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destiny-islanders · 4 years ago

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Hey Destiny! Planning my first trip to WDW any advice :)

(I do hope you’re planning to go after the pandemic has been dealt with first off-- there are shops, restaurants, and certain experiences/shows that will be unavailable if you go around now-ish, and as far as I know they’re still charging full-price admission. So not only is it dangerous, it’s not worth it.)

But if you try and go next year sometime when life has presumably returned to normal...

If you can, stay on property!

Not a requirement obviously, but WDW has transportation that can get you to and from the parks so you don’t have to deal with the parking lots at the parks themselves. It’s also really nice as an adult to go to EPCOT and drink around the world without having to worry about who’s driving back

It also makes staying for the fireworks much less painful... Like it is excruciating to trudge back to your car after spending all day at the park and having to deal with the insane crowds leaving the park, and traffic in the parking lots...

Staying on property allows you to get Fast Passes and make dining reservations a whole month before other guests can. Which ties into my next point...

GET FASTPASSES AND DINING RESERVATIONS AS EARLY AS POSSIBLE

If you want to go to Magic Kingdom and go on the Mine Train, Space Mountain, and Splash Mountain with FastPass, you need to have them booked sooner rather than later. Find out when you can book FastPasses and get them the second you can.

If you couldn’t get FastPasses for it, get to the park when it opens and make a beeline to your #1 attraction

I live in Florida and I have an annual pass, so it’s not a big deal if I can’t go on my favorite rides because the lines are too long. But if you’re from out of state and this is going to be your only chance to go to Disney for the year or even YEARS, arriving early is a must

Trying to get on Rise of the Resistance (the fancy new Star Wars ride) in Hollywood Studios?

You need to be inside the park before it opens. Period. That is the only way to ensure you can get on this ride since it is insanely popular. Once inside the park, you need to use the MyDisney app to secure your place in a virtual queue. Everyone in your group needs to be registered on the MyDisney app or you will not be able to make a reservation for them. Once you’ve made the reservation, you’re free to roam the park as you will until it’s your turn to ride

Grossed out by crowded public restrooms? Use one in a sit-down restaurant.

Obviously please don’t bring your whole family into a restaurant to use its restroom. I’m talking like if one or two people in your group have to go. Just walk into the restaurant like you already have a table and go to the restroom in there. Though all of the restrooms at WDW are usually well-maintained, imo they’re even nicer in the sit-down restaurants haha. This tip is a little prissy but eh. Thought I’d include it

Disney snacks you are required by law to try

Magic Kingdom

Cheshire Cat Tail (Really yummy for breakfast while you wait in line for one of your first rides of the day)

Dole Whip Ice Cream (IT’S DAIRY FREE-- my fellow lactose-intolerant people can eat it worry-free!!!)

Sweet and Spicy Chicken and Waffle sandwich (Split with friends if you have lunch or dinner plans-- delicious snack to eat between rides or at a show)

GET A BIRTHDAY CAKE SCONE FROM THE CANDY SHOP/BAKERY!!! THEY ARE MY FAVORITE DISNEY TREATS AND I ALWAYS BRING LIKE 2 OR 3 HOME WITH ME

Animal Kingdom

Cinnamon roll (A classic-- and again, a perfect breakfast treat to share while you queue)

Night Blossom (Or its alcoholic equivalent-- really yummy slushies perfect to sip on in the outdoor queues in Avatar world)

Blueberry Cream Cheese Mousse (Need I say more? Yes it’s kind of dangerous if you can’t handle dairy though. Maybe steal a bite from someone’s just to experience life’s fleeting joys)

EPCOT

Adults who booze are obligated imo to get a Grey Goose Lemonade slushie in France. Tangy and sweet. COLD. Delicious.

Tarte aux Fraises (Honestly you can’t go wrong with anything in France... everything I’ve tried there is amazing...)

Giant pretzel (Not exactly a Disney-exclusive thing but... they’re humongous and a great snack to share with a group)

Side note while we’re in Germany-- there’s a little bar tucked into the corner near the back of this area. If you’re drinking around the world, go in there and get Apfel shots. Trust me I have good taste.

If they have them when you’re there... You need to get a meat bun in Japan. They are one of my favorite things to get at Disney Springs or in the parks when they’re available.

Hollywood Studios

(I’m not gonna lie this is not the park to get your snack on. There’s only one snack here I’m super passionate about...)

If you’re there around breakfast time (which you will be if you got there early for Star Wars), the S’mores French Toast in Toy Story Land is DELICIOUS. Just grab napkins. A lot of napkins.

Giant pretzel

This is not a recommendation, this is a warning: THE MILK IN STAR WARS LAND IS GROSS AND I HATED EVERY SECOND A DROP OF IT WAS IN MY MOUTH

Rides you should try to do while you’re in the park

Magic Kingdom

Space Mountain

Splash Mountain (I wear a poncho because I hate having wet clothes,,,,,)

I think Thunder Mountain is kinda lame but I guess it’s worth doing if the line isn’t terribly long

Dwarf Mine Train

Pirates of the Caribbean

Buzz Lightyear Space Ranger Spin (smacktalk in the queue and try to maintain your dignity when you get 9000 points and all of your friends have nearly broken 1 million)

Haunted Mansion

Mickey’s Phillarmagic

Animal Kingdom

Expedition Everest

It’s Tough To Be a Bug (this show will probably terrify your young children if you have any, just a warning)

Flight of Passage (I GUESS... none of the rides in the Avatar section of the park are worth a 2 hour wait if you ask me...)

Dinosaur (again, this ride will probably terrify your young children... I think it’s scarier than Jurassic Park at Universal if you can believe it)

Kilimanjaro Safari (get a Fast Pass for this one-- it’s probably one of the most popular attractions in AK)

Kali River Rapids (in which I once again don a poncho like a 50-year-old man)

Festival of the Lion King (corny as hell but it’s fun)

EPCOT

(If you’re not here to check out the exhibits in each country idk what you’re doing here haha)

Test Track (honestly the only ride I like there)

Spaceship Earth (yes it’s a slow dark ride but it’s really charming and there’s a bit at the end that will probably make you and your group cry laughing)

Gran Fiesta Tour (It’s hidden in the temple in Mexico. Cute little boat ride with Donald and the Three Caballeros)

Soarin’ (My friends and I have an endurance competition to see who can keep their legs held out straight the longest throughout the ride. We got some of the people sitting around us to join in the last time we rode which was pretty hilarious haha)

I’ve heard the Frozen ride is fun, but I’ve never ridden on it myself, so I can’t really comment on it

Note about Mission Space: I got really sick on this ride, and I rode the TAME version. Most of my friends also get sick on this ride. It’s worth trying once if you’re really curious, but I was knocked on my ass for half of my day at EPCOT after riding this one.)

Hollywood Studios

Rock ‘n’ Roller Coaster (A really fun ride but try to keep your head back or you will have a headache all day... Bring ibuprofen.)

Tower of Terror (Probably one of my favorite Disney rides in any park. Will most likely further terrify your small children who may still be traumatized from the bugs and dinosaurs of Animal Kingdom)

Rise of the Resistance (I don’t care about Star Wars but uh. Yeah. This ride was pretty dope.)

Smuggler’s Run (One of the more immersive rides I’ve been on... The ride vehicle is cool as all get-out and there are lots of buttons you can push and levers to pull... Blame one of your friends for being a bad pilot when you only manage to snag two pieces of cargo)

Toy Story Mania (exhaust yourself and make your arms really sore as you desperately try to exert your dominance over your friends as you pop balloons with darts and throw rings around volcanos before they erupt)

MuppetVision (I’m a Muppets ride or die fan and I still think this ride is charming and funny. There’s usually never a line so it’s a perfect break in the air conditioning with beloved characters)

Minnie and Mickey’s Runaway Railway (I haven’t gotten to ride this yet, but I’ve heard good things-- and the Mickey shorts this ride is based on are HILARIOUS, so I expect good things)

Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular (DISCLAIMER: Only really fun if someone in your group is selected to be one of the townsfolk. My sister got picked last time and it was hilarious)

Fantasmic! (I like all of the fireworks shows minus the Star Wars one in HS because I really don’t care but. Fantasmic stands out. You have to watch it at least once. Try to catch the first show if you can so you can avoid some of the rush of guests leaving the park at the very end of the night)

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kyuuppi · 4 years ago

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(Un)planned (requested)

Pairing: Orihara Izaya x Pregnant!Reader

Genre: fluff, a lil crack-y

Word Count: 4.9k

As you walk out of the hospital you can’t help but to feel as if you’re in a dream, as if nothing is real. The only thing tying you to reality are the freshly printed documents verifying your pregnancy that feel unnaturally heavy in your purse. The reality of the situation was easier to accept than you expected, really. You have been married for a while and you can recall several instances in which you two hadn’t been exactly safe with your escapades. Being pregnant is not something that bothers you either—you have always wanted to have children at some point in your life. The only problem, the only thing keeping you from feeling properly excited by the news is the father of the child itself—Orihara Izaya. It is not something the two of you had ever discussed and, knowing first hand just how dangerous his field of work as one of Japan’s best information brokers...well, you aren’t sure if you two could create a healthy environment for a child to grow up in. Providing love and food on the table was one thing, providing safety and security was another.

At the thought of food your stomach involuntarily grumbles. You didn’t realize just how hungry you are until now. You hadn’t eaten all day, the nervousness about the doctor’s visit having ruined your appetite. It is by sheer coincidence that you notice a familiar face only a few meters ahead entering the infamous sushi bar. You follow after him without hesitation.

“Welcome to Russia Sushi,” Simon greets with a grin.

You smile in return before sidling into the booth next to the blond man you had followed in.

“Hi, Shizuo,” you greet shyly. The man nods in acknowledgement, already looking over the menu.“Y/n,” he returns coolly, “how have you been?” His gaze suddenly darkens as his grip on the laminated menu tightens and you can already tell what he’s about to ask next.

“Has...the flea been treating you well?”

You have no doubt one word of complaint about Izaya would have Shizuo tearing the city apart to kill him. Shizuo was one of the first people in Ikebukuro you had met who you could call a “friend.” Although he wasn’t the type to frequent brunch dates and sleepovers to watch anime and gossip, he always made sure to greet you with a small smile, regardless of how his day was going, and had promised to protect you if you ever needed it.

It was already several months into your friendship when you had started dating Izaya and at first Shizuo had...not been happy, to say the least. To the blond, Izaya was incapable of genuinely caring about anyone but himself. There was always an interior motive and the people around him would always be in danger. After several long, long months of persuasive speaking on your part (naturally Izaya just got a kick out of teasing the man about your relationship rather than seeking approval), an official marriage to the man, and Shizuo seeing you still remaining unharmed through it all, Shizuo finally seems to accept your relationship—or at least tolerate it. However, you know one bad word about Izaya and Shizuo would be ready to kick his ass to Hong Kong on your behalf.

‘I wonder what he’d think about me not telling Izaya about the pregnancy.’ You mentally sour at the thought and physically shake your head to get rid of it.

“He’s been an angel,” you joke. Shizuo scoffs and you end up giggling as well. Regardless of disagreeing on just how bad Izaya is, you both know he’s far from an angel.

He had always been more curved horns and pointy tail than halo and wings...but you love him all the same.

Before Shizuo can verbally respond (likely with an insult about ‘the flea’), Simon appears behind the bar before you two, ready to take your orders. As usual, Shizuo places his order first so that you have a little longer to decide.

“I’ll take the natto sushi—” you can’t help but to shiver in disgust at the sound. “—and today’s special.”

You perk up at that.

“Special?”

Simon grins at your interest.

“Yes, today’s special is yummy drink, tastes just like Russian seaweed farms! Special is very good.”

The idea of a Rusian seaweed farm drink is moderately concerning but between Simon’s excitement and Shizuo’s unbothered look you decide to order it against your better judgement, along with some fatty tuna.

Izaya must really be rubbing off on you.

You and Shizuo share a few minutes of idle talk while you wait for your orders. He tells you of the most ridiculous people he has had to collect debts or protect Tom Tanaka from this month and your laughter has you forgetting about all of your pregnancy worries. You’ve completely relaxed by the time drinks arrive and you take a sip without hesitation.

“Mmm,” your eyes widen as you regard Shizuo, “this is actually really good!”

Shizuo offers a rare boyish grin before he sips his own pale green drink, watching you go in for more.

“Right? You can hardly even tell there’s any vodka in it.”

‘Vodka!?’

You gasp, accidentally inhaling extra liquid before you begin spluttering in panic. Shizuo quickly jumps into action, harshly patting your back but careful not to use too much strength. Half of the restaurant is looking your way in concern and even Simon looks like he’s just about to catapult himself over the bar to help you when you finally calm down and your choking is reduced to harsh pants while you try to catch your breath. You think most of the drink had been expelled in your coughing fit but you still feel queasy and anxious. What if it hurts the baby?

“Y/n, are you okay?’ Shizuo asks, hand awkwardly rubbing your back in an attempt to be comforting. “Are you allergic or something.”

“N-no, it’s not that I’m allergic but...I can’t have alcohol for a while.”

Shizuo raises a brow at that and you feel grateful that everyone seems to have returned to their own work by now, no longer staring at you. Simon has left the bar to attend to a customer in one of the private dining rooms, leaving you and Shizuo essentially alone in your corner of the sushi restaurant.

“Why can’t you have alcohol for a while? You used to love sake.”

He sends a teasing smirk with the last part, referring to an embarrassingly drunken moment you’d had a few weeks into living in the city. Shizuo had sworn to never bring it up again but clearly he paid that particular oath no mind.

