from bottom) Jamon-Allioli with its Jamon Serrano; Butiffarra with its Italian sausage; Brie-Cebolla with brie and caramelized onion; Salmon with its fresh salmon on top of goat cheese, truffle honey, and caviar; Gilda with its olives and anchovies; and Chorizo Y Huevos with its chistorra sausage and quail egg.

At first, I was surprised at how big the pintxos were, which are really more than a mouthful. But I was even more surprised when I took a bite because I loved every single one I tasted. My favorite would have to be the Jamon-Allioli (P120) especially with its shredded jamon serrano topped with homemade allioli. Each crunchy bite was just bursting with flavors. The Salmon would be my second-placer, especially with the truffle honey and caviar, but everything else was just as yummy.

You can also order the Burrata (P220) with its chistorra sausage topped with burrata, honey, and caramelized onions. Each pintxo is ordered per piece so you can add a few of your other favorites together with your pintxos platters.

Another option that is suited for first-timers like me is the Platos Favoritos (P1850). This big set comes with a platter of assorted pintxos plus a whole lot more that can satisfy bigger groups.

The Platos Favoritos comes with several other dishes that are good for sharing. One of them is the Chorizo Frito (P250) which has fried chorizo bilbao. It also comes with an order of Chorizo Croquetas (P260).

If that’s not enough, the set also comes with the Gambas Al Ajillo (P440) with its big juicy prawns cooked in garlic oil and chili. Another option is the Salpicao (P480) which has cuts of Kitayama tenderloin cooked in garlic and olive oil.

Both of these classic Spanish dishes are just so good, especially with how Bar Pintxos highlights the garlic and olive oil. I actually used some of the bread to scoop us the excess oil and it was delicious!

The best way to complete the set is with the Paella Mixta (P350), a savory paella combination of chicken, shrimp and chorizo. This goes so well with the salpicao and the gambas, but the rice itself is already flavorful and you can have this as a meal by itself.

If you want to add a few more classic dishes to the table, then go ahead and order some of their other Spanish favorites like the Lengua (P500). I have to admit that I don’t usually eat ox tongue, but I found myself highly enjoying this dish. Instead of the usual thick gravy-like sauce, this version of lengua is cooked in light olive oil with plenty of mushrooms. I really like this version!

They also have the Pollo Al Ajillo (P320) which is cooked similarly in garlic and olive oil like the gambas, but with braised chicken instead.

My favorite dish that afternoon hands-down would have to be the Huevos Y Foie (P490). This heavenly dish is a dream come true with its combination of bacon, mushroom, mashed potato, fried egg, and foie gras! Imagine all those in one plate. I know this is good for sharing, but next time, I am ordering this all for myself.

I didn’t know that they also serve steak in a tapas restaurant, so I was delighted to see the Bistec (P800) with its Kitayama flat iron steak and house-made fries. These tender slices of beef also go so well with the paella, so I really couldn’t ask for anything more. My tummy was so happy!

We ended our pintxos afternoon with some sweet desserts. I forgot the name of this creamy mango and peach souffle-like concoction but I do remember finishing it off. They also have the Churros con Chocolate with its crunchy churros dipped in a very rich and thick chocolate sauce.

My visit to Bar Pintxos was truly an eye-opener. Now I understand why this relatively new restaurant and tapas bar has been the talk of the town. With their new pintxos platters and sharing portions, I know that I can drop by for a visit anytime with my friends and have all my cravings and appetite fully satisfied.

Bar Pintxos

Paseo Parkview Tower, San Agustin St., Salcedo Village, Makati City

845-4952

www.barpintxos.com

www.facebook.com/Barpintxos

#BarPintxos #BarPintxosPH #PintxosyTapas #Pintxos #Tapas #Spanish

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suho-mochi · 7 years

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Flicker - Ch. 4 (Final)

Kim Junmyeon/Reader Word Count: 2,903

Previous Chapter

As soon as the doorbell rings you rush to open the door to find two of your closest friends behind it, smirking with bags of beer and snacks.

“Don’t give me those looks,” you immediately snap at them.

It does nothing to deter Sehun, but Jongin at least has the decency to look sheepish. Sehun pushes past you inviting himself in and Jongin follows.

“We’re here to help you out so I’m gonna give you whatever looks I like,” Sehun starts, as they both take off their shoes, while you close the door behind them. “We were in the middle of a very important game if you’d like to know.” He continues, as he stomps to the kitchen with the bags.

