#meal prep muscle gain | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wannabe-skinni-qween · 5 days

Text

111 4n4 tips!!!

leaving dirty dishes around makes people think you ate

taking cold showers burns more calories

using a smaller plate/bowl makes you feel like you ate more

eating protein burns more calories

leave the kitchen after eating so that you aren't tempted to eat more

sleeping burns calories and makes you less hungry

reward yourself when you do good, but never use food as a reward

fiber keeps you fuller for longer and helps your digestive system

hot water fills you up more

cold water burns more calories

never break a fast with a big meal

don't dispose of food in your own bin

leave empty food wrappers around to make people think you ate

distract yourself for 30 minutes after eating so you don't go back for more

keep thinspo with you wherever you go

cut a ribbon the size you want your waist to be. when temped to eat, wrap it around your waist to see how close you are

keep trigger foods out of the house

cut food into small pieces as it makes you feel like you're eating more

get out of the all or nothing mindset

when you can, eat in front of a mirror

whenever you crave a food, add its calories to your food tracking app (or whatever you use) then subtract them at the end of the day to see how much you didn't eat

it takes 21 days to build a habit

meal prep low calorie food

don't eat when you aren't hungry just because you have calories left

good posture burns more calories

buy clothes in a smaller size as motivation

keep a water bottle with you all day and you'll find it easier to drink more water

eat denser foods so you feel more full

adding spices to foods makes it taste better and (depending on the spice) can increase your metabolism

put up notes with messages to yourself on mirrors, doors and in the kitchen to give you motivation to stop snacking

the longer your stomach is empty, the smaller it gets and the less you need to be full and the longer your body is using its stored fat for energy

eating more salt before getting weighed makes you weigh more due to water retention

take food from the kitchen often to make it look like you're eating more

black pepper makes your heart rate go up incase people are worried that it's too low

drink lots of water before getting weighed at the doctor's

cook often for people and they will assume that you ate some while you were in the kitchen

when you cook, just the act of seeing so much food and smelling it is often enough to fill you up

keep in mind that if you eat too much you will get fat. they don't make cute clothes for fat people

try not to eat much when there aren't other people around

weight lost slowly is more likely to stay off, weight lost rapidly is more likely to be gained back

having more muscle burns more calories

try to stand or walk more instead of sitting

stay hydrated

frozen foods take longer to eat

eating from a dark coloured plate makes you feel like you're eating more

don't buy in bulk, it'll make you feel like you need to eat more before the food goes bad

your body often mistake thirst for hunger

don't talk about dieting or weight loss around other (non ed) people

have excuses ready for why you haven't eaten

laxitives don't affect calorie consumption

blotting greasy food like pizza can save about 100 calories

liquid calories are less filling

instead of cutting out high calorie foods completely, have them in small amounts or find a lower calorie substitute that satisfies the craving

horizontal stripes can make you look wider

purging too hard can rupture your esophagus

binging can expand your stomach

"negative calorie foods" don't exist

sit down when you eat and savour your food

not sleeping enough can decrease your metabolism

make sure to take your vitamins!!!

overuse of laxitives can cause incontinence

if you have things you shouldn't, make sure to hide it properly/dispose of it as soon as possible

cook food like fish, that leaves a smell so people know you've eaten

keep yourself busy to stay distracted from food

leave the house often so you aren't around food all the time (go for a walk or drive, join a club, sit in the park, etc)

eating breakfast makes you less likely to binge later in the day

flavour water with electrolyte tablets, fruit, or something else to make you want to drink it more

when you want to bing, count down from your current weight to your goal weight

suck suck on ice

light a scented candle to mute your appetite

brush your teeth after eating so you're less likely to eat more

if you get hunger pangs, imagine your stomach eating away at your fat

think of your weight as temporary

eat slowly and chew properly

track everything you eat, even when you binge

try to exercise at least a little every day. even a small walk around the block is better than nothing

drink green tea

fidgeting burns more calories

think of reasons for why you want to lose weight

ask yourself before every meal "will this make me feel good? will it help me reach my goals?"

find what works for you, everyone works differently and a method that works for other people may not work for you

try not to eat too much in one sitting, even if it fits your calorie limit. lots of little meals are better than one big meal

try not to get distracted while you eat

when you go food shopping, only take money for what you need

drink a glass of water before you eat

try not to eat within three hours of going to bed

don't take small bites of food throughout the day without counting it. calories add up fast

save money for every time you skip a meal, or stick to your calorie limit. then, reward yourself by buying something nice (new clothes is good)

never eat in secret or hoard food!!! it's a horrible habit that can lead to binging

tell people you feel sick if they try to make you eat

don't be scared of diet drinks. if they satisfy your craving, drink them

track weight loss using measuring tape. the scale is affected by everything and you will always see yourself as fat in the mirror

when you have a craving, sprinkle a little salt on your tongue

make a list of things you look forward to when you reach your goal weight

being in ketosis can make your breath stink. please chew gum or eat sugar free mints

eat with chopsticks to slow you down

share your food with friends and family

weight yourself once a week instead of once a day to see more obvious progress

walking > running. running burns calories quicker but also makes you tired and hungry

don't act too nervous at the dinner table, people will get suspicious

practise getting good at maths so you can count calories in your head

if you eat the same number of calories every day your body will get used to it and you could hit a plateau

try to eat less ultra processed/sugary foods as they can slow your metabolism and make you hungrier

keep a rubber band around your wrist and snap it whenever you feel like binging

it takes about 20 minutes for your body to feel full from when you start eating

when you feel like eating, paint your nails and you won't be able to eat until the polish dries

plan what you will eat a day prior

restricting too low will make you want to binge more

find an ananana buddy

don't keep eating if you're already full. if you have food still on your plate, save it and eat it another time

stay positive! even if you mess up a few times, you WILL lose the weight

361 notes · View notes

hotluncheddie · 1 month

Note

How do you feel about chubby female Steve (steddie)? I love a good female Steve/Eddie fic 🥰

see, well, i do also love - simply bc i love people having fun. but i haven't really read much female steddie tbh tbh

i do, however, have a lifelong dream of calling a beautiful butch woman daddy

so i will be imparting this dream onto Eddie, and making it come true, as a treat.

so please imagine a lovely, fat, strong, beautiful, butch Stevie Harrington (with pretty long hair and an undercut) and manic pixie goblin girl Eddie Munson (covered in tattoos with a silly little curly mullet) <3

I also saw a very cute video on Instagram of a lesbian couple and one was not feeling good about how her stomach looked asking ‘why does it do that’ and her gf just said bc you’re hot, and you’re healing. And I think that that’s very steddie tbh tbh

Stevie and Eddie are coming back from the lake, sun kisses and sleepy from their day. Stevie in a blue bikini with one of her muscle shirts over the top, sunglasses on and hair whipping in the wind, thick thighs spread across the drivers seat. Eddie pulled on a pair of shorts over her skinny legs, but her belly has gotta a little chubbier lately, causing a roll to sit just above where the waistband sits at her belly button. She squishes it, grumbling and huffing, ‘why does it do that? It’s. Is it supposed to do that?’

Stevie looks over, confused, but her face softens as she looks back at the road. ‘It looks like that because you’re a hot girl.’ She says, smiling. Then reaches over and strokes the skin softly with her hand, head swivelling to glance between Eddie and the road. ‘And healing girls have it.’ She says softly, tenderly, pressing her fingers in and pinching just to make Eddie gasp.

They’ve been trying to work with her recently accepted ADHD, which means building some better techniques to make sure Eddie remembers to eat throughout the day. She had to stop tattooing a client because she got dizzy from only drinking ice coffee and not eating for like 14 hours. Her and Stevie is had a conversation about it, Eddie embarrassed and frustrated, Stevie understanding and pragmatic. She eats much more regularly now, thanks to the reminders and meal prepping, which obviously means she’s gained a little weight. but also means she has more energy and it’s improved her work and ability to interact with the clients.

Doesn’t mean Eddie’s used to it yet though.

Eddie bites her lip, pulling Stevie’s hand between her own and kissing across her knuckles, kissing the rings Eddie found for her at flea markets and sucking her thumb into her mouth just because she can. And because it makes Stevie’s eyes go dark.

Eddie pulls the digit out with a soft pop, sighing ‘I guess.’ to end the conversation - her heart much too full to handle. She grabs the tape box from the back and shoves Dio in and turning it up, head banging until she’s breathless. Stevie glancing over as much as she can, smiling again.

They stop at a drive through on the way back, Eddie squirming and breathing heavy as she feeds Stevie fries and passes her nuggets dipped in sauce so she can keep driving them home. Stevie ignoring her, licking both their fingers clean and driving one handed to suck on her soda straw, belly getting visibly bloated, making Eddie’s mouth fill with spit. She’s so capable and amazing and eddie has to hold back a whimper when Stevie grips her thigh, leaning over slightly to bite at the fries before any ketchup falls. Her soft belly lapping against the seatbelt and silver chain glinting in the setting sun.