“Well, um…”

You begin to fidget nervously. Originally you had no intentions of telling anyone about the baby but...Shizuo was a good friend, maybe your closest friend in Ikebukuro aside from Celty. You have no doubts he would be nothing but supportive and kind to you in a time when you need it most—that is, after he gets over the idea of another person sharing Izaya’s DNA being brought into the world, of course.

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone—not even Izaya. Especially not Izaya.”

Shizuo perks up at that, seeming interested in the prospect of you having something not even Izaya, your husband and the greatest information broker in all of Japan, knows about. Perhaps a small part of him would even relish in having something to keep from Izaya, some sort of “one-up” on the man.

“Of course,” he replies immediately, nodding.

You take a deep breath, bracing yourself.

“I’m pregnant.”

Everything seems to pause at your confession. Shizuo sits stock still and as the silence stretches on you begin to fear he didn’t hear and you’ll have to repeat it. However, before you can open your mouth to repeat those incriminating words, you’re startled by a sharp snap and look down to find the wooden chopsticks in Shizuo’s right hand broken in half. You trust him and know he would never hurt you but your heart rate still spikes and you tense in your seat, hand subconsciously resting over your stomach protectively. Shizuo's wide eyes follow the movement.

“Y-you're…" He finally stutters out. "...whose is it?"

You gawk, suddenly offended.

"Wh-who!? It’s Izaya's, you dumbass, who else!"

"I didn't want to make any assumptions!"

Your anger quickly dissolves into giggles at Shizuo's panicked expression and he visibly relaxes at the sound. There are a few moments of moderately comfortable silence between the two of you before Shizuo sighs and speaks again.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you've been married for a while now." His expression sours once he mentions marriage and you can tell he's internally reliving some of his worst encounters with your husband.

"I just can't believe there's going to be two of them now," he pouts. "That annoying piece of—"

"Hey," you interrupt, a teasing smirk on your face. "That's my baby daddy you're talking about."

Shizuo’s pales, looking like he'll throw up in disgust at any moment and you can't help but to laugh.

Maybe this whole pregnancy thing isn’t so bad.

. . .

You had been wrong—very wrong.

After your impromptu lunch with Shizuo, as you were walking out with your extra bag of fatty tuna to-go, it suddenly hit that you were about to go to the home you shared with Orihara Izaya pregnant with the unplanned child he knows nothing about. You nearly had a panic attack several times on the walk there as you mentally played through a multitude of scenarios of how to tell him and what his reaction might be. Izaya is involved in dangerous, illegal work—you can’t imagine a family and kids fits anywhere in that. You were lucky enough to have been asked to marry the man—there’s no way he would be ready for children as well.

‘Would he tell me to get rid of it?’

You had worked yourself so much on the way that by the time you arrived to the apartment you were mentally exhausted and barely managed to place the sushi in the fridge before you collapsed on the couch and turned on the television to zone out until Izaya came home.

A few hours later a sound at the front door jolted you to attention.

“I’m home~!” a man’s voice cheerfully booms from the entrance.

You silently pray to every god in existence that you can pull an Oscar-worthy act before plastering a smile on your face and standing to greet your husband.

“Welcome home, Izaya! I bought fatty tuna, it’s in the fridge.”

Izaya’s vermillion eyes seem to sparkle at that and he immediately makes his way to the kitchen after shedding his trademark faux fur-trimmed coat. That buys you enough time to contemplate your next course of action and how you will break the news to him. You know that, despite the fact he enjoys games and toying with others for as long as he deems entertaining, he expects direct answers from the people who work for him like Namie or Celty. But how could you possibly just outright say you’re pregnant right now? The man is humming to himself while stuffing his face with sushi right now for god’s sake—the mood is totally off!

“—Y/n?”

Your own name startles you out of your thoughts and as you blink to tune back into the outside world you find Izaya learning against the counter directly across from you, eying you with mirth as he holds the plastic container of sushi, nearly half empty by now.

“My, my. Someone seems a bit distracted today,” he taunts lowly. You tense at that, fearing he’s about to ask you what you’re thinking about.

Luckily, he seems to be feeling merciful today as he simply repeats what he was saying while you were zoned out, his tone back to almost childish glee.

“I was saying I met with Goto-chan today—y’know the one who was on ‘vacation’ for while—” he uses air quotes with the free hand not holding up the sushi and you can’t help but to smile at that, unhealthily endeared by this odd, dangerous man.

“—well turns out he has a kid now. He even brought her to our meeting with his gang; what terrible parenting~! Right, Y/n-chan?”

You gulp before barely managing a nod of agreement, suddenly extremely uncomfortable with the topic of conversation.

“I would never take my own young offspring to a place like that. Sometimes meetings end very badly, y’know~,” he continues on. You’re suddenly aware of the sweat collecting at your brow despite the moderate temperature in the apartment and you wonder if the panic is showing on your face.

‘He...he doesn’t know anything yet...right?’

There’s a beat of silence in which you two just stare at each other. Your face feels clammy and hot but you try your best to maintain a neutral expression while Izaya’s lips are curved into their usual smirk with a playful glint in his deep red eyes—along with something else you can’t quite read but somehow evokes a ball of dread to form deep within your gut.

A few seconds later and the moment is gone as Izaya turns away to dispose of the empty sushi contained and is rambling on about something else you don’t have the energy to even pretend to listen to as relief washes over your body.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch watching cartoons while Izaya works, not bringing up the topic of children again for the rest of the night. You decide waiting a little longer to tell him wouldn’t hurt—you just need some time to gather your thoughts and plan exactly how to tell him.

. . .

Somehow “a little longer” becomes “a lot longer” as every time you approach Izaya with a speech already planned, you look into his eyes and immediately chicken out. To make matters worse, you aren’t sure if you’re just being hyper-aware of all things related to children now or if the whole world is really out to get you but it seems babies are everywhere. A few days after that night you turned on the TV to watch something with Izaya only to find a pregnancy documentary of all things on which Izaya insisted you two watch because he wanted to “learn more about the development of his precious humans.” Another few days after that the two of you were on a rare evening walk together when a small, crying child approached the two of you claiming to have lost his mother while chasing a dog. Izaya unexpectedly took over the situation and handled it exceptionally well, diligently looking for the boy’s mother with you while keeping him entertained to the point he didn’t even want to say goodbye to Izaya when you two finally found his mother.

External factors like that made things a little more difficult for you as you attempted not to let your secret slip out but other factors were a lot more difficult to hide—such as your slowly but steadily growing belly and strange new mood swings. The former was easily remedied by electing to wear your looser more comfortable clothing. Izaya had never been a physically affectionate partner so you didn’t have to worry about him noticing your stomach in a hug or anything like that and he never pushed when you turned down his occasional sexual advances at night citing that you were too tired or had a stomach ache. Your mood swings and other hormonal changes, however, were not so avoidable.

The first time you had raised your voice at him—and over something so small as coming home half an hour later than he said he would—came as a surprise to both of you. After a moment of wide eyed staring from both sides he seemed to recover quickly though and teased you about missing him too much. A few times you had also spontaneously burst into tears for no apparent reason, to which he simply pulled you into his side and started telling you a random funny story about his adventures at work until your tears stopped.

But even with Izaya being so unintentionally helpful in keeping your secret, the pressure and guilt of constantly lying to your own husband and the man famed for knowing everything gradually eats at you day-by-day, hour-by-hour, and minute-by-minute until you are constantly seeking a relief from the stress. Sometimes that comes in form of finishing a whole box of chocolates, sometimes via napping for six hours straight, and sometimes through social media and chatrooms.

One Thursday afternoon you log in to the chat for the first time since finding out you’re pregnant, pleasantly surprised to see your two favorite members already online.

▶▶ [USER01] has entered the chat.

[Tarō Tanaka] Hello, User-san. Long time no see.

[Setton] we missed u User-chan.

You smile, instantly feeling better with the online presence of your friends.

[USER01] hey, guys. whats up?

[Setton] Tanaka-san was just talking about volunteering at the daycare.

[Tarō Tanaka] Ah, I just had some freetime…

[Setton] don’t be modest. ur really amazing Tanaka-san.

[Tarō Tanaka] Ahaha, really it’s nothing! I just played with some babies for a few hours...

[Setton] nonsense. don’t u think Tanaka-san is cool, User-chan?

You take a second too long to answer, suddenly feeling anxious by the reminder of daycares and babies. You wonder if you and Izaya will leave your own child at a daycare some day...if he even accepts the child.

[USER01] ah, yeah..very cool

[Tarō Tanaka] User-san are you alright? You seem a little off today, you’re usually more talkative...

[Setton] u know u can tell us anything. we’re friends.

You hesitate to type, your trembling hands hovering over the keyboard as you consider your options. On one hand, you feel guilty at the prospect of telling more people who are not your husband before actually telling Izaya himself. As the father, regardless of his reaction, he deserved to be the first to know. On the other hand, keeping these overwhelming feelings to yourself makes you feel as if you’ll burst at the seams. So much stress can’t be good for the baby.

[USER01] well, to be honest I’m….

▶▶ [Kanra] has entered the chat.

[Kanra] Yahoo~! (≧∇≦)/

[Kanra] What is everyone talking about today?? owo

[USER01] nothing much!! just the weather..it has been so hot lately!

[Tarō Tanaka] But it’s September…

[Setton] ???

[Setton] ah yeah, nothing much i guess...how are u Kanra?

[Kanra] Ehh~ What’s with this weird atmosphere!? I feel like everyone is keeping secrets from Kanra-chan! (●´^｀●)

[USER01] no way!! not at all! ah, its already this late? I have to get dinner soon, bye-bye!!

[Tarō Tanaka] It’s only 2 o’clock though...

▶▶ [USER01] has left the chat.

Your laptop closes with a resounding tap and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Izaya seems to have impeccably awful timing. You hate to think you were moments away from confessing your secret right in front of him and two mutual friends in a public chat room. You’re fairly certain that must be among the top ten worst ways to announce a pregnancy.

Frazzled, you head to the kitchen to make a snack.

After shuffling through the refrigerator for a few minutes, pushing aside suddenly unappetizing leftovers of Chinese take-out and pizza, you settle on sliced pineapple, kimchi, and a pack of microwaveable rice from the cabinet. Even you knew the combination was abhorrent in normal circumstances, but for the past few weeks you found yourself craving obscure combinations of food from ice cream drizzled with honey mustard to canned tuna and chocolate.

You are only a few bites in when you hear the familiar sounds of the front door opening and your husband announcing his arrival. The lanky man immediately slips into the kitchen to greet you with a small peck on the top of your head.

“I see my favorite little human is enjoying one of her...creations again,” Izaya comments.

When you look up you catch the split second of disgust on his features as he eyes your bowl before he quickly schools his expression back into something more neutral. You almost laugh.

“Do you want me to make you some?” You can’t help but to tease, trying your best to feign a serious expression as you ask.

Izaya looks mildly horrified before playing it off with a dismissive laugh.

“No thanks, I already ate.”

He gracefully breezes past you to make his way through the living room and to his personal office in the back where he make quick work of logging into his desktop. It is a usual occurrence—despite being home his work is never truly finished. He has to be flexible in his field, ready to gather new intel the moment it becomes available. It is strange to compare Izaya to anyone with a regular job but you often find yourself thinking he must really love his career if he invests so much of himself into it. You’re sure that by now he has done enough odd jobs to no longer need the money to live the rest of his life worry-free and yet he continues to work relentlessly, never taking a vacation day once in the years you’ve known him.

“By the way,” Izaya calls out, interrupting your thoughts.

“I have some things to take care of in Ōsaka this weekend. I’ll be back Sunday night.”

He glances up from his computer to send you a teasing smirk.

“Try not to get too lonely without me~”

You nearly choke on a piece of pineapple as you fluster, immediately denying his claim despite his obnoxious laughter drowning out your protests.

It is not until you lie in bed that night, trying to fall asleep, that you recognize this could be the moment you’ve been waiting for.

. . .

The next morning, after seeing Izaya off for the weekend, you grab your laptop and log into your nearly forgotten Pinterest account to look for cute pregnancy announcement ideas. With Izaya physically out of the house for more than 24 hours you feel the pressure of constantly hiding all clues lifted off your shoulders and you feel free to properly put something together that you hope will result in a more positive reaction from him than just blurting it out of the blue. You have to periodically remind yourself that this is his child as much as it is yours and he is just as responsible for creating it so that you don’t psych yourself out imagining him blaming you for potentially ruining his life.

A majority of the pins you scroll through are immediate no’s. They’re either way too corny or tacky and you highly doubt Izaya would appreciate the humor in a “thx for knocking me up!” sticker.

...Okay well maybe he would but you certainly wouldn’t.

By the twelfth page you feel exasperated. You’re almost tempted to just send him an “I’m pregnant” text right now to get it over with—at least you won’t be there to see his expression in realtime. That’s when you stumble upon the pin. You immediately click the little square before it loads into an image that takes up your full screen. On the image is a white marble background, likely a kitchen countertop, with a round white cake in the center with the words “we’re having a baby!” sprawled on top in purple icing.

It is simple, to the point, cute, and most importantly—cake.

Who doesn’t love cake?

‘Well, Izaya doesn’t really like sweet things that much…’

You mentally tell your self-conscious to shut up. A cake would be perfect.

With your mind made up, slam your laptop shut and get dressed to go to your nearest bakery and place your order.

. . .