“What is he talking about?” You quietly ask Jongin, who stands next to you.

“We were doing his placement matches,” he snickers as you both watch Sehun grumpily take out glasses and bowls from the cupboards. “He got killed when you called and we lost the game. His rank dropped.”

You stare at Jongin with a raised eyebrow until he shrugs and walks away.

When they’re finally settled, their drinks and snacks sprawled on your living room coffee table, you start discussing what they came over for.

“So do you know where he’s taking you?” Jongin asks, a piece of popcorn falling out of his full mouth as he munches.

You make a face at him, but let him be.

“No, so it needs to be something casual, but classy, not too formal and not too provocative.” You lean back in the armchair, trying to think where Junmyeon would take you on a date.

Jongin gives you a deadpanned look and Sehun rolls his eyes and puts his beer down.

“Just bring over a few outfits you like and we’ll help you choose one,” he grumbles.

Two very long hours later, which involved some arguing between you and Sehun about the depth of a decollete, Jongin whining that you should at least consider wearing something that barely covers your ass, and you almost giving up three times, you find a simple outfit of a long pleated skirt and a silk shirt that you all like.

“Just wear your grey heels with that and you should have an official boyfriend tomorrow and he’ll have to deal with all this shit in the future.” Sehun mumbles, looking like he’s ready to fall asleep.

You flop on the couch between them happily, putting your feet up on the table. They both look exhausted so you bring up what you know will cheer them up immediately.

“So who wants pizza?”

Sehun perks up and Jongin grunts happily as he reaches for your phone.

The next day you find yourself more stressed than when you were taking your first year finals. First the day is passing slowly, each hour dragging, but then it gets to lunch and it’s like time is going at twice the speed. Before you know it it’s quarter to five and you are in front of your mirror trying not to smudge any of your makeup or crumple your shirt.

Both Sehun and Jongin had sent you encouraging texts. Or at least their version of encouraging texts.

Sehun sent a warm “you can’t become a lonely cat lady” while Jongin had opted for the timeless classic “you’ll be fine”. They still made you smile so you decided not to snap back at them.

It's five minutes to five and you're trying your hardest not to bite your lips nervously and eat all your lipstick. You sit on the couch carefully, constantly smoothing out your shirt when your phone buzzes with a text.

‘I’m coming up.’

You feel like your heart is doing somersaults and you’ve barely locked your phone and shoved it in your bag when there's a ring at the doorbell. You power walk to the door and open it with your breath stuck in your throat.

Junmyeon is at the door, looking like your average prince, holding what looks like the biggest rose bouquet possible to fit in the doorway. It's exactly the kind of thing he would do and your chest squeezes a little.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, a happy giggle escaping your lips as your hand flies up to cover your gaping mouth.

Junmyeon pokes his head from the side of the numerous roses, smiling brightly.

“I was hoping you'd like it,” he says, his wide smile pushing his cheeks even further up.

You quickly move to the side, beckoning him to come in, which he does. He kicks off his shoes haphazardly and walks to the coffee table, carefully placing the flowers on it.

“They’re beautiful, Junmyeon,” you whisper as you lean in to smell them.

“So are you,” he replies and you’re already wondering how you’re going to survive the rest of the evening if this is just the start.

You turn to him, your lips stretched into a huge smile only to see him mirror it. Junmyeon carefully takes your hand, his thumb rubbing the back of your palm softly. You can see him leaning in and you hold your breath as he presses a tender kiss on your cheek.

You look down, your neck and ears burning, and you wonder why you’re still acting like a middle schooler.

“I am going to be honest,” Junmyeon starts a bit nervously, biting his lip. “I tried thinking of something original, but in the end we are going for just dinner and a movie. I hope that’s okay.”

You watch him awkwardly rub the back of his neck as he glances to the side in embarrassment and you feel the butterflies in your tummy flutter in excitement. You bite your lip and tiptoe, carefully leaning in and pressing a kiss on his cheek as well.

“It’s wonderful, Junmyeon.” You whisper, excitedly watching him turn a shade of pink.

The drive to the restaurant is filled with quiet tension. You’re both fidgeting and the desperate attempts to talk about the weather or your classes that day didn’t seem to make any of it better.

