#really captured her sunshine belly lol

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Howdy🤠 can I order some shoyu ramen for table 6? Alotttt of chasu and shijimi clams, my favorite! And one side dish of salad please! (If you want to consider it, I was thinking this order could be about kiba telling the reader, his girlfriend, that he wants to be with her forever🥺not proposing but basically telling the reader that she’s “the one” you know?) THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR BLOG

[Kiba Inuzuka X Reader] Undercover Mission Uncovered

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Order: Table 6: Shoyu Ramen with Chashu and Shijimi clams, Salad

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x fem!Reader

Note: Christmas is coming!!! Therefore, this piece takes the setting of a snowing Konoha :DDD It doesn't snow in Vietnam but the weather is much cooler, which gives me Christmasy vibes :DDD Thank you for the request, your idea is brilliant and I just realized that I wrote something similar in "Yes, Sunshine", it was unintentional LOL >< This one follows the same idea but the reader and Kiba are not in a relationship yet :DD Hope you like it still, enjoy! And yes, I don't know how to name my pieces properly :')))

The whole morning passed by in a blink of an eye and you were preparing to leave the training ground. At least that was what you thought before you spotted a handwritten note shoved underneath your bag. And it read:

“Meet me at the Hokage Tower after you’ve read this. Don’t tell the others.

-K.I.”

Your face contorted in annoyance, and a vein popped up on your forehead. Having to just return from a week-long mission, you were desperate for a sloth-like day. Spending your day off in peace under a thick blanket and a cup of hot chocolate in hand was your original plan. But due to a very specific person, your supposed-to-be a relaxing time was about to go wild. You crumbled the note and hauled your bag onto your shoulders after Hinata and Shino left, marching out of the training ground in fury. You swore Kiba would taste your fist in no time.

It did not take you long to find him dangling his legs off of a branch, whistling lively to a tune that suddenly became very irritating. “You have five seconds to get down here and explain this.”

With ease, Kiba gracefully hopped down onto the ground and held up his hands defensively. “Wait. I do have something for you.”

You squinted your eyes, trying to decipher his ambiguity. “It should be something—no way!”

Your pupils dilated, and your jaw dropped, ogling at the vouchers to a barbeque shop you especially loved. These were vouchers reserved for customers who must visit the place at least thrice a week, not to mention that having grilled food in this chilly weather sounded much more warming than a lone cup of hot chocolate.

“Yes way,” he mimicked your expression and waved the vouchers in the air, holding them out of your reach. “I thought someone was ready to chop my head off just a second ago. Where did she go?”

“Fine then, it’s not like I really wanted your vouchers—”

You were cut off curtly when your stomach growled, immediately clasping your hand over your belly in embarrassment. Kiba was trying his best to remain expressionless, but the sight of your face growing redder put him under a cackling spell. “It seems to me that your stomach is more honest, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t like I wanted it to be like that!” You rambled, stomping your feet angrily before turning away. “That’s it, I’m going back!”

“Wait, sorry.” The brown-haired was quick to capture your wrist, pulling you back to where you were standing with an apologetic smile on his lips. “I have too many vouchers, and I can’t use them all alone. Besides, they will all be expired today. So…”

“So what?” You blinked your eyes and shook his hand off of your wrist, still abashed by the earlier incident.

“So, um, would you like to join me?” Kiba’s voice was a muffle—and it was a rare occasion for someone as loud as him to be speaking with an almost inaudible volume.

You stared at him again before bursting out, laughing. This time, it was him whose cheeks tinted red. Patting him on the shoulder, you piped, “You could’ve said it earlier, baka. Hinata and Shino could’ve come, too.”

Kiba could feel smoke rising out of his head at your remark. Having to decide that he was no longer going to keep up with how dense you were being at the moment, the Inuzuka did not wait for your consent before yanking you in the direction of the restaurant. Fortunately, you complied due to the salivating vouchers he waved at you earlier—at least you tried to convince yourself that it was because of those vouchers.