On Sunday afternoon you pick up your cake from the bakery, only mildly embarrassed by the amount of times the owner bids you a “congratulations” and “your husband is lucky man!” When you make it back to the apartment and open up the blue pastry box on the counter everything suddenly feels very real. The cake itself is perfect—exactly like the picture you saw that day on Pinterest. A white buttercream base with beautiful purple letters spelling out “we’re having a baby!” in cursive. There are even small yellow flowers surrounding the edges, as suggested by the shop owner.

It looks absolutely delicious but you feel like you’re going to throw up.

According to Izaya’s text that morning he’ll be back within three hours from now and that’s when you’ll have to wordlessly hand him this cake and watch as his expression morphs into something you’ve likely never seen before.

‘What if he just abandons us?’

Your right hand unconsciously wraps over the now noticeable little bulge on your stomach. It’s too late to have second-thoughts, you reason with yourself, the longer you draw this out the worse it will be. You decide a quick nap would do some good to ease your nerves. You’ll set your alarm for half an hour from now then clean the apartment and put on some soothing cartoons until Izaya gets home. After gingerly placing the cake box in the refrigerator you shuffle up the stairs to the bedroom. You’re unconscious almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

. . .

When you peel your eyelids open you find yourself feeling more calm than you remember feeling after a nap. You stretch each of your limbs and wriggle your toes as you allow your foggy brain to properly wake up.The rays of light streaming through the blinds seem to radiate a comforting warmth to fight of the chill of the bedroom.

‘Wait...light!?’

A rush of panic overtakes your system and you scramble to find your phone on the bedside table, nearly screaming when you read the blaring white digits on the screen.

9:07AM

You didn’t just take a nap, you slept through the night.

Your head whips around to find the other side of the bed neatly made, just as it was when you climbed in bed yesterday. Maybe you still had a chance—maybe some unforeseen thing happened and Izaya had to spend an extra night in Ōsaka. You nearly trip and faceplant several times in your haste to rush downstairs and into the kitchen where you’d hid the cake.

Placing the cold box on the counter, your hands tremble lightly as they slowly lift the lid.

You heart skips a beat.

One perfectly sized slice was missing, leaving only a few crumbs in its wake.

You don’t even have time to have a proper mental breakdown before a door slams shut. “Ah, I see you’re finally awake~!”

Almost in slow motion your eyes slide from the cake to the tall black haired man holding a bag of what some distant part of your brain recognizes as breakfast from your favorite café. Izaya looks unbothered, irritatingly so, as if he had no idea of the inner turmoil you are currently experiencing.

“You must have been exhausted—you didn’t even stir when I came in last night.”

He has the audacity to exaggerate a pout as he whines, “it made me feel unwelcome, y’know~”

“Th-the...cake...” you barely manage to stutter out, struggling to make sense of the current situation.

“Hmm?” he hums, the smirk of his lips making it apparent he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Ah, yes, thank you for the treat~ I don't usually like sweets but this one was surprisingly delicious~!”

He begins to casually place his bags on the counter across from you and pull out the breakfast items, explaining nothing more and even humming a bit to himself as he works to sort the food.

God you want to punch him.

You swallow thickly to steady yourself before trying again.

“S-so what do you think about...it” you ask, awkwardly gesturing to your stomach..

"Hmm? Ah, the vanilla was good but there was a little too much icing—"

"NO DUMBASS, I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE BABY!” You finally snap, face bright red in anger.

Izaya only guffaws, laughing as if you had just cracked the joke of the century. You’re only split seconds from throwing the whole cake at him when his laughter finally dies down and he slides around the counter and to your side. He wraps his arms around your waist, hands gently resting on either side of your belly and you feel your heart flutter unexpectedly at the tenderness of the action.

“You’re so cute when you think you’re hiding something from me.”

Your breath hitches.

“Wh-what? What do you mean by that—” you desperately attempt to turn to face him but his hold keeps you firmly in place.

“I’ve known since day one~” he sing-songs, sounding annoyingly proud of himself. “I’m surprised you finally decided to tell me though. I was starting to think you’d wait until you went into labor and needed a ride to the hospital,” Izaya jokes. “No way,” you protest, “that’s literally impossible—there’s no way you could have known already.”

He moves one arm from your body to swipe at some frosting on the forgotten cake, bringing it over to your lips in an offering you accept without thinking, taste buds tingling at the sweetness.

“Silly Y/n—I’m an expert at planning, y’know? All those times we ‘forgot’ to use protection weren’t an accident~”

Your whole body seems to erupt in flames as a blush takes over your face. This time, you really do hit him.

“I-idiot!!”

#durarara #orihara izaya #izaya x reader #reader insert #durarara fic #drrr x reader #durarara scenario #durarara imagine #izaya imagine #izaya fic #unplanned

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minbbydoll · 5 years ago

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So Cold - 전 정국 (001)

↳ Genre : Angst

↳ Pairing : Cheating Husband!Jungkook x Mistress!Reader

↳ Description : Jeon Jungkook the man you dream to hold close to you as he tells you how much he loves you, a dream that will never happen though because he’s married to your best friend, you’ll only ever be a mistress to him. Someone who is so easily replaceable, he’ll never love you and you know it but you still can’t stop hoping for something more. You still can’t stop putting yourself through the heartbreak over and over again.

↳ Word Count : 3.1k

↳ Warnings : Cheating, self-hate, degrading words (mostly slut), praising kink, impregnation kink, unprotected sex, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, foreplay, daddy kink,

↳ A/N : This story will be based on the song So Cold by Ben Cocks, also feel free to leave comments I want to know what you think of this story.

(002), (003)

Oh, you can’t hear me cry.

You let out a faint broken smile as you made yet another excuse as to why you couldn’t go to lunch with your friend and his husband, as soon as you hung up the phone apologizing once more you let out a small shaky breath.

You don’t know how much longer you can keep this up, you can’t hide your affair with his husband much longer, he’s bound to find out. Yet here you were curled up in a ball, letting out a small stream of tears, upset that not only do you not have the man you love but that you can’t even face your best friend of years because of the terrible thing you’ve done.

Kim Taehyung the man who you love dearly, the man who as a child protected you from bullies, the man who would do anything for you and you vise versa, the man whose husband was cheating on him with you.

You so desperately wanted to end things with Jungkook but you couldn’t just do that, the thought of him not being by your side gave you major anxiety. You didn’t want to hurt your friend but you couldn’t stop indulging in your selfishness. You were a person who didn’t really need love but then Taehyung introduced you to Jungkook and you felt your heart flutter when he smiled at you, you felt your hand burn with desire just at his simple touch.

You don’t remember when it started but you remember how it started. You remember allowing these things to happen, you remember taking advantage of Taehyung’s husband. You remember how much it hurt when he left you and said he needed to get back to his husband, and most of all you remember how disgusted you were - no are with yourself for sleeping with Jungkook for the first time.

“Hey, are you just going to sit here alone all night?” You turned to be met with the man you didn’t want to see right now; Jungkook, you looked at him up and down and noted he looked really good in his simple black t-shirt and dress pants.

“Ha, no I’m just not really up for a dance for right now- hey, where’s Tae?” You hoped to distract Jungkook by looking around to try and spot his husband. Jungkook smiled at you, “Ah, Tae went upstairs to one of Jimin’s bedrooms, he said he wasn’t feeling well.”

You nodded and stood up from your seat, “Well I guess I’ll try and find a man to dance with.” You took out your wallet to pay for your drink but Jungkook grabbed your wrist. “Allow me [Name].” Jungkook took money out from his pocket and put it on the counter, “It’s not free though, come dance with me.” You let out a small chuckle and grabbed his hand.

The song that was playing was slow and very sensual, you felt Jungkook grab onto your hips, it was a small action but it made you gulp. “S-should we be dancing t-this close?” You could feel Jungkook’s grip tighten on your hips as he pulled you harshly against his chest, his breath fanned over your ear, “Don’t worry about it babe.”

Jungkook slowly and sensually rutted against you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he dove his head into your neck taking in a deep breath of your scent. You don’t know why you let it happen, you weren’t drunk, yet you still let him slam you against some random bedroom door. There was a clash of teeth, tongue, and lips. You weren’t drunk that one thing you’re sure of, you weren’t drunk, not on alcohol at least.

“Jump.” Jungkook growled out as he nipped on your ear. You let out a wanton moan as you felt his bulge against your sopping heat when you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Jungkook roughly threw you onto the bed, “G-Gukk” You whispered out a shorten version of his name and it only made him growl possessively as you looked so small and helpless.

You were practically dripping with arousal and it made him slip further into dom space. He ripped off the dress that seemed to be skin tight.

“Fuck, look at you baby, so fucking wet for me.” He tore off your panties and you didn’t care they were really expensive, you only cared about him being able to almost make you cum just be his voice.

Jungkook wasted no time and dove straight into your core, he licked up your arousal only to have it replaced by more. He wasn’t going to lie; you had a nice taste to you and he absolutely enjoyed eating you out.

“Mhm, all this for daddy baby, all this yummy pussy for me and only me, right?” Jungkook sucked on your clit making you whine.

“F-fuck yes, daddy it’s all for you and only you, I belong to you.” Jungkook peppered kisses on your clit, “My baby is cute, I’m so lucky, you want daddy to make you cum baby?”

You let out a strangled moan, “Yes please daddy, please make me cum, please, please- oh f-fuck.” You let out a small shriek as Jungkook dug his fingers into your thighs and roughly sucked onto your clit.

He didn’t even have to finger you to make you cum, “Oh baby, you came so hard and I haven’t even started yet.”

Jungkook stood up and unbuckled his belt, and he made eye contact with you as he stripped off his clothes. “Look at you slut, you want daddy’s cock, you want daddy to fuck you with his hard cock, tell me slut is that what you want?”

You nodded, “Yes daddy, please, I want your cock, I want you.” Jungkook stroked his cock a few times, “Such a good slut, you want daddy to fill you up even though he’s married, you want daddy to fuck you on someone else’s bed, such a filthy slut.”

You momentarily remembered he’s married to your best friend but quickly dismissed it when you realized you wanted him more than anything, and you won’t be able to stop yourself from indulging in your selfishness. “D-daddy please.”

Jungkook knew he had a condom in his pocket but he wanted to feel you, all of you, raw. “Only because my sweet baby asked so nicely.” Jungkook moved closer to you and peppered kisses on your chest.

He slid in so easily, “D-daddy, v-virgin.” He managed to understand what you meant, you were a virgin. “W-want me to stop,” in all honesty he didn’t even know if he would be able to stop, you were so warm and wet for him, so ready and he was absolutely ecstatic.

He was so glad you shook your head no. “Want you to take it, j-just slowly.” Jungkook nodded and slowly slid in, you grabbed onto his back and dug your fingernails into his skin. Jungkook isn’t a masochist but you tightening around his cock as he’s deep inside of you staying still while you dug your nails into his back has him wanting cum right at that moment.

It took everything Jungkook had for him not to ram into you and make you scream his name. “M-move please.” Jungkook took his time with you, and he didn’t want to hurt you, to you it was like making love instead of just sex, he was so gentle and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.

“F-fuck, you’re doing so good for me baby, so t-tight, such a good girl.” Jungkook sped up a little, he held onto your shoulders and thrusted into you quickly.

“Ah, Jungkook!”

Jungkook loved when you yelled his name, when you clenched around him, when you arched your back so he could hit deeper, so deep his cock kissed your cervix.

Jungkook moved his hand to rub your clit but before he could he felt you spasm around him, clenching and unclenching. “Ah, g-god, so good.” You squeezed him so tight you drove him straight to his own end. Jungkook didn’t slow down or speed up as you both rode out your highs.

Jungkook did cum inside you and when he pulled out there so much cum it spilled out of you, it ran down your thighs and onto the bed. “Mhm, baby you take daddy’s cock so well, you look so cute with my cum oozing out of you.”

You looked up from your knees as you heard your doorbell ring, “Pizza!” You grabbed your wallet from the coffee table and walked over to the door. You were greeted by a man that looked around your age probably a few years older. “Hello, that’ll be $20.89.”

You grabbed the money and 20 more dollars as a tip. “Oh ma’am, this is too much for a tip.” You shook your head and encouraged him to take the extra money. “Please, and don’t call me ma’am you look older than me, just call me [Name].”

He bit his lip and shyly took the 20 dollars, “You can call me Yugyeom [Name], please let me do something for you, this is too much.” You jokingly said, “Well, you could get me a boyfriend.” His eyes widened and he quickly nodded, “I have a friend who I think you would look really good with, I'll set you up just give me your number.”

You gripped onto the pizza, “Ah, I was just joking.” Yugyeom cutely tilted his head, confused, “But it doesn’t hurt to try.” You sighed, he’s right, I should try dating. You turned around and put your pizza on the coffee table. You grabbed a near by paper and pen. After writing your number down you handed him the paper and he thanked you before leaving.

You sighed disappointed just as you were about to take a bite your pizza, your phone dinged. You really didn’t want to check it but you did anyway, you very often hated your anxiety that pushed you to do things you didn’t want to because of your irrational fear of missing something important or being pushed out of your social group for not texting back.

[Gukk] : I need u rn, I don’t care what you’re doing I’m coming over. - 12:55am

[Name] : Okay, I have pizza for afterwards. - 12:55am

You put your phone and stripped off your clothes, you walked to your room and grabbed your silk robe that was laying down peacefully on your cleaned and recently made bedsheets.

You continued watching tv while waiting for Jungkook, only after 20 minutes did you hear your doorbell ring again. Jungkook slipped off his shoes as he stepped into your apartment.

“Mhm, baby are you all ready for me?” You stood up and walked over to Jungkook, “Yes daddy.” Jungkook slowly undid your robe and slid it off of your shoulders and onto the floor.

