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say-hi-intrepid-heroes · 10 months ago
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whoever said that you shouldn't put too much salad dressing on was fucking lying
i've drenched this goddamn salad and it's the best thing i've ever eaten
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creativewritersposts · 6 months ago
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not true - Luke Hughes
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summary; Luke Hughes x f!reader. You're daydreaming and writing fanfiction about your favorite player until he reads one.
warning(s); maybe grammar errors, angst, fluff
author's note; it's a mix from my old blurbs/imagines in a new one. Part 2 ?
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Does anyone know the moment, having a crush on an unknown, famous person? Like saving pictures on your phone and using as wallpaper and thinking about how is it to know this person?
You have this moment. It's no secret you're daydreaming much but you're crushing on Luke Hughes for a weeks now. His curls, his smile, his whole attitude looks perfect. You're in your own world thinking how your life would look like- three perfect Luke baby's, a big house and a cute dog. Yeah, you're daydreaming too much.
"I wrote a new Luke fic, wanna read it?", you speak to your internet friend.
It's not like you don't have friends in real life- but talking with them about cute hockey players you don't feel comfortable with. It's your little secret.
"Sure", she replies and excitement swings in her voice. You send this short story with a proud grin, it took you hours to finish it.
"You have to post this! I love it!", screams Jess through the phone speaker.
"I'll do", copy it in your blog and posting it. You're reading nice comments, when a new notification comes on your screen.
'I'm definitely not the worst cook'. That's it, no profile picture, no caption who this person is. It could be fake. Luke Hughes would never read fanfiction about himself.
You're typing fast, 'who are you?'
An reply comes fast.
'Luke Hughes'
You laugh hysterical, someone wants to fail you. Without an answer you go to bed. It's too much information for you and it's late.
A phone call is waking you up, it's vibrating nonstop next to your bed, tired you grab after your phone, "hello?". Your raspy voice is not powerful.
"WHY IS LUKE HUGHES FOLLOWING YOU", Jess talks without friendly manners.
"No he's not, maybe fake", you rub your eyes. It's too early.
"No it's Luke himself! I'm not blind", she talks nonstop like a waterfall.
You check your Instagram - hundreds of new followers and she's right- Luke Hughes started following you.
"I have no clue", you get in shock. You're still dreaming, there's no other explanation for this.
"You better find out why", Jess laughs happy for you. "I'm not living in New Jersey so I don't think there are chances".
You dressed up, went to work and forgot the time like always - until something rings on the phone again.
The phone rings the last hours more than in your entire life.
"I'm not a bad cook", notification from Luke Hughes himself.
The curly man with incredible hockey skills and two hockey brothers and a legend as mom. This Luke Hughes who's your wallpaper like everywhere you use.
You dance with the phone in your hands before you reply. Breath in, breath out; let's go.
"Ok". Not that bad. Unimpressed.
"I can prove you. I'll cook dinner for you".
Dude, there is some space between you two. You don't think he has a private jet.
"I don't live in New Jersey", you smirk whilst sending him. You're a fangirl but not a puck bunny.
"I have a car", with an winking emoji. How can he dare to be such a tease?
Before you could react he calls per chat, his face comes on the screen, his cap on his head, tired looking face. "Hey", he smirks chill and pets his curls.
"Hello", you wave awkwardly. You're in work clothes so you don't look stylish. "Can you give me your adress?", he asks with a voice crack. "I'm not for one night, Hughes", you warn him. You're disappointed, you always thought he's a gentleman.
"Oh no not this way!", his face gets closer to the screen, "you know I love all my fans but I'm really interested to meet you. Not as what you think", he shyly says. He bites on his lip, waiting for your answer. Honestly you don't know how to react. "I'm not a supermodel. And I like to eat, not just salad", you tell him. "Why are you guys always thinking we just like supermodels?", he's frightened. "Because you follow 45 blonde models on Instagram", the answer comes out your mouth like a pistol.
"Instagram is not real life. Do you like meat?", he's still interested in this conversation.
"Yeah", "ok my navigation says I'm there in 3 hours so better be prepared for the best meal you ever ate!", "wait you know my address?", you get worried. "Your friend Jess told me", he laughs shy.
"Oh my God I'm gonna kill her for that",you mumble to yourself. "Do you want to meet me? Your friend told me you're interested, too", he bites in his nails. "yes!!", you scream louder than you should.
"See you later!", he laughs friendly and closes the video chat.
Your poor heart.
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elis-blawg222 · 5 days ago
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November 4 - Monday
Soo, I don't remember a lot of what I did Monday, but I'll try to remember the best I can.
I went to my morning classes, but I didn't have any afternoon classes thankfully, so I called Angel as soon as I got out of my classes. I also finished my sketchbook in my first class which was really exciting. I stopped by my house for a bit, and then I went to the store. My phone had died, and I was trying to let it charge so I waited in the parking lot... I waited for like half an hour.. LOL
Then, I finally went into the store and bought some zucchini, squash, greek yogurt, and apples. I also bought a food scale! It's suuper cute. I don't usually like apples, but I thought I'd give them another try pfff. I also got a new kind of greek yogurt and it looks good
I called Angel some more because... what else am I supposed to do..?? I had a little photoshoot of him (my camera roll is filled w/ him) Then there's just like,, missing space. I don't really remember what else I did. Until dinner time. Which is a big gap LOL
For dinner my step mom made baked potatoes and salad. She asked me when she was making the potatoes "Are you gonna have one?"
and I said "uhh yeah." and she was like "Good, because I'm making you one."
But then I started to get really nervous because I didn't want to eat a lot of calories anddd yeah I just started feeling bad, but then Angel said it was fine and I felt better lol.
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I didn't take a pic of my dinner today, but there's my cute scale.
Total cals: 775
I was kinda proud of myself this day honestly. Because usually when I felt as bad as I did I wouldn't count my cals, and think the whole world was gonna end and like probably binge and then crash out LOL. But I didn't! I counted my calories which made me feel so so much better and I didn't overeat or binge.
Steps: 2.7k ... no comment..
That's all for todayyy
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the-wayside · 1 year ago
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I'm clearing out my fic rambles of things that I wrote that might have been things but probably won't be (at least for a while). I just need them out of my brain space so I can focus on the important stuff.
the memories of you, t/m?, 2k. Older Porsche/younger Kinn. A prologue I guess? It traces to the point at which the hypothetical story would start.
(Heads up, there is ten years' difference and they meet when Kinn is thirteen. nothing underage happens.)
Porsche has worked for the Theerapanyakul family a long time and even amongst all of those years, his loyalty has only ever been to the one who picked him up off the street, bloodied and broken in too many places, and told him he would help him take care of his brother. P’Chan had been his hero in more ways than one, but unfortunately, it’s been almost as many years since Porsche stood at the bottom of P'Chan's open grave and said his goodbyes to his mentor, replacing him as the head of security. Now pushing thirty-seven, he’s got the greys and the body aches that come with the life he’s lived.
He also knows that in and amongst all of it, he was little Kinn Theerapanyakul’s first love. Introduced at twenty-three to his charge’s younger brother, a pale little thirteen-year-old with braces and a bright smile, Porsche found him endearing in his openness. He never said a single word to Porsche for months but his eyes would always light up when Porsche walked into a room and he was distinctly quiet during their training sessions when Porsche would peel off his sweaty vest and wipe his face with it. More than once, Kinn had disappeared with a flushed face and an awkward boner passed off as needing to finish his homework. Porsche left him be because he was harmless. His crush made him interested in things he was not natural to, like gunmanship and knife fighting.