Your mind constantly conjuring up anxious thoughts isn’t helping either. What if you two aren’t actually compatible at all? What if it is all best to stay in the bedroom? What if it turns out he hates spending time with you and stops seeing you completely?

You try distracting yourself in some way - you try following the lyrics of the song on the radio, you count the cars outside, but in the end your eyes keep being pulled to the man next to you.

You think that there is something inexplicably attractive about men driving as you watch Junmyeon take a right turn down the boulevard.

You slowly take in his outfit, so different from what you’ve seen him in around campus. He is wearing a light coat over a white well fitted t-shirt and black trousers that hug his legs nicely. He has his hair up, which you don’t get to see often and it makes you sigh like a lovestruck fool.

“If you keep staring at me like that, we’ll get into an accident.” Junmyeon suddenly mumbles, his eyebrows scrunching into a frown. You see a little bit of red staining the tip of his ear and you immediately look away in embarrassment. He caught you.

As you stare out the window you feel Junmyeon’s hand on yours. He gently pries it away from its spot on your thigh and threads his warm fingers through yours, giving you a little squeeze.

You are soon seated in a small Italian restaurant, complete with all the checkered tablecloths and candles on every table.

You sigh in relief at how cosy and warm the place is. It’s not very busy, but the restaurant is full of muffled chatter. You happily discover that with a little bit of tasty food and wine both you and Junmeyon are quickly chatting away. The tension from the car is gone and Junmyeon’s bright smile is back on his face as he tells you about his painful encounter with a turtle in high school. Who knew turtles can bite you so hard you need stitches?

The only thing slightly bothering you is the seemingly quiet couple, a table away from you. Two quite large women sat there almost immediately after you took your table, and maybe it was your imagination, but they seemed to be watching you. It really didn’t help that you heard the distinct snap of a phone camera after one of Junmyeon’s stories that you made your tummy hurt from giggling.

You saw Junmyeon himself glance at the odd pair that is almost constantly hiding behind the large menus or fiddling awkwardly with their hair. They look away quickly when you glance in their direction. One of them seems quite familiar, but you can’t recollect from where. Your attention is quickly drawn back to Junmyeon, however, and you decided to let them be.

You are looking at desserts when Junmyeon leans in slightly speaking in a low voice.

“You saw them too, didn’t you?”

You meet his eyes that seem to be bright with mischief. You give a curt nod.

“Did you figure out who they are?” He asks, the corners of his lips curling up.

You turn around again, looking in the direction of the two women. They seem to be keeping their heads down, playing with whatever food they have left in their plates. Both of them have very long unnaturally bright blond hair and they seem to be using it to hide their faces. You squint a little and realise that one of them has a very familiar looking nose. At that moment a waiter comes over asking if they would like to order some dessert. To your horror one of them replies with a very familiar deep voice.

“No, than-” she, or he, quickly coughed before continuing in a squeaky voice. “No, thank you!”

You snap your head back to Junmyeon who has a triumphant smile on his face.

“You’re kidding,” you hiss.

“I noticed a while ago,” he answers, quickly glancing in their direction again. “I think they followed us all the way from your place.

“Oh my god,” you groan hiding behind the menu in your hands. “I’ll kill them.”

“I’ll think of something to get rid of them,” Junmyeon answers before calling over the waitress.

Fifteen minutes later you quietly pay for your bill and slip out of the restaurant. You try to hold in your hysterical laughter on the way out as you glance at Sehun and Jongin’s horrified faces as the whole restaurant sings ‘Happy Birthday’ to them while they try to hide their bad makeup and flimsy wigs.

Your burst out of the restaurant, both of you laughing uncontrollably.

“How long do we have?” You wheeze out as you try to compose yourself.

“They have a cake and I asked them for a special surprise birthday performance by the band, so plenty of time.” Junmyeon replies giggling, quickly slipping a hand around your waist and leading you away. “I still want to make sure we’re far enough from them, come on.”

The movie you picked was nothing special, you both agreed to watch a mindless action movie and in your opinion that worked out great.

Junmyeon held your hand the whole time and you even let yourself lean on his shoulder halfway through, which made him squeeze your hand even harder before he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead. At that moment, you were glad for the darkness surrounding you as you looked up and pressed a chaste kiss next to his lips before burying yourself back in his arm. Junmyeon seemed to stiffen for a moment, but then you felt him nuzzle his nose in your hair and your heart melted a little.