‘Let’s get you out of your head, yeah?’ Steve says sweetly once they’re home and unpacked, the day weighing heavy on their bones but not enough for sleep to take them yet, no, there’s fun to be had first, Eddie can see it in the glint of Stevie’s brown eyes.

Eddie pulls greedily at the ties on her bikini, letting it fall away revealing the soft round swells of Stevie’s boobs, sitting low and big across her chest. Eddie groans, cupping them in her hands and squeezing, skin spilling between her fingers.

Eddie lays back on the pillows of their old second hand couch, Stevie towering over her, thighs either side of Eddie’s head. She can’t see Stevie’s face unless she bends forward but the sight of soft underbelly and under boob has Eddie groaning, wetness spreading between her legs. She leans up and kisses over Stevie’s bush, turning her head to nuzzle and bite and the soft inner skin of her thigh, moaning and Stevie shifts and Eddie feels the muscle move under her mouth. Tanned and beautiful, with moles scattered like constellations and a sensitive sort of power to everything she does. Eddie fucking loves her.

Stevie grips her curls, pulling her face back down and leaning at arm on the couch armrest. ‘Be good for me sweet thing. Can you do that?’ She asks, voice calm and low and Eddie feels that deep black water spill into her brain. Sinking hot and wet and wanting.

‘Yeah.’ She says, breathy and high and Stevie smirks as she lets her hips drop. Eddie’s face buried deep in her warm folds. She groans, leaping and sucking and Stevie is everywhere, covering her mouth and nose and Eddie relishes in the white noise static of the thighs squeezed against her ears.

Loosing breath but not wanting to stop Eddie whines when Stevie lifts, looking down at her with sweet condescension, ‘breath for me baby.’ She purrs so Eddie does, gulping greedily. Stevie sits back down and Eddie resumes working over the clit, sucking and flicking with her tongue, lifting one hand to squeeze at her ass while the other searches to bury fingers in her hole.

Stevie rises again, panting with pleasure. Eddie stops to breathe but doesn’t stop pumping her fingers, watching Stevie’s eyes roll. ‘So good for me baby.’ She moans and Eddie preens, desperate to get her there, to taste her again. ‘Daddy.’ She whines, floating and greedy and Stevie moans again, head thrown back and hand reaching to grip Eddie’s curls as she sinks back down, belly folding and thighs clenching and Eddie throbs.

And then when Stevie is flush and beautiful post orgasm, sitting on the sofa to recover, and Eddie is basking in the wetness on her face, and the hand stroking slowly up her leg, she’s sigh out another soft little ‘Daddy’ in contentment, shoving her cold toes under the bit of warm belly that rests on Stevie’s thighs.

And then Stevie will scoop her up, leading them to the bathroom with fresh towels and Eddie’s favourite dildo. With plans to fill her and clean her and leave bruising marks all over her girlfriend’s pretty new belly. A perfect end to a perfect day.

<|:3c

Gonna tag: @scoops-aboy86 @cheesedoctor @chickensinrainboots @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson but I know this isn’t usual steddie so idk sorry if this isn’t ur thing

#heheh #this is making me shy #never written wlw smut before omg #hope u enjoy!!!#hotlunch #steddie #ask #steve x eddie #female eddie munson #female steve harrington #chubby steve harrington #<3 #pls tell me this doesn’t come across as written by a straight man #stevie breasted boobily #steddie wg

41 notes · View notes

syrips · 2 months

Note

Do you think all blood tastes the same or maybe Strahd and/or other Ravenloft vampires have preferences?

ooh I LOVE this question! in my opinion and from some sources i love to pull from, i can super excitedly say all blood taste varies!

strahd can taste alcohol, drugs, or stuff that can influence the blood

strahd can taste the flavor/texture/quality of it, which he can use to make educated guesses on their condition/illness/state of health

strahd can gain more/less sustenance from a creature based on their alignment

good alignment creatures (even religious ones) give more sustenance, and more likely to be an addictively delicious flavor

corrupt/dark/undead creatures give less/no sustenance, and may taste like anything from dull to addictive

creatures with high faith/religious influence may have a stronger/'negative' flavor

blood is/can be allergenic

emotion (of the creature and of the drinker) affects the flavor

both creatures have an intimate experience related to the process of it, this intimacy is based on vulnerability, and a sensation of an internally woven connection of your veins/blood/heart to theirs

the deeper the intimacy/willingness of both sides are, the more intense/dangerous/vulnerable it feels for both sides

blood can be stored/saved, but loses its 'freshness'/sustenance due to not inhabiting the creature/'soul' it belonged to

speaking of flavors! its my head canon that...

willing blood tastes sweet with bittersweet/savory undertones (like a nicely prepped filling/satisfactory meal)

unwilling or resistant blood tastes more sweet/savory, more potent (like how we feel for 'junk food')

fear and disgust have 'negative' flavors, such as sour, spicy, bitter flavors (like dirt, black coffee, dark chocolate, spicy food, citric, acidic)

blood from creatures with faith/religious affect can have a 'negative' flavor or undertone, can cause physical burning, numbness, nonlethal but negative physical reactions (spice/peppers, cinnamon powder, bitter medicine)

healthy creatures taste balanced with a blend of flavors (muscled creatures have a hearty, rich flavor; frail creatures have a more simple/less 'seasoned' flavor; creatures' consumption intake influences the taste of their blood)

adrenaline (regardless if excitement or fear) heats up the blood, making it taste more fresh (like microwaving your meal)

the type of creature/species affects the blood, but mostly due to their culture/adaption/diet/consumption accessibility, as well as how their genes/body work with their blood (like a lightweight alcoholic vs a heavyweight alcoholic will taste different, because the heavyweight has genes/evolution that give them higher alcohol tolerance, so more fermented blood)

oh i 100% believe the ravenloft characters definitely do have preferences, based on the people/creatures/personalities they pursue!

#ty for asking!!#this is why i joke about my anemic self prob tasting like 'skim milk' or something less 'seasoned'. njdsanjgfg cuz i couldnt smell the iron #i only started smelling iron in my blood after months of taking these iron supplements so yayy im being seasoned!!#curse of strahd spoilers #ravenloft spoilers #fun fact. strahd would WANT you to hydrate #so go drink water #do it for strahd #happy simping #happy stuff #random syrips theory #cw: food #cw: alcohol

31 notes · View notes

crackedpumpkin · 2 years

Note

HI HI HI HI!!!

I HAVE MY REQUEST FOR YOU :D

could you write beastboy or robin having the moments of gaining his crush and then the “oh. oh.” moment.

maybe with yn being obvious but theyre just SO oblivious to it?

GO WILD WITH IT DUDE :)

HAVE FUN!

Hello hello lovely! Thank you so much for this ask, I've been wanting to write for Teen Titans since forever tbh ahaha, thanks for the opportunity~ I really hope you like this!

I decided to go with Robin for now, but who knows, a beast boy version might come up sometime in the future ;)

“You smell nice.”

Your compliment sends Robin reeling. He gives you an odd look, running a gloved hand through his hair self-consciously. Did he smell nice? He had changed his shampoo recently, he supposed.

Why was he so concerned about what you thought?

He frowns and dismisses it with a shake of his head, heading back into his room to do further research on the man (or creature, you didn’t know which) that called themselves Slade. You sigh from the large couch you sat on in the living room, slumping against a cushion Cyborg provides for you.

“Look Y/n, you should just come out and say it at this point. Nothing’s getting through that birdbrain of his.” Cyborg advises before yelping, smashing buttons on his controller to prevent Beast Boy from winning.

The green shapeshifter was in a panic, gritting his teeth and trying his best to beat Cyborg in the game they were currently playing. Unfortunately, it results in a loss for Beast Boy and he transforms into a green dog, barking at Cyborg.

You grab the cushion you were slumped on and throw it at Beast Boy who narrowly dodges it with a screech, reverting into his human form and landing on the ground with a groan.

“I’ve tried,” You complain, your attention back on Cyborg who’s starting up another game, “And I’ve made it so obvious for him too. I’m constantly complimenting him, and I even made that huge dinner that one time, remember?” You grouch, crossing your arms across your chest with a grimace at the memory.

It was the day the Titans had managed to subdue Warp, and they had come back to the tower with oddly cheerful smiles and eager to celebrate Blorthog, the festival of friendship. They had entered their living room, surprised to see you already there and cooking up some homemade tacos. You had even set aside a special filling composed primarily of tofu and other spices, in consideration of Beast Boy’s diet.

Cyborg’s eyes practically turned into hearts once he saw the tacos, sniffing the air hungrily as his stomach growled. Raven nodded to you gratefully, while Starfire swept you up into a hug as you scrambled to catch the spatula that fell from your hand. Robin had swiftly moved to catch it just in time, handing it back to you with a gentle smile.