“You need to be as good a shot with your left as your right, Kinn,” Porsche bit his tongue not to call him, Little Dragon, his pet name for Kinn when they first met. Small, but fierce.
Kinn wasn’t a natural, but he was outstanding. And puberty finally blessed him. It cleared up his skin, and with his braces off, his winning smile became blinding. He was still a little scrawny as a teen so Porsche frequently had Nya, the compound chef, cook him up some more chicken and eggs which he tried to push off.
“I can’t eat anymore,” Kinn groused as he rubbed his little belly full of food.
“You need protein to rebuild your muscles. Can’t get strong on rice and salad,” Porsche reminded him.
“You don’t even eat this much,” Kinn whined and Porsche smiled.
“I’m not built to be a heavyweight. You could pack on some serious muscle if you wanted to, Little Dragon.”
Kinn flushes, “Don’t call me that.”
“Why, ‘cause it’s cute?” Porsche teased him, “You are the littlest dragon. Maybe one day you'll grow—”
“I’m grown,” Kinn volleyed with conviction and Porsche stopped because there was an iron to it that he’s never heard from Kinn.
“Are you now?” Porsche replied to ease the tension. “You won’t mind if we do ten proper rounds tomorrow then.”
Kinn exhaled because he’s bought himself a world of pain, but Porsche ruffled his hair, “Don’t be in such a hurry, Kinn, growing up is the worst thing you can do.”
Porsche had watched him grow and become a young man and he was proud. It was an awful day when Khun Korn had set his succession on Kinn’s still too slim shoulders. He smiled like he was grateful and honored, but Porsche watched as the light dimmed from his eyes. He was only eighteen. His ‘adulthood’ had coincided with a changing of mantles. No longer was Tankhun the heir to the family business, it was now Kinn, with all the knowledge that Porsche taught him and then some.
“Did you know?” Kinn breathed as they stood out on his suite balcony.
“I did,” Porsche told him honestly. He knew his work would transition from one heir to the other.
“Fuck you,” Kinn spat at him and Porsche accepted it with a shrug.
Kinn pushed him and said it again and Porsche did nothing to defend himself.
Porsche grabbed still thin wrists and pulled Kinn into him for the hug he didn’t get from his father, “You’re going to be okay; I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
Kinn sobbed for the life he would never have only once, buried in Porsche’s shoulder as he stroked his hair and rubbed his back.
Porsche cupped Kinn’s face when he emerged, puffy and red, and rubbed his cheeks with his thumbs, “There you go.”
Kinn has big brown eyes under thick eyebrows and they made Porsche smile and he stroked his hand over Kinn’s face. The air shifts and Kinn’s hands gripped tighter on Porsche’s waist.
Porsche was about to stop him when Kinn looked down at his lips, “Just once?”
Their dynamic was about to change completely. Porsche would stop being his teacher and shift into his bodyguard, his humor replaced by a list of requirements to ensure Kinn’s safety. They would never be Porsche and Little Dragon again.
In a way, Kinn now in a way looks exactly like the boy he met five years ago, but he’s also a man and Porsche understood him perfectly. He wanted a memory to hold onto. Porsche isn’t so cruel as to deny him that.
“Just once.” Because it’s stupid, irrational, and likely to get him fired and lose everything.
Porsche tipped Kinn’s face up by his chin and sealed his lips over Kinn’s. Kinn sighed and relaxed like it drained all the unhappiness away from him. He fumbles a bit as he opened his mouth and tried to tease Porsche, but it was clumsy, so Porsche worked with him, gentling him and pushing his tongue into Kinn’s mouth as he tugged on Porsche’s hips to bring him in closer. Teaching him as he had always taught him. And then Porsche could feel him pressing hard against his thigh as he licked Kinn’s soft palate and dragged his tongue over Kinn’s before he let them part with a slow kiss against Kinn’s lips. Kinn trembled and Porsche silently folded that up into himself because it was beautiful.
Kinn looked at him with a dazed expression and his lips were red.
“I’ll report to you 7 am sharp tomorrow, Khun Kinn.”
It’s a simple sentence, but it destroyed everything. Porsche was reassigned to Khun as if nothing had changed and Kinn disappeared to study abroad. Porsche only ever heard from him to have weekly updates via teleconference, no video, to keep him in the loop on his brother’s progress. It was as if Porsche was being held away by the length of an invisible stick and Kinn would not let him any closer.
He knows now that wasn’t the end, but it was the beginning of the end. The true end had come at when Kinn was twenty-three and he had come back from school and his year abroad in France, strong and more defined in himself and even more set on his feelings. Confronted with a man who knew what he wanted Porsche struggled to keep the line between them. Kinn wasn’t a child and he wouldn’t be contained.
“Porsche,” Kinn called him over and he walked up to the front of Kinn’s desk. He bowed politely and Kinn pressed his hands together under his chin, the rain a distant sound that prickled between them. “You were wounded on the last excursion.”
He had some fantastic bruising and there is a tense moment between them where Kinn expected him to raise his shirt and he did not.
“I appreciate your concern, Khun, but it’s nothing to fret over,” Porsche immediately realized he had set Kinn off. A rookie error.
“I don’t need you to define what my concerns are,” Kinn scolded him. “If my family is to remain protected you had best be up to the job and to prove it.”
Kinn motioned for Porsche to come and stand before him as he turned his chair away from his desk to make space for Porsche in front of him.
Porsche complied to save a fight and unbuttoned his suit vest, stripped it off and then his shirt. The biggest bruise bloomed ugly on his waist and up onto his ribs. It looked and felt like he had been hit with a boulder. Kinn’s fingers reached out and hovered over touching him. Porsche also realized that he’s softer in places than Kinn remembered, Porsche’s want and willingness to lean and hone his body had taken somewhat of a backseat due to his lessened workload. He’s still cut and his stomach ripples as he turns away from Kinn, but there is a soft overlay that cushions his stomach as Kinn grasps him and holds him by the pained part of his side.
“Ow,” Porsche can’t help it, and perversely, Kinn digs into it harder. Porsche pushes him off and Kinn grabs the back of his thigh and Porsche stumbles into him. Kinn hooks his hands around Porsche’s thighs and somehow hikes him up onto his lap in the chair.
Porsche is left to look down at Kinn, his thighs on either side of Kinn’s as Kinn held his hips, eyes trained on his bruise. He asked Porsche, “Did you kill them?”
“Of course, I killed them. They could have harmed the family.”
Kinn ducked and pressed his forehead against Porsche’s bare chest, “The family.”
Porsche yelped as strong fingers dig into his rear and he tried to pry Kinn loose, “Khun—”
“Fuck you,” Kinn told him once again, those big brown eyes coming up to scorn him. One hand loosens and grabbed Porsche by the back of the neck and yanked him down to press him against Kinn’s mouth. Unlike the clumsy eighteen-year-old, Kinn at twenty-three had practiced, and he stole Porsche’s breath away as he consumed him, tongue demanding entrance into his mouth, doing anything, including jabbing Porsche’s bruise to get it. Porsche gasped, startled and Kinn was inside. His grip meant that Porsche couldn’t go anywhere, he was left pinned as Kinn leaned up into him and repeated back to him the same kiss he was given when they kissed last, but it was not the same. It was not humble or kind. Kinn owned him and left him wrought and raw, breath heavy as Kinn finally let him go.