On your way out you decide to check your phone and you snort when you see you have 17 unread messages. Junmyeon peeked over your shoulder and also let out a snort. You have 14 messages from Oh Sehun and 3 particularly long ones from Kim Jongin, all containing various colourful threats and insults.

“I think they’re mad,” you laugh.

“Well, they shouldn’t have followed us in the first place.” Junmyeon replies as he stops outside the cinema.

He still has a firm grip on your hand and you turn to face him.

“So,” you start quietly. “What now?”

“Well,” Junmyeon replies, taking a step towards you. He is so close you can feel the heat from his body. You’re much taller in your heels and if you lean in a little you’d probably kiss him. “There’s only one more place I’d like to go.”

You are watching the road curiously as Junmyeon drives seemingly in the direction of your home. You have his hand in your lap and you are twiddling with his fingers. It makes you smile that every time he has to switch gears he does it with both your hands, refusing to let go of yours. Your heart is fluttering the entire time, you are starting to worry if your health is going to be okay.

Junmyeon stops the car two blocks from where you live and you follow him out of the car. You have an inkling about what this whole thing might be about and you are close to laughing already.

Junmyeon grabs your hand again and you start walking. A minute later you stop in front of the convenience store where you usually buy your snacks from. You watch Junmyeon squint slightly as he looks through the window.

“Is that him?” He asks you, making you look at him incredulously.

“Junmyeon, that’s a 65 year old man.” You say, pointing to the man behind the counter.

“Does he work at a different time then?” Junmyeon mumbles, turning to you, his eyes completely serious.

“You’re still thinking about what Sehun said?” You ask, your voice unsteady from trying to keep yourself from laughing.

Junmyeon snaps his head towards you again, eyes still squinty.

“You’re not saying…?”

“He lied, Junmyeon. There is no convenience store guy.” You say, your giggles finally escaping.

“Damn it,” Junmyeon grumbles. “Fine, this will be easier then.”

And with that he suddenly leans in, his palm softly cupping your cheek as he presses his lips to yours. You immediately shut up, a soft squeak inadvertently leaving your lips.

Junmyeon is always gentle with you and this is no exception. It doesn’t matter how many times he has kissed you before, it doesn’t matter that you’re in the middle of the street in front of a convenience store. Nothing like that matters in that moment.

His lips move softly, warm against yours. You can feel that they’re a bit chapped, but delicate and perfect. Perfect for you.

When he pulls away, Junmyeon leans his forehead against yours, both of you smiling like idiots.

“That was smooth,” you huff out, laughing quietly.

“Thank you,” Junmyeon whispers back, his own smile plastered on his face. “So, will you go out with me? Go out with me to proper dates, go out with me to watch movies, go out with me to get ice cream and whine about uni, go out with me so I can hug and kiss you whenever?”

That is the question, or questions, you have been waiting for and yet your tummy still does a ridiculous flip and your legs go a bit wobbly.

“Yes,” you said quickly, nodding. “Yes, definitely.”

“Finally,” Junmyeon smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You burst into giggles as you bury yourself in his neck, happily tangling your arm arms around him.

The next morning you, once again, wake up next to your favourite person.

Junmyeon is facing you, mouth slightly agape as he drools on the pillow, still fast asleep. You are in a complete tangle and you have no inclination to move at all, but then your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

You decide to ignore it, but then it buzzes again and Junmyeon twitches slightly forcing you to move before it wakes him up.

You unlock it only to see that Sehun, the creep, has sent you several photos from your date with Junmyeon. The first one is from when you were leaving the apartment, there are a few of you in the restaurant and the last one is definitely your favourite - both of you in front of the convenience store as Junmyeon kissed you.

The photos are followed by a few texts from him.

‘Did you really think you can run away from us?’

‘You’re welcome for those’

‘I will thank your boyfriend for the cake it was delicious.’

In normal circumstances you would be getting ready to go over and smack him for following you around like this, but you are in a good mood and instead you are overtaken by a fit of incredulous giggles.

Junmyeon instantly wakes up, sitting up with an adorable confused look on his face. He quickly wipes his mouth, looking around.

“What’s happening?” he mumbles. Half his hair is sticking up from the pillow and his lips are puffy and you can’t help but grab him by the shoulders and pull him into a morning kiss.

Your boyfriend is the cutest.