“Baby, how do look so much better everyday, how are you all only for me?” Jungkook kissed your shoulder as he continued complimenting you, Jungkook liked to have slow romantic sex with you. It wasn’t very frequent Jungkook was rough with you, only when he was impatient; this meant when he went too long without seeing you.

Jungkook dove straight into your lips, his thin plump lips devouring your own, his rhythm slow and sweet as usual. Jungkook’s hands roamed all over you, from your waist, to your naked breasts, to your face eventually ending in him roughly grabbing your ass cheeks.

“Baby, fuck I can’t believe I get you to myself, this sweet pussy only for daddy, this yummy ass only for daddy- fuck!” Jungkook let out a small shout of the curse word as he felt his cock getting way too hard in his way too tight dress pants.

“I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer baby, I need to get inside of you.” Jungkook rapidly and messily undid his belt buckle to slide his pants off, still in his boxers he felt a bit better than before. Jungkook palmed himself as the both of you continued to kiss with swollen lips.

Jungkook finally let go of your lips and grabbed your hand leading you from your living room to your bedroom, the room he was all too familiar with. Jungkook took his lips against yours once more until the both of you were on the bed.

Jungkook gave you a few pecks on the lips before trailing down to your neck. Jungkook’s previous marks already faded, his swollen lips worked on your neck making sure to make them as dark as possible.

You grasped onto his hair, his touch never ceased to amaze you. “You like that slut, you like me marking you.” You nodded, “Yes daddy, I l-love being marked by you, l-love being yours.”

Jungkook has always loved how easily you’ve submitted to him, the way his name falls from those precious pink lips of yours, the way you moan for him and only him.

Jungkook took one of nipples in his mouth, he sucked on your nipple as his left hand played with your other breast. “Ah Jungkook~ please.” Jungkook’s mouth left your nipple with a popping sound.

“Please what baby, tell daddy what you want.” You whimpered at his tone, “Want daddy’s cock please- oh please, w-want daddy to fuck me please.” You begged, he always likes when you beg and you know that.

“Do you deserve daddy’s cock, have you been a good girl?” Jungkook’s hands impatiently stroke his cock to prep him to enter your warm heat. “Yes, daddy, I’ve been such a good girl please, please let me have your cock daddy.”

Jungkook’s breathing was suddenly heavier, ever since he started having sex with you he gets this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach- wait no, ever since he met you the feeling started.

Jungkook shook his head and turned his focus back to you, he tapped your clit with his cock a few times before he first pushed in. He stayed still before coming out fully and pushing back in.

Jungkook does this to tease you and himself, he loves watching his cock go in and out of you, he loves watching you squirm when he teases you. “Daddy, please!” Jungkook couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he grabbed onto your hips and thrusted into you.

You were so wet it made him slip in so easily, you and him both let out a much needed moan. He could feel you tighten around him as he thrusted into you again.

“F-fuck, you take me so well, you just love getting pounded into by daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

Jungkook rubbed your clit with his free hand while the other tightly gripped your hip. “Answer me, slut!” Jungkook got rougher as he didn’t he hear a response, you tried to respond but the way he was fucking you, it was just too much.

“Y-yes.” You managed to squeak out a response just before you threw your head back as your eyes also started to roll back. Jungkook leaned down and sucked on you neck leaving more hickies.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You want my cum, you want my baby in you, tell me slut, do you want a perfect round belly full of my child?” You know Jungkook has an impregnation kink but what he was saying was actually very true for you, you do want his baby, you want a family with him.

“Yes, daddy please, please cum in me, I want- no need it please.” Jungkook went as deep as he could with his thrusts, your words only fueled his need to cum in you. “Only ‘cause my slut asked so nicely.”

Jungkook gave a few more thrusts before filling you with his seed, you both came at the same time. You were so fucked out you could only see white as you continued to clench and unclench around him.

Your head was thrown back and Jungkook knew this was a sight he wanted to continue seeing for the rest of his life. He loves fucking you so much, he pulled out his soft cock and rolled onto the bed next to you.

You finally came down from your high still panting, you turned on your side to look at him.

You turned on your side to look at him, “I still can’t believe you’re my first.” Jungkook softly smiled as he brushed your hair back, he let out a small hum. “Why?”

You shyly looked away from him, “Well call me crazy but I’ve always wanted my husband to be my first, not only my first during sex but my first during everything. First kiss, first boyfriend, first-,” Jungkook cut you off with a peck on your lips.

He didn’t want to hear anymore because his heart clenched at your words and he felt guilt not because he cheated on his husband but because he took away a part of you, you can’t ever get back.

But just as he pulled away he came to a realization, “Wait for your husband to be your first everything you would have needed to not have your first kis-,” he stopped as he looked at you in horror. He didn’t deserve to take your first kiss, he didn’t deserve to take your virginity. Oh, god I’m such a horrible person.

Jungkook snapped out of it when he heard his phone ding, he turned to look at it. “It’s Tae, I’ve got to go.” Jungkook stood up picking up his discarded clothes and placing them back on.

After taking away your virginity he just left you alone. What did you expect to be able to wake up next to him in the morning? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N he has a fucking husband and his husband is your fucking best friend.

You silently let your tears slide down your cheeks as you felt nothing but melancholy. Why couldn’t you just stay away from him, why do you feel this need to hold him tight and never let go?

You slammed your hand against your mouth to try and silence your whines and loud sobs, it was in vain as you couldn’t help but just sob louder.

The next morning you had breakfast with Taehyung and his husband, Taehyung couldn’t help but want to gossip with you. “So~ I heard my little Y/N got laid last night. How was it, are you gonna marry the guy?”

Your eyes widened as you took a quick second for your eyes to dart over to shook Jungkook. “T-Tae, I really don’t want to talk about it.” Taehyung tilted his head, “But why, you’ve always been so adamant about staying a virgin until you got married.”

You bit your lip as you looked up to Jungkook once more before turning to Taehyung, “People change their mind, is it so weird I did?” Taehyung nodded vigorously, “Yes, very no mat-,” Jungkook held onto Taehyung’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “Babe, maybe you should just leave the poor girl alone.” Taehyung nodded and hesitantly let go of the subject.

“I think I wanna see other people, Jungkook.”

(002), (003)

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts #bts smut #jungkook smut #cheating #jungkook angst #angst #taehyung #taekook

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xiaojuxiyou · 5 years ago

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Ghost

Today is my birthday!!! And I share a birthday with Seventeen’s Jun. So to celebrate his birthday and mine, I came up with a little story. Happy Birthday to Jun!

Warnings: Be prepared for the Cringe

Genre: Supernatural, Mystery, little teasing

Word Count: 1500

Like Birth. Like Death. Like Life. Nothing is certain. On my 23rd birthday, I didn't expect to die. On the 3rd anniversary of my death, I didn't expect to meet him. I did not expect him bringing me back to life.

Humans think we wander around haunting places, scaring people. No. Like humans, we live day by day waiting for our time to come. When we get separated by birth. The few times when humans and ghosts meet happen by coincidence. Most times when that happens, humans don't know that we fall ill. After that no one knows what happens to us. Rumors are we disappear into thin air or get taken to another world worse than ours. I always wondered. Little did I know I would find out very soon.

"Happy Death Day!" I cheered, raising my glass up.

Jenna bumped mine with hers.

"Yay!" she shouted.

We chugged down our glasses of intoxication. Lightning struck followed by the booming thunder. I groaned, setting my cup down with a clunk.

"Why did it have to rain on my death day?" I complained, "I wanted to go out."

Jenna rolled her eyes and stared blankly at the table. A knock sounded at the door. Annoyed, I head to the door. With caution, I opened it just a crack peeking out. In front of me stood a tall man, ruffling his hair with his fingers, shaking his head to dry it. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. My eyes wandered lower, to the soaking wet shirt that hugged his body in all the best places. Through the thin white fabric, his perfectly toned abs could be seen. My mind went off to crazy places, thinking of all the things I could do. That was until he cleared his throat, bringing me back to reality.

"Yes?" I looked up catching his eyes.

"It's storming out here, may I come in to dry myself?" he tugged on his shirt, pulling it away from his stomach.

I gulped trying to hide my blushing cheeks. It was probably the effect of the alcohol getting to me, I wanted to touch him so much. Biting my lip, I opened the door moving aside to let him in.

"Thanks." his soft voice filled my ears, his sleeve brushed my arm, seducing me, "You're alone?"

Locking the door behind me, I turned to him in surprise at his words. In fact, I was alone now with no idea when Jenna left or why. This was dangerous, a man and woman alone in an abandoned house in the middle of a storm. Taking a deep breath, I went over to the closet and handed him a towel.

"The restroom is over there; you can dry yourself in there." I pointed to the restroom.

He went in and I heard the lock clicking. Only then did I remember the lock was broken. I held my nails against my cold ears, it was something I did when I felt stupid. Sitting on the edge of the table, facing directly to the restroom door, I stared at it. The heavy wind from outside blew through the restroom window, blowing the restroom door open just a crack. Enough for me to see.

His shirt hung on the rail, flowing in the wind. The towel in his hands, gently patting his hair to dry. His eyes closed as he turned toward me. Light reflected off his wet abdomen, highlighting his perfectly toned abs that looked like a bar of chocolate. Smooth delicious milk chocolate. How good would it taste on my lips?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His sudden words startled me.

My body reacted in the most extra way ever, causing me to jump off the table and landing in front of him. My lips pressing onto his collarbone, my hands against his chest. The scent of him filled my nose. My heart jumped out of my chest, hearing his unsteady breathing as he froze in place. My hands fell lower, touching his milk chocolate abs. My eyes widened feeling his warmth.

"You..you're not..." I pushed him away in fear for my life.

I felt a rush of hotness flush through my body as I backed away. The fear of the unknown filled my thoughts. I didn't know what to expect, what was going to happen to me after this? Unlocking the door, I ran out, stumbling over the shoes. How was this possible? That a human can see me in such normal circumstances?

"Wait!" he ran after me, grabbing onto my wrist.

I looked to our hands. How is he holding onto me? I raised my head, staring into those gleaming dark eyes looking as sweet as pools of chocolate. They held onto mine for only a few seconds, but I was caught. Within seconds, I was willing to do everything for him.

"Go back inside, it's raining hard, you'll get sick." he pulled me back into the house.

Gaze sinking to the ground, I shut my eyes, whispering to myself,

"That's what will make me sick."

Picking up the towel that fell when he came after me, he threw it onto my head patting my hair to dry it. I looked up to see him looking down to me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, no need to be so afraid." he smiled, "I'm not a bad person."

That I could tell. But he doesn't know, I'm not even a person. I whined thinking to myself how he might react if he found out. Should I tell him?

"I'm Wen Junhui, you can call me Jun."

His lips look so delicious. My eyes watched as he spoke and smile.

"What's your name?"

"Haneul."

"Haneul." He repeated.

I loved the way the tip of his tongue lightly touched his top lip as he said my name. I loved how my name sounded coming from his lips.

"You're feeling a little warm." Jun placed the back of his hand onto my forehead.

He was hot, standing in front of me, shirtless.

"I don't give a shit that I don't even know you." I grabbed the waist of his pants, gently pulling him closer to me.

Heck, if I was going to die again, I might as well go without regrets. The towel in his hands dropped to the ground in response to our lips brushing ever so lightly. The wind swirled around us, the heavy raindrops drummed against the window, his heartbeat matching. His breath mingled with mine as he pulled me closer this time, his hand caressing the back of my neck. I giggled; I was ticklish. I was brought back to reality, once again. This is not supposed to happen.

"This is dangerous." I pulled away, a little too late.

Jun pushed me against the table in the next second.

"I want you." he held back, surprised at his own powerful desire that seemed to make no sense at all.

I could see the confusion in his eyes as he questioned himself, but eventually giving in. Those soft yummy lips pressed onto my collarbone, making me tremble.

"You don't understand." I tried fighting back my own desires, "I'm not human."

He paused, raising his head to stare into my soul.

"Then you must be an angel," Jun whispered, "why do I want you so bad? I don't understand."

Jun leaned in closer with his eyes closed. I brought my hands up to cover his cheeks, pushing him away.

"No, I'm a ghost..." I managed to blurt out before I felt his body give out on top of me.

His body over mine was so heavy, I had to muster up all my energy to push him aside. Catching my breath, I sat up before turning to him. He was completely unconscious, his body trembling. Turning him to face me, I could feel the heat from his body. He was burning up. Curling up into a ball, he mumbled unclear words.

"I told you this was dangerous," I covered his chest with the towel, "not just for me, but us both."

Moving away from him, I sat in the corner, curling into a ball as I stared at him in worry. It was all my fault that he was like this. What took over me? Tears began falling from my eyes feeling guilty about what I had done.

A current ran through my body and I felt my heart being pulled out of my chest. Sweat covered my body as I heaved. What’s happening to me? I felt hot. Needing the coldness, I ran out the door into the pouring rain that seemed to grow heavier by the minute. Wind howled through the rain like a wolf howling at the moon. Fire burned through my body. Screaming in pain, I ran faster, farther until the river below was in sight. Without a choice, I dove in. Everything went black. Is this what happens after death? Just nothing? Blackness?

#HappyJunday #Happy Birthday Jun #Seventeen #Seventeen Jun #kpop scenarios #Mystery #teasing #fanfiction #Supernatural

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princessvicky01 · 7 years ago

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10 Questions Ask Meme

Rules:Answer 10 questions and then come up with another 10 questions for the people you tag!