Starfire quickly releases you with a squeal, humming as she moves away to grab a plate. You wheeze, catching your breath when she sets you down. Sometimes the alien girl tended to forget she was several times stronger than you and could easily crush you with a simple hug.

Robin waits patiently for you, and you take the spatula from him with a quick "Thank you".

“No problem,” He had replied, “it’s been a crazy day, and I’m glad we could’ve come home to a home-cooked meal.”

You had raised a questioning brow at this, and Robin guides you to the couch where you sit down and he fills you in, having handed over your apron and spatula to Beast Boy who was very particular about how his tofu was cooked.

That night, you celebrated Blorthog with the Titans, remaining beside Robin the entire time. When it was time for you to head to bed, Starfire walks you to her room and sets you down, her eyes shining with an all-knowing glint.

“What’s going on?” You complain, alternating between rubbing your shoulders and arms with a wince, the muscles aching from how much you had exerted them that day with all the prep work and chopping, not to mention shopping for ingredients.

“Friend Y/n, why do you not confess to Robin?”

“I’m sorry?” You stare blankly at Starfire who looks just as confused at your response. “What’re you talking about?”

“It is obvious,” she teases you with a grin, the both of you laying down on her bed. She turns to face you and you do the same, your nose creasing in scepticism. “You like him, do you not?”

You sit back up abruptly, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. You stammer, at a complete loss for words. “N-no I don’t!”

Starfire hums, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you really think so, Friend Y/n?”

You lay back down with flushed cheeks, laying on your back with your hands on your stomach.

Did you like him?

Starfire’s casual question had shaken you to your core, much more than you had expected.

Well, he was good-looking, you muse; toned, too. His hair was one of your favourite things about him. It was raven black, and somehow still incredibly soft and fluffy despite all the wax he put in it regularly. You had a chance to feel it when he had dozed off in the living room, his head landing on your shoulder.

You suppress a giggle at the memory. He was incredibly mindful too and cared for all his friends, especially the Titans. He always made sure Beast Boy had spare tofu in the fridge, and that Cyborg had all the equipment and tools he needed. He constantly checked on Raven and made time to introduce Starfire to Earth’s technologies and slang.

And with you…well, your smile fades when you realise how much you’ve been enjoying your gym workouts with him, and the recent self-defence lesson you had started to take from him. Not only that, but he was the first to reach out to you after a horrible discovery about your best friend for three years, stabbing you in the back.

You didn’t know where you’d be without him, honestly. Sure, it was Beast Boy who had introduced you to his friends, but it was Robin who caught your eye the first time you met them, and it was him whom you liked to spend the most time with.

You liked to think you knew him like the back of your hand. Maybe you did, judging from how every time any of the team fought with him, they’d always send you to talk to Robin first.

You close your eyes, picturing his warm smile.

You liked it.

You tried to imagine what it’d be like if you two had a massive fight. You start to frown, your brows furrowing.

You hated that thought.

Next, you tried to imagine him with someone else. Someone whom he had a special smile for, someone that brightened up his day with just their presence alone. Someone whom he was in love with.

Someone who wasn’t you.

Your eyes fly open, surprised at how nauseous you felt at the thought. Beads of sweat had formed on your forehead and you used your wrist to wipe them off, coming to the groundbreaking realisation that you liked Robin.

Now, you stood outside your door, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. After Cyborg’s gaming session with Beast Boy, you had all gone out for dinner where you dropped hint after hint, almost getting frustrated by his obliviousness.

Raven had just looked at you with pity.

Starfire had insisted you sleep over after dinner, and after a quick phone call to your parents, you spent yet another night in the tower.

“You’re up too?” You’re surprised to see the very boy you’ve been pining over for weeks, standing in the kitchen with his glass of water. He grabs an empty glass, setting down his own and filling it up with water from a jug. He hands it to you and you accept it gratefully, taking a sip and following him to the glass windows that stretched from the ceiling to the floor.

“Sometimes looking at the city from here, reminds me why I’m doing this.” He suddenly speaks softly, almost as if he was confiding in you.

A moment of comfortable silence passes between you two, and you take another sip of water before parting your lips to speak.

“I think it’s honourable. The fact that you’re doing this with your life on the line all the time is scary, but you don’t ever hesitate. It’s admirable.”

“Thanks.” He grins at your encouraging words before realising his hair wasn't in its usual hairstyle. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to subtly style it somewhat. You turn and face him.

Did you dare?

You hesitate before gesturing for him to hold your cup. He obliges, bending down with confusion on his face when you beckon for him to come closer. You subconsciously hold your breath, starting to run your hands through his hair gently. You comb out every lock and tangle delicately, restoring his hair to its natural state without the hair wax he always had in.

You notice the redness that painted the tips of his ears and you grin, gnawing your bottom lip with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Maybe there was hope for you after all.

You take a step back, making sure that your eyes meet and give him a soft smile. “You should keep your hair down more often. I like it.”

You hear the hitch of his breath, and he ducks his head away, handing you your glass still half-full with water. You watch in amusement as his cheeks flush a baby pink.

Robin’s not sure how to deal with the sudden compliment, not having received many of those of that nature.

Surely it wasn’t…was it?

“Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

You did it. No going back now. You look down at your fingers that gripped your glass tightly as if your life depended on it. Your mouth was suddenly dry.

He was taking too long to respond.

You gulp down the rest of your water down hurriedly, rushing to set it down in the basin and giving Robin a hurried ‘goodnight’ before practically sprinting down the hallway back to Starfire’s room.

Robin’s left in the living room, the dim city lights illuminating the spot where you stood in front of him just before. He stares at it dumbly, still processing your words.

You were flirting with him?

You were flirting with him.

He leans against the glass window, deep in thought and rethinking every single remark you had ever said to him, and every action you did. His eyes linger on the space where you stood moments before.

The constant compliments. When you notice he changed something subtle in his routine. The small things you did for him, like buying him a refill for his hair wax before he even realised he needed a restock, or mending a torn cape in your spare time.

But that could only mean…

Did you like him?

Did he like you?

He blinks, startled at the sudden thought. Sure, you were a great friend, and someone he enjoyed talking to. You were always there for him when he was frustrated or when he was down, and you talked him through many conflicts with his team.

He thinks back to just moments before when you had asked him to hold your cup for you. At that moment, he couldn’t help but notice the small flecks of soft yellow that reflected in your eyes from the city lights. He was enraptured as if your eyes held the entire galaxy in them; and when you asked him to come closer, he was all too happy to oblige.

When you combed out the tangles in his hair, he almost let out a blissful sigh at how nice it felt as your fingers threaded through his thick locks. He had wanted to lean his head on your shoulder, but he forced himself to focus on the glass in his hand instead.

Then you admitted to flirting with him.

Sure, he was taken aback, but his heart started to race in his chest, making him both breathless and speechless.

After all, he wasn’t sure how to respond. But strangely enough, he felt neither embarrassment nor dislike at the admittance. Instead, he felt almost…glad.

But he didn’t like you in that way, did he?

Oh.

OH.

#teen titans #robin x reader #teen titans 2003 #raven #starfire #beast boy #cyborg #x reader #ask #bird boy #birdbrain

333 notes · View notes

nattybro27 · 10 days

Text

Hello! Thanks for checking out my blog. As you can tell, I’m into big f*cking muscle. If you’re into muscle worship, bodybuilding, and admiring or aspiring (like me) to be like some of these studs - you’re in the right place and welcome.

I’m a novice lifter (6 days a week for about 6mos now) and am actively cutting. 245lbs -> 222lbs with the goal of getting to 186lbs then it’s onto the bulk 😈.

Trying to recomp to gain muscle along the way (which happy to report is working).

If you want to support my growth, feel free to toss me a buck or two using my CashApp.

All gifts go toward buying supplements or food for meal prep.

Feel free to DM if you wanna chat. I’ll respond when I get around to it. Other than that feel free to ask questions or share anything you want. I’m a pretty open book.

(Any creeps will be blocked so keep it chill.)

19 notes · View notes

meticulous-tendencies · 2 years

Text

typical monday meal prep. made seasoned rice, bok choy, and chicken. later in the week i’ll make some fried rice w high protein tofu from trader joe’s. also got 3lbs of kiwi for lunches this week 😋

feeling beefy today, weighed in at 142.2 lbs. not gaining as much as I want but also not losing so that’s great. plus my lifts have been going well and my muscles are growing so I know I’m on the right track 😊

16 notes · View notes

reputationbarbie · 11 months

Text

❝i got cake and i know he want a slice.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: we're back, barbies! i successfully survived midterms so now I can breathe!! i've been working on this all week and tomorrow i promise, i'll work on my requests. a lot of y'all have been in my comments and reposts with pitchforks because joel didn't kiss ginny yet and all i have to say is, same babes. i don't make the rules (yes i do) i just enforce them. this isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: the sweetest baker enlists joel to help her volunteer at ellie's school.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), racial descriptions (tommy says black girls are his type basically), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ series masterlist, joel masterlist ⋆ spotify playlist ˖ ݁ 𖥔.