A/N: Wow, WOW, can you believe I finally did it?? *wipes tears* magical. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! I actually really love this story, it’s cute and smooshy, it makes me happy.

This IS the final chapter, the story is complete now! On to the next thing!

Let me know what you thought of it! It always makes me super happy to know.

P.S. I haven’t done a ton of editing so there might be issues here and there, I apologise if you notice any of those!

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5-Day Plant-Based Challenge: Reflections

Okay, so I didn’t really follow this challenge exactly and abstain from ALL non-plant based foods. But I avoided the main culprits (pork, beef, chicken) and also did not order pizza today, which sounds easy but is actually a HUGE accomplishment for me (I really, really like pizza).

I was actually really close to failing today and breaking down and buying a pizza. I was an idiot and only drank a smoothie all day so I was feeling really drained and lethargic. In the future, I definitely need to make sure I’m consistently taking in calories throughout the day so I’m not starving and exhausted by dinner time. I was also kind of sick of cooking by today. To be honest, I would have ordered pizza except my sister came home and made a yummy salad, potatoes, peas, and cod for dinner (okay so cod isn’t plant-based, but at least it is healthy and not pizza).

I feel like I did pretty well with cooking most of the meals I set out to cook from the forks over knives meal plan I found. In the past five days I made five of the meals from my meal plan:

green smoothie (cucumber, spinach, parsley, mango, banana, lemon juice) (breakfasts Mon., Fri.)

SO GOOD. Definitely one of my favorite smoothies I’ve ever made.

peanut noodles with vegetables (for lunches Mon., Tues.)

Very tasty. I ended up adding a lot more soy sauce and also sriracha to give it more flavor.

veggie fajitas with salsa and avocado

Vastly overestimated the portion size. Yummy but was barely even a snack for me.

santa fe penne pasta

This was probably my least favorite dish. I normally love pasta and know how to normally make it in a way I like. I added beans and corn to make it “santa fe” style and thought it was kind of disgusting. I liked the added zucchini, red pepper, and spinach though.

herbed orzo salad (although by this point I had accidentally used up some of the ingredients I needed for this)

I didn’t have the mint or basil for this, which was kind of the point, but I added a variety of other herbs that made up for it.

White wine vinegar is magic.

Then, on Wednesday my sister was a hero and made burritos with meatless beef, which was actually pretty good.

Overall, I “cheated” with the following non-plant items:

two skyr yogurts (they were already in my fridge!)

Amy’s cheese and bean burrito (because there was already so much cooking, sometimes you gotta just heat up a frozen meal)

those gross little creamer things at work because I forgot to bring in almond milk

ricotta cheese (added to the meatless burrito so it didn’t taste so much like fake meat)

cookies I found in the pantry at work, which I assume had eggs and other non-plant food in them

parmesan in the caesar salad I had today

baked cod (probably the more egregious fail, but it was already in my freezer)

So, I mean, for a first attempt I think I did okay, but I obviously didn’t stick to the diet completely. Dairy is definitely the hardest for me to give up.

Also, I realized my stomach doesn’t handle a massive influx of vegetables very well, and I may also be sensitive to large quantities of garlic and onion, which these recipes called for. Moving forward, I think I’ll have to pay more attention to how my stomach reacts to what I’m eating and think more about what works best for me personally and my body and weird digestive system.

In the future, I think I am going to try to almost completely eliminate beef and pork from my diet, and have more limited quantities of chicken, fish, dairy, and eggs. I don’t know if I’m ready a this point though to go completely vegetarian or vegan though.

Overall, I’m happy I tried this challenge. I ate way more vegetables than I would normally. I cooked more often. I bought fresh fruits and veggies and tried out instacart. I resisted the urge to buy pizza. And besides the tummy troubles, I did feel more energized and clear-headed this week.

#food #diet #nutrition #health #wellness #plantbased food #vegan food #vegetarian #plantbased food challenge

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neverturnoffthelights · 7 years

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I have had a difficult time writing this past year. I have a novel that I have started and stopped more times than I care to admit and a Christmas project that I decided to postpone from the planned November publish date. I had amazing momentum coming into this year, but it fizzled quickly, and I’m not sure why.

I decided many months ago to attend the Ghost Town Writers Retreat at the beginning of August to see if I could get my groove back, then my Grandma passed away a few weeks ago, and I almost canceled. Losing her hit me harder than I expected and I just wanted to hide out. My darling husband took time off from work to go with me and said it would give us some time away from the kids together, I suspect he knew I needed him to give me an extra push.

