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Why Most Weight Loss Diets Fail and How to Fix Them
In this exclusive video, Certified Nutritional Therapist Justin Nault reveals the truth about why most weight loss diets don't workâand what you can do about it. If youâre tired of counting calories, exhausting yourself with intense workouts, and seeing little to no results, youâre not alone. Justinâs approach is different, focusing on one crucial element that many diets overlook: metabolic health.
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Why some people fail to lose weight?
many of us can relate to: the struggle to shed those stubborn pounds. We've all been there, right? You set out with the best intentions, ready to conquer your weight loss goals once and for all. But somewhere along the way, things seem to go awry, and despite your efforts, those numbers on the scale just won't budge.
So, why do some people fail to lose weight, despite their best efforts? Well, the truth is, there's no one-size-fits-all answer. Weight loss is a complex journey influenced by a multitude of factors, both internal and external.
One common stumbling block is the misconception that weight loss is solely about willpower and discipline. While these traits certainly play a role, they're not the only pieces of the puzzle. Our bodies are intricate systems governed by hormones, genetics, and metabolism, all of which can impact our ability to shed excess weight.
Another culprit is the prevalence of fad diets and quick-fix solutions that promise rapid results with minimal effort. Sure, these approaches might lead to short-term success, but they rarely result in sustainable, long-lasting weight loss. In fact, they often do more harm than good, wreaking havoc on our metabolism and triggering unhealthy patterns of restriction and bingeing.
Let's not forget about the emotional component of weight loss. Many of us turn to food for comfort, stress relief, or as a way to cope with difficult emotions. Addressing these underlying issues is crucial for long-term success, yet it's often overlooked in traditional weight loss approaches.
And then there's the environment we live in, which can be rife with obstacles to healthy eating and physical activity. From busy schedules that leave little time for meal prep to neighborhoods lacking access to fresh, nutritious foods, external factors can make it incredibly challenging to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
But here's the thing: failure to lose weight doesn't mean you're doomed to stay stuck where you are forever. It's a journey, with ups and downs, twists and turns. And while it may not always be easy, it is possible. It's about finding what works for you, listening to your body, and making small, sustainable changes that add up over time.
So, if you've found yourself struggling to lose weight, know that you're not alone. Be kind to yourself, celebrate your victories, and keep pushing forward. With patience, perseverance, and a bit of self-love, you can achieve your weight loss goals and live a healthier, happier life. You've got this!
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Trans women. I'm grabbing you by the shoulders and yelling. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE SKINNY TO BE FEMININE AND PRETTY AND CUTE. PLEASE STOP MAKING DIETS PART OF YOUR TRANSITION GOALS. WEIGHT LOSS IS A SCAM. I LOVE YOU. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL.
#I see so many transfems say they want to have âflat stomachsâ or do diet and exercise regimes to try and get an âhourglass figureâ#and it really worries me. girls you do not have to destroy yourselves to fit into unachievable beauty standards#the vast majority of cis women don't even fit those standards#and the same goes for you transmascs! I see you! I see you trying to get smaller chests and hurting yourselves with weight loss routines#and excessive workouts. it's not worth it. weight loss has OVER a 90% long-term failure rate and there's a reason for that#I assure you whatever diet you think you've found that âworks for youâ won't be working so well 5 years from now#and you're going to blame yourself for âslacking offâ. but it's not you. it was never you. it was designed to fail.#these standards are made to hurt people and then sell them a false solution at the price of your health#I encourage you to transition if you'd like and live your best life I really do. but please please please do so SAFELY.#if weight loss is part of your transition goals please reevaluate WHY you believe thinness is necessary for achieving femininity#(or masculinity or androgyny but this stuff particularly affects women in the way it's marketed)#do research on fatphobia and the roots of weight loss culture. Learn where these ideas come from and why they're so prevalent.#It's extremely important#take care. stay safe. love you very much#trans#fat liberation#transgender#lgbt#trans rights#fat positivity#diet culture#fatphobia#transfem#trans positivity#transgirl#trans women#trans woman
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A lot of people will focus on what they want right now, instead of on what they want most. Right now, you might want pizza, but if what you want most is to walk through Venice pain-free, instead of being in pain all the time, you've got to focus on Venice and see the pizza as the enemy that will keep you from Venice. We have to change the way we look at foods that hurt us. If something is making you sicker, it's not a treat. It is a toxin. When you can change your mindset and focus on that big "why" of what you want most in this world, rather than what you want in this moment to get high or deal with an emotional issue you're having, that's when you live on a greater level.
I just did some big coaching in my group with someone who posted that she ate off-plan. She ate buttered toast because she had a fight with her husband, and she needed comfort. And I said, 'That was not comfort.' Comfort helps you heal the wound. If you were comforted, like with therapy, time with friends, exercise, the wound contracts and you start getting better. But, when you eat buttered toast, you are making yourself sicker. If you had wine or did cocaine, it's the same thing. You're hiding from the feeling temporarily. But when that rush, that high, goes away, underneath it is the same wound that was there before. But now it's even bigger because you have to add your guilt and shame on top of it for having eaten something that you had said you weren't going to eat.