Was tagged by the wonderful @galadrieljones and @fereldenpeach so this is gonna have 20 questions (because they’re awesome and I couldn’t resist)

@galadrieljones questions

Favorite small town? Real or fictional. - I guess where I grew up. On the outskirts of London, very cockney, not all that exciting, not very upper market, very urban, but it doesn’t matter how long I've been away, going there always feels like going home.

Video game or DLC you’re most looking forward to right now? (sans DA4) - Red dead redemption 2 - being a cowboy again! I love the first one, its a game I’ve played over and over.

Favorite fictional world? (i.e.: Middle Earth, Thedas, etc.) Why? -Thedas because of a) Cullen Rutherford b)Dragons! and c) the variety of cultures and environments

Where/what was the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had? If you don’t drink coffee, what’s the best meal you’ve ever head? - I don’t do coffee, however my mum’s cups of tea are still my favourite. Meal has to be this Chinese buffet we used to go to when I was young, my grand parents knew the owners and we would get all this extra home made not on the menu stuff which was delicious.

Where/when do you do your best daydreaming? When walking my dog I think, out in the open countryside, have some awe inspiring scenery which sets me off. That and in the shower/bath, late in night at bed, oh when travelling long distance, when sun bathing- basically always day dreaming.

Favorite TV show right now? Definitely Game of Thrones.

Is your canon Inquisitor reluctant about their power, or do they embrace it full-force, or something in-between? Annabel is a bit all or nothing, once she realises the anchor is there to stay she fully embraces it.

What’s the best purchase you’ve ever made? My dog Max - he’s my baby and they say money can’t buy happiness! Cleary they never bought a Cocker Spaniel.

Favorite or go-to clothing brand/designer/store? I don’t really have one? My clothes come from everywhere and are not designer or branded, I’m too cheap for that!

Are there any popular TV or video game character arcs that really bother you? How would you change them, if you could? - Yes Buffy and Angel, why oh why did they not end up together in the end? Its been years but I’m still not happy they never got the happy ending they should have. Never going to be over it.

@fereldenpeach questions

If you could trade places with a fictional character for a day, who would you pick and why? - My Inquisitor, Annabel, because of Cullen of course!

What’s your favorite vacation memory? - Meeting the Teen Age Mutant Ninja Turtles (plus their van) universal studios in Florida when I was five. I was over the moon, squealing, jumping around like crazy! The whole holiday was amazing.

What’s your go-to alcoholic beverage? Don’t drink? What’s your favorite smoothie or milkshake? Hmmm probably Disaronno on the rocks. It has a lovely after taste and is so yummy.

When did you have your first kiss? Oh err, not to proud of this one, I was 15, it was one summer hoilday with a boy whose name i can’t remember! It was all teeth and awkward as hell.

Who was your first fictional crush and why? Angel, from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I was a young teen and fell madly in love with the original moody vampire with a soul. And i even got to meet him in person! Got his autograph and a framed photo still in my bedroom. I went to conventions, run fan clubs online, role played online and wrote short fan fics of this wonderful man.

What’s your favorite Dragon Age mod that you use? Don’t use mods? What’s your favorite outfit from the game’s options? - Don’t use mods but I love the long full length leather jackets (maybe that’s a left over from Angel!) also the grey warden armour.

What (or who) was the gateway to joining the DA fandom on Tumblr? I don’t really know? I started feeling a bit better mental health wise, i was writing fan fiction and wanted to reach out to people I guess? I was madly in love with Cullen, and could see nice, like minded people here. I used to secretly lurk around blogs like @cantkeepmyeyesoff @cute-ellyna @cullenstairshenanigans @stregatadallostregatto and @romancingcullen until I was finally brave enough to make a blog myself, as a place to store all their lovely Cullen stuff...then I just got more obsessed.

Name three things you absolutely can’t live without and tell us why. My other half, he is just that, I’m not sure we’re two separate people anymore! Animals, that is my pets, I’ve always needed animals around in my life without them I get very depressed. Tea! Proper cups of tea with milk and sugar, I’m not sure I could give it up for anything.

When did you first start playing Dragon Age? Which game did you start with and have you played all of them? I think about 2010/11 with DA: Origins. Was after finishing university and being board/looking for a job, my other half bought it second hand and recommended it. That was it, met Alistair and fell in love! Got DA2 a little while after it came out (once it was cheaper basically) grew to love the characters so much the shitty lack of maps didn’t bother me after a while. I pre ordered DA:I as soon as I was able too and got it on release day, paid full whack but no regrets!

What’s a project you’re really proud of? Probably my WIP original fiction that I’m still writing, its 160,000 words, has taken nearly 3 years, and countless edits/drafts. It has become its own little world which I’ve watched the characters and me as a writer evolve in. I’m so worried about trying to publish it, its like my ugly baby who i love despite its flaws!

Wow that took ages! Enough about me, here’s my 10 questions:

1) What was your first pet? If you’ve never had one is their one you would like?

2) If you could only replay one game forever, what game would it be?

3) What was/is your favourite subject at school?Why?

4) Do you prefer to be too hot or too cold?

5) Do you have any hobbies? If not is there any you want to try?

6) Whats your favourite restaurant/eat out food - Italian, Chinese, Mexican ect

7) Mages or Templars? Why?

8) Favourite film/movie genre?

9) Whats your spirit animal/daemon aka the one that represents your personality?

10) Cullen Rutherford shows up at your house. What do you say/do?

Ok so i’m tagging @inner-muse @elevanetheirin @windysuspirations @gugle1980 @inuy21 @kawereen @kierarutherford @puppypopcornpizza @ladydragon1316 @whiskeyeyedcullen

#ask meme #about me #not da

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diddlesanddoodles · 8 years ago

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DUMPLING (g/t fantasy)

CHAPTER TWELVE

She had the feeling that perhaps it would be wise to be somewhat, even just a little, concerned about her current state and its potential ramifications, but whatever had been put into her tea was making her feel just so fantastic and dandy, she was having a difficult time caring.

Her muscles demanded to move, her mind was abuzz, and she just wanted to run around and find a big hill to roll down. But since she found herself in the tunnels inside a giant castle, she did the next best thing. Running to one wall and pushing off from it and running to the other wall in a vaguely zig-zag pattern. Jae was muttering to himself behind her, but she mostly ignored him, not understanding what he had to be so glum about.

Why wasn’t he having as much fun as she was? Maybe he should have put some of that purple stuff in his tea too.

“Turn right,” Jae instructed when the came to a new corridor. She hoped into the new tunnel with a laugh and heard him curse and mumbled behind her. “...what the hell was in that potion?”

“I do not know!” Nenani replied, twirling in place. “But it’s fun!”

“So fun,” Jae replied sarcastically and shook his head. “Especially when Farris sees you.”

When at last they reached the door to the kitchens, Jae stopped her and placed his hands on both of her shoulders to keep her still. He looked at her with a serious expression. “Okay, kiddo. Here’s the thing. I’m gonna pop in first and...explain things. I need you to stay inside here for a bit...and try not to bounce away. Can you manage that?”

“Okay!” she giggled.

Jae glared at her dubiously and hung his head, resigned. “Alright,” he breathed. “Here goes nothing.”

He pushed the door open just a bit and slipped through. The smell of food wafted in through the crack, the familiar and increasingly comforting smell of bread and cooking meat. She was mildly surprised at her lack of appetite. Usually she was starving by now. Maybe it had something to do with the potion?

After a moment, Nenani heard Avery’s voice call out, muffled by the door. He sounded annoyed.

“There ya are! Dammit, Jae. Cuttin’ it a bit close ain’t ya?”

“Wait a bit,” said Kol. “Where’s the Dumplin’?”

“O-okay,” began Jae, stammering. Not a great start. “So...I can explain.”

There was a series of rapid shifts, the squealing of wood on stone, and several angry stomps.

“Where is she?” Avery sounded very unhappy.

“First off: don’t get your pants all in a twist. She’s perfectly fine!” Jae was not very good at keeping the panic out of his voice.

“Again, lad,” Avery growled. “Where. Is. She?”

“Just here,” replied Jae, his nerves beginning to show in earnest now. “But...you should know. She’s a bit more...bubbly than before.”

“If you don’t bring her out right now,” growled Avery. “Yer gonna become intimately acquainted with the inside of a roasting pan, ya little fucker.”

Jae scrambled back inside the tunnel and grabbed Nenani by the arm and pulled her close. “Do me a favor and convince them not to eat me, please? I’m very allergic to being dead.”

“Okay!” she giggled and then wondered why Jae was not laughing at his own joke. It was a good one.

Jae pushed her through the door, standing behind her as though she were some sort of shield. Both Avery and Kol were standing near the hearth mantle, their angry and worried faces filtering away once she stepped into view. Bart was hanging back at the far end of the table with Herit and Quinn, arranging plates and breads onto trays and such. Several well dressed footmen stood nearby. They had all paused in their work to watch. Nenani waved at them.

“So what’s all the fuss over?” Avery said. “She looks fine.”

“Right!” Jae agreed with alacrity. “She’s perfectly fine. See?”

Nenani giggled and raised her hands above her head. “Jae says that you please not eat him because I am fine!”

Kol’s face dropped into bewilderment and Avery quirked an eyebrow.

“Uh-huh..?” Avery asked. His expression was very funny. Nenani snickered, covering her face and bouncing on her heels.

“I mean...uh,” she said, “I don’t know what I mean. But don’t be mad at Jae!”

“...you feeling alright there, Dumplin’?” Kol asked, real concern peppering his voice. “Ya seem a bit...loopy.”

“I feel,” she said, her light bouncing turning into a spin. “...great! Oops...” Her foot met empty air and she fell off the mantle. Thankfully Kol’s reflexes served him well and he reached out and caught her.

“FUCKIN’ SHIT!” Avery cursed.

Kol looked down at the breathlessly giggling human girl in his hands and then up to the very alarmed young human standing stiff on the mantle with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open in shock. “IS SHE BLOODY FUCKING DRUNK?!”

“NO!” Jae yelled, matching the baker’s volume. And then paused, seeming to consider it. “Actually...”

“YOU GAVE HER ALCOHOL?”

“No! Maevis did!”

Both Avery and Kol looked horrified. “WHAT?!” they chorused.

“Ugh, what I mean is – Fuck. No! It’s wasn’t alcohol! It was a potion!”

If there was any way of calming the two giants down from their fury, that was certainly not the right way to go about it. Avery looked like he was trying very hard not to break something and Kol was starring flaming daggers at the young human.

“Why... the fuck,” he said. “...did that loony old git...give the Dumplin’... LOOPY JUICE?!”

Jae opened his mouth to defend himself but only managed to stammer out a string of nonsense. So Nenani decided to help out.

“I was sleepy and Maevis was nice and put some pretty purple stuff in my tea to make me not sleepy,” she explained. “But it made the tea taste gross and kind of ruined it. Maevis makes really yummy tea!”

Kol shifted his grip on her and held her up to his face, conflicting emotions shifting his expression from worried to very mad to something along the lines of possible amusement.

“He’s also gonna get a right arse kickin’,” Avery growled and then turned to Jae who had been trying to disappear through the door. “Oi! Where’dya think yer goin’? Yer gonna explain this shit to Farris ya fucker!”

Jae leaped into the tunnels with a yelp with Avery reaching an arm in after the human. “No I’m not!”

The giant cursed as he pulled his arm out, sans human, and angrily slammed the stone door closed. He turned to face Kol and shook his head as though in shock. “I’m gonna kill ‘im. I mean it. I think I’m actually pissed enough to kill ‘im this time.”

“Get in line,” Kol muttered. They were distracted from their anger by the sound of Bart loosing his composure and laughing loudly from the other side of the table.

……………………………

“I got it!” Kol exclaimed, clapping his hands. He and Avery were standing side by side at the table with Nenani standing between them on the table’s surface, pulling and twirling Kol’s apron strings. “Okay, so she’s all hyped up on magic loopy juice, bouncing around and giggling like a fucking idiot.”

“Yup.”

“And we need her to not be all hyped up, bouncy, and giggly, right?”

“Right.”

“So, we burn off all that energy, tire her out. Before Farris comes back.”

“Brilliant idea,” drawled Avery with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Why did I not think of that?”

“Shuddup and fuckin’ watch,” Kol snarled. He tilted his head down to see Nenani spinning his apron strings, laughing to herself. He gently pulled the strings from her hands, ignoring her disappointed moan, and bent down to peer at her. “Okay, Dumplin’. We’re gonna play a game, alright?”

She nodded, bouncing up and down. “Okay. I like games.”

“Good! Looks like you enjoy that bouncing quite a bit as well, aye?”

“Yup!”

“Fantastic. So here’s the game: I want to you bounce for as long as you can without stopping.”

“Okay. I can do that!”

“Some rules though: You cannot stop until you reach one thousand bounces or ya lose. That’s rule one. Understand?”

“One thousand. Got it.”

“Good. Now, the second rule – and this is very important – ya gotta stay on the table. If ya fall, ya lose. And...probably die. But you’re not gonna fall off the table, right?”

“Nope!”

“Because you wanna win the game right?”

“Yes!”

“And if ya do win….uh, Quinn and I’ll make ya yer very own sweet roll. Just fer ya. How’s that sound?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Because the game starts now.”

“Okay!”

“And ya gotta count out loud.”

“Okay! One...two...three...”

Avery was pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen...”

“Well, stupid’s all we got, so snap yer yapper.”

Bart was still laughing at them from the other side of the kitchen.

…………………………………………………………….