Porsche was about to speak, to curb the insanity, when Kinn hauls him up with strong, stronger than Porsche remembers, arms and carries him towards the bedroom. Porsche pushed at him, “Kinn.”
“I’m a better fuck than half the guys you’ve been with. If not, I’ll never say another word.”
Porsche should have ended it, but he didn’t. He could make infinite excuses: he was weak, he was lonely, it had been a long time, and Kinn was there. The only one that was true was that in that moment, Porsche wanted him. He forgot about the history, he forgot about his place in it all and he simply wanted the gorgeous man in front of him who made him feel special because five years had passed and Porsche was still at the forefront of his mind. Because it was Kinn.
He still remembers how he cried out when he came, shameless, and Kinn crowing victoriously he wrapped his fingers around Porsche’s throat to hold him back to Kinn’s chest. The window Kinn pressed him into was cold and his legs ached but his body shivered hotly. He mewled and shook and it was exhilarating and embarrassing because Kinn was right. He was a better lay, and within an afternoon, ten years of respect went down the drain. Not respect for Kinn, Porsche’s self-respect because Kinn was his charge, even when he wasn’t, and Porsche couldn’t keep it, or his legs, together.
Maybe Kinn thought that if they slept together things would change. Porsche would change. But he didn’t. He showered and dressed and he presented himself to Kinn’s bedraggled hair and sleep-rumpled face.
“You have a meeting at 10 am, Khun Kinn.”
Kinn glares at him, “You’re fired.”
Porsche nods, “Of course.”
His father put Porsche on Khun’s detail far away from Kinn until he left for a business trip that was supposed to last six months but it ended up being three years.
Porsche figures they must have it under control by this point so that when he greets Kinn now, it can be as his true guide and mentor.
Kinn gets out of his Maserati but the passenger side door also swings open and a man, a little older than Kinn but younger than Porsche, gets out with a wide, almost smarmy, smile.
Pete nudges him in the side, “That’s Khun Kinn’s boyfriend, right?”
Porsche has no idea, “I think so.”
“When he said he was bringing him home, I didn’t think he’d go through with it,” Pete murmurs but Porsche has Kinn pinned with a look. He doesn’t know what his face is saying but Kinn is staring back at him just as hard.
Pete reaches out first with a bow, “Khun Kinn.”
“Pete, Tawan, Pete is part of my brother’s detail under Porsche,” Kinn gestures to Porsche.
Porsche doesn’t bow, “I serve as the head of security under Khun Kinn’s employ.”
He lets his gaze slide over to Tawan, “You’ll understand if we have to make some adjustments while you stay here.”
His voice is thin and tight and Kinn barely conceals his glare. Porsche doesn’t care, Tawan seems none the wiser, “That seems reasonable, it was a very abrupt visit after all. I’ve been bugging Kinn to meet his family for months.”
Months. They were fucking the last time Kinn came home and Kinn looks at him while he makes the calculation. Not that he should even have to, Kinn isn’t his boyfriend or even his fuck buddy. He’s pretty sure Kinn has a detailed list about that rather than informing his head of security that he’s bringing an unvetted individual to the compound.
“There’s no problem, is there, Porsche?” Kinn smiles but it’s vacant and he wraps his hand around Tawan’s wrist like a shackle. Porsche eyes his hand and then looks at his face, “Why would there be?”
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cobycobsy2k · 10 months ago
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FOOD TASTING
James and Salma were the first to move on to the tasting round
Coco: Very well guys, what dish are you going to delight us with today?
Salma: Well, we have made some sandwiches along with a chili that my mother made at every family gathering.
Xander: Really? Your mom must be very proud of you Salma!
James: Salma and I spread out making the food, I hope you like it!
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Upon tasting the food, Coco and Xander were delighted by the exquisite flavor of the chili and the toasting of the sandwich!
Xander: Delicious! I'll give them an 8.5 out of 10!
Coco: You're right Xander, this is delicious, I'll give them a 9 out of 10!
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---JAMES AND SALMA HAVE PASSED THE ROUND----
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The next to pass were Hazal and Francisca who came with great joy
Hazal: Hey babies, get ready to enjoy some very tasty food!
Coco: Wow! I can't believe they made something so delicious like Crepes and a good turkey, right Xander?
Xander (eating the turkey): Sorry! I couldn't contain myself any longer HAHAHA! It's so tasty!
Coco: well girls! Xander and I will give them a 10 out of 10, just look at it Hahaha!
Francisca: We did it Hazal! We passed this round!!
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Hazal: High five Francie!!
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---FRANCISCA AND HAZAL HAVE PASSED THE ROUND!!---
Now it's Keegan and Lexie's turn, who were very excited about their dishes!
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Xander (Excited): IT CAN'T BE!! It's Salmon, My favorite food!!
Coco: And my favorite salad, the chef's salad!! How did you know it's our favorite food?
Lexie: Honestly Keegan and I had to read some magazines to find out!
Keegan: Do you like it, Cutie?
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Xander (a little blushing): Yes! thank you very much to both of you hahaha
Coco: I'll give you a 10 out of 10 guys!!, everything is very delicious!!
Xander: So do I! Really, Lexie and Keegan thank you very much!
Lexie: OMG! I can't believe it Keegan! This needs to be celebrated!
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Keegan: You're right Lexie! We have to do something to celebrate!!
---KEEGAN AND LEXIE HAVE PASSED THE ROUND---
Coco: Hey Xander, isn't anyone else missing?
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Xander: I think so, but I don't see that they've done anything… Let me check.
In another part of the mansion
Hazal and Charlie were fighting wildly in the kitchen.
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Hazal: I can't stand you anymore Son of a bitch!! Do you really think I'm going to let you make up other people's shit!?
Charlie: You better stop screwing up my life, Bastard!!
Lauryn: Please stop fighting! Francisca, do something!!
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Francisca: I won't do it until this asshole stops making up rumors about me!!
UNFORTUNATELY, LAURYN AND CHARLIE HAVE LOST THE ROUND. A VOTE WILL BE TAKEN FOR THE ELIMINATION OF ONE OF THEM
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What I ate today:
Breakfast:
I did split some of the ingredients for lunch as well (for example I just one 1 and put part into my breakfast wrap and one part Into my lunch wrap) so I'm gonna put the calories of my breakfast and my lunch just into the lunch category..... Since I don't have the scale for food yet because of a certain lazy postman.
-black coffe 0cal
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(breakfast and) Lunch:
-2 Tortilla wraps 362cal
-1 egg 82cal
-1 mushroom 4cal
-hummus 326cal
-salad 11cal
Together: 788cal
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Dinner:
-1 tomato 11cal
-half a cucumber 9cal
-some soy sauce 9cal
-some gochujang 12cal
Together: 43cal
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If you are asking me why I eat stuff like hummus and the wraps since they are high calorie, my mom got me the wraps and I absolutely hate wasting food so I gotta eat them and unfortunately I have plenty of those. But as soon as I get through with them it's only rice and corn crackers for Me yippie. And for the hummus well idk I saw it on a me@lspø and it's healthy ig so gotta empty that one I have left and well see. I think in the future I'll stick to cottage cheese and other stuff idk Well see. Anyways here are my calories of the day:
830 calories. That's less than yesterday. But honestly as long as I am around 1000cal I am okay. I know I'll be loosing weight eventually and I really don't wanna risk bingeing.