So, again, you want to on that big why of what you're creating for yourself and you want to discover real comfort. I call it self-care, real comfort that actually makes you feel emotionally nourished.
- Dr. Brooke Goldner in How to Reverse Autoimmune Disease, or Almost Any Chronic Disease with Supermarket Foods
#that's why i utilize the mdhs transition diet to so that you can bring yourself through these moments when life happens.#you never fail or backtrack if you use the methods properly. and there's always a better option or way to deal.#like if you want pizza. you can prepare a salad that fits all those flavor levels. or have the pizza with a broom salad. or you can do#breathwork. you'll always stay on the system if you work through things correctly. but i like overall what she shares#q#quotes#dr. brooke goldner#self healing#mindsets#food centric herbalism#manifestation#emotional alchemy#emotional eating#wellness journey#mindful consumption#mindful living#mindfulness#holistic leveling up#leveling up#that girl#green juice girl#fitblr#self care#self love#sidewalkchemistry
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Da Vinci is going to have a familiar sta â re at her. Snackie. It wanted a snackie. ( Please do not give cath palug a snack â itâs on a diet. Merlin will know if it was given a snack. )
It was a day off, and a quiet afternoon - one that Leonardo had specifically reserved for herself. The backlog of things she needed to do and wanted to do kept piling, and a day or a week of creativity was simply what she needed to whittle down on the the piles and piles of things she had started and left lying around. Everyone did keep nagging her about them.
Though the only sounds filling up the silence were scribbling and Leonardo humming to herself, she almost did not notice the silent footprints that entered her workshop. The soft sounds the guest let to catch her attention, however, were not left unnoticed.
"Hello, Fou." Making her way to her desk, Leonardo gave some scratches behind the ear, knowing just where he liked to receive the attention. "Did you come for snacks again? Is the bad man trying to keep you away from them again? Well that simply cannot do."
Opening a drawer, she lifted a fake bottom to the hidden snack drawer she kept just for Fou. Picking a few good ones, she set them down on the desk with a grin and closed the drawer again.
"Here you go. Eat up and don't tell Merlin."Â
#avalonianmagus#â Ë LEONARDO DA VINCI.#â Ë V / GRAND ORDER.#plot twist da vinci know hes trying to diet fou and is the reason why it fails
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The rules are even dumber than that: in my state, at least, you just can't buy HOT food with EBT. I can walk into a Whole Foods deli and get a fancy sandwich or smoothie or whatever the fuck they make, and EBT will cover it. But a cup of soup to go with that sandwich? No deal. You can't buy hot fried chicken, but if the store has extra at the end of the dinner rush and puts it in the cold case, it's fair game.
Keep in mind that people on food stamps are more likely to not have access to a clean, functional, fully kitted-out kitchen. Those people need hot, pre-prepared meals the most.
It's not about what's "healthy." It's not about the price. It's a punishment.
Solidarity
#Don't fucking come at me with your reasons why EBT should be restricted#We're still adults capable of making choices about our own diets#Being broke in this society is an inevitability#Not a moral failing#If I wanna eat Snickers and fried chicken for every meal that's my problem#There are plenty of **incentive** programs to encourage people on EBT to buy more fresh veg#Because incentives work#Punishments don't
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istg this teacher...
#We all have professors we don't like#but this dude?!#Cannot fucking stand him#I'm writing my bachelor atm#or choosing our topics#which I did last winter#and I've talked to a bunch of other professors about it who all supports it and says it's a great idea#I talked to this teacher before summer started and he was on board#I sent him an email a week ago just confirming that this was my topic and that I had these plans for it#and he has the nerve to answer me with a 'Oooh that's a bit big and hard for this isn't it?'#'I'm not sure what you want to write about and you don't have any archeological material here'#'I'm not sure you're writing an archeological paper here it sounds more like a sociological paper'#Like SIR?! You don't think frescoes and graffiti in Pompeii and bioARCHEOLOGICAL material are archeology????#You're not sure how I will use that material to analyse if the food pictured is their actual diet??#'Oh and you do know that it's not certain the food they pictured is the food they ate right?'#YES SIR of fucking course i know!!!!#the whole premise for my paper is to analyse WHY it isn't the same#oh and this is the same teacher who said I didn't quite know what archeology was#AND almost failed me because I used misspelled a few (6) composite words in a 20 page paper I had to write in 3 days#his classes are the only classes I almost fail in. In every other class it is top grades and teachers using my papers as good examples#i fucking can't deal with him...#classic archeology#poul's shitposts