Farris and Yale walked down the short steps and into the kitchen, carrying the spoils of their outing to the markets, to a very peculiar sight. Footmen and servants were actively taking away the platters and bowls for the upstairs’ dinner service, but the majority of the kitchen staff, those who should have been getting the kitchen cleaned and cleared, were clustered around the far end of the long table...counting out loud.

Bart was hanging back near the wall next to the archway, chortling quietly to himself and wiping a hand down his beard. When he saw Farris and Yale come down, he just shook his head at their questioning expressions, grinning. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”

“Good or bad?” Yale asked.

“Can’t rightly say,” he replied. “But it’s funny.”

Farris’s tired face sharped under narrowed eyebrows. The Spice Master and his assistant made their way to the table to see for themselves what everyone so curiously counting aloud. Nenani was jumping up and down, her face flush with exertion, while those gathered around her counted each jump.

“...one thousand two hundred forty five...one thousand two hundred forty six...one thousand to hundred forty seven...”

Farris’s green eyes searched for Avery, finding the black haired man standing behind Kol, looking as though he were suffering from a headache. He caught the Spice Master’s eyes and gave a helpless shrug in response.

“I have no idea how to explain this,” he replied.

“Well someone’s gonna be wantin’ to tell me why yer all standin’ around when there’s plenty of work to be done,” Farris said, a vaguely warning growl creeping into his words. He looked down at the still happily jumping human child who, when she saw him, waved. “And what the fuck is the lil’un doin’?”

“Trying to tire her out. She made it passed one thousand and she’s still goin’,” Kol said blankly, as if the idea had made had fried his brain. “She should be spent, but nope. She’s barely winded. What the fuck was in that tea?”

Farris’s growing annoyance exploded into outright anger and he growled, suspicious eyes looking back down at the bouncing human girl. “What was in what tea?”

“Jae came by,” Kol explained in the same blank manner, not seeming perturbed by the very unhappy man standing nearby. “Took the Dumplin’ to visit Barnaby. Maevis gave her something to keep her from noddin’ off, or something like that. Now she can’t stop bouncin’.”

“And Kol said he’d make me a sweet roll if I made it to a thousand!” Nenani replied, sounding only a bit out of breath and in high spirits. A bright smile was plastered across her flushed face. “If I make it to two thousand, does that mean I get two sweet rolls?”

“She made it passed a thousand,” Kol was saying in disbelief. “I wasn’t even sure she could count to a thousand!”

Yale had been oddly silent beside him and the younger giant’s copper eyes drifted to Kol and down to Nenani and back to Kol as the baker explain. And then he burst out laughing, covering his eyes with one hand and head shaking. His hand lowered to try and muffle his laughter, but one glance at Nenani had him giggling like an idiot. Farris was not so amused and drew a hand slowly down his face in exasperation, shaking his head.

“Do I fuckin’ stutter?” he demanded of the room, shooting an accusing glare at Avery. “When I say watch the Dumplin’, I mean keep yer fucking eyes on ‘er! Don’t go pawning ’er off to someone else!”

“Figured she’d be safer,” Avery replied. “And I could actually get some work done.”

“Are you trying to add another day to pit duty?” Farris growled. “Or are you really that fuckin’ stupid?”

“The whole point of me watchin’ ‘er was in case Thrist came lookin’ fer ‘er,” Avery replied in his own self defense. “Which he did not. A little disappointed actually. But if he had come by, her not being here was a better plan.”

Farris listened to Avery’s retort with his arms crossed. When he was done. Farris gestured down to Nenani. “This be that better plan then, is it?”

“Maevis slippin’ ‘er loopy juice was not part of the plan,” Avery replied hotly. “Seriously, how do ya even account fer that possibility?”

Yale was still giggling helplessly, but he seemed to finally catch his breath. “This is the stupidest thing I have ever seen.”

“That’s what I said!” Avery said, irritated by the whole ordeal.

…………………………………………

Yale was left to watch Nenani as the others dispersed to go about their work cleaning up the kitchen and getting everything ready for their own supper time. Bart helped Farris put away the things they had bought at the market and seemed to do his best to convince him not to murder Avery. Because after all, it was a better idea of sending Nenani up to the library to spend the day with possibly the least dangerous pair of folks in the entire castle. Lolly was more dangerous than they were. So long as Maevis kept his magic to himself.

Kol had declared that Nenani had won the game so she could stop counting, but she continued to bounce, much to Yale amusement. She told him about visiting the library and how Maevis had been able to tell her with definitive assurance that was she not cursed, which she was very happy about. And she told him about the shrinking tea cups.

For a small bit of time, as Nenani would jump up, Yale would catch her, bringing a broad smile to his face as the little human giggled. He would let her drop the small distance back onto the table top and they would repeat the process. Over and over as the kitchen staff all gathered for a well deserved meal. Nenani noted that it was the first time since she had been there that dinner was not some sort of soup or stew. Sausages with hot mustard and potatoes. The sausage as long as she was tall, she noted with amusement.

“She doesn’t seem to be any worse fer it,” Yale said as Farris sat heavily into his chair at the head of the table, his knuckled turning white as he gripped his mug of ale. A small cup of some dark liquid sat beside him.

He took a long drink from his ale before replying. “We’ll be seein’ the truth a’that when she crashes.”

“What do ya mean?” Yale asked as he caught Nenani again, looking down at her with a smile as she squealed in delight. “When the potion wears off?”

“Aye. I know the potion he gave ‘er. Know it very well. Use to practically live off th’damn stuff when I was about yer age,” Farris replied acidly. “She’s gonna crash. And hard. Best be belivin’ me, boy. Ain’t gonna be fun fe ‘er and she certainly won’t be laughin’.”

Nenani was having far too much fun to really pay attention to Farris’s warning. Everyone was settling down to eat, their eyes still filtering to her every once in a while. She left Yale alone so he could eat in peace and Nenani came up with a game of her own. Which was to run down the length of the table, tagging everyone’s mugs. Gjerk tried to lift his out of the way, but she managed to tap it anyway. On her third pass down the table, a curious feeling came over her. A tightness in the pit of her stomach that quickly turned into an ache. Her limbs began to feel heavy and her chest started to hurt. The smile that had been perpetually plastered on her face for several hours fell and she stopped in the middle of the table, her arms coming to cradle her increasingly sour feeling tummy. She turned around to face Farris, finding the Spice Master staring at her knowingly.

“Done already?” he asked.

“Uh-huh” she said, miserably. “I...I don’t feel so good.”

“Don’t suppose ya do,” he replied, beckoning her over with a crook of his finger. “C’mere, Dumplin’.”

She grumbled, holding her middle as she ambled unsteadily back towards the other head of the table. She stumbled and tripped, but Yale was quick to catch her before her face met wood.

“Easy there,” he said gently. “Yer looking a lil’ green ‘round the gills.”

She groaned in response.

“Give ‘er here, Yale,” Farris instructed. Yale carefully passed her to the Spice Master who gently sat her down beside him, keeping one hand on her back and pushing the small cup of something to her face. “Drink.”

Farris held the cup up for her to drink from as it would have been far too large for her to pick up herself. She sniffed it and pulled her head back with a groan, her stomach roiling. She could smell the bitterness.

“Not gonna be repeatin’ myself, Dumplin’,” warned Farris, but there was no real heat to his tone. The cup edged further into her vision and she obediently leaned forward and took a big gulp of the dark liquid. It was incredibly sweet, but all that sweetness could not mask the very familiar taste of Cayne leaf. She sputtered and gagged, but managed to still get the vile drink down her throat. She shuddered and pushed back, shaking her head as though she could shake the awful taste from her mouth. She ignored the accompanying snickers from the others.

“Blech!” she exclaimed. “Yuck! Yuck, yuck, yuck...”

Farris hummed as he set the cup aside and leaned down, fixing her with a pointed, though amused, look. “I want ya to remember that taste next time Maevis or anyone tries t’give ya some strange potion, eh?”

She groaned, leaning back against his hand.

#Dumpling #fantasy #g/t #gt #gt story #Nenani #Jae #Kol #Avery #Farris #Yale #giants #tinies #humans

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lethe-distillery-blog · 6 years ago

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The Angel

I slowly worked my way around other cars, looking out for people that weren't paying attention and assumed you were. Today, of all days, I could do without getting in an accident. Especially with some of the vehicles here. Something told me that an 'oops I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.' would work, even if they had hit me. I grumbled and waved a rather impatient looking man in front of me, it was just easier, though my road rage was definitely rearing its ugly head and my Slurpee wasn't cutting it anymore. Sugar rush could only do so much, to deal with morons like this I needed alcohol, and a lot of it. My foul mood had started when I had woken up to a flat tire, nothing serious, but still, a morning that I could have done without. Thank the gods that the coffee maker had worked or, Ray or not, I might have just flipped a bird to the day and went back to bed.

Seriously, I was here, I spared the briefest of looks to my watch, almost three hours early, it really shouldn't be this busy. I nosed forward, careful, but yet insistent that yet, I was here first and yes jackass, you needed to wait. I sighed. Nothing quite like a hot summer day to make all the idiots come out to play. Worse was that these weren't even the spectators, I had hoped to avoid the worst by coming in early, silly me for thinking something as stupid as that. I took a long, gratifying sip of the icy treat and allowed myself the small amount of pleasure that came when the icy treat hit my mouth and exploded flavors of coke, cherry, and lemonade across my tongue. Mm. I pulled into a stall, ignoring the annoyed honk of someone else. I was here, in one piece, and my little Pontiac had managed to make it too. I settled for a few minutes, just breathing and being grateful I was out of the madness before I caught up my purse, tucked the keys in and was off to locate my charges.

"There you are," I couldn't help the full body shudder that slipped through my spine at his voice. It should be illegal to sound that sounded that good, smooth, like an ice cold beer on a hot day it was the very definition of a fuck-me voice. A warm body engulfed me from behind, and if it wasn't for the kisses he planted from my ear down my neck and across the skin of my bare shoulder I would have kicked him somewhere that we both might need later. As it was, I sighed in pleasure and moved into him, despite the scorching heat, and savored the feel of him wrapped around me. I had missed him. More than I had ever thought possible really. And given his tight hold, his kisses, and the erection I felt pressing against my back I knew he missed me too, even if we didn't speak so many words.

We spent a long moment there, me wrapped in his arms, and forcing others to walk around us. I savored him there, savored his soft butterfly kisses, savored the strength I felt in his hold, but mostly, I just savored this time with him. It had been all too rare lately. Between this event, and my own studying for finals our schedules had been hell. Though he made sure to call me every night, he knew how clingy I could be, and he always made sure that he told me goodnight. I loved him, for that, and so many other reasons. Finally, I pulled away, but only to turn and face him and drink my fill.

My guy wasn't every woman's dream, but that didn't make me any less keen on drinking my fill of him. He wasn't that super ripped hunk that comes in romance novels, he wasn't wealthy beyond measure, he was just perfectly, and exquisitely him. He was a tall man, just a little over six feet and a bit heavier despite his best attempts to diet though I didn't see the reason why, sure he wasn't lean but I highly doubted that he would ever reach that, even if he did lose weight, it just wasn't in his body structure. Still, I did my best to be encouraging to him in whatever he pursued. Ray's hand was still on me and though it was even more heat I savored the connection that held us together. I offered him the icy treat, seeing the tricking sweat that started in the thick curls on his head before sliding down the glistening caramel skin. I followed it with my eyes, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off him.

"I have no idea why you mix the flavors, they're perfectly fine on their own." I laughed at his age old complaint about my treat, though I had reminded him on several occasions, that that had yet to stop him from stealing some. He smiled at me and we shared a kiss, his lips and tongue delectably cooled as I tasted what my treat tasted like with his essence. Marvelous. No other word for it. We broke apart, breathing heavily, even from such a simply intimate kiss. "Soon." His voice came out ragged, "we need to fix this soon."

"I did offer," I teased him knowing full well that my offer for a fun night had definitely been out of the schedule for him, though I had enjoyed sending him some rather risque photos of myself for him to enjoy. 'Just to stay in practice.' I had called it and gauging by the flash I saw in his dark eyes, I knew he remembered it too.

"So you did pet," his voice was a low growl and I shivered at the sensation, moving with him as he took my hand and started leading me through the crowd, he pulled me against him as much to keep me with him as to protect me. "and I plan on making sure that you don't think me lacking because of my having to decline." Him? Lacking? I could have laughed if I didn't think it would have bruised his ego. My man was certainly not lacking, in anything.

"There you are!" I almost jumped at the booming voice of Sam, no matter how many times I heard him his voice sounded like they had wired a megaphone into him somewhere. I let go of Ray's hand and waved over my head so then Sam could see me through the crowd. "Ah!" his voice held a laugh in it, "so that's what took you so long!" As we broke through the crowd I saw him. He was a squat man for having a voice so loud, not much taller than me but weighed about three times as much if I was being liberal. His face broke into a broad smile and I hugged him, as much as my arms could wrap around him anyway. "There you are girl, was worried you wouldn't make it!"

I laughed, "like I would miss the chance to see all of you!" I indicated the entire ensemble in a flourish as they came out to see what was going on. Still, it was wonderful to know that they wanted me there too, not that they had ever given me a reason to think otherwise, self-doubt can kill things long before you ever give them a chance to start. Eden came over and I gasped, Sam instantly forgotten as I hugged what would be the closest thing I had to a girlfriend and cooed at the child on her hip. "Hey there runt!" Travis was grinning wide, the afternoon sun glinting off a couple pearly whites that had come in. Christ, he was getting so big. Conrad, Scott, and Teo, Travis' father, came and said hello giving me a quick, awkward hug to avoid their grease stains, before going back to work though Teo, grinning like any proud father kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and ruffled his son's hair much to the chagrin of his mother. They were one big happy family. And I had been welcomed into it.