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Ps: someone please be proud of me my stomach hurts and I managed to not eat more than I put on this list. It still does but I can still eat tomorrow
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invisibleraven · 1 year ago
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“ you awake? “ “ depends on who’s asking. “ for Sweet Tarts?
Carrie grumbled and hissed as the knock awoke her from her previously restful slumber. Covering her head with her heavy duvet in a vain attempt to reclaim sleep that she knew was fruitless.
"You awake?"
I am now Carrie thought viciously, but instead gave a muffled reply, "Depends on who's asking."
"Your favourite cowpoke crooner."
Carrie snorted, finally tossing the blankets back, sitting up uncaring about her rumpled state. "Well you're not Shania Twain."
Reggie rolled his eyes fondly. "Yeah well we can't all be perfect I spose." He came and sat next to her, cautiously, like she'd gnash her teeth at him or something, which was... not outside the realm of possibility. "You did tell me to wake you up for three though."
"Ugh, is it three already?" Carrie groaned, running her fingers through her tangled honey locks.
"Eh, closer to three thirty," Reggie said with a shrug. "Which is what I know you meant by three."
"Bless you," Carrie snarked, but blew out a breath. "Okay, I'm up. With protest, but I'm up."
"You're the one who decided to pull an all nighter preparing for this interview," Reggie chided her gently. "Now, come on, your team is downstairs waiting to beautify you."
"Can't I even get a leisurely coffee first?" Carrie grumbled, stretching her limbs out.
"Nope," Reggie replied. "If you wanted time to eat you should have asked me to wake you up at two."
"Remind me why I employ you again?"
"Because I'm the best manager you've ever had," Reggie reminded her. "Plus you love me."
"I'd love you more if you got me a coffee," Carrie retorted, then beamed with delight when Reggie handed her a travel mug that was warm to the touch.
"Just how you like it, and there's a fruit salad waiting downstairs before you start your make-up," Reggie said with a wink.
Carrie took a deep swig of her coffee, tasting her favourite hazelnut creamer, the ample agave syrup, and dark roast basically making up her life blood. She groaned as the caffeine hit her veins. "God I do love you."
"I know," Reggie replied, shuffling her along, getting her situated in the kitchen with her snack as Marilyn did her hair, Leeta her nails, and eventually Hailee did her make up. Carrie hated that she needed a whole team to get ready for an interview, but her image was so ingrained in the public now and it wasn't one she could maintain herself.
Thankfully she was allowed to dress herself, her one moment of reprieve-to just be Carrie all alone while everyone bustled around her. A small second before she pulled on the mask that made her The Carrie Wilson, and not just Carrie.
"Care? You ready?" Reggie called.
"As I'll ever be," she muttered to herself, looking at the pretty pink girl in the mirror, plastering the oh so fake smile on before emerging. Giving an all too real blush when Reggie's eyes took her in, his thoughts betrayed by his expression. Yeah, she still got it.
The interview flew by, a blur really, but everyone seemed pleased with it, and she posed for a multitude of photos to go with it.
Finally everyone was gone, Carrie allowing herself to deflate with exhaustion, stripping off the persona of superstar. Letting the shower wash away the falseness until she could just slump into bed in her sweats.
"What a day," Reggie said with a groan as he slipped in beside her, kissing her temple. "Proud of you doll."
Carrie smiled up at him. Sure it was weird to have her boyfriend as her manager, but they worked well together, were super professional while working, and honestly, who better to look after her interests than the person who loved her more than anything?
"Do we have anything scheduled for tomorrow?" Carrie asked, nuzzling into his chest as they lay down.
"Not a thing, unless you want breakfast in bed."
"Always," Carie mumbled. "Maybe brunch though,"
"Sounds like a plan," Reggie whispered, pressing another kiss to her temple, the two of them drifting off tangled together, as content as could be.
And Carrie didn't wake up the next day until well after the sun was high in the sky, feeling rested, and gazing at the spread Reggie brought for them to eat-supremely loved.
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pbandjesse · 2 years ago
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I had a really good day. I did sleep a bit weird. It was deep sleep but I had some intense and weird dreams. So when James came and said good morning to me I was a little dazed. But it was okay. I would shake it off pretty soon.
I went and got washed up and dressed. I felt very cute and good. My hair looked great. My eyes didn't hurt as much.
James drove me to work. Got me breakfast. I love my James. They also came inside the museum to help fix the DVD player because it was being weird. And then they were off.
I had an excellent day. We had a new educator Sarah and she would be with me all day. She was lovely.
I walked her through the whole museum. Giving her an overview of all the pieces of the programs we were doing today. And it was a lot! Mostly because we had some big groups today. But I was looking forward to it.
I got a big laugh when we went back to the break room and Adam had a plastic cup with a jellyfish in it???? He caught it in the harbor and was going to keep it as a pet?? I was like this seems like a bad idea but apparently he's been doing it a long time and has a tank set up for it. It was fun to see. Though I did think it was a tea bag in a cup at first.
Soon the kids were there. And they were all very sweet. I got them off the bus and inside and soon enough we were breaking into groups.
We were a bit early though and with my schedule having movie and lunch first I couldn't really start to early. So we took a bathroom and water break and I read the sign about the generator and electricity to them and they were honestly all so sweet.
I had the largest group of the 3. 21 kids. Which is fine. But it was the largest neighborhood I've ever had! But that was a problem for later.
I took them to the movie and then went to hang out in the break room. And then it was lunchtime. And Sarah would join me and we talked for a while. About my meeting tomorrow and just some museum stuff. How much I love it. And how it's scary to think about leaving to go to puhtok full time. She thinks I'm being very reasonable with what I'm asking for. I'm still nervous though!!
The rest of the day was good but timing was a little tough with such a big group. We had city builders first. And I had them all choose their buildings. They were great honestly. And I really just enjoyed their company. Sarah helped a lot with putting the buildings together. And then once everyone was done we did our story about our buildings. Which was just good fun. Hearing what everyone thought. I accidently gave them two banks so I had the girls chose their interest rates. 15 and 20%! It was very funny.
And then to the neighborhood. Thankfully the bus wasn't leaving until 145 because we fully went over by 10 minutes. It was a lot. But they all did such a good job in their roles. They were excellent listeners and had a lot to share and I was just really proud of them.
We finished up and got everyone to decker to meet the rest of their class. Who was getting ready to get on the bus. And then one of my kids said they lost their glass bead and he was almost crying so I ran as fast as I could to get him one before they left and I made it!! He was so happy.
I went with Sarah to collect everything then we went to do oysters. I took a few minutes to eat my sandwich. And then joined everything upstairs.
We got a lot done and cleaned up. It was nice talking to everyone. And soon James was there too!! Jessica came up to ask how the day went and she was like stop giving them glass beads!! But I am positive I have told her I did that before because they say it's a crystal and they get so excited. I'm going to buy a bag of them to make up to her so she's not upset with me!! I still think it's funny.
Me and James headed home. And I felt pretty good for once. Not exhausted. I would get changed and James would make me a little milkshake. I worked on a drawing and we hung out in bed. They would make me a beautiful salad for dinner. And we shared some chips.
James had their podcast tonight. Another guest which was very cool! And while they did that I worked in the studio. I added backs to more of my resin bears. And finally embroidered my apron for awah. Which I think came out so cute.