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#Iâm so fuckjng sick of my fucking relationship with food#Iâm always so fucking miserable and scared and angry over it#why canât I just eat what the fuck#Iâm a rational adult#I was doing so good for like two years#and then idk what happened but a few months ago everything went bad again#and itâs not every day but man itâs been happening more and more#and I canât fuckjng stand it#Iâm miserable when Iâm hungry and Iâm miserable when Iâm eating#and Iâm always crying#and itâs not fair Iâm just so tired of fighting this thing#I hate how ed is treated by the general population because almost everyone who doesnât experience it#doesnât fucking get it#and every single ed clinic is actually worse than prision like the abuse people in recovery go through in hospitals and clinics is terrify#itâs so fucking hard to live like this and I can just get up and go to work and do my job and live my life like normal#i get that recovery isnât linear but oh my god#it feels like this is just how itâs always going to be forever and I canât stop that#what? am I just doomed to a life of Diet Coke and chewing gum and bullion broth?#and not for nothing the fact that EDs are never taken seriously or treated as a moral failing or the butt of a joke CONSTANTLY in media#and are under researched#because they predominantly effect women makes me so angry#but I donât even have the energy to be angry because Iâm so cold and tired all the fucking time and all I can do now is read and draw#and sleep and I hate leaving my bedroom and I hate everything about it#and even after all of this my doctor still looked me in the eyes and told me to lose 35 lbs#as if Iâm not already a size fuckjng small and five feet tall?? how can you look me in the eyes and tell me I should look into l#a âcalorie deficitâ to try to lose weight when Iâm not eating as is#like gee sure Iâll stop eating my rice and green onions ok#yeah sure Iâm sure my friends will love to hear that Iâm trying to lose weight after every single one of them makes an effort to eat with me#because Iâm such a fuckjng baby they donât trust me to do it on my own and they are fucking right#I canât take this bullshit thereâs no winning and Iâm just tired of it I feel so stupid
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â°THE âI AMâ STATE: do you understand? â°
letâs clear things up!! a revamped logical, explanation to the void state
a lot of you are âfailingâ to induce pure consciousness because you donât understand.
If you feel like you need a routine to shift/tap into the âI AM stateâ, you donât properly understand what it is
If you feel like you need a good âmental dietâ, you donât properly understand what it is.
If any doubt has creeped into your mind about the void/âI AMâ state, you definitely donât properly understand what it is.
If you feel like you need a method, you donât property understand what it is.
If you feel as if you MUST stay still, you donât properly understand what it is.
And if you compare your story to others, you donât properly understand what it is.
The void state is a deep mental space where you let go of thoughts, emotions, and any sense of âyouâ as a person, almost like floating in a blank, quiet space. In this state, your brain shifts to slower frequencies, like theta waves, which are linked to creativity and openness in the subconscious. With the conscious mind quiet, your subconscious is more receptive, so any intentions you set can bypass mental barriers like doubt and self-limiting beliefs. People often reach this state through meditation or deep relaxation, opening a space where you can set intentions that stick. This isnât magicâitâs a psychological and neurological process that aligns your subconscious with what you want to achieve, making you more likely to act in ways that bring those desires into reality.
So you see, itâs literally just a state where all your intentions can come into fruition without the barriers of the 3d. Itâs not some magical thing where your soul lifts to some higher places and a genie grants all your wishes. Itâs just pure consciousness.
So you donât need a routine for something effortless. You donât need to have a âgood void conceptâ or a âgood mental dietâ to do a basic ability. You donât need an elaborate ten step method to induce pure consciousness. You donât need to be a productive manifestor who has a routine where you repeat the same affirmations till your brain goes numb, where you listen to the same subliminals over and over and over. Itâs not something you need to do. Not for something as easy as breathing, not for something that is in your fucking brain. You can have the worst day with the worst thoughts and still induce pure consciousness. Because itâs not something you need to mentally prepare for, it was never and is never that deep. Doubting that just shows you donât truly understand what youâre dealing with.
Having doubts means you donât truly understand. why? because itâs not something you get to doubt. Itâs not some belief that can be speculated against, some superstition that can be proven wrong or some conspiracy theory that can be debunked. Itâs a basic ability, itâs law, something that is law cannot fail, no matter how much you want to convince yourself, itâs just not possible for it to fail. Why wouldnât you doubt that humans have the ability to breathe, because itâs not that deep, itâs not something that you speculate on or something you get suspicious of, because its nothing, just like the void.
There are people who fell asleep in an apartment and woke up in a penthouse, there are people who went to bed with nothing in their wallet and woke up a billionaire. There are people who went to sleep hating their family, the way they look, where they live and woke up with all of that changed. And why? because they induced a state where their intentions can come to life with out any limitations.
You can do it, and iâm not saying that to be sappy and motivational, im saying that because itâs a fact that itâs a basic thing that you can do.