The retreat was held in the small mining town of Georgetown, Colorado. I’m a Colorado native but can say I’ve never hung out in Georgetown for anything more than a bathroom break, fill up, or to get to the pass to go to Clear Lake. I remember when I was little my parents looked at buying a piece of property there. The day they went to look at the property they dropped me, my two siblings, and my grandparents off at the little park in town to eat lunch so they could speak to the realtor without distraction. My sister would not play or leave the bench she sat on. It wasn’t until I told her where I was going that she said the park was full of spooks and they demanded to know why she was there. It scared the hell out of her, and that’s why she wouldn’t play. Weird story, I know, but totally normal in my family.

Georgetown is only about an hour from our house on I-70, but the ride up was hairy. The retreat needed to borrow some grills for the Grill and Greet, so I volunteered ours. Since my husband was coming along, we took his truck and loaded our old gas grill into the bed. The day was overcast, and the wind was picking up. Just as I inquired if the grill was safely tethered a huge bang shook us. The grill had fallen over but not out of the bed. Sadly, the handle didn’t survive. After readjusting the bungee cords, we journeyed on. We drove through dense fog, drenching rain, and pounding hail. It didn’t help that I woke up that morning with a nagging headache. Maybe it was a sign to go home, I thought.

I-70 Westbound

When we got to the hotel we discovered that it would be some time before for our room would be ready and we were a little confused about where to check in for the conference, but we did figure out where to take the grill. After an uninvited cloud burst, my husband helped cook up some buffalo hot dogs and burgers, and we had a tasty little dinner with some fascinating folks.

One of the things I really wanted to do was check out the park. I still had a headache, but the next morning I grabbed my camera and off we went. The moment I entered the park through the iron archway my headache was joined by a turbulent stomach. No one demanded to know why I was there, but it felt heavy and strange. My husband asked if it used to be a cemetery because it gave that kind of vibe. As a side note, I got a terrible headache working on this piece, and I kept getting an error message when I tried to upload the photos of the park, it took several tries. Coincidence? Maybe, but my husband says I should quit messing around with this subject!

The Park Entrance

Inside the park

Gazebo at the Park

Even though my head and tummy were very unhappy, I continued to hit up all the sessions I could. Every single session was terrific, and the presenters (some first timers) were great. When we got home and were describing some of the things we learned my daughter laughed and said it sounded like a murders’ convention! Most of the sessions were held in the historic Heritage Center, the old school house. The building restoration was fabulous!

Historic Heritage Center

Inside the Heritage Center

The marketing sessions were beneficial, as that is the area I dislike the most about this author thing and find the most challenging. I’m a quiet, shy, introverted person which is a huge hindrance to my marketing efforts. I made a commitment to myself to move way out of my comfort zone in the coming months regarding this.

I also had an epiphany. I believe my difficulty in writing has come because I know the marketing will come after. Yes. I hate it that much. I think I got some tools and resources at the retreat that will help me, though.

Being the very first Ghost Town Writers Retreat, there were some hiccups and places where there is room for improvement. I thought Georgetown was a great location and I had the best burger ever (after my tummy finally settled down) at Round About Burgers. The waffles at The Happy Cooker were amazing, and the Family Dollar is stocked better than a full sized Walmart! It turned out to be more of a conference than retreat, however. I would have liked more opportunities to meet up and write with other writers. And coffee! Coffee at the venue for morning sessions, please!

Round About Burgers

Georgetown Lake

Town is Full of Historic Buildings

Clear Creek Runs Right Through Town

I wasn’t sure where or how to sign up for editor/agent sessions, but since I didn’t feel well, I opted not to pursue it. Maybe for next year, the signup and location information could be available a few days before the event begins.

There was a walking ghost tour that I would have loved to attend, but it happened on Sunday evening, and I was already jonesing for my kids. We opted for the train, mine tour, and of course, the cemetery.

Deep in the Mine

So Much For My Hair LOL

The Loop Train

Mining Camp

We really didn’t need a ghost tour anyway. I drug my husband around the town late on Saturday night, just to see what we might see. He always warns that I better not get him arrested, but I’ve been doing this to him for years, and so far we are arrest free, knock on wood!