I looked for Ray and found him, smiling as he watched me as he went over a few final last minute things with Sam. Though Ray technically owned and ran Metatron he and Sam had known each other all throughout their growing up years and so he let Same take lead on most point given Sam's loud, and infectious, personality where Ray preferred to hang back and get all the details. They worked well as a team and had Sam been a couple hues lighter they could have been mistaken for brothers how they interacted with one another. "So," Eden's soft voice broke through my thoughts and I looked back at the beautiful blonde, "Think you'll be a teacher before for when Travis gets to school?" Effectively distracted, I only saw Ray when I searched for him amidst conversation, just wanting to see him.

"Can't believe they let just anyone in here!" I looked up as Sam called out, Eden having taken back Travis as he decided that my Slurpee looked like a yummy treat and I figured that that much sugar on that small of a body would likely be a very bad thing. I grinned seeing the two approaching figures. Ezekiel and Kelsey stepped forward and again, everyone piled out amidst good-natured grumblings and pats on the back, the wife-to-be was positively radiant and was couldn't help showing off her ring letting Eden and me ooh over it appreciatively. Zeke had good taste, no denying that. It was a beautiful white diamond in the center, but surrounding it, built into the band itself, were the other eleven birthstones. so there wasn't a single month that his wife wouldn't feel how loved she was. It was a beautiful sentiment and I couldn't help but look at Zeke with a new appreciation.

"Is Zeke riding today?" Eden asked looking at the helmet gripped in Kelsey's hand and I looked at her startled. Even though Zeke took care of all of his own repairs, except for emergencies on the track, it was usually Teo that helped him, and he did race under the Metatron banner. If anyone should know it was Eden.

"No," Kelsey shook her head with a smile. "We just came out to support you all." I didn't miss the relieved expression that haunted her eyes, and didn't exactly blame her. She loved being on a bike but having her husband to be flying down the strip that close to the ground, even with all the safety precautions, was nerve-wracking. I understood her fears completely. "has anyone seen anything to eat? We were in a bit of a hurry getting over here, we wanted to beat the rush."

I laughed at the thought. "This isn't the rush yet?"

Eden chuckled, "You know better, wait until the general public shows up, Travis won't be able to sneeze without contaminating like eight of them." She called back over her shoulder to where the men worked in the mobile garage, getting everything perfect. "Me and the ladies are going to find something to eat, ya'll want anything?"

Teo disentangled himself from the group amid shouts of burgers and fries and came over to give Eden a hug and check on Travis once more, Ray winked at me from where he stood talking with Sam and Zeke, deciding that he'd stick around and see if he could be helpful, Zeke did warn us ladies to stay out of trouble. Kelsey just rolled her eyes, and looped arms with me on her right and Eden on her left before dragging us into the surging mass of people to go find some food before everything got crazy busy.

It was a scorcher today, thankfully Eden had packed lots of bottled water in ice in the company coolers. We didn't have to worry about seats, companies reserved a section of seats for their staff to use and though it would be a little snug with the addition of Zeke and Kelsey it would still be plenty for all of us to use. Metatron's prize stood glistening lazily in the sun, hood up for all the passersby to enjoy the glistening chrome and a beautiful deep purple paint that always reminded me of just before the stars came out. The 1972 Monte Carlo was a looker, I had driven it with Ray on occasion and people had always taken pictures of it. Today was no exception as Scott and Sam fielded questions by onlookers and Zeke and Ray got dragged away on occasion by an avid fan to take a selfie or sign something. It's not like they were famous but word was getting out at least. Well, that and Zeke was known for Beast. His own company, a smaller, private shop for motorcycles. Things had really picked up for him the last couple years and from what Kelsey said, he couldn't be happier.

The burgers and fries were delicious and I savored some cuddle time before we got up and headed over to the strip and I eyed the affectionately titled Christmas Tree, or just the tree. The glowing lights were judge, jury, and executioner for a driver. Ray looked over at Sam, "Standard Tree?"

"Yeah, nothing special today." I was getting better at understanding the lingo that was thrown around the place. Standard Tree meant that the way the lights lit up was the standard. Five-tenths of a second between amber bulbs before the green light was flashed. Up until me and Ray started seeing each other and he brought me around the strip I had been naive of the sport, sure I knew cars, I had grown up around them and my father helped restore some classics but around here I had learned a lot. I looked around, making sure to stay holding hands with Ray so I didn't wander off too much. I doubted I would find him again in this claustrophobic nightmare and I also had my doubts about getting cell service given the number of people that were arriving. Finding our seats we got comfortable, sipping at water, people watching, or watching the waves of heat rise off the asphalt.

Other teams arrived so Ray and Sam decided to be neighborly and engage in small talk, I knew the drill, didn't mean I liked being separated from him but I knew why he did what he did. Besides, I needed to talk to Kelsey. "So, did you tell your father yet?"

She did a quick look around to make sure everyone besides Zeke was out of earshot, Eden was the closest but was listening to Scott telling a story of some fish he had almost caught last weekend. Besides Eden and Ray, I was the only one that knew her and Zeke's secret. "No, and I don't know how well he'll take it." She sighed, her thumb unconsciously stroking over her beautiful ring. I hadn't meant to make her sad. "Miranda I don't think will care, it's not like she ever even checks up on Zeke." She grumbled, her voice annoyed with her stepmother, "he might as well be an orphan, only Lincoln," her middle brother, "ever calls to see how he's doing. I don't know if he's put the pieces together but I know that he knows we're close. Just if he knows how close is the question."

I hugged my friend, my heart breaking for their pain. Step-Siblings, by a fluke chance really and because of that, they were terrified that their respective parent would accept or bless their union. I had no doubt that Ezekiel would do everything he could to make sure that if Kelsey was cut off by her father but I also knew that Kelsey loved her family, even if she complained about them getting all up in her business. However, I had no worried that Zeke would take care of her, no matter what. I gave her a squeeze before pulling away. "You know Zeke will make sure you're happy."

Kelsey's lips formed a smile, "He already makes me happy, more than I ever thought I could be." There was a shadow in her eye, and I knew she was just worried, but she did have all of us here. Zeke, as if sensing something was wrong covered her hand just as Ray and Sam came back as the announcer's voice came over the intercom and what started a wonderful afternoon of us holding hands and watching the cars on the quarter mile.

I was nearly dozing against his shoulder when Ray started moving to get ready for their heat. It was just a perfect combination of greasy food, the hot sun, and the smells cars made. The burnt rubber, the smell of fuel and coolant. So far they had only had one fire but even that was a manageable one and no one had been hurt. I was grateful, I would rather today go off without a problem, I knew how much Ray had been looking forward to it. Zeke was the only male left as everyone got up to go, Ray gave me a gentle kiss and he murmured an "I love you against my lips and squeezed my hand. My heart both melted and tensed, it was a weird flip-flop emotion, knowing that he loved me was wonderful, but I was terrified I would never see him again.

Knowing my fear Kelsey dragged me into a conversation with her and Eden as they discussed wedding ideas, Zeke seemingly content to sit there and listen with a smirk as we discussed colors, dress styles, and location. Definitely outside, and some photos with them on his Beast, as they affectionately called his motorbike. It was a beautiful piece of machinery and since they rode it so often I figured that it would look really cute in wedding photos, almost like a horse.

In fact, the other girls did such a great job distracting me that I didn't even notice the passage of time until "Metatron Garage!" was called over the loudspeakers. I jumped up with the others and clapped and cheered with the rest of the crowd as the glistening purple beast roared in. Ray did it to show off of course, the others walking in behind him, Eden making sure to have Travis wave for Daddy, it was adorable, even though the sight of him did make my pulse jump around a bit in fear. Kelsey took my hand and squeezed comfortingly.

The two cars, the other was a beautiful silver blue Mustang, disappeared in the customary cloud of smoking rubber that up until I had spent some time with Ray I thought was done to show off. In fact, it was used to warm up the tires and provide better traction. Not exactly sure why it was needed today, I was surprised that the rubber wasn't melting onto the track. I took a sip of water, trying to calm my nerves. Still, it was overwhelming. I watched the lights, my breath coming out in short shallow gasps and my hand clutching Kelsey's as the lights lit. And within a second they were off with loud roars of raw power and squealing rubber. They took off down the track, Ray's tires lifting slightly but not enough to impede him. We followed them and I breathed a sigh of relief as they finished. 7.23. That was a good time. I smiled shakily to try and reassure Kelsey. It was the best of three, loser would leave, and winner would move on to the next bracket, try again, and so on. Thankfully it was spread over all weekend, I didn't think my heart could handle much more than three heats per day maximum, that was even if Ray got to Sunday anyway.

On the second run the Mustang won 7.20 to our 7.22, still we clapped, it was a gentlemanly sport and poor showmanship wasn't tolerated. So it was down to the wire. Final run. I looked down to the car, ten rows below, not even a hundred feet, and I could swear I saw Ray looking at me. I blew him a shaky kiss but smiled as much as I could, he needed me strong, not some fragile nut case. Still, my nerves were raw as I watched in anticipation. Three, two, one. They went! A flash of red. Oh no! It took me a long time to realize that it wasn't on our side. The Mustang, Daniel Motors, had redlighted! They had jumped the green! We won! We all whooped and hugged each other, Zeke wrapping us all in a big hug. Sure, it was the first day, but every victory has to start somewhere right?

I hugged Ray extra tight as he came back a long while later to much back pounding and hugs, "I'm so proud of you!" I whispered loudly in his ear and cupped his cheeks in my palms before kissing him long and hard amidst hoots and laughter from the others around us. Honestly, only now that he was in my arms could I breathe properly again. I held his hand the rest of the day as we watched the races, enjoying it even more knowing we'd see more tomorrow. And only as the sun started fading into hues of oranges, red, and blues was the day brought to a close. I knew they could run all night if they had wanted to but I was grateful that they had decided to stretch it over the three days instead of try and pack it into two. I doubted I would have stayed awake much longer. Not really tired but it really was the perfect weather to find a warm sunny patch and catch a nap.

Dinner was a brief affair, Travis needed to get going to bed, so we enjoyed the local steakhouse that Sam had reserved us a table at. We enjoyed some succulent steaks, grilled to perfection with mashed potatoes and green beans with some delightful conversations and catching up before we all retired for the night with promises of being there at five thirty sharp to make sure everything was perfect on the Monte Carlo for the next day.

Ray pressed me against the flimsy door of the holiday trailer we used when we were on the road. It was built for one really but it wasn't like we were separated all that often and he rarely had to cook more than breakfast in the confined space. I shivered, feeling his hot breath tickle down my neck, my nipples growing hard in anticipation. "I've been wanting to do this forever." He growled in my ear, his fingers sliding over my neck, teasing the broad expanse of bare skin that my tube top left exposed.

I shuddered, unable to stop myself as I looked up at him. "What's stopping you?" I was being cheeky and I knew it but as his lips collided with mine I knew that I was going to enjoy this. His fingers gnarled in my hair and yanked me even tighter against his chest.

Our lips pressed against each other, sumo wrestlers fighting for dominance over the other, our tongues tangling in a wildly sensual dance. I moaned into it, savoring his own low groan of pleasure as I slid my hands over his delectable body. He pressed me in place, holding me there with his much larger body, our kiss a thing of passion and longing. Desperate and hungry. He pulled back, panting hard, "You're lucky I like when you wear this shirt or I would rip this in half to get it off of you." I couldn't do much more than smile wickedly at him and lift my arms so he could pull it off me and throw it, already forgotten, onto the small kitchen table. "Fuck." The word came out on a groan of pleasure and I smiled, glad he enjoyed what he saw. It wasn't exactly lingerie in the traditional sense. But it was a tiny scrap of cloth that was sold as a bikini and it barely covered much. However, if he enjoyed that. I moved away, as much as I could, and stripped off the jean shorts I had been wearing, making sure I turned as I threw them on the table with my top. "Holy," the word was a low growl as he pressed himself over me, the bare cheeks of my ass scraped by his jeans the thong bottom doing nothing to protect them, "shit."

"Mm," I breathed out, feeling his large hands kneading my breasts fondly, his mouth back on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. I shuddered. "I take it that you like them?" He tweaked my nipples and I moaned, not even caring if anyone else heard us at this point, I was so desperate for him.

"You," his breathing was hot and moist as it slid over my skin, "have no idea."

"Show me." I whimpered, pressing back into him. "Please."

He moved and shoved me onto the bed and I looked up at him, spreading my legs, inviting him to take what he wanted from me, I was already so hot and wet for him, it had been far too long. "With pleasure." It came out as a sensual growl that teased me more than any sort of foreplay. I pressed the thong aside and spread my lips for him, to show him exactly how hot and wet I was for him already. "Jesus woman, you know what you do to me." It was a statement, not a question.

I looked to the erection straining at his jeans and licked my lips longingly. "I think I have an idea." He stripped quickly, I pulled my own scant remainders off, I wanted nothing separating us as he took me, not this time. I watched him hungrily, massaging my own breasts, my fingers teasing the nipples, wishing it was him but knowing how turned on it got him to watch me playing with myself. "Please," I was so close to begging, watching him slide the condom on over his thick shaft, I nearly groaned just watching him, "hurry."

"I'll never deny you."

His voice was a sensual growl in my ear as he positioned himself over me, his skin so much darker than mine as he slid himself in. I moaned out load, throwing my head back as I felt him spread me, "Oh gosh, yes," I wrapped my legs around his hips and jerked him hard against me, "just like that baby."