Itâs just pure consciousness, nothing too serious đ¤đ
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Ok I love your post about sleep talking to Aaron, but can you imagine if reader is pregnant but hasnât told Aaron yet and completely spills the beans in her sleepy ramblings đđ
thanks for requesting! <3 fem, 1.4k
âCan you take my socks off for me?â Â
Aaron decides against asking why. Finds he doesnât really care why you donât want to do it yourself, happy to do it for you and spend a little time touching you. He sits on the end of the bed, pulling the comforter off of your feet. He slides a finger under the band of a sock and pulls it off, then the other. Pleased to hear your content sigh, he tucks you back under the blankets.Â
âThank you,â you say.Â
He hears it then, the tiredness creeping into your voice.Â
âNot gonna last long tonight?âÂ
âDonât think so.âÂ
Aaron doesnât mind. With Jack in bed already and everything that needed to be done put away, thereâs nothing to do tonight but sleep. He wouldâve liked to have had a few more hours with you, but youâre often tired lately. He keeps meaning to pay closer attention to your diet. Perhaps youâre eating too little or missing a necessary vitamin.Â
He strips out of his sweatpants and climbs into bed.Â
âOoh, how forward, Mr. Hotchner,â you tease, your cheek to your pillow, curled and waiting for him to lay down.Â
He turns out the light. âCanât a man take off his pyjamas without such accusations?â he asks back, soft so as not to disturb his sleeping son nor his failing partner.Â
Aaron shakes the sheets out over his legs, slipping onto his side in your direction. You hike your leg over his thigh. He pulls you in.Â
âWhy are you so tired?â he asks.Â
You donât pretend youâre not, eyes closing and forehead drifting forward. Heâs content to talk to you like this. He might not be able to sleep for a while, but he wonât mind it. Itâs an opportunity to see you as you are without inhibitions or distractions.
âI think itâs something in the air.â You slink your arm behind him where heâs hugged you, hand bent at an awkward angle to press into his hair. âSo soft.âÂ
He leans down for a kiss. âIf you need to sleep,â he says, pulling away only to stroke under your eye, âyou can sleep, honey.âÂ
âNo⌠miss you too muchâŚâÂ
âIâll still be here in the morning.â
âDonât promise if you canât.âÂ
He kisses your frown. âI promise Iâll be here in the morning. Just like we talked about. Regularly scheduled days off, definite weekends, consult only if necessary. I promise, honey.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
âI know. I love you more.âÂ
Youâre delighted to hear it. Even with your eyes closed, he can sense the pleasure youâre feeling. You squeeze closer to his chest and begin pulling your fingers through his hair, a sensation that sends shivers down his spine with each pass. Your face falls on your pillow just under his chin and for a while you struggle, your hand trembling with the effort of stroking his hair. Soon, youâre scratching light circles into the same spot, and not long after that youâve given in to simply having your hand there, buried without hurting.Â
He turns onto his back to relieve a hip ache. He doesnât bother pretending it isnât a plus when you end up half atop him.Â
âAaron?âÂ
âYeah?â he asks, surprised you're capable of opening your mouth.Â
âAre you happy?âÂ
âNever so much in my life.âÂ
âYou love me?âÂ
He curls an arm behind the back of your head. âYou know that I do, sweetheart.â Aaron is at a crossroads of disposition; heâs always been and always will be a sensitive man, but heâs more of a shower than a teller when he can help it. Heâd hope you know every inch of love he has for you, in everything he tries to do, but if youâre asking him about it he shouldâve said it more. âI love you. Iâm so grateful for you.âÂ
âI love you and Jack, and⌠I love our life.âÂ
âMe too,â he says. âIs this a precursor for something?âÂ
âNo,â you say decidedly. Last bit of inflection, and then your toneâs lost to fatigue. âGoodnight.âÂ
âGoodnight,â he says, pressing his lips to your head, kissing you once, then twice. âGoodnight.âÂ
You curl up into him. He can feel the moment you fall into sleep, the laxness of unconsciousness and your deepening breath. You donât usually snore for the first hour or so. He should try to fall asleep with you, but he gets distracted by the line of your upper lip.Â
He really does love you. It isnât an underestimation to say this is the happiest heâs ever been. Heâll always wonder if he deserves it, but he wants to believe now that he can earn it. You love him, so heâll spend the rest of your lives together making sure youâre happy. Heâs had some cruel wake up calls, made agonising mistakes, and maybe there are some things that canât be forgiven. But you deserve to be loved to the fullest extent. Jack deserves to grow up feeling the same way, in a home where his dad, while staying true to who he is, actually lives there too.
You and Jack both gave him a second chance at a good life.Â
âI love you,â he says again.Â
Stirring, you mumble nothing.Â
He shouldnât have done that. âShh,â he says, rubbing your back. âShh, shh.âÂ
âAaron?âÂ
You turn his name into a shapeless doting.Â
âWhat, my girl?â he asks under his breath. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âIâm sleeping.âÂ
âYou were.â He whispers to you in the dark, struggling to resist temptation. âI was just telling you I love you, thatâs all.âÂ
âIâm so tired.âÂ
âYouâre more than tired lately. Itâs a little concerning.â
Your sigh kisses his neck. âWell, itâs probably âcos of the baby, you know, theyâre so⌠complicated to makeâŚâÂ
He opens his eyes. Frowns at you, forcing some space between your two bodies. âThe baby.âÂ
ââPparently the first twelve weeks are the tiredest.â You whine softly and curl into him. âDonât move away, please...âÂ
He feels like heâs been shocked. The conversation about babies as a long term couple went as follows: weâll use protection, and if the protection fails weâll do as you like.Â
Aaron, youâd said, shaking your head, We canât just do what I want.