“Taste this,” I demand Joel, shoving the spoon of icing towards his mouth.

Joel stops stacking the plastic plates, looking down at the utensil. “What did you say?” he asks with scrunched eyebrows.

I shake the fork impatiently. “Try,” I demand. He looks at me skeptically before leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm sugary liquid.

His mouth moves slowly as tastes. “Mmmhm, that’s good,” he compliments.

I want to put my hands up to hide the blush that’s inevitably covering my face right now. But I don’t want Joel to notice my reaction. “Thank you. I tweaked the recipe last week,” I say quickly, turning around so I’m not facing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” I hear Joel say.

Shaking my head, I pour the icing over the cakes. “No, you’re here because I didn’t want to be the only one working the booth today,” I defend myself.

“You would’ve called someone else,” Joel points out.

My shoulders rise with my eyebrows. “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

I enlisted Joel to do a booth with me instead of having two separate booths. Neither of us wanted to pull staff from the floor but still wanted to participate for Ellie’s sake. The two of us could handle it, with the help of some friends.

Joel and I mirror each other's movements in the kitchen. He makes sure the COVID-safe fall fest meals are ready and me adding something sweet into the mix. The hum of Taylor Swift plays in the background and I catch Joel slightly humming to ‘Welcome to New York.’ A snicker involuntary leaves my throat and I shove it down, hoping he didn’t pick up on it.

Once my job is done, I allow the dishes to clatter in the sink. The worst part about baking is the prep and the cleaning and I don’t have the energy for that right now.

“Hello?” Madeline’s voice rings through the stairwell.

“Don’t shoot us,” Leonardo’s voice follows shortly after.

A scoff leaves my lips and I near the island to watch Joel skillfully move around the kitchen. Every move has a crafted purpose and I can practically see the blood pulsating through his veins.

My breathing hitches and I shift in hopes of gaining composure. “I don’t even have a gun,” I pipe up.

Joel walks in front of me and motions behind me. We dance around for a little before he grunts in frustration and puts his hands on my waist. My eyes go wide as Joel easily lifts me onto the cold island before reaching behind me. “I do,” he murmurs, sliding the pan of bundt cakes toward his muscled torso.

His smirk has me wanting to strip my clothes off and give it to him in the nastiest way possible. Bad, ginny. He was just sick of you being in the way. “I don’t think that applies to this scenario, Joel,” I stress.

Joel moves from in between my legs and I turn my head to watch Leo strolling into the room confidently. “Hey, Miller,” he boasts.

“Hey,” I hear Joel respond next to me.

Maddie follows shortly behind him, wearing brown leather pants and high-heeled boots. She’s overdressed for a school event, but knowing her she’s probably looking for a husband. “Hi, Joel,” she purs, flashing him a smile.

My body turns to survey Joel’s reaction, but his poker face is stone-cold. “Nice to see you, Madeline,” he tries his hardest to force out through a smile.

It’s not that Joel doesn’t like Madeline, she’s just an acquired taste. Too much time around her can drive you crazy and sometimes when Joel picks Ellie up from the bakery, Madeline is sobbing her eyes out with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Didn’t know you were working the party, man,” Leo notes once he and Madeline cross the large open floor plan into the kitchen.

“Joel’s daughter, Ellie, goes to school with Dina,” I tell Leo, motioning towards Joel.

Madeline nods, sliding into the bar stool and putting her shiny silver purse on the counter. “That makes sense. What are you making?” she leans forward and asks Joel.

Joel rolls his shoulder forward, hunching over to plate the food. “Thanksgiving meals. Each meal comes with turkey and 3 sides. My brother Tommy’s bringing the rest,” he informs her.

Maddie's eyes light up and a smirk creeps onto her face. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he a chef, too?” she asks, voice laced with mischief.

Joel shrugs, not bothering to make eye contact with her. “Mostly just a pain in my ass but, yeah. He helps out at the Austin from time to time,” he grumbles.

“That's awesome! Is he cute?” Maddie asks excitedly.

“Maddie!” I hiss towards the blonde.

Joel’s phone buzzes on the counter next to us and he picks it up, turning the screen towards the group. “That would be him,” he says, shaking the device lightly.

Once Joel exits the room, I hit Maddie on the arm with the back of my palm. “What?! Not everyone has a Michelin-star chef whipping meals in their kitchen trying to get in your pants,” she frowns.

My eyes widen and I feel the sudden urge to yank my hair out. Now I know why Joel tugs on his roots. “Joel’s not– he’s not,” I stammer, pausing to collect my breath. “Joel’s not trying to get in my pants,” I sigh.

Maddie raises a brow, looking me up and down. “I beg to differ,” she counters.

Jumping down from the counter, I start to pick up where Joel left off with the meals. “He doesn’t have time to– Leo, don’t eat that,” I swat Leo’s hand, stopping him from picking up a bundt cake prematurely.

Leo winces, putting his hands up in defense before sliding into the bar stool. “So, how’s things been between you two?” he questions.

My brows furrow and I feel confusion wash over me. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing each other for what, a month. Right?” he asks.

Maddie snickers next to me and I shake my head, resuming my careful placing of the assorted dessert flavors. “No, Leo. We literally haven’t even been on a date,” I point out.

Leo twists back and forth in the spinning chairs like a child who’s bored out of his mind. “That means nothing,” he scoffs.

My head tilts and I point the spatula at Leo. “To you, you whore. To me it means something. We’re just friends,” I inform him.

Leo purses his lips and his brows furrow. “Oh, fuck off,” he nips at me.

“What?” I ask him.

Leo rolls his eyes and I want to lean forward to snatch them out of his socket. “I still don’t know how you’re blind to him flirting,” he complains.

Maybe I am reading things wrong. Maybe Joel is interested. “If he flirts with me so much, why hasn’t he asked me out on a date or kissed me?” I ask the pair confused.

My head darts back and forth between my friends. “Maybe he just wants to take things slow,” Maddie tries to explain.

Leo clears his throat and my head whips to face his. “Yup. You said yourself he has a daughter,” he shrugs.

My eyes look at the clock to check and see if we’re doing good on time. Ellie and Dina will be bursting in at any moment. They don’t need to be privy to this conversation.

Once I have my confirmation, I refocus on the to-go containers in front of me. “Then why would he and his daughter sleep in my bed with me the other night?” I ask.

Maddie's jaw drops and her eyes widen. “You slept in the same bed together?!” She practically shrieks.

“Yeah, I told you,” I remind her.

Maddie shakes her head in disbelief. “No, you told me they stayed the night. Not that you were cuddled up with Joel Miller,” she hisses.

I shake my head and begin pleading my case, “I wasn't cuddled up with him. Ellie had a sit–”

Joel walks in and I shut myself up, my eyes immediately finding his. “Hey y’all, I want to introduce you to my brother, Tommy,” he bellows with a smile, stepping to the side.

A man a bit younger than Joel steps through my entryway, his hair slightly slicked back. He’s not my type, but he’s definitely Maddie’s. I stop placing the cakes in the to-go boxes, crossing the floor to meet them halfway. “Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” I smile, putting my hand on his arm to pull him into the kitchen.

Tommy looks down at me and smiles. “Likewise. Heard a lot about you,” he confesses with warmth in his voice.

Fucking attractiveness and charm must run in the family. “Good things, I hope,” I suggest to Tommy, peering up at him.

Tommy nods, chuckling a bit. “Fantastic things, darlin’,” he assures me and I almost melt. It’s good to know that Joel and Ellie talk about me positively.

When we get to the kitchen, Maddies is already standing seemingly posing by the counter. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Madeline,” she flirts, extending her hand for him to shake.

I let go of his jacket, sliding into Maddie’s seat at the bar. “Tommy,” he shakes her hand before awkwardly turning toward me.

He raises his brow almost as if he’s asking how I know them silently. “Madeline and Leo are my friends from elementary school,” I quickly explain.

Tommy lets out an ah sound, nodding a bit before Leo clears his throat. “Nice to meet you, man,” Leo chimes.

“Likewise,” Tommy returns.

I clap my hands softly, clasping them together in front of my chest. “Now, Tommy. I hate to put you to work but can you help me carry this stuff out to the van?” I request.

Tommy smiles, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Of course,” he agrees.

My body turns towards my best friends. “Maddie, can you and Leo grab the cookie tubs and put them in the other van?” I ask the pair.

“I can do it by myself,” Leo grumbles and I realize I’ve hurt his ego.

“I know you can. Maddie is just the brains of the operation,” I soothe him.

Maddie snickers and Leo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go brain,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Aye aye, Pinky,” Maddie salutes him as they stomp out of the room.