James made a big fuss about my embroidery which made me feel good. And they would have some dinner. I would chill in bed and do my eyebrows and watch some videos.
And now it's gotten late all of a sudden. But that's okay. I am going to go shower now and get ready to sleep.
Tomorrow I have my meeting with Alexi and she suggested making a Google call so I don't have to come out there. So I get to have most of the day off so that is really nice.
Let's hope the conversation goes well though. Cause I want this to work out. So wish me luck. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!!
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guttergirlblogging · 2 months ago
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day 3
1 September log
₊⋆ ☀︎ morning weigh-in 71.65kg when i woke up (-0.4kg) then 71.5kg (-0.55kg) after breakfast?? no clue what happened gang
ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ‧₊˚ ☾ night weigh-in 71.8kg
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food ✩ ₊˚
coffee (100 kcal)
muffin (~160 kcal)
horoyoi soda (~50 kcal)
bolognese pasta (my mom made it for me so i have no clue about the calories unfortunately 😭✊🏻 i'm just gonna estimate it at 900 kcal)
kiwi (50 kcal)
m & ms (58 kcal)
total 1318 kcal
about the same as yesterday at least it didn't increase too much??
i physically cannot go a day without having at least one big hearty meal that alone could be someones entire day of calories please send help i'm thinking of trying fasting?? but i'm not sure if that would make my binges even worse
workout 🧘🏻‍♀️ྀིྀི🎧🫧
my feet are very blistered from yesterday's walk so i couldn't do as much calorie burning today :( i just did slower walking on the treadmill lol
(based on apple health) total active calories burned today: 307 kcal for some reason?? i think it overestimated for sure cuz i walked half the distance i did yesterday AND at a slower speed
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calories aside logging my food for the past 3 days has made me realize how little vegetables i eat so i'm gonna try and get in a salad tomorrow + some more fruit ᡣ𐭩
gonna aim for <1100 cals tomorrow! i'm honestly pretty proud of myself so far though <3
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casspurrjoybell-33 · 8 months ago
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Emmett
This morning, after Finnegan left, I finally got around to going through my mail from last week.
Most of it was crap, of course but one letter surprised me so much that I sat down before opening it.
I didn't expect to hear back, I just submitted a few photos on a whim while Finnegan was in Michigan.
I'd thought that having something to look forward was good even though I knew I didn't have a chance.
But now I'm holding a letter from the Maryland Arts Council.
Every fall they offer a class and then do a huge photography exhibition that gets seen by important people.
People who launch careers.
People who make money for people like me.
I guess they could be nice and respond to all the applicants.
That's probably it.
Until I open it I don't know if I've been accepted or not.
It's like that dead cat in a box.
I might have gotten in.
Once I read it, I'll know I didn't.
Not that I expected to, I've never been able to devote the time and energy into it that I want to.
Some people don't have jobs and bills to pay and have parents to buy them great cameras and all the lenses they want.
I have to make do.
This class, shit, I can't go even if I want to.
Job. See? So it doesn't matter, I'll just open it.
I rip it open and then pull the letter out gingerly.
It's folded in three and I slowly flatten it out on the table.
Dear Mr. Emmett Locke.
Shit... SHIT... Holy shit I'm in.
Damn.
I'm floored, honestly and damn proud of myself.
I can't accept... I'm not free from 9 to 5 for two weeks in September and October but that's okay, just knowing I got in is enough to get me excited about working on my pictures from the beach.
Unfortunately I have to work so the pictures will wait until Thursday when I'm off.
I head to the garage and let me tell you, Peter is glad I'm back if the sign, chocolate bar and little note saying 'better you than me today' is any indication.
We have cars in both bays and two parked out front, they got a little backed up last week so I spend the day doing two sets of brakes and some transmission work.
When I get home Wednesday evening, Finnegan is gaming.
His tongue is out and he's laser focused.
He's at least taken time to get out of the monkey suit and get himself a drink but he doesn't even look at me when I walk in.
"Hey darling."
No answer. Okay?
I go get cleaned up and out of my dirty clothes and then start on dinner.
Once the pasta is cooking I sit down next to him.
I didn't see much of him Monday or Tuesday, so much for not needing to be in the office, so I'm glad he's home for dinner tonight.
"Short day for you. I'm glad. Dinner in about ten minutes."
"Not hungry, wanna play."
Okay, I've been patient.
"Did you have dinner, Finn?"
Because if so, when I got home would have been the time to tell me.
"Nope."
"Then you'll eat when it's ready."
"No."
He's never been this bratty before.
I wonder if something happened at work today or if this is just from having no little time Monday and Tuesday.
Maybe he's in withdrawal after last week.
I snake my hand down behind him and press against his hole right through his undies.
"You'll do what I say, Finn."
He's still trying to play but I lean over and nibble on his neck.
"Emmett."
"For being a brat you can come set the table."
I know this game autosaves so I grab the remote and turn the TV off.
"No, Emmett. That's mean."
"Ignoring me when I got home was mean, Finn. Telling me you won't eat the dinner I made is mean. I think you desperately need a lesson in how to treat me."
He's not mad now, he's smiling.
"I like lessons."
He follows me into the kitchen and grabs the salad, taking it to the table.
Before long we're eating, I just had to drain and sauce the pasta and he is shoving food into his mouth.
Not three minutes later he hops up, drops his plate in the sink, mumbles a thank you and disappears back into the living room.
Nope, not happening.
I finish eating and when I head out he's playing the game again, of course.
He hasn't even sat down, he's right up against the coffee table as if it'll help him play better.
I haven't done that since I first started watching porn.
I decide that if he's going to play... I'm going to play with him.
I grab the lube and then yank him down onto my lap.
"A good little boy doesn't treat his master like this, Finn. Now you're going to make it up to me."
"No, Emmett. I'm playing. Gonna beat the boss."
"I'm the boss, babe but you can keep playing. In fact, I insist."
I grind my cock against his ass while palming him.
He squirms, pressing against my hand.
"It's hard, Em."
"Lots of things are hard."
Our cocks, playing while being messed with, life.
"Lift up."
I manage to wiggle his undies down and then I perch him on my knees so I can really play with him.
I decide to hold him by the balls and start opening him up with one finger.
His thighs are flexing and he's clenching around me but managing to play, somehow.
I wonder how long he can do it.
Eventually I have two fingers massaging his spot while I slowly jerk him off.
He finally tries to put the controller down.
"Feels so good, Emmett."
"Uh uh but you keep playing. Your game is more important than me, so you just keep going."
"Is not, I'm sorry."
He tries to turn around but I hold him in place.
"Not yet you're not. Keep going."
He picks it back up and I tease and mess with him for another twenty minutes.
There's a rivulet of sweat going down his back and I've lost track of how many times he's died.
"Please? Please Em. I need you."
"I thought you wanted to beat the boss and you haven't yet, have you?"
"Can't concentrate Em. need lovies."
"Is that so?"
I love playing with him but I only have so much self-control.
I nudge him forward and he ends up on his knees, chest resting on the coffee table.
"Keep playing, Finn."
"No, want lovies. Please Em."
Well, if his hands aren't busy holding a controller.
"Show me... hold that little ass open for me."
Damn that's sexy as hell.
I really like his hands back here and he does have a sweet, sweet hole.
"You've been a very naughty boy, Finn."
"I know, I'm sorry Em. Will you hurt me?"
He's begging for it, he wants it rough.
Fine.