Genuinely and wholeheartedly, Aaron would be happy with just his Jack, and, at the same time, would adore a baby with you. So it really was up to you, knowing protection isnât ever one hundred percent. Heâd hoped heâd be more looped into that conversation when it happened, though, especially with how much has to be done, the preparations to be made, and the extra support youâre going to need.Â
He takes a deep breath, thinking about everything carefully. He loves you. He wants you to have a baby if you want one, and it sounds like you do. Youâre tired beyond belief trying to carry one, so this conversation can wait until tomorrow.Â
âIâve heard that too,â he says finally, kissing your forehead more forcefully than he means to. âYou should rest as much as you can, honey.â
âYou sound like youâre smiling,â you tease, tired, somehow missing the entire point.Â
âI love you very much, thatâs all. You and Jack and⌠and whatever else that comes.âÂ
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In the morning, you wake slowly and then suddenly, your hand against his arm. Heâs exhausted from a night too excited to sleep and doesnât budge.
âAaronâŚ?â you ask.Â
âWhat, honey?â he asked.Â
âI⌠did IâŚâÂ
He deigns to remove his face from his pillow. He finds you looking down at him nervously, so beautiful then that looking at you makes him excited all over again.Â
He rubs your arm. Takes your hand, pulling it to his lips to kiss your wrist. âCongratulations, honey.âÂ
Itâs your turn to be shocked, it seems. âOh, thank you. So I did tell you?âÂ
âYou mightâve mentioned it.âÂ
âAnd youâre⌠okay with it?âÂ
He puts your hand to his heart, holding it gently. âI couldnât be more in love,â he confesses.Â
That helps your hesitant smile on leaps and bounds. You go smiley like youâve eaten something sugary and laughed, summoning the sweet, inescapable ache in your jaw. âYouâre sure?â you ask.Â
He pulls you down by the cheek for a kiss.Â
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I'm no dietician but I have heard that it is easier to lose weight the bigger you are. So she could lose 10 lbs doing things that I would only lose 2 lbs doing, get excited, and then stop.
#that's also why I think like 90 % of diets fail because people do them to lose weight and once they lose the weight they stop and regain#or the diet doesn't work (at least not instantly) and they stop#it's not like going into raw veganism is not going to change your body you just have to be realistic and consistent with it
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So I read an article about how instead of 5 a day they are now saying 30 plants a week (this includes other plant foods you can't include as your 5 a day but still that's loads.) Anyway it was actually a good article and the woman was saying 'bad timing for this advice. Ppl can't afford to eat full stop.'
Anyway I'm really annoyed because I mentioned it to my mum saying how difficult that would be. I eat a lot of vegetables, so many in fact that I have to make a pronounced effort to eat more meat on Dr's orders. I'd say my diet has always been largely vegetable based with lentils and beans for protein cause they're a lot cheaper than meat, but there's no way I've got anywhere near that much variety. I'm eating a lot of plant but it's like, lots of the same. I make an effort to pick things that are different from each other in like colour and stuff so I'm getting a variety of nutrients, but I'm still eating multiple portions of the same old cheap vegetables in most meals. I'm not saying it's not doable, but it's definitely not easy and would be prohibitively expensive for most ppl and I mean. I grow a lot of my food! If I'm finding it hard on a not particularly restrictive budget, growing my own food, and eating mainly vegetables, it's going to be nearly impossible for a lot of ppl. I don't know it seems to me like its sending the wrong message. The article had a good point about the timeliness of it and I don't know. I think encouraging ppl to eat more of whatever plants they can get is better than being like 30 or broke. I mean 5 portions of peas a week is better than 0 portions???
And she was immediately like ACTUALLY it wouldn't be. I counted it up at work and it's really easy to do as you can include nuts. And I'm like??? 70% of the time when I come round you're eating pot noodles for dinner. That's 0 vegetables 1 plant. Like I don't think she's eating 5 a day let alone 30 a fucking week. I know this is so petty but like. She's so elitist about healthy eating and she eats like shit. She only thinks she eats healthily cause she's got a phobia of numbers and has never actually looked at how many micronutrients are actually in her food and yet she like fucking lectures ppl and gives them meal plans and shit
#this is so stupid cause the only reason I'm bothered about nutrition is her lol#like she brought me up to be interested in it and#when i got older i read more in to things and realised i wasnt eating quite as well as i believed#(b12 my nemisis why are all the foods you are in so fucking expensive i can't)#anyway I'm only interested cause she gave me a foundation but now I've built on that foundation#I've realised that much of what she believes is wrong!!! it's just wrong!!!#and its very annoying. she's particularly irritating and judgy about how she speaks about other ppls diet without any kind of#consideration of nuance and like. that's not a personal failing. it's just alarmingly difficult to eat well in this country without ÂŁÂŁÂŁÂŁ#and shes all judgemental and elitist while eating so badly compared to when i was a kid. she still brags about how well she eats and#its like. you don't tho. you just don't. you 100% aren't getting enough of certain vitamins. there's no way you could be getting enough
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Can i have a fluffy spencer x reader piece. Just something cozy where they are all at rossis maybe after a case for some team bonding and chill time. And like he is offering everyone wine and reader goes along like "i can't" bcs she pregnant? Fluff fluff super fluff pls
Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader Trope: Established Relationship; Fluff! Just fluff! wc: 0.6k A/N: Reader is not part of the BAU, hope that's alright. I had fun writing this, hope you enjoy! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated đ Main masterlist
Special Diet. // Spencer Reid
Your fiancee and his team had been out on the field for three consecutive cases all over the country. Just through Spencerâs nightly ritual calls alone, you could tell how tired and stressed he was and by extension the other members. Which was why, during their second night back in home ground, you volunteered to cook them a small feastâas long as Rossi hosted it in his place, which he readily agreed to as he was never one to say ânoâ when a culinary chef such as yourself volunteers to cook up a meal.