Tommy and I get to work grabbing the Fall Fest dinners and putting them into a large box. After they’re stacked on a dolly, we begin to load them one by one onto the first bakery van. A comfortable silence fills the van as we secure the last of the food. “So, are you single?” I ask Tommy, attempting to play matchmaker for Maddie.

Tommy wipes his hands on his pants and my nose scrunches. Later he’s going to wonder where that stain came from… men. “Depends on who’s asking,” he drawls suspiciously.

I scoff, hopping down out of the van. “You and Leo are the biggest whores I’ve ever met. It’s a simple question Tommy,” I rant before forcefully pushing another box towards him.

Tommy stops the box from moving so quickly across the large metal floor paneling. “Who’s asking, Ginny?” he directs.

My leg bounces and the ways Maddie will kill me for this runs through my brain. “Madeline,” I jabber, hoping he won't tell her.

Tommy looks up at me blinking rapidly. His mouth forms a large o and his brows furrow. “I’m single, but I’m not interested,” he declares.

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean you’re not interested? She’s literally perfect,” I say, pointing out the fact that she’s a blonde with blue eyes. She’s every man in America’s dream.

Tommy shrugs. “Hate to say it but we Millers have a type. She’s beautiful, just not my cup of tea if you catch my drift,” he explains resuming his work.

Ohhhh. I didn’t know the Millers prefer brown women. But then again, I’ve never actually been to Joel's house or seen a picture of Sarah, or his exes. How the fuck was I supposed to know? “100%” I confirm, pushing him another box. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Depends-” Tommy starts and I cut him off.

“On what it is I know,” I snap, gnawing on my bottom lip. “How do I say this?” I think out loud.

Tommy's choleric disposition takes over his face, similar to Joel's when he’s had enough. “Whatever it is spit it out,” he growls lowly.

The sweat on my forehead collects and I feel like hot water is being poured onto my scalp. But I have to know how Joel feels about me, and Tommy would know. “Is Joel interested in me?” I blurt, feeling like I’ve finally submerged myself in a cool bath.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, he just purses his lips. The comfort I felt turns into pain when the water turns into ice. My body is frozen and I’m rendered speechless.

I want to flee. I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh my god,” I finally speak.

“Mmmhm,” Tommy hums, motioning for me to pass him another box so I can continue t

I rub my eyebrows as the pit in my stomach fills with anxiety. “Oh god, Tommy. What am I gonna do?” I ask, unable to stand anymore with the alley seemingly spinning.

I take a seat in the back of the truck, putting my head in my hands. “What do you want to do?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” I groan towards the ground.

“Well the way I see it, lean into it or tell him so he doesn’t fall harder for ya,” he advises.

My brain runs through all the moments that I’ve had with Joel. How the first day we met he offered to cook for me. Every lingering touch, all the compliments he’s given me, when vulnerable he’s been with me. You don’t do that with someone who’s just a friend.

I peel my hands away from my face with realization. “Oh my gosh, he’s been sending so many signals. I’m going to throw up,” I groan.

Tommy steps out of the van, looking down at me. “Please don’t,” he pleads.

Suddenly, Joel comes around the corner at the most inappropriate time. These Millers just pop up anywhere and one day, they’re going to make me piss myself. They need a bell on their ankles. He hands the last boxes to Tommy and I pray to the gods above he didn’t overhear our conversation. “Don’t what?” Joel asks.

Fuck. My body tenses and I try to focus on containing the bile rising in my throat. “Ginny’s feelin’ dizzy. I’m almost finished here. She’s just gonna sit for a second,” he tells his brother.

Joel sits down on the metal butt of the truck next to me. He puts his hand in my lap, palm facing up towards me. I accept his offer, intertwining our fingers. “You need anything, sugar?” he asks sweetly, and I sigh.

I nod, running the back of his hands with my thumb. Attentive Joel is my favorite, but only because I’m an attention whore. “Can you get me a Coke from the fridge? Maybe I just need some caffeine,” I request.

Joel nods, trying to let go of my hand. Although I don’t want him to, I allow him to disconnect from me. “Of course, I’ll be right back,” he says, petting my head before turning around and disappearing behind the van.

A sigh of relief slips my lips and I try to refocus on calming my breathing. “So are you?” I hear Tommy say behind me.

I scoot back against the inside of the van walls, allowing the sides to cool me down. “Am I what?” I ask him with a raised brow.

“Are you single?” he reiterates.

A smirk creeps onto my lips. “Depends on who’s asking,” I taunt him.

“Joel,” Tommy cuts straight to the point, unlike me.

I giggle and I feel like the panic has finally subsided. “Yeah, I’m single,” I tell him.

Tommy finishes securing the last box and he turns around to face me. He puts his hands on his upper thigh, leaning on one leg. Jesus Christ, now that’s attractive. “And open? Ready?” he interrogates.

I nod, sliding out of the truck. “Tommy, I mean it. Make sure Joel knows how ready,” I say to him as he shuts the back doors.

Joel turns off the engine to the bakery van, having pulled into the spot at the school where vendors unload. He turns to me and flashes me a smile. “You alright?” he asks concerned.

After that conversation with Tommy, I needed more than just a Coke. I needed multiple shots of tequila. I forced Tommy and Maddie to join me, leaving Joel and Leo the only sober people to drink the trucks.

I nod, and my body bobs unstabily. “Yes,” I slur.

Joel shakes his head and his head falls back. He lets out a loud bellowing laugh, holding his stomach and I know he’s caught me in the lie. “Well, you are not talking to any parents tonight,” he chuckles, wiping his hands over his face.

I roll my eyes at him. “I wasn’t planning on it. Besides, all the moms are going to be all over hot Chef Miller,” I complain, hoping he doesn’t notice my jealousy.

He laughs again and it’s so beautiful, I want to make his laugh featuring Ellie’s giggle my alarm clock so I can wake up peacefully. Snap the fuck out of it, Imogen. “That’s not going to happen,” Joel says, opening his door.

I don’t get to respond before he shuts it, jogging over to my side to retrieve me. Joel opens the door and I’m reading to pounce. “Yes, the fuck it is,” I counter, feeling my emotional drunk alter ego arise.

Joel leans against the door frame, extending his hand to help me down. “Well good thing I don’t want any of them,” he claims.

I accept his hand, looking at him with hope in my eyes. “Really?” I ask.

Joel’s pupils dilate and he flashes me a smile. “Really,” he confirms, putting his hands on my hips.

He guides me until my back is pressed against the cool metal of the truck. His eyes flicker down to my lips before back up to me. If he’s going to do anything, he better do it now before someone sees us.

“Joel!” “Ginny!” I hear Ellie and Dina’s voices call from behind Joel. Fuck, scratch a bell bracelet. They need a fucking air horn.

Joel steps back, putting some space between us. “Hey kiddo,” he greets her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Fucking cock blocking crotch demons. Let it go, Imogen. He was probably just trying to perform a wellness check on you. “Hey, Dina,” I say, teetering over to her in my heels.

“Thanks for coming,” I hear Ellie say to her dad.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I hear Joel say before the second van pulls up in the spot next to us.

Ellie gasps when she sees who’s in the passenger seat. She slams her hand on the glass window, effectively scaring Leo who’s on the other side. “Uncle Tommy!” she cheers before running over to the passenger side.

Joel leans over until his lips are touching my ear. “It’s always ‘Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tommy.’ But never ‘Dad’,” he complains in a whisper.

I sway a bit, unstable from the drinking. “Patience, young padawan,” I quote Star Wars to him.

Joel wraps his arms around my waist to stabilize me. Dina’s eyes look us up and down. She leans forward and sniffs the air in front of my face. “Ginny, are you drunk?” she asks loudly.

“Shhhhh. You’ll tell the whole fucking school,” I shush her, pulling her towards me so Leo can get out of the car.

Dina snickers, lacing her hand in mine. “Come on, we’re walking to the corner store for snacks before it starts,” she enlists me.

I nod excitedly, thinking about the possibility of having slushies and Hot funyons. “Count me in. Got any cash, Joel?” I ask the resourceful man. He’s bound to have something on him and I don’t feel like bringing my purse.

He nods, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a brown leather wallet. “Mmhm. Take Tommy with you, Sugar,” he hands me back two twenties and I gladly accept them, slipping them into Dina’s hands.

I wine, squirming a bit. “But Joel, Maddie will be with us. All girls with Tommy would just be weird,” I complain.

Joel brushes past me, heading towards the back of the trucks. “I don’t care, you’re both drunk. You need someone out there lookin’ after y’all,” he says over his shoulder.

Dina tugs my hands a couple of times, dancing in place. “Awwww,” she coos.

I cover my mouth to try to stop the giggle that slips out. He’s cute when he’s all protective and shit. “Hehe. Does he have a gun?” I ask, pulling Dina towards the back with me.

Joel grabs the handle, opening the heavy doors. “Yes,” he answers.

“Well okay, as long as he doesn’t bother us,” I conceded.