"You deserve it. You shouldn't ignore your master because when you do, you'll get in trouble and you, little boy.... are in big trouble."
Time to make him scream.
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marcholasmoth · 1 year ago
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OSRR: 3284
i went to the fabric store this morning with my mom to find a good color for the edge of her stained glass quilt. i pulled the winning bolt.
we went to lull farms and got some fresh peaches and a couple eclairs, which in my opinion are delicious. they're hefty chonkers and i'm happy to eat them.
i eventually made my way to work, intending to stop at the cafe at the school to get something for lunch, but when i got there, there wasn't anybody working, so i couldn't get food. so i grabbed a bottle of juice from a vending machine and made my way to the library.
i worked with three people on probability and statistics. and then when i was done i did some more. but one student was almost finished with all of her work, so she brought me a chocolate chip muffin, two donuts, and a gift card to express her gratitude for my help. she's been a sweetheart the whole time so i'm happy i was able to help her. i'm very proud of her.
anyway, after work i made it home and we had pork chops for dinner, and after dinner i sat down to write. i hammered out about 1500 words in an hour and added three and a half pages to a story i'd been working on for a WHILE, and i didn't realize it had been so long, honestly. i looked at the dates things were saved and they said DECEMBER. it's AUGUST. what???? when did that happen????? i could've sworn it was only march when i put those other files together. december???????????
fuck the passage of time. fr.
i had been asked to make tuna and clean out the cat's litter box, so after i finished writing, i set out to make the tuna, but i also wanted to make chicken salad for myself for lunches. i cut up all of the celery, but as i was squeezing out the liquid from the second can of chicken, i sliced my finger on the can. immediately it started hurting so i rinsed it, grabbed a paper towel, and then put pressure on it. in the meantime, i looked up how to know if you need stitches and which open emergency room was closest.
because at the cutoff of ten minutes, it was still bleeding.
so my dad to be to the emergency room where we sat for like an hour without being called in for anything or even triaged.
(short staffing is a bitch.)
but eventually i looked it at, and i let it bleed for a little longer, but then it stopped! so i told the nurse at the window and we came back home.
mom helped me put a bandage on and i sent mayo the last of the fic i did for them, but i gotta say i'm really proud of how it turned out.
i also texted joel in the middle of the ordeal and was like "grumble grumble grumble i cut my finger" and thankfully it's on the top because if it were on the bottom or the pad i would've died immediately, just, like,
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so now i'm in bed and i need sleep badly. my finger is bundled up and i'm glad i didn't need stitches. i'm glad i didn't stay. i'd be there for another seven hours or something.
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oblivious-aro · 3 months ago
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So in this particular case I was complaining about teasing, specifically in the Ace Attorney franchise (I lied for to give this post more mass appeal, sorry for being a sellout), because MAN is it a problem from the third game onward. My exact words were "I can't stand teasing", and my sister responded with "sounds like a you problem".
My sister is a weeb who approaches media criticism like a Steven Universe fan in 2018. In other words, she does not respond well to negative criticism of things she likes. That being said, she hasn't played any of the Ace Attorney games, she just reacts that way to any negative criticism of anything from me (she's one of those people who has to say "in my opinion" 50 times before saying anything negative). To summarize years of sibling drama, we used to fight about Steven Universe (and other stuff, but that was the main one) as teenagers who, in hindsight, both really could've used some therapy. I definitely said some dumb stuff I'm not proud of, but I like to think I've at least gotten a little more skilled and considerate of the way I talk about media since then, but my sister still views media criticism the same way she did as a teenager (and not to be tactless, but not a very emotionally stable teenager at that), which among other things, means her go-to is "your framing your opinion as fact!"
And the thing about framing your opinion objectively vs. subjectively is that it's just a very juvenile thing to focus on. It's a low effort criticism that doesn't actually engage with what the speaker is saying. Which sucks because 9 times out of 10, I've put a fair bit of thought into the opinion I'm presenting, and you've just shot me down completely with a single thoughtless retort.
Calling someone out for 'framing their opinion as fact' is like putting tomatoes in a fruit salad. Congrats, you're technically correct, but your fruit salad sucks.
Not only is it smug and nitpicky, it's also dishonest. They don't want to listen to your opinion, but they can't admit that that's a then problem, so they try and make it seem like you're fault they're not engaging.
Imagine you've gone to the trouble to make a new interesting meal for supper, only for them to refuse to even try it because of the garnish. Sure, I don't expect everyone to like everything I cook. If you don't want to eat it, you can just say so, but you're not even going to try it and act like it's my fault?
No, that's stupid. I generally try to be accommodating, but I refuse to bend to such a petty and disrespectful request. Pick the garnish off yourself. I know you can do it if you want to. It is not hard.
But there's a reason they won't do it. One night, I forgot to put the garnish on, and do you know what happened? That same person said they weren't interested in trying the meal because there was no garnish.
Honestly, I want even mad. Well okay, I was a little mad, but I wasn't surprised. As I said, the garnish is easy to pick off, just like mentally switching someone's word choice from "is bad" to "I don't like" is easy. It was never anything you did, they never wanted to engage with your opinion in the first place, so they pull out whatever excuse is available to paint their refusal to engage as your fault. It doesn't have to be good, they just need something, anything, to reassure themselves that their refusal to engage is your fault so they don't have to examine themselves.
What are they trying to avoid examining? Well they're are two possibilities. The first is that they are too attached to the media being criticized, and can't handle the prospect of someone seeing it as imperfect, so they must prove them wrong to protect their perception of said media.
The second is that they just don't like the person speaking, so they'll take whatever route to frame them as wrong or get them to shut up. My sister's done her fair share of the first (ie. Steven Universe), but considering she hasn't played (or watched much) Ace Attorney, her attitude tends to fall in the second category regarding me (in case it wasn't obvious, or relationship is...less than stellar). She once told me off for being "too negative" for complaining about Young Justice, but I later heard her making similar complaints about the show to our brother.
You may also notice this attitude regarding certain popular youtubers and other celebrities. It doesn't matter how flimsy the reasoning, just as long as they have a "reason" to write you off.
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Don't think I've gotten that one, but I can see it and oof that sucks :/
If there's one thing I've learned, it's that someone complaining you "frame your opinions as fact" has no intention of engaging with you honestly, and you straight-up just shouldn't bother with them. They've got their own shit to sort out.
Me: "Shows that do that trope are terrible."
Them: "You're framing your opinion as an objective fact, so that makes you automatically wrong."
Me: "I hate it when TV shows so that trope."
Them: "Wow, sounds like a you problem."
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I got my monster, but I'm working on cutting soda out. Maybe every once in a while, I'll drink one. I just bought a 12 pack, and when that is done, I'm done. I did something I think smart. I got subway, but even though there is the deal for buy one get one, I got one of the protein salads. So even though I could have had 2 sandwiches for a little bit more. My salad is plain other than dressing, and I'm eating my chicken on the side.
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Don’t limit yourself too much it will only make you want to break even more and honestly if you cut out soda and still want some you could try the diet sodas maybe once a week or so
But I’m proud of you babes!!! Keep doing what you’re doing :))
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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^
RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!
FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino
WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe
A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖
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NARUTO
you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?
yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling
its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???
definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)
holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.
asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village
jiraiya was so proud of him T-T
comes up with the WORST pickup lines
they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost
has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere
it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him
you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea
concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong
he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,
“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”
you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.