For a moment, you thought your eyes were fooling you. “Are you insane, Kiba?” You glanced at him and back at the eligibilities for the vouchers to be applicable on a board that they hung in front of the place. “It literally says that we need to be a couple.”

“I thought you already saw the descriptions.” He casually shrugged and looked away.

“That’s what you thought.” You smacked your lips in doubts, “So how are we going to get in?”

“Hold my hand and pretend that we’re a couple.” He instructed and intertwined his fingers with yours, leaving a tingling sensation on your appendages. You immediately tensed up from the interaction and were about to give him an earful, but Kiba huffed. “Just treat it as an undercover mission with me as your partner, Y/N.”

“I would do just fine if you’re anyone else—”

Kiba felt insulted. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s weird.” You choked, retracted your hand from his warmth, and shoved it inside the pocket of your jacket. Your voice grew quieter as you spoke, “Because, with you, it doesn’t feel like an undercover mission. I don’t want it to b-be one.”

After a long silence that made you want to disappear into the thin air, he responded. Kiba could not look into your eyes—for he was too embarrassed to do so—when he reached into your pocket and pulled out your hand again, this time, shoving both of your hands into his pocket. “Is it weird if I say I feel the same?”

You felt as if the cat just got your tongue, and you stared at him in bewilderment. In response to your perplexion, he gently smiled and led your way into the busy restaurant. You guessed this winter wouldn’t be like any other ones because your hands no longer needed the artificial warmth of those gloves, and your heart finally found its lasting glow.

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Perfection vs. Connection

First of all, I want to apologize for my rambling and random thoughts! 

My kids are having Spring Break, and I have been ALL OVER THE PLACE making meals, shooting, editing, playing with my babies, and setting up playdates for them! LOL. BUT HONESTLY, this has been my most relaxing 2 hours of my whole week...sitting here and writing this post. 

The clock is now 12 AM, so I am going to submit this writing without even editing them, because editing them will actually negate ALL of my points below, you’ll see! So again, I apologize for my random ramblings and the imperfect grammars. 

Here goes nothing:

Perfection.

It seems like everyone is so obsessed with this idea lately.

Pinterest house, clean floor, empty dishwasher, squeaky clean plates, Joanna Gaines’ farm house back splash, well-behaved children.

Beach body, toned abs, flawless skin, perfectly fresh hair do.

High powered job, smiling happy co-workers, big fat pay checks that can take us travelling to our next bucket list destinations. Do it for the ‘gram, they say.

People strife to reach this state, collectively jumping into this rat race towards the ideal standard of perfection. They work extra hours, clean erratically, exercise harder, discipline their kids even more. It seems like there is a million things we need to do daily, our minds racing 100 mph through our to-do list, just to barely scratch the surface of this idyllic picture of excellence.

I think this is the exact reason why people fall in love with Instagram (I am so guilty of this!). For once in our lives, we got control. We can curate, pick and choose, crop and filter parts of our lives that are worthy to be put on a pedestal for the world to see. We cut out the imperfect sections and corners of our lives that are hidden, dark, and messy. We can’t capture insecurities. We can’t post confusion and uncertainties. So we choose the bright and happy…. the sunshine and the smiles.

Once we jump into this bottomless vortex of perfect little squares, we are lost in a whole different world. Once our thumbs are caught in this unending scroll of flawless images, we believe that our lives are INDEED perfect! Combine a little expertise in photography and artificial modelling, we can make our friends believe that we run a happier life than Meghan Markle.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think all of us are intentionally faking it. At times, we are just caught up in the fun of documenting our fleeting lives. Yet if we are not careful, we can trade the significant with the superficial… the humble, real, raw moments of our daily relationship with the mere virtual.  

The fact is, real life IS messy.