The 3 others from the van join us along with Ellie. Dina immediately ditches me, joining her now best friend. “Tommy, walk with them to the store,” Joel commands his brother.

“Why can’t Leo do it?” Tommy groans like a child.

Joel takes out the Dolly to start unloading the items. “Because Leo’s sober, and I need his help with this shit,” he states frustratedly.

Leo snickers, walking over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. “Ahem,” I clear my throat at Joel.

That fucker forgot one crucial part. “And stay ten paces behind them,” he adds.

Tommy puts his hands up. “Fine by me. I don’t wanna know you’re girly bullshit anyways,” he jeers.

Madeline pats him on the shoulders. “That’s what they all say, Tommy,” she argues.

Maddie links her arm with mine. “We’ll see you guys later,” I say to Joel before joining the teenagers for the walk down the block.

We walk through the parking lot for a bit before entering the school. Whenever I have a drop of liquor in me, I have the urge to Irish goodbye. I drag Maddie with me until were walking closer behind the girls. “We should really lose him,” I suggest.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at Tommy before nodding at Dina. “Okay, follow us,” Dina intrusts.

I nod as we move quickly through the hall taking a left and running into a room. We quickly shut the door behind us, and I peer out the window waiting for Tommy to walk by. When he does, he looks confused turning around in circles. I snicker and he seemingly hears. I quickly pulls my head away from the small plexiglass, hoping he didn’t notice me. “Did we lose him?” Ellie asks, looking over my shoulder.

Maddie takes matters into her own hands, stepping past me to check. “Coast is clear,” she informs us with a smile.

We break out into laughter and I feel like I’ve just pulled off the greatest inside job ever. “Let’s go,” Dina says, reaching for the door handle.

When we get to the store, I bolt toward the Slurpee machine. I grab the largest cup size, filling it with cherry and coke flavors. Once my drink is secured, I grab and fill two cups for Tommy and Joel. Ellie finds me, grabbing Joel's cup, and together we wander the store looking for the spicy chips.

I snatch three bags from the top shelf, figuring someone will stick their fingers in my bag and piss me off. It’s always good to have extras. “You know, I’d be okay if my dad dated someone like you,” Ellie pipes up randomly next to me.

I almost drop the Slurpee onto the tile floor beneath me. “Oh. Where is this coming from?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She grabs some chips before we walk towards the candy aisle to meet with Maddie and Dina. “He asked me if I was okay with him dating someone the other day,” she leaves me hanging on her every word.

“What’d you say?” I dig deeper.

She turns towards me with a smirk on her lips. “I said I wouldn’t care as long as it was you,” she admits.

The door to the corner store dings and Tommy is pushed in by the windy city. He looks pissed as fuck as he stomps over towards us. “The hell? Your dad is gonna kill me if he finds out–” he starts before Ellie cuts him by shoving a Slurpee in his hand.

“He’ll be fine. Let’s go, Uncle Tommy,” she motions towards the counter.

By the time we’re back in the gym, everything is set up. Joel graciously accepts the Slurpee, which turns his tongue blue, sending Ellie into a fit of giggles. Now hours later, I walk around the gym shopping at other booths with Madeline. I can’t deny that every time I look at Joel, our eyes link for a second too long. The simple interaction causes my breath to catch in my chest every time, and I try to ignore it.

After some time, we’re finished looking in the main gym, and we head into the hall to see the art auction pieces. Eligible students can create anything they want; a poem, a painting, or a sculpture to put up for action. The people who come to Fall Fest pledge money towards an art piece, and the money earned goes towards the student’s college tuition.

We stroll down the hall, mindlessly chatting about which pieces we want to bid on before Maddie points at a specific piece. “That’s fucking gorgeous,” she blusters.

A smile creeps on my face when I look closer at the signature. The familiar white calligraphy makes my heart sing. “It’s Ellie’s,” I boast about the talented young girl.

“Now I see why she’s painting the mural. This is some good shit. I’ve gotta commission her for some art,” Maddie rambles, seemingly entranced by the swirls of paint before her.

I nod, smiling at the though of Ellie becoming an artist of some kind. “She’d probably love that,” I tell her.

When I turn around, I see Joel walking through the door of the large hall. His eyes dart around till he finds me, b-lining for us. He stands in front of me awkwardly and when Maddie turns around, she jumps from being startled a bit. “Well, I’m gonna just go look…” she trails off, effectively excusing herself.

“Can we talk?” Joel asks, tilting his head towards a darker secluded hall.

“Yeah,” I say to him, pulling him into the area not lit by prison lighting.

Once we’re alone, I lean back against the wall. “What’s wrong?” I tilt my head attempting to cajole him into telling me.

“Nothin’ it’s just, I’ve bit my tongue 'cause I was unsure if–” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I enjoy spendin’ time with you, Ginny. You’ve become important to me and you should know that I care about you deeply, sugar,” he confesses.

Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. This train has a one-way route towards the friend zone. “I care about you too Joel! And I like spending time with you too. And Ellie,” I sadly follow his lead.

Joel steps closer, putting his hand over my head and leaning forward. “I just really don’t wanna lose you,” he expresses, voice laced with sincerity.

My hands snake up around his waist and I grip the grey shirt he’s wearing. “How would you lose me, Joel?”

Joel's eyes stay fixed on mine and the brown in his eyes swirls like hot chocolate. “Sugar, I feel more than just a friendship level for ya. I like you,” he stresses.

“Oh, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t,” I promise him, pulling him closer so our upper bodies are pressed towards each other.

He sighs, looking down at the ground between us. “I know, but telling you that means changing our relationship. I don’t want to scare you and I didn’t know–” he starts before I tap his side, cutting him off.

“Joel, I like you too. Like… a lot,” I confirm.

His head quickly rises and he sighs, “Oh.”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed by the whole situation. “Dear, god. I-I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. I feel like a high schooler,” I falter.

Joel chuckles, leaning forward to press his forehead onto mine. I clear my throat, impatient tugging at his side. “So, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” I murmur.

Joel takes his forehead off of mine, searching my face seemingly wary of crossing the line. All he’s going to find is my stupid shit-eating grin. “Are you sure?” Joel asks for consent and I think it’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard leave a man's lips.

“Positive,” I nod, radiating with excitement.

“Okay,” he sighs and a wolfish grin creeps onto his face.

His hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer. “Okay,” I murmur.

He grabs the back of my neck, crashing his lips onto mine. We both smile into the kiss and I force a giggle back down my throat. My lips open slightly, granting him entrance. His warm tongue dances with mine and I marvel at the taste of whiskey and apple on his lips. It’s filled with so much passion, that I feel like my heart is about to explode.

His fingers thread into my hair, massing my scalp as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and my clit pulsates with a hunger for him. He disconnects our lips, leaving us both panting because of the other. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Probably better,” Joel grunts before pulling back and motioning towards the hard member protruding through his jeans.

“Joel, oh my gosh,” I giggle, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Can I have one more?” I practically salivate, batting my lashes at him.

Joel nods, snaking his hand back around my neck. His thumb strokes my jaw and I lean into him. “Mmmhm,” he hums, dipping his head back down.

His lips connect with mine and my tongue continues to explore his map. I want to stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up. His lips are surprisingly soft and I kick myself for not doing this months ago.

The smacking of our lips is apparent when we pull back this time and I know my face is covered in pink flush. “Damn it. I was supposed to do this right. Date first, then kiss,” he curses himself.

I giggle, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “Joel, I asked you to kiss me. Besides, we’ve known each other for months,” I acknowledge our past.

Joel nods, but he doesn’t seem ready to let it go. “You’re right, but still. Can I take you out on a date?” he pleads.

I’m practically bouncing on my toes, my mind racing with thoughts of my future with Joel. Relax Ginny, he just asked you out on one date. “Yes,” I blurt.

Joel chuckles at my excitement, taking a step back and lacing his hand with mine. “When are you free next?” he turns to me and asks as we walk back to the gym.

“Thursday, but it’s Thanksgiving. After that, on Friday. Speaking of, do you guys have any plans for the holiday?” I inquire.

Joel shakes his head, confirming my suspicions. “No, just me, Tommy, and Ellie eating at an undecided time,” he informs me.

“How about you join me at Maddie’s house? Her family always orders catering for Thanksgiving,” I offer, hoping he’ll grace me with his presence sooner than a week from now. I get we’re both busy food industry owners, which I love, I just don’t think I can wait that long to be in a romantic setting with him.

“I know. They’ve put in an order at The Austin for the past two years,” Joel dictates and I nod. Just my luck, the man’s food I’ve been shoveling into my mouth for the past 6 holidays is also the man I’m trying to date.

I poke his muscular bicep with my free hand. “Even better, you can personally deliver it and tell everyone who doesn’t like it that they’re wrong. Just like you did on my birthday,” I joke with him and he puts his hands on his chest, seemingly hurt by my statement.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. Really I am,” Joel apologizes.