SAKURA
100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you
they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???
writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror
“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”
her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would
does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again
like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair
her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats
ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.
eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters
loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly
but she especially loves chihuahuas
they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself
dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails
she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3
SHIKAMARU
this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.
is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.
it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him
tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭
just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again
hates checkers, loves chess
“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara
i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling
like that’s his hidden talent
can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm
speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue
like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it
he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible
wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.
thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at
you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day
plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)
INO
teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair
like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair
sakura was just fuming in the sidelines
“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”
yeah, ino 🙄
the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr
ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy
also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not
and definitely judges you for your sign 😣
“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”
makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower
only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)
one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff
also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes
also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands
can play a badass flute solo. period.
CHOJI
would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus
he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY
he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??
whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food
“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”
“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”
he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!
asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles
it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D
he really likes crayons!!!!
like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them
he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.
definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town
he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies
i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk
like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH
he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3
NEJI
he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.
just cucumber
like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah
it’s mellow and cool, just like him!
speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials
it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well
seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.
i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why
like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye
CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows
who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute
he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul
he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T
also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you
LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.
i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature
he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna
it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶
ROCK LEE
100% milly rocks everywhere
gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing
“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”
they also dab together. a lot
DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.
definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party
he’s mad skilled at it too
headspins and windmills galore
challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him
lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back
naruto obliged, and he STILL lost
RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T
i feel like his favorite subject is science
not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS
definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair
but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time
created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day
and it was actually working
girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face
he was so abashed at the sudden attention
heck, it even worked on sakura
“oi, lee-san!”
“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”
her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder
“hey... lee-san?”
“what is it?”
“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”
legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.
TENTEN
has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast
it’s like a superpower
like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting
naruto is so jealous.
she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things
taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them
she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool
made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them
i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes
LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds
like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!
hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs
she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan
sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this
but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)
KIBA
kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not
like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect
you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house
it’s pure artwork
i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭
kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.
he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO
he just wallowed there... in shame...
also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!
he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence
not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost
okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!
seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7
it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning
10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️
HINATA
always smells like lavender soap. always
also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things
oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)
everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters
and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭
naruto goes BALLISTIC over them
she lets him have all of them <3
tennis girl!!! tennis girl.
all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet
but she has a KILLER serve
and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)
she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance
i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies
she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional
also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!
color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane
everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^
SHINO
shino is SO easy to prank
“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*
“eyemaster bait. that is because—”
even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE
tried his hand at writing haikus
here’s his best one so far:
“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame
VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect
praise it, pls
had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid
and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.
he loves the little chitters of the different bugs
he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room
collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)
HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says
“my ants”
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Do farm clexa sell anything from their farm like fruits, vegetables, milk, eggs, meat, etc? I'm just imagining they set up a small stand at their town's weekly farmers market where they sell their goods for some extra cash on the side.
How cute would it be if Madi were to help them as customers come and shop their produce and food 🥺 She hands out free samples of their fruit and veggies from their garden. She even tells them that she grew them all by herself and hopes they like it and buy some. How can any customer refuse when Madi looks at them with her adorable curls, freckles, and big smile 😁
She even helps Clarke with the cash register and ringing people's orders up. She also likes handing out the change but it takes her a while as she's still learning how to count but no one cares when they have the cutest cashier helping them ☺️
Also, Madi loves to walk around the farmers market holding her mommy's hand and look at all the cool stands and food and products that people are selling. Her favorite ones are the stands with the free food samples because she's always hungry and has a massive sweet tooth. All the regulars love her and always spoil her with larger sample sizes.
They do! They sell mainly produce and eggs as well as a few baked goods Lexa makes. They have a whole adorable set up with a flipped painted crate for Madi to stand on and hand drawn signs with the price made by Clarke.
🥺🥺🥺 shut up that's so fucking cute!! Madi is usually on vegetable duty since those are the ones she helps plant and the ones she knows better, people are always so enchanted by this tiny little girl counting out loud to herself as she puts their mushrooms one by one in the bag. And honestly she's the best little sales lady :'). She tells people mommy makes the best soups and salads with their carrots, they should really try it :D! And she helped them grow because now her mommy lets her be the one to plant and water them! I swear it's the hardest thing to resist, old ladies in particular seem to have a hard time no falling for little Madi's selling techniques, one look at those freckled rosy chubby cheeks with a smile that's so similar to Lexa's when she was little and they are buying things they already have at home and don't need. Her pride and joy tho is when she on cake duty, she helps Lexa bake a lot of the lemon bars and brownies they sell and it's something she adores doing with her mommy so when people by a slice and eat it right there showering them with compliments Madi gets so happy her and mommy's baking was as delicious to others as it was to her :')
Ah yes, Clarke's little helper! People joke that while Madi is an exact copy of Lexa looks wise all of her mannerisms are definitely Clarke's (which makes Clarke all proud). She always makes sure to show Clarke the change so she can confirm she's right, and a little down the road she's the one who confirms if her siblings are doing it correctly, big sister duties and all. And honestly her being there is a huge help when it's too hot for Lexa to be standing on her feet all morning while pregnant so she can sit in the van for a while knowing Clarke won't be too overwhelmed with things. She loves hearing her baby go "I'm almost finished here, I can help who's next!" in her little toddler voice while people gush about her to Clarke.
Even the ones without samples will give Madi samples 😅 her and her moms are such a staple at the market either buying or selling that the moment they see the two heads of dark curly hair they immediately get a little treat for her out. There's this homemade sweets stall that Lexa has taken to avoiding because they will fill her little girl with sugar via free samples (and Lexa herself tbh, she tries her best not to over indulge but always ends up with a bag of candy she bought and told Madi it was for Clarke but by the time they get back the bag if half empty). The market is small and once she's old enough Madi is allowed to go around it and buy something for herself as Lexa and Clarke finish packing their stuff. She usually comes back with a few things to eat and two flowers for her mommas 🥺
This is just so fucking cute, I cannot stop thinking about little Madi pushing her crate around their table as she grabs everything the clients ask for, carrying the money up to Clarke so she can give her change, going to Lexa with sleepy eyes "can I have a break mommy?" that Lexa always smiles and tells her of course, she can stop for the day even, so she just sits on the back of their truck with Fish and plays with her toys. Funnily enough, she usually ends up playing market with them 🥺
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beigehearts · 4 years ago
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So I'm not sure if you're comfortable writing for these kinds of things so if you aren't then you can just ignore this.
You can write it with Hisoka, Chrollo, Illumi, one or all of them I don't mind (preferably Hisoka)
But I've got issues with eating, not a full out eating disorder (at least not that I know of, I haven't been to a doctor for it) but I find it intimidating to eat full meals, and I normally only eat a couple things daily. Maybe an apple here and an orange for later.
And because of that I've sworn off having kids until I can get it under control (its been 4 years and doesn't seem to get better, I just keep losing weight) last time I weighed myself I was 112 which is getting pretty close to underweight for my height and age.
So could you please do a trio (or individual) x fem reader where she's been bullied about her weight by her mom and peers and has a hard time eating, and because of that she doesn't want to get pregnant and risk having a baby born premature or extremely unhealthy, or die. But somehow she manages to get pregnant (maybe failed contraceptives) so Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo tries helping her get better about eating. Setting timers and having thought out meals for the day that includes all the food groups needed.