âSo what did our local chef cook up for the night?â Morgan asked as the team sat around the laid out table by the backyard.
You smiled, placing the finishing touches on the table. âI wanted to give the Italian cuisine a break so I present to you, French delicacies. For the starters, we have here salade lyonnaise with slices of baguetteââ gesturing to the mid-size plate to their upper left. ââour mains, steak frites, and yes, I remembered to make yours rare, Morganââ a few chuckles escaped from the team members as the called out profiler sheepishly placed his hand down ââand profiteroles for dessert.â
Rossi then started going around the table with his choice of wine to match the lavish dinner youâve prepared.
âIf you werenât engaged to Reid, Iâd marry you,â Penelope gushed as she took a bite of her meal.
Emily chuckled. âGet in line, Penelope. I get to marry her first if she changes her mind.â
âYou never fail to impress me, Bambina. Now can I interest you for a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon?â Rossi asked as he reached your seat between Spencer and Emily.
âActually, no thank you,â your answer eliciting an echo of utensils being dropped on the table. âIâm trying to cut back.â
JJ leaned forward. âOur very own wine connoisseur is saying no to Rossiâs aged wine?â
âIâm trying this special diet,â you shrugged, subtly studying if any of the best profilers the FBI has to offer understood the real reason why. Based on Hotchâs small smile behind his glass wine, the unit chief had caught on quite quickly.
âYou donât need to diet. Youâre petite and fit, right kid?â Morgan clarified.
The corners of Spencerâs lips pulled slightly up as he squeezed your hand in his. âActually, she does need to stick to the diet.â
Penelope gasped, clearly appalled at the stance your fiancee had taken. âTake that back! No way you said that, Reid!â
You giggled at the affronted reactions of the teamâminus Hotch and Rossi as the two older profilers clinked their glasses together at the side. âItâs fine, Penny. Itâs the truth anyway.â
Emily sent a dirty look to Spencer before asking on. âWhat else does this special diet entail?â
âUnpasteurized dairy, cold cuts, liver, game meat, and raw sushi to name a few,â Spencer listed out loud and with each, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.
âWait, isnât thatââ JJ mumbled before promptly standing up from her seat and rushing to give you a hug.
Morgan tilted his head to the side. âWhat? What did I miss?â
Spencer chuckled before revealing the most obvious clue. âShe has to follow the strict diet for 36 more weeks.â
There was a beat of silence before shouts and squeals emitted from all ends of the table.
âYouâre pregnant?â Penelope gasped.
Emily added on. âWith boy genius?â
You both nodded, bringing out a printed sonogram safely tucked in Spencerâs jacket that was draped around your shoulders. It had been a surprise when you went in for your yearly check-up but it was the type of news that Spencer quickly became happy with. His own family was expanding and he couldnât have chosen a better partner than you.
âWe present to you, baby Reid!â
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Don't feed him he'll come back (2)
simon riley x neighbour! reader
summary: The ghost that lives in your apartment is a solitary man, people tend to stay out of his way, giving him a wide berth. You can't help but think he seems a little bit lonely, cue pestering him with bad jokes and food.