I tug on his hand, trying to grab his attention and snap him out of a spiral. “I’m fucking with you, Joel. Please come. I’m sure Ellie would love it,” I practically beg him.

Joel pauses, looking up to think about it. He’s probably worried about how unpredictable his two family members would be in this setting. “Okay, we’ll come,” he concedes, finally.

“Good. I’ll text you the details. You’re standing straighter,” I beam, pointing out his posture change.

Joel chuckles, rubbing his thumb across mine soothingly. “I feel like a house just lifted off my back. I’ve had my eyes on you since June 30th,” he confesses.

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “So Maddie was right, you were practically drolling on my shoulder,” I taunt.

“She said that?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I nod, attempting not to give him too much information. “Mmmhm,” I hum.

He tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks before I reach the entryway. “I’m not going to deny that, Sugar,” he looks me up and down like I’m a meal he wants to ravish.

The thought of us fucking turns me on even more, and I have to remind myself we’re in a high school. “Okay, one last kiss before we’re back in the gym?” I use my siren eyes against him, peering up at him through my lashes.

“I like how you think,” Joel mumbles, sliding his free hand up and around the front of my neck. He gently pulls me forward, connecting our lips one final time. A wave of relief hits me, and I moan as his tongue dances with mine in the filthiest way. Me and Joel Miller are going out on a date.

read the rest of the series

66 notes · View notes

madameaug · 1 year

Text

Happy Weight || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

WC: 577

Context: Jennette and Jungkook have been together for over two years. Naturally, when you are around someone you are comfortable with, it's expected to gain some weight. Happy, relationship weight.

-----

Jennette turned her body to examine her behind, not in a boastful ego-stroking manner, but in one of confliction. As a black woman, she naturally had curves. The beauty standard within the black community praised voluptuous curves. The Coke bottle shape with minimal weight was recorded on the scale.

It was the same curves she genetically had. Nothing that caught unnecessary glimpses. Depending on the bottoms she wore, she could hide her figure. Even in her baggy sweatpants, her behind protruded further from her back. The same deposit of fat was now in her midsection. She rubbed her stomach, gently lifting her stomach. Peach-colored stretch marks across her pelvis creeping up her love handles. Mini rolls stacked upon each other. Lowering her shirt back down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her new body.

She could track down the moment she started the noticeable weight gain. Three weeks later, she moved into Jungkook's place. The next big step in their relationship. The once-in-a-while food rendezvous turned into a daily ritual. Jungkook's Korean dishes and Jennette's soul food knowledge. Their meals often were less than healthy but packed plenty of flavor. Savory smells linger in the kitchen every night. And every night, they ate better than the last.

A familiar scent of kimchi led Jennette to the kitchen. Jungkook rhythmically shook his hips as he prepped another side dish. He was humming an R&B classic 'Bust the Windows' by Jazmine Sullivan.

Jennette playfully grabbed a handful of Jungkook's surprisingly heavy ass cheek.

"Damn baby, you got a wagon." Jennette deepened her voice, imitating a thirsty man.

"I'm getting thick. Three C's." Jungkook laughed, continuing his cooking. "Just like you."

A brief frown coated Jennette's lips. Was her weight gain that apparent?

Jungkook served kimchi and beef skewers on the plate. Steaming waving above the meal. Jungkook blessed the food before taking a bit into her hard work. He moaned in satisfaction at the taste. For a brief moment, he paused, eating to look at Jennette.

She pushed the kimchi around her plate.

"Is it not up to your liking?"

"It's good." Is what Jennette said, but not what she wanted to say.

"Eat up then."

As told, Jennette took a few bites, but truthfully her appetite wasn't present anymore. Dinner was awfully silent. That was until Jennette spoke her question.

"Jungkook, have I gotten fat?"

Any good boyfriend would know that this was a dangerous question to be asked. A question that could very easily instill insecurity within one's partner. Unsure of how to answer, Jungkook went with his gut.

"No."

"Really? You don't notice the extra weight I've put on?"

"We've both gotten chunky. But it's just happy weight."

"Happy weight?"

"Yeah, happy weight." Jungkook shrugged carelessly.

"So you don't care about the ten pounds you've gained?" Jennette genuinely asked. She couldn't be surprised though. Jungkook's profession prepared huskier men who had muscle definition.

"I'm not losing sleep over it. Are you?"

"A little."

"We can work together if that's what you want. You know I've always wanted to bring you to my gym."

"Thanks, bug. I'll think about it."

The rest of the night continued in a light-hearted fashion. Jungkook lay in bed with Jennette pressed alongside him. He stroked Jennette's thigh.

"Don't lose all this 'happy weight' and then be unhappy with me."

Jennette laughed, reassuring Jungkook.

"I'll keep some of the weight and all the happiness. How about that?"

"Sounds perfect."

-----------------

A/N: Jungkook and that shirtless gym picture....

He makes it harder not to be delusional.

Likeeeeeeeee omggggg

He's so fine, my God!

ruff ruff woof bark bark

A/N: I also think happy weight is so cute

Whether couples are gaining weight together or losing weight its adorable to me :)

#x black reader #jungkook x jennette #bts x black reader #jeon jungkook #black fem reader #black writers #jungkook imagine #cute relationships

50 notes · View notes

stayatsam · 9 months

Note

This video helped me a lot when changing my diet to try and bulk up. I still eat the sweet potato, green bean, and ground turkey dish a lot and the smoothie is great. If you stick to the types of foods that he talks about at the beginning of the video as the base of your diet you can gain a lot of muscle with exercise. He goes pretty hard on maintaining portion sizes appropriate for this diet but in my opinion you should just eat as much of these foods as you like and just make sure you are eating enough of the good stuff.

How To Build Muscle For $8/Day (HEALTHY MEAL PREP ON A BUDGET) by Jeremy Ethier

OOOO thank you very helpful!! i’ll take a look

#love me some sweet potato too

8 notes · View notes

maiaspen · 1 year

Text

Hey “Oblivion Gin” readers!

I swear to the Force that I am working hard on the finale for you! 💚 My writing confidence took a bit of a hit last month. I am human. I go through feels, sometimes inconvenient ones.

Thank you to all of my readers for continuing to support and encourage me. I’m hoping to have the story finished this month. 💪

Here’s another little teaser for you. The scene picking up where my last teaser left off. Here

I also have glorious supporting art by @kana7o to treat your eyes 😏

Please remember that this is a very rough draft, what ultimately makes it onto ao3 will be heavily scrutinized 🧐 these are just the raw words as they pour out of me.

Thank you all for your support! I can’t wait to share the full finale with you 💚💚💚

xo Maia

💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚

Chapter 9 excerpt…

Anakin doubles his already quite doubled efforts to hustle, weaving pedestrians and commuters on citibikes and landspeeders. He’s aware that his surroundings are Coruscant-rush-hour-level-of-loud, and that it’s daylight; but only because Orea Dea’s singular sun has teamed-up with the Force to highlight his Jedi targets.

Entering the crowded spaceport, Anakin decelerates to a sneaky jog. The Force insists that he assess the situation before drawing his lightsaber and trimming Fisto’s tentacles (and testicles).

The pair of Masters are standing – huddled shoulder-to-shoulder– next to a cargo freighter that looks like it’s being prepped for take-off.

To Anakin’s tremendous relief, Obi-Wan’s posture is strong. He’s handsome as ever, fair head and facial-hair have been groomed to perfection. He’s dressed in his boots and tunic, which the medical staff was kind enough to launder. All of the sweaty-oily-mulchy- bloody souvenirs from their crab droid and ass face battle royales have been cleared away. Obi-Wan looks the epitome of a proper Jedi Master. But Fisto . . .

The droid wasn’t exaggerating.

Anakin gasps as bewilderment sweeps like a blizzard through his mind, whiting-out thoughts of all else but what Fisto is wearing. Or rather– not wearing.

(Thank you @kana7o for this Fisto sketch💚)

The Nautolan is clad in a darkened leather toga – a toga that looks like it’s been sized for Master Yoda. The skirt portion brushes his thick thighs, barely concealing his dignity. If there is a gust of wind – or if Fisto even raises his arms to stretch – everyone in this spaceport will see his cock and balls! Unless he’s wearing underwear, which Anakin strongly doubts. And the green bastard is wearing the toga like he’s doing it a favor. His muscles are bursting out of the garment. Those chiseled biceps and pecs belong on a Holomovie screen (probably a porno), not a public spaceport. There are younglings milling about!

Has the Nautolan been working-out obsessively the whole time they’ve been hospitalized? Gaining muscle and losing modesty?! Even from eight meters away Anakin can count his eight abdominals.

The ‘outfit’ includes knee-high strappy sandals, which accentuate his strong calves, and even– is that a collar? And, yes, Fisto is wearing a collar. A leather one with a metalloid loop. It’s like he’s begging to be latched by some kinky leash.