His seductive laugh was a thousand miles away, "Absolutely perfect." It came out on a breath and I could not deny the same, we were perfect together. "However," his voice was slightly strangled sounding, "we can't have you disturbing everyone around us." His hand slid over my throat and tightened and I felt my whole body shake.

"Yes," I moaned, "just like that."

His hips slammed into me and I felt speared in half, shuddering beneath him as he withdrew before slamming into me again, My breasts bounced, nipples raking across his chest making my back arch, eager for more, desperate for him. I met him thrust for thrust, feeling his hot mouth take a nipple into his mouth and suck hard. Oh fuck yes, this is exactly what I needed, him, hard, just like this. Could do with some rope but I'd take what I got at this point, anything with him was perfect.

He thrust into me, harder, the thrusts growing more erratic as he came closer and closer to climax. "Come on baby, touch yourself, I need you to be there with me." I shuddered and moaned, moving one hand down my chest, sliding over the diamond hard nipples, pinching them, toying with them, before it slid down farther. Past my tummy, feeling his hot skin slam against mine, it was exquisite feral pleasure at it's finest. I took a few heartbeats to fondle him, to feel his hard shaft driving in and out of my sex, again, and again. It was so hard, so soft, like silk lined steel. However, as his breathing grew more ragged I slid my hand back and allowed my fingers to find the hard nub of nerves and started to work my clitoris. My whole body sparked alive, shuddering as pleasure arched through my body like I was a live electrical wire. "Mm fuck yes baby," his voice came irregularly, "just like that, fuck yes."

I felt my entire body tightening down on him, my own climax approaching so fast I felt nearly steam rolled by it as it worked its way through my system. "Oh gosh baby, I'm going to cum!" And so I did, wrapping my legs around him, his hand moving to my mouth to cut back my scream as my whole back arched into him, his hips slamming into me. I could hear the grinding of teeth as he fought his own sounds of pleasure and release.

I collapsed, seeing stars dancing in my vision as Ray fell over me. I relished his weight, his limp body trusting me to hold him as he shuddered on top of me. I stroked his back softly feeling the perspiration on his skin. "You look so beautiful when you cum for me." I breathed softly, feeling his smile against my shoulder. Unlike most men, he wasn't ever intimidated when I called him beautiful, as though it were some effeminate word.

Groaning with the effort he finally pulled from me, shifting just enough to dispose of the condom and then flop back into bed. I laughed but joined him there. Curling against his side and feeling the rapid pounding of his heart starting to slow and I traced over his skin, loving the feel of him beneath my fingertips.

"That was a beautiful ring that Zeke bought for Kelsey." He breathed, pulling a sheet over us so we at least felt covered. I nodded my agreement. "Did they tell the parental units yet?" I shook my head, feeling drowsiness starting to claim me, my eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton. "I don't envy that discussion." I didn't either. I yawned, though I did try and hold it back. "Goodnight beautiful, I love you."

"I love you too."

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whole30problems · 7 years ago

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Day 21: 1/21/18

WE QUIT!!!

We slept on it last night, and this morning I woke up to a bunch of really nice messages from a bunch of you. Here are some (anonymous) highlights:

From fellow Whole30 sufferers:

I’m torn because I feel like I really need the moral support / the blog BUT I also don’t want you guys to get divorced or be so so miserable. I mean, beyond normal Whole30 misery I guess.

As a fellow high achiever/nonstop worker/ etc, I have a high tolerance for not feeling well because I don't let myself stop and realize how bad it is. Make the best decision for you. And while I will miss your daily blog, I will continue to text you my stresses and wins. :)

From non-Whole30 friends:

As much as I enjoy reading about how miserable you guys are every January, I am just going to throw my support to the concept of stopping the W30 diet asap

I get that the Whole30 diet can appear as a challenge and that you, Maya, have a history of putting yourself "to the test" in a variety of ways (normally a healthy approach to life) but you're clearly suffering and there is no reason to do so because of this damn diet (scientifically or nutritionally speaking). Please look at this, PLEASE: https://health.usnews.com/best-diet/whole30-diet

I honestly was so scared to publicly say last night that we were thinking about giving up. I’m not sure what of exactly; maybe that people would be disappointed in me or think I was a quitter or think it meant that I’m lazy or something. But the support from friends (both in terms of wanting me to be healthy/happy, and clearly liking me anyway) was a really wonderful push in the right direction. When Erik got home this morning, I immediately told him I thought we should quit. I had a whole list of pros and cons prepared, which were probably unnecessary because as soon as I told him I wanted out he had no questions.

In short, my plan is as follows:

No more extreme dieting, ever. We want to be healthy, sure, but we need something sustainable and low-stress.

No lazy unhealthy eating. We both agreed not to make pasta or other carb-heavy meals at home, but also think it’s ok to have those things as an occasional treat if we’re eating out.

Keep eating minimal sugar, and avoiding processed foods.

Stop defaulting to drinking alcohol every night.

Actually start exercising. I think I’m going to start combining my dog’s morning walks with (beginner) runs and see how that goes.

We talked a lot about the fact that we don’t really have anything extreme we’re trying to solve. We’re both maybe 5-10 lbs heavier than we probably need to be, but we’re not really unhappy with our appearance or how we feel. And we’re both already pretty good at eating whole foods and avoiding unnecessary sugar or fake foods. Yes, we could exercise more and we could drink less, but who couldn’t? I think the biggest thing we realized is that most normal people don’t put this kind of thing on themselves for no reason.

Anyway, as soon as we were in agreement, we both felt SO HUMAN AGAIN. We were both grinning ear to ear and just felt so free. Weirdly, this actually didn’t change my food intake that much today, but just the freedom to have a couple non-compliant ingredients or plan dinners this week that aren’t so boring made me feel so much better.

For those of you still doing the Whole30, I support you! And will very much still be here for moral support. It made me feel great last year and I hope it does the same for you. For whatever reason, this year just wasn’t my time. I look forward to hearing what you think of all this when it’s over!

Here’s what I ate today, for the last time... ever. Thanks so much to all of you who’ve read and loved this blog for two years now. I love you.

Breakfast

We didn’t have a lot of food laying around in the house because I’ve been avoiding meal planning all weekend, but I was able to whip up one of those Sunnyside salads for a delightful (and green plant-filled!) breakfast.

I think this will remain a staple for me in non-Whole30 life. It’s so easy (seriously just 2 ingredients) and the egg and balsamic vinegar mix to make a really yummy dressing. One of the things I plan to always have on hand going forward is salad greens - it’s so easy, healthy, and filling to throw together one of these salads, or pop some tuna on top, or just eat it with whatever leftover meat is in the fridge.

Another thing I did this morning is order a bunch of new cookbooks. I got Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat (because I would like to learn more about why eggs and balsamic vinegar taste so good together), Eat, Drink, and Be Healthy (because I want to know the science behind what “healthy” food is supposed to mean), and The Big Fat Surprise (because I would like someone to convince me that eating cheese sometimes is ok). I’d really like to try and approach this stuff in a more educated way going forward - not because I actually think the Whole30 was an unhealthy mistake, but just because I think it would help with my general daily anxiety that I’m eating the wrong thing all the time.

Lunch

We had to go look at a bunch of apartments today, and while we were out Erik chose to break his Whole30 fast with coffee and a donut:

I agree, not really the healthiest choice, but it made him so happy. And I genuinely do think it’s ok to indulge in a donut once in a while! What the hell is life for if not to eat an occasional donut. That said, I snacked on a banana.

We stopped at Bareburger a couple hours later, where I had the most delicious burger of my entire life:

That is a hamburger with cheddar cheese and bacon (!) in a collard green wrap. That’s right, even off the Whole30 I couldn’t bring myself to eat a bun. But god damn that was some good cheddar. (Erik had a normal cheeseburger with a side of onion rings. He is his own man.)

We also went to the grocery store and got all kinds of non-compliant (but I think still not unhealthy) foods. Like HUMMUS!!!!! And some FETA CHEESE!!!! Erik tried to buy half a pecan pie and that’s when I finally put my foot down.

Dinner

We made instant pot pot roast, which is a paleo recipe from Nom Nom Paleo. The instant pot, as usual, took 4 hours instead of 1, so we ate dinner at 9:30, which I am not happy about, but what can you do. (This is my new zen personality.) IT’S REALLY GOOD!

We made the mashed potatoes with butter, but no milk. Erik was concerned about making it without milk but then googled it and reported back that it would be acceptable. I’m 99% sure he’s going to eat half a pecan pie tomorrow.

SO THERE YA HAVE IT. We’re going to retire from the Whole30, and from the food blogging game. We’re going to probably eat mostly healthy still. I’m going to try to exercise. And hopefully, having one less stressful thing in our life will make us more sane and happy. (I certainly can say that I feel happier knowing there is cheese in my house, so at least there’s that.)

We’ll also still be finishing out January of Strength and not drinking again til Feb 1st, so don’t worry - if you need us, we will still be over here, more miserable than people as spoiled and lucky as we are have any right to be.

#blog

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gardenglowswithdesign · 7 years ago

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It’s out there. You cannot see it. You cannot taste it. You cannot touch it. But you can feel it and you know it’s there….

THE HOLIDAYS ARE COMING – EEEEK!!!!!

I get both excited and scared at the same time. If I did not have custody of my grandson, it might not feel so extreme? Then again, maybe it would. I am a crafter by passion, and I work on my crafts all year long. With that said, I still get a “major stress on” every year about this time.

The kids are back in school.

The stores have out the Halloween decorations. (Some are also doing Christmas already-grrr.)

The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer.

The full course of fruits and veggies are almost done with our mega processing.

Pull all that together with the impending tasks of holiday stuff, and you can go crazy.

So, how do I handle all of this mess – laughter! As much of it as I can muster!

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I try to remember the better holiday times of my life. Most were from when I was very young, but some (the better ones I think) are from later in life.

FALL:

Stepping outside on the first deep freeze. Breathing in real deep and having my nostrils stick together. For some weird reason, I just loved that?!

Digging up the last of the potatoes out in our garden. Here again, I was a bit strange as I would always keep a couple hidden in my pocket for later. Just loved the taste of a garden fresh potato (yes – crunchy and sometimes a bit dirty but delicious).

Playing outside when the winds kicked up just to dance in the falling leaves.

The smell of hot chocolate when we came in from a cold day of play (still love this one).

HALLOWEEN:

I don’t remember doing much trick-or-treating when I was little as we lived in the country. Running from house to house sucked up a ton of gas with little returns. Some years we would drive into the local small towns, but not often.

I did love the Halloween television shows: Charlie Brown Halloween was (and still is) one of my favs. There were some odd ones too, The Monster Ball and one about a mean Pig creating Frankenstein’s monster – both were in Claymation (this is still my favorite animation form).

Then, as we matured (and I do say that lightly), my two sisters and I loved dressing up and bar-hopping.

One year I was a black widow spider, eight legs and all, and no one knew it was me. Loved it as I was completely covered in dark black material and body paint.

My younger sister had a party where she dressed as a unicorn (oh, by the way, we made ALL of our own costumes as that was part of the fun of it.)

Our older sister dressed as her husband, and he dressed as the Grim Reaper – couldn’t tell them apart – ok, maybe just a bit.

o The most favorite of all was when were still in Wisconsin and owned a little bar/restaurant establishment. The basement was the place for the younger crowd. We held our costume party in which our older sister went as a Lobster. She was head-to-toe deep red – – –for several weeks after! We still reminisce on that one, especially when we need some great laughs. (Along with, never at.)

CHRISTMAS:

When we were younger, the routine was the same. Christmas Eve was going to church for our pageant. After we put on our little play, the church gave everyone a large brown paper bag. The bag held some of the greatest gifts of Christmas:

Always one large navel orange and one huge red delicious apple.

A huge variety of fresh nuts – never shelled as that was also part of our Christmas fun…cracking the nuts open.

And last, but my very favorite of all Angel Food Candy! Man did I (and still very much do) love that stuff. Some people call it sponge candy. I have heard it called other things, but it will be Angle food for me forever. Decades later I wanted to surprise my family for Christmas and buy some, but I could not find it anywhere. I was lucky that computers were becoming very handy then (early 90’s), and I found a website called Wisconsin Recipes. I do not believe it is still around. I did find these:

http://www.oldwisconsin.com/recipes has some great (looks like mainly German, Swiss, and Swedish foods) main course meals.

I also have a childhood friend with which I recently reconnected. Come to find out she loves to cook and to blog about it. She is not in WI anymore, but I bet she has a ton of recipes from there. If you are interested, you can find her here: https://indianeskitchen.com/ Her recipes are yummy!

The last I found after a ton of searching, cooking, tasting, and comparing. It is the (apparently) secret recipe for Angel Food Candy. This is one of my most favorite candies ever, and I only make it up for Christmas.

The last one popped up by accident. I only saw the Wisconsin Old Fashioned part and didn’t realize until I clicked on it that it was a drink. I found this as my daily omen as it was my parents drink of preference ( Brandy Old Fashioned ). Yes, we grew up with Pabst Blue Ribbon beer (kind of have to in WI), but as they aged, they went to the B.O.F. for their drink of choice. Since we owed a couple of different bars and restaurants while I was in my tween-teen years, it was all good.

The funniest part of that candy recipe hunt was the last. I do not do hard booze at all. I like my beer during our Friday game night or at family get-togethers, but no strong alcohol. This was also due to my parents and our bar rearing. But that is a story for another time.

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