word count: 1.3k
A/N: Simon's POV of events. Find part 1 here. Part 3 here 18+ nsfw themes
Simonâs not entirely sure what to make of his pretty neighbour who fattens him up with their cooking and has a penchant for bad jokes that might outshine even him. From the moment heâd caught you staring with wide eyes heâd expected wariness, or outright fear, those were the typical responses. He hadnât expected you to force a tray of pasta bake into his hands and then promptly disappear before he could get a word in.Â
Itâs a bit ridiculous, but the random act of kindness set his teeth on edge, enough that heâd even suspected foul play briefly. Hunger and logic eventually won out over his paranoia and Simon devoured the tray embarrassingly fast. Heâs not quite sure how to face you so he simply leaves the tray outside your door and assumes that will be that.Â
Except itâs not. For some reason youâve taken it upon yourself to feed him, leaving an array of dishes from dinners to snacks. Apart from an initial note inquiring into allergies you adapt his diet on experience, taking note of what he does and doesnât seem to enjoy.Â
He doesnât know how to get you to stop, nor does he really want you to. Not when heâs become entirely too reliant on you feeding him, eagerly awaiting each new dish with the excitement of a hyperactive toddler.Â
Price says heâs got a crush, which is just absurd, the only thing he knows about you is your name. And that your left cheek has a dimple when you smile, and that you love your cat more than anything and that-
He doesnât have a crush.Â
Then the elevator breaks. It breaks with only you and him inside and instead of panicking like he expected, you only seemed mildly annoyed for a few seconds before you turned to him with a conspiratorial grin. âA bear walks into a bar and says give me a whiskey and⌠cola. Why the big pause? Asks the bartender. The bear shrugged. Iâm not sure, I was born with them.â
Simonâs a little floored and itâs probably only his shock that prevents him from laughing because dammit, that was better than some of his. What shocks him even more is that you arenât deterred from his silence. If anything, you seem to take it as a personal challenge and your eyes glint in determination.Â
Itâs both a mixture of the jokes and youâre adorable determination that finally pulls a chuckle from his lips and Simon will forever remember the way your face absolutely lit up at the noise.Â
Itâs not until he provides a joke of his own before ducking into the safety of his apartment that he briefly thinks Price may have been onto something. He staunchly pushes that thought away but then you start leaving jokes with the food and he has to admit heâs in a little bit of trouble.Â
You wrangle his number from him (not that he resisted very hard) and then you wrangle him into your apartment and you make him watch as you flit around your kitchen in order to feed him.Â
His next deployment comes at exactly the right time and Simon is prepared to spend the months away getting over you. Except this doesnât happen because you send him a joke every day without fail, not even deterred when he rarely responds.Â
You send a selfie of you and your cat and Simon stares far longer than is appropriate. Heâs dreamt of you before, both innocently and not so. For some reason, the distance makes this worse and Simon wakes hard and aching for you more often than not.Â
(Johnny walks in on him with his hand in his pants staring at a picture of you once and neither of them can look at each other for days. He thinks this is preferable to the shit-eating grins Johnny throws his way now.)
For the first time in his life, Simonâs desperate to get back from deployment to the empty apartment he barely considers his home. The empty white walls and space not seeming as depressing when he knows youâre waiting for him just across the hall. Waiting to fill the dark void in his chest that grows when he loses access to your smile.Â
For the first time in his life, Simon doesnât want to leave his apartment. Each time Price calls him away from your presence starts to weigh on his soul more and more. Itâs getting harder and harder to stop being Simon, to put on the mask and be the Ghost when all he can think about is you.Â
It all comes to a head nearly nine months after he'd initially met you. As much as he tries to ignore the way his heart sings in your presence and aches in your absence Simon canât really deny how he feels about you anymore.Â
You pull him from his dangerous train of thoughts when you plop down next to him on the couch. Not exactly a new move in of itself but even then he canât help the way he shivers at the feel of your arm against his skin.Â
If asked Simon wouldnât be able to tell you a single plot point of the movie youâd put on, not when his mind was running a mile a minute and he was trying not to smell your hair like a creep.Â
He tenses a little when you tip against him but doesnât push you away. Instead, he canât help but smile softly down at you as he watches you fall deeper and deeper into the clutches of sleep. Awe and adoration in his eyes as one of his hands lightly stroked your cheek, his other arm wrapping around you to pull you closer to his chest.Â
Youâd wormed your way into his heart months ago with all your stupid jokes and your insistence on looking after him. Not once had you ever asked for anything in return, you even seemed offended at the implication.Â
He wasnât stupid enough to let you in on his feelings, not when every time he left you could end up being his last. Simon had once accidentally caught you crying over your brother, a soldier like him, though not as lucky. Your brother was dead and buried and Simon saw the toll it took on you years later even when you tried to hide it.Â
You were the sun. You were light and everything that was good in this world, saw the good in him, and Simon refused to be the potential reason that light was snuffed out.Â
He wouldnât do that to you. But Simon wasnât completely selfless, so he held you in his arms as he slept, letting himself imagine a life where you could be together. A life where he got to come home to you and your stupid fat cat, his apartment no longer in use and heâd hold you just like this as you slept.Â
This wasnât that life, but Simon still let himself pretend it was, just for a little bit. Because Simon couldnât deny it any longer, he loved you, was in love with you. And for that, he had to leave before he ruined you.