I've always been told to eat more or that all I ever eat is junk food but I'm not fat, I'm not extremely skinny, I just wish there would've been somebody telling me that everything would be fine and help me through it. Nobody has yet though, everybodys first reaction to me saying I rarely eat is that I should eat more when I literally cannot force myself to do so.
I really do apologize for this being long, and if you don't write this I can always find somebody else.
No I completely understand! I’ve struggled with my eating in the past and I sympathize. I know that hearing “just eat” and what not doesn’t help and I know it’s hard- but all you can do is try your hardest to get better- the journey is just as important as the result I’m more than happy to do this request- I really appreciate it because I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while. I tried to get this done asap because I feel like its important I really hope you like it!!
Alright let’s get started lads fem!reader CW: eating disorder, pregnancy
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Illumi
It’s been days since you had your last meal. As his future wife and a future mother it has worried him sick. And at some points you wonder if he’s only concerned about the baby. You’ve been on birth control for months after having a long talk with Illumi that children would need to wait a bit until you have yourself under control. He’s been acting strangely, he’s been pacing which he has never done before, and snapping at his brothers, sister, and mother.
You sit on the balcony, a heavy rain pounding down, the awning above you barely protecting you. You look into the distance and rub your belly, as if trying to wish away the baby. It’s not that you don’t want children, you really do, and you also want to for Illumi’s sake. But it’s not time. You’re not ready. Your body is too frail and your hips cannot hold a child. The mere thought of something going wrong with your precious baby, is enough to make you sick. You’ve been brewing in bad thoughts for days since you found out- but this isn’t time to sulk...
Illumi opens the sliding door to the balcony, staring at you for a long while before sitting on the ground next to your chair. He grabs your hand on your belly and rubs it gently- with so much affection you feel like he’s a different person.
“Y/n.” He looks up at you with his big, dark eyes. “It’s scary.” He pauses, being unusually sensitive. “I can’t wait for the baby. But I need you right now.” He seems very out of his element, he’s not exactly the type to share his emotions. Though he can tell he needs to put himself aside for the well being of his future wife and future child. “We’re going to get through this together.” He nods to himself, and places his cheek on your hand, “You don’t have to do this alone. You have me now. I apologize that I have not been doing my best for you- but we’ll do it.”
He stands up, bringing you with him, pressing you against his chest. He holds your head against him, then pats your head gently. “We’ll set a schedule. We’ll eat together at every meal. I promise to be here now.” He begins playing with your hair and wraps an arm around your waist, “It’ll be just like training.”
You tilt your head up to him and frown at the training part.
He stutters and says, “No, it’ll be a process.” A sign of small smile makes it’s way onto his face, “Our baby will be just fine.”  
Illumi has never shown you such a sensitive side of him and you begin to wonder if he’s gone through this too. Either way, his comforting head pats and warm chest are enough for you in this moment.
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Hisoka
Sometimes your boyfriend could be just so oblivious. He always cares and pays attention to you but sometimes things go over his head. He equates your morning sickness which is just dry heaving with being dehydrated. Though maybe telling him would just make it easier. You’ve been telling Hisoka that you want to get better. You’re tired of this burden on you constantly. Tired of food looking like poison. He’s done his best to help you. Though he’s somewhat lost in how to do so.
He loves you dearly and honestly how much he loves you sometimes scares you. You try not to think about what lengths he’s gone for you.
Hisoka is laying in bed, shuffling cards and twirling them on his finger.  He’s quite good with his hands. Quiet music plays from the radio- some new hip hop hit. He averts his eyes from his cards, to look at you. It’s been a month and it’s about time he knows why your belly has a small bulge- it not being from you eating better or more.
You spit it out- wasting no time and getting to the point. “I’m pregnant.” You close your eyes, as if scared he’s gonna lash out or break something. But none of that happens, it’s silence.
You peek one eye open to see him doe eyed, caught in head lights. The cards fall out of his hands. He clears his throat and fixes his face, “Come here baby.” You obey him and sit down next to him on the bed, he pulls you onto his lap and holds your face in his hands.
“I wish you told me sooner. I could have prepared.”
Eyes begin swelling in your eyes and he once again looks stunned. You burst into tears and hold onto his shirt, nuzzling your head into his neck. Through broken sobs you manage to say, “I’m no good as a mother. I can’t take care of it! I’m no good Hisoka- what if I kill it? I’m no good.” Sobs rack your body, leaving your trembling against his own body.
Hands grab your shoulders and he pushes you up, then wipes the tears from your face. “You’re perfect to hold a baby. What is it you’re worried about?”
You begin to hyperventilate after you have no more tears to cry. Through each breath you gasp out, “I’m... too... small... what if... I have a...” At the mere thought of your next words your heart begins pounding, “Miscarriage?” You let out one last sob of a word, “I can’t feed me and my baby...”
He shushes you and pushes some hair behind your ear, “Oh honey. You’ve been working so hard on getting better. You’re sick and that’s okay. We just have to work harder? Right?”
Nodding but you still can’t control your breathing, he says, “Come on take a deep breath.” Listening to his directions you do. “It’s gonna be alright. You’ll be a great mother. You work so hard. We just have to keep pushing.”
You nod, and collapse against his chest and whisper, “Is the baby going to be okay?”
“Yes, and so will you.”
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Chrollo
Once the both of you found out you were pregnant, it was pure confusion. You were taking contraceptives and Chrollo knows how much you don’t want a baby right now. It was a long conversation you had when you got contraceptives. Despite wanting a child, he wanted nothing more than you to be happy and healthy. It’s been months, four months to be precise. You lost 3 pounds in that time no matter what you did. You just couldn’t make yourself eat and when you did you felt terrible, guilty.
It was mealtime, all though you haven’t eaten at mealtime in weeks, Chrollo keeps trying. He made a light salad, with tomatoes and olives, that’s all. He knows how the sight of big meals only discourages you.
He steps around the table with a small plate in his hand, and sets it in front of you. A small plate with a few bites of salad. It should be easy. But it’s not. He kisses your forehead and sits on the other side of the table. A candle is lit and a single rose is in a vase. He tries to make every meal seem like a feast but lacking the food. He has a normal size bowl full of salad and he smiles at you from across the table.
“Time to eat.” He takes a bite of his salad- not pressuring you in any way to eat. The plate itself is enough pressure. You pick up the fork like you’ve practiced so many times and stare at the green leaves beneath you. The fork picks up a single leaf and you bring it to your mouth, opening and hesitantly placing it inside. Chewing is almost the worst part- but the worst part is swallowing. You swallow the leaf and look up at Chrollo. You can tell he’s trying to mask his excitement as not to overwhelm you.
The most you manage is another six single leaves, and a single, half cut cherry tomato.
You look up to him once again, shame taking over you, “That’s all I can do...”
His eyes go wide and you wonder if he’s upset that you didn’t keep going. Instead he leaps out of his chair and around the table. He picks you up into his arms and spins you around while laughing. He gently places you back down on the floor and can’t contain his smile.
“Oh darling you’re doing so great. I’m so proud of you.” Tears being to prick at your eyes when hearing his words, “You’re so good, let’s try again tomorrow okay?”
He squeezes you tightly and shakes you side to side, “You’re just so wonderful. I’m so proud.” No one has ever said they’re proud of you besides him. It’s such a blissful sound to your ears.
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