It involves insecurities, confusion with a hint of uncertainties. Reality consists of misbehaved kids, cheerios on the floor, spilled milk, us losing tempers, and messy hair after a workout. REAL LIFE is often times frustrating, tiring, yet it attracts REAL RELATIONSHIPS.... and it’s beautiful.

The other day I had a client coming to my house and she is 14 weeks pregnant. She’s an old friend of mine wanting to do a fashion start-up, so she needs help in doing editorial photo shoot for her inventory. Before coming to our place for the meeting, she shared with me through text that she was reaaally scared of having this kid. She said that she wasn’t that ready, and this pregnancy was really a surprise for her. I wanted to encourage and be there for her during this season, so I invited her to come to our house for coffee while talking about our upcoming project.

Before she came a few days ago, I cleaned my house (GUILTY OF PERFECTION OBSESSION), Swiffered my floor, and straighten up my house. (what’s wrong with me!?!). I briefed my three kids who were having Spring Break at that time: “Hey kids, my really good friend is coming, she is pregnant, and she is a bit nervous of having this kid, so I want you to be at your best behavior and convince her that having kids are actually FUN!!! You got this!?!?!” I got three simultaneous “Yes, mommy!”

She rang my doorbell, and being her beautiful self, she gracefully showed herself into my kitchen with a tray of dessert. My kids WERE at their best behavior. “Hi auntie! Do you want some tea?” My oldest offered, acting like an English butler. “Auntie T, do you want me to show you my dinosaur art?” My Ally asked excitedly. Our plan was working beautifully, but my joy didn’t last for a long time because suddenly my last born Elijah called me out with that faint voice again, “Mommy, my throat hurts, my belly doesn’t feel that good” 

In that split second….he PROJECTILE VOMITTED THE WHOLE BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND SNACKS HE HAD IN HIS BELLY…DOWN TO MY PERFECTLY SWIFFERED FLOOR. It was the Singaporean Merlion Lion Statue scene, I’m not even kidding you...but instead of water, it was streams of oranges, mushy rice and egg, oatmeal, I will spare you the details.

My reaction was to hold his vomit in my hands…and I am now stuck kneeling in a pool of my child’s vomit, marinated in the obnoxious smell. The barf even splashed a bit unto my friends’ REALLY stylish work pants.

DIE.

I profusely apologize and asked her to move away…I was afraid that she had a bad gag reflex due to her pregnancy (I didn’t wanna clean two people’s vomit). I ended up using half bottle of 409 to clean up the mess. After all the showers and deep cleaning, 40 minutes later, I was finally ready for the meeting.

So much for perfection!

Despite this debacle, in our meeting, I found a connection with her. She said that she got a glimpse of what motherhood looks like. She also said that she feels like an underdog in this whole motherhood thing…. how everyone around her are so ready to become a mom but her! Hey, I relate with that! I told her “I got pregnant when I was 24, and I always thought that I was the underdog. I am always surrounded by all these super moms like Ancella and Kelsie. 12 years into this parenthood thing, and I still feel like I don’t have it all together. I can’t do this thing by myself, but God can help us through this!”. I ended up encouraging her and told her that we are going to be in this MESS together…vomit and all.

We found comfort and connection in our imperfections, fear, insecurities, and uncertainties.

After this incident, I am reassured that perfection is overrated.

John the Baptist chose to embrace the mess in the wilderness, eating locust wearing raw leather.

Jesus didn’t come to earth on his horses and chariots. He chose to come to us in a dark and messy place of a manger.

He chose to walk his life on earth, being 100% human: tempted, hungry, thirsty, persecuted.

He chose to die a horrific death on the cross, bleeding, having his flesh clawed out of his body.

He could have chose perfection, saving humanity from his perfect throne above. He could send his angels to write beautifully on the clouds “Hereby, I now declare humanity SAVED. I love you all.”

Yet, He chose to come down on earth.

He chose imperfection.

He chose connection.

So....the next time I caught my sinful self chasing perfection.

I am gonna try to stop myself and chase connection instead.