Haunted Hamill House After Dark

Even though I didn’t feel well for the first three days, I feel like I got out of it what I wanted. I have a strategy to push through my writing wall, and I got to spend some time with my husband. He got a better idea of what it is I do and struggle with and ended up getting into it himself! I said we should just write spooky books together and forget everything else!

My Handsome Husband – It Looks Good on Him!

I can only imagine what it takes to organize a thing like this. The speakers and moderators were great. The movie screening of Dead Awake was fun, and I wanted to ask Jeffery Riddick (Dead Awake, Final Destination) what led them to cast Lori Petty (Orange is the New Black), she was great by the way, but my head was killing me.

How you go about contacting all these folks and getting them to come to a retreat in a tiny Colorado mountain town is beyond me. I’m grateful for the opportunity and that I ignored my headache AND did not go back home. I am already looking forward to next year, but I think I’ll stay away from the park…or not!

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Prosperity in the Year of the Fire Rooster at Crystal Dragon

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the Chinese New Year and the start of the Year of the Fire Rooster. If you are looking to have a prosperous year ahead, then there is no better place to dream of good fortune and good luck than at the country’s premiere integrated resort casino, City of Dreams Manila. The five-star resort complex, which includes three different hotel brands in one location, has lined up several exciting activities this weekend to celebrate this festive season, highlighted by a special prosperity menu that will surely make you feel like you had just won the jackpot.

Crystal Dragon, the signature Cantonese restaurant of Crown Towers Manila, is offering an exclusive Chinese New Year-themed a la carte and set menu from January 16 to February 11, 2017. While there are many other hotels with similar Chinese New Year sets, those who are looking for the ultimate luxury VIP experience should know that Crystal Dragon is the place where only the truly successful and privileged dine. The Hungry Kat was invited to a media preview of their extravagant prosperity menu so I’m happy to be starting the Chinese New Year on a very positive and lucky note.

Crystal Dragon is open daily for lunch from 12 to 3pm and dinner from 6 to 11pm. The restaurant is an exclusive haven for VIPs and casino high rollers, but you don’t have to be any of the above to enjoy its award-winning Cantonese cuisine. Crystal Dragon was recently awarded as one of Philippine Tatler’s Top 20 Best Restaurants for 2017, the second year in a row it has achieved this prestigious recognition.

We were hosted by the always classy Ms. Charisse Chuidian, Vice President for Public Relations at City of Dreams Manila, as well as her tireless marketing staff who made sure we experienced Crystal Dragon’s luxurious and impeccable service.

My previous dining experiences at Crystal Dragon have always been amazing (read about it here), so I was really looking forward to what Chef Bong will be preparing for us this time.

Chef Bong Jun Choi is the Executive Chinese Chef at City of Dreams Manila. He began his profession at the tender age of 15 in a restaurant in Singapore and boasts of a wealth of experience from a career spanning 36 years. Chef Bong oversees the operation of the Chinese kitchen and his team of chefs, making sure everything is to his diners' expectations at the hotel’s signature restaurants.

For the Chinese New Year, Crystal Dragon is offering two Prosperity Set Menus. The Chinese New Year Happiness Menu is priced at P3,680++ per person, while the Chinese New Year Treasures Menu is at P6,680++, both for a minimum of four to six persons. Guests can also choose to have them as a la carte orders, where medium portions are ideal for four to six guests while large servings are best for six to ten. We had a mixed sample from the a la carte menu and these are what you can expect to find until February 11.

Instead of the usual raw salmon, our Yu Sheng or Prosperity Toss was led by the Shredded Roasted Duck with Fresh Fruit Salad in Dressing. The roasted duck is regarded as a symbol of fertility and it goes together with the other ingredients that include jellyfish, melon, strawberry, honeydew, onion oil, peanuts, peanut sauce and wonton crisps. This colorful salad symbolizes wellness and celebration.

Traditionally, all the ingredients for the Prosperity Toss are tossed by the guests as high as possible, which is believed to bless all who partake of them. But since we are all, ehem, VIPs here at Crystal Dragon, we just let the server do the tossing for us. I hope that doesn’t mean she gets all the luck.

The roasted duck salad is even better than the salmon version. The savory pieces of shredded duck are complemented by the sweet crushed peanuts and the crispy wonton strips. I like the overall balance of flavors resulting from the fruits, especially the melon.