Master Kit Fisto is hotter than fire. He’s center-of-a-sun, liquid magma hot. How his toga hasn’t burst into flames, Anakin does not know. And, right now, Obi-Wan is reaching upward . . . laying a hand on that bulging bicep and squeezing—

“MASTER!” Anakin screams as though Obi-Wan is touching liquid magma! With a mighty Force-leap he closes the distance, landing before the Masters and snatching Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin holds his Master’s hand to his chest like he’s saved it from a brutal roasting.

Obi-Wan makes a face like Anakin has pissed in his morning tea.

So, Anakin counters: pushing his bottom lip out, going for the most adorable pout he can muster. The kind of expression that always softened his mother’s irritation when he was late for their evening meal. To Anakin’s surprise, Obi-Wan actually blushes. Really blushes. Anakin is certain his rouge can be seen from outer space. Did touching Fisto actually burn him?

Suddenly, Anakin can feel his Master’s Force signature again – vibrating and sizzling like it’s super-heating. But Master Kenobi quickly regains control of his dermal blood vessels and his shielding, retaining the aurora of one who is cool and centered.

“I’ll take this back, thank you,” Obi-Wan says as he pulls his hand from Anakin’s grasp. He then offers a small but earnest smile, adding: “It’s good to see you up and about again, Anakin.”

“Thank you, Master. I can say the same to you–” Anakin starts, intending to ask what-in-all-the-hells is going on, when Fisto clears his throat.

The Nautolan grins broadly, teeth glinting like pearls under the sunlight. Anakin orders himself to keep looking at Fisto’s teeth. Not lower, not lower. “It is indeed good to see you both up and about,” Fisto declares. “I spoke with Master Windu this morning. The Council is sending a team to sluth-out what happened to the senator’s shuttle. They will arrive tomorrow, at which time you two are to take their transport back to Coruscant. I’m afraid our little shuttle is officially out-of-commission.”

Anakin processes Fisto’s words out loud. “So. Master Fisto, you won’t be . . .” he pauses. Pushing the obnoxious optimism from his voice is like trying to shove against a stubborn bantha. “ . . . you won’t be joining us on our voyage to Coruscant?”

Fisto smirks as though he is a stubborn bantha. “No.”

Anakin’s signature surges like a double nova! He barely resists cartwheeling all over the spaceport! He and Obi-Wan will be traveling back to Coruscant together and alone.

And are they spending the night here alone, too? Or is Fisto in his ‘little slut get-up’ going to be the third wheel?

“What’s with the, um,” Anakin waves his hands vaguely about Fisto’s ensemble. “The whole . . . whore look? And where did you get that outfit anyway? Are you going somewhere dressed like that?”

Obi-Wan cringes at Anakin’s words, but Fisto’s already broad smile only widens. “I’m being deployed. Immediately,” Fisto points to the nearby cargo freighter. “It’s an undercover mission. I’m being smuggled to Nal Hutta as a pleasure slave. I’m to be sold upon landing to my . . . target. I cannot divulge any further details, you understand. And, Skywalker, the Council has wardrobe sources on nearly every Republic planet,” Fisto says as though Anakin should know that. Which he does, he just didn’t know that the Republic’s sources kept skimpy togas on hand.

The weight of Fisto’s words take a moment to sink into Anakin’s brain, but when they do . . .

Anakin shakes his head, wanting the weight to be gone. “Hold on, the Council is sending you alone?”

Fisto nods. “They are.”

“Kit is quite capable of handling himself,” Obi-Wan interjects carefully, sensing Anakin’s . . . what? His concern? No. No way. He’s not concerned for Fisto safety. He’s fucking thrilled that Fisto is going away. Far, far away.

Anakin scoffs, though the sound comes out as more nervous than he’d intended. “Yeah, of course. I mean, obviously. But . . . is the mission dangerous? Are you going to have to perform sex duties and–?”

“Anakin. Kit cannot share any further details with us,” Obi-Wan scold-reminds, though Anakin can now sense that his Master is concerned. Obi-Wan turns his attention back upon Fisto, and smiles with warm reassurance. “I am glad for this opportunity to see you off, Kit.”

“Me too,” Anakin says, then turns an accusatory glare upon his Master. “Though, how come neither of you were planning to include me? I couldn’t sense you, Master. And if I hadn’t returned to your sickbed when I did, and interrogated that awful droid, then I may not have even found you on time.”

Obi-Wan lowers his voice as though trying to sooth a hostile assailant: “I needed to have a private word with Kit–”

Anakin intercepts his Master’s defense. “A private word, huh? Is that the only private thing you needed to have?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow fractionally, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Besides, Anakin, the medical droid reported that you were occupied.”

Uninterested in Obi-Wan’s paltry excuses, Anakin turns his accusatory glare upon the scantily-clad Nautolan. “And you! Couldn’t you have changed into that on the freighter instead of schutta-strutting around this port?!”

Amusement flickers over Fisto’s signature and within his eyes. “The droid crew has been programmed to thoroughly shackle me upon boarding. While I am an apt-multitasker, I’m afraid that I cannot undress and redress with my arms, legs and neck bound.” Fisto looks to the cargo freighter, which is flashing its ‘five-minutes-to-launch’ warning. He reaches behind himself, and Anakin only now notices that Fisto is wearing a leather satchel. He rummages within the satchel until he finds something that makes his signature ping with delight.

“Ah, here,” Fisto pulls out the half-empty bottle of Oblivion Gin. “The Council has granted you both the evening free. You have orders to relax, and I am ordering you to . . . indulge,” his grin thins into a cheeky smirk. “Enjoy.” Fisto hands Obi-Wan the bottle. Obi-Wan accepts the gin as though Fisto is giving him a writhing whip-snake.

“Oh, oh . . . really, I cannot accept. This is far too . . . generous,” Obi-Wan almost sounds flustered.

“I insist,” Fisto pushes the bottle at Obi-Wan with oomph, and he begrudgingly accepts. “A shot or two will do you good, my friend. And you,” Fisto’s dark eyes find Anakin’s, flaring with equal parts challenge and warning. “You may need three or four shots.”

“ALL ABOARD!” A mechanical voice blears loudly from the cargo freighter. “WE WILL DEPART IN TWO MINUTES.”

Anakin opens his mouth to say something . . . say thank you? Say goodbye? Say good luck? But it’s suddenly like all of this planet’s air has been sucked away into space, and no words come out.

Anakin feels Fisto’s large, cool hand on his right shoulder, offering a brief squeeze of reassurance. Then he watches as Fisto grants Obi-Wan the same gesture, which Obi-Wan returns.

“My comrades,” Fisto says those two words in a way that makes Anakin’s heart-clench, though he doesn’t know why. “Our physical bodies do not have forever,” Fisto’s gaze sweeps from Obi-Wan’s to Anakin’s and back again. Under the brilliant sunlight Fisto’s blacker-than-black eyes are not black at all. They are a warm honeyed-gold, flecked with blue from the sky. “Time is short, and most of ours is filled with brutality and turmoil . . .” he flashes those too-perfect teeth. Again. “So, go on then, fill as much time as you can with happiness.”

“ALL ABOARD! WE WILL DEPART IN ONE MINUTE.”

“May the Force be with you,” Fisto bids them, then turns on his sandaled heels, tentacles bouncing, and sprints for the freighter.

As Fisto rushes away his toga skirt flares upward and –

By the Force.

Fisto is definitely not wearing any underwear. And his bare ass . . . well, it looks just as holoporn-worthy as the rest of him. The Nautolan probably possesses the two most flawlessly firm green globes in the galaxy. And, really, Anakin expected nothing less.

Several nearby senients squeal in horny delight – like they’ve been flashed by some celebrity heartthrob. An older female Rodian swoons and sways on her feet like she’s about to faint. Fortunately her traveling companion steadies her, though his jaw has nearly dropped to the walkway.

Anakin is surprised to hear himself laughing, and, damn, it actually sounds and feels . . . good. “May the Force be with you, too, Master!” Anakin calls after Fisto, straining his voice over the whirring engine and roaring thrusters.

“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan barely whispers. Anakin doubts Fisto even heard him, though he’s certain that the Nautolan feels the sentiment.

Anakin and Obi-Wan watch as Fisto’s tentacles disappear up the closing loading ramp. Within three heartbeats the freighter launches into the bright sky, fading away toward the outer rim.

Anakin’s mirth fades along with the freighter. A new concern has wriggled into his brain. “Does Fisto even have his lightsaber? He can’t possibly be keeping it inside that satchel. The first thing the slavers will do is search his belongings.”

Obi-Wan frowns thoughtfully. “He would not be storing it in the satchel, no.”

“Then where . . .”

🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚🍆💚

My next update with be the final chapter! 🥲

#oblivion gin #obikin fanfiction #obikin #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x anakin #Kit Fisto #kit fisto art #obikit #anakin x obi wan #story preview #send me love readers

26 notes · View notes