Next was the Double-boiled Sea Treasure in Cordycep Flower Soup. The Chicken symbolizes prosperity and togetherness of the family. It also comes with crab meat, fish maw, dried scallops, sea cucumber and ginseng. The soup has that distinct herbal taste but I particularly liked the huge scallop swimming inside the broth.

The Slow-cooked Supreme Sea Cucumber with Abalone and Pork Knuckle in Clay Pot is a majestic course especially with its big pieces of succulent abalone. Because of its expensive price and gold color, abalone symbolizes money and wealth, so no Chinese New Year celebration is complete without it.

On the other hand, the pork knuckle symbolizes income and fulfilment of wishes. Regardless of their meanings, the pork knuckle was extremely tender. I wish I had some rice to go with this course because it is really good.

One of my favorites from the Prosperity Menu is the Oven-baked Marinated Cod Fish Fillet with Fragrant Golden Garlic. The cod fish symbolizes abundance while the golden garlic means everlasting and long life. The codfish was unbelievably soft and tender. This might be the best fish fillet I have ever tasted. I highly recommend you order this dish.

I love prawns so obviously the Wok-fried King Prawns with Supreme Soy Sauce Reduction was another of my favorites. Prawns denote liveliness because of the way they swim so eating these should mean that I will become more lively and energetic this year. The sweet and salty soy sauce gives the prawns a very pronounced flavor that I really enjoyed.

Chef Bong continues to surprise me with his creativity and excellence. The Roasted Chicken Roll filled with Foie Gras and Wild Mushrooms is a unique dish that I have only encountered here at Crystal Dragon. The skin is cooked perfectly crispy, in a way that resembles that of roast pork. If I did not read the menu, I would have thought that this was a roast pork roll instead of chicken.

The chicken roll is filled with sumptuous foie gras and then topped with wild truffles, symbolizing longevity. If life were always as indulgent as this luxurious dish, then I wouldn’t mind having a long and fruitful life.

Chinese lauriats usually have their fried rice course towards the end, but the Prosperity Menu gives this a big upgrade with the Wok-fried Shanghai Rice Cake Sliced with Selected Sea Food. The rice cakes symbolize safety and good fortune to sweeten the new year. But more importantly, they come topped with prawns, fish fillet and crab claws which are already peeled. That’s the ultimate sign of luxury, when they remove the shells from your crabs for you. The rice cakes are sweet and tasty, perfect to satisfy and fill our tummies.

We also got to try not just one but two amazing desserts. The Chilled Mango Puree with Vanilla Ice Cream was such a treat. I have eaten a lot of versions of mango sago, but this is the only one with Vanilla ice cream on top. The ice cream makes the mango sago so much more interesting and delightful. I will definitely have this one again.

This dessert looks as good as it tastes. The Three Flavor Chinese New Year Nian Gao Platter comes with Steamed Dried Shredded Coconut Nian Gao on the left, Deep Fried Rice Net Water Chestnut Cake in the middle, and Cashew Nuts Broken Red Bean Paste Pandan Roll on the right.

This is a great way of highlighting the different ways of preparing tikoy. The steamed version gives the tikoy a soft fluffy texture, while the fried tikoy gives it a crunchy outer shell. I like the pandan tikoy with its various flavor combinations.

Aside from dining at Crystal Dragon, there are many other activities that guests can join during the Chinese New Year weekend from January 27-29 at City of Dreams Manila. At The Shops at the Boulevard, a variety of fun-filled Chinese activities await like Fortune Tellers, Chinese Opera, Wushu martial artists, and many more. You can also catch the God of Fortune spreading angpaos, gifts and good cheer to guests while roaming around the integrated resort. The 24-hour casual Chinese dining restaurant Noodl8 offers special Chinese and Korean dishes for all of January and February. Café Society is also offering themed gift items like Tikoy, Mandarin Cake with Rooster Chocolate, macarons and pralines. For evening entertainment, guests can head to City of Dreams KTV’s elegant themed-rooms and sing to their heart’s content with special Chinese New Year ala carte dishes and unlimited Tsing Tao beer included in the package. So come over to City of Dreams Manila this weekend and let the Year of the Fire Rooster turn your fortunes into gold!

Crystal Dragon

Upper Ground Floor, Crown Towers Manila Tower 1, Aseana Avenue corner Roxas Boulevard, Paranaque City

691-7782 / 800-8080 www.facebook.com/CrystalDragonManila www.cityofdreams.com.ph

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