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- ED trigger warning -
Being skinny ruined my life. If youâre thin and think to yourself, âwhy donât fat people just lose weight?â Please read this
I was the âideal fatâ in the sense that I did everything skinny people wanted me to do. I tried every diet in the book. I exercised regularly. I worked with doctors and dietitians to figure out the best way to lose weight. But nothing worked. I did everything ârightâ to lose weight, and my weight stayed the same
But the thin people in my life kept telling me that I wouldnât be happy, attractive, healthy, etc. until I lost weight. So, heartbroken, I came to the conclusion that anorexia was the only option left. It felt safer than bariatric surgery, and was obviously much more affordable
I became the perfect anorexic. 700 cal a day or less, except once a week I allowed myself 1400 cal. For reference, my body required at least 2800 to maintain weight, and at least 1800 to keep my organs and stuff fully functioning. Still, 700 a day, I persisted because everyone in my life told me weight loss was all that mattered. If dieting didnât work, anorexia had to
And it did. My weight dropped all the way down to 110 pounds. I was skinny - underweight, even - in all sense of the word. The people in my life saw it as a miracle. The ultimate success story. My mother, my âfriends,â my doctors, they all congratulated me on my accomplishment
When I confessed my eating disorder to my doctor, he told me, âthatâs not the best way to go about it, but Iâm glad you lost the weight.â My mother took pictures of me and sent them to relatives to brag
Okay, great. I was skinny. I did what I set out to do. But there were severe consequences
The most obvious was my joint pain doubled, maybe even tripled, to the point that I couldnât leave the house without a wheelchair
I also developed several health complications, including fatty liver disease and extremely painful GERD. I had to see a handful of specialists and get an endoscopy because of severe stomach pain
My partner, who was the only person who saw my weight loss for what it was (a horrible thing that only happened because of an eating disorder), convinced me to enter a recovery program
For nearly a year, I relearned how to feed myself. I ate everything I was told to eat, nothing more and nothing less. My diet was 100% in the hands of somebody else
And I gained back every pound I has lost. All of the work to become thin went right out the window. It was proven to me that thinness and health were incompatible with my body. If I wanted to be thin, I had to forgo my physical and mental well-being. And vise-versa
Prior to the anorexia, I never once struggled with binge eating. I was naturally an intuitive eater, and I did a good job of having a well rounded diet. After the anorexia, after recovery, I developed a binge eating disorder. I had spent so long starving myself, that my brain and body got stuck in survival mode, desperate to consume any and all calories out of fear that I might starve again. To this day I struggle with binge eating
I did everything thin people wanted of me. I dieted. I exercised. And when all else failed, I starved myself. Now I have liver disease, stomach issues, and BED. Not to mention the loads of mental issues that accumulated as a result of my weight loss journey. During the throes of my anorexia, I had to be hospitalized for suicidal ideation
When you tell fat people to âjust lose weightâ you are suggesting they give themselves illnesses for which treatments are not always effective. You are asking fat people to destroy their stomachs and livers. When a fat person loses so much weight that they become skinny, they are likely giving up so much of their health in efforts to be treated like a human being
If youâre thin, do your part. Treat fat people like people before we tear our bodies apart
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my baby
pairings; loser!ellie williams x cheerleader! reader
cw; interalized homophobia, angst, tribbing, fingering (r! recieving), fluff, bullying (kinda), making out, slur, petnames like âbaby & princessâ , not proof read yet!
wc; 17k
life has never been better, you were handed the world at the age of 6. you never had to worry about having no friends, or not having the latest designer bag, and certainly not having everybody wrapped around your finger. you were a cheerleader & from that only, everyone respected you. you dedicated yourself into looks: always on diets, hitting the gyms, getting your nails done, having the most expensive makeup and so much more. you were the most outgoing girl known to mankind, never missing a rager or party. your friend groups were mainly other cheerleaders, and the jocks on the football team. they were assholes, but you didnât care because so were you.
you never once paid attention in class, especially english. clicking your pen and having your eyes everywhere but the board. you snap out of your daze when your teacher announces that there will be a partner project, and she would assign the groups. you hear your name, and you pray that you get one of your friends but instead you hear the name ellie williams.
âyou cannot be fucking seriousâ you mutter under your breath, looking at ellie whose a row infront of you.
âwhat was that?â the teacher asked you. ânothing.â you mock her tone, earning a laugh from your classmates.
âalright then everybody get to your partners we donât have all day!â she claps her hands, urging everyone to switch their seats.
you stay in your seat, motioning ellie to
come where you are. why would you have to move? ellie rolled her eyes, not having the best impression of you either. âlook,â ellie says âi wouldnât have picked you either.â you scoff, âgreat to know weâre on the same page!â you look at her green eyes, and the way she flutters her eyelash. you were about to say something until you felt a tap on your shoulder.
it was a jock, and you end up talking to him for the rest of the period, not caring to look back at ellie, who was doing all the work. âanother prissy bitch.â ellie thinks to herself.
as soon as the bell rings, ellie packs her stuff and leaves as soon as she could. she sees her friends, dina and jesse, and she sighs in relief. âyou would not believe who i got paired up with.â dina and jesse both furrow their brows in unison. âa CHEERLEADER! i swear this world is against me, i already know im gonna have to do this project with myself.â dina replies, âyikes , you have it unlucky. i would NOT wanna be you.â jesse laughs and that makes ellie roll her eyes & reply âthanks dina that makes me feel a million times better.â âwell jesse and I have to get going, good luck with her!â dina yells while grabbing jesse by the hand and dragging him through the hallways. ellie sighs and puts her back against the locker.
you put your bag down, and flop down on your bed chewing on some protein bars after practice. you grab your laptop and check your grade book. and thats when you see it. youâre gonna fail english class. âshit shit shit!â you tell yourself, pacing around your room in circles. you couldnât give to shits if you were failing english, but what you did care about is being on academic probation. if youâre put on academic probation, you wonât be able to cheer. you canât let that happen. so you grabbed your phone, and started texting everyone for ellieâs number. when you finally receive a message with her number, you smile and immediately text her.
âheyyyâ
âwho is this?â
âyour partner in english.â
âwhy are you texting me?â
âdo you wanna come over tomorrow to work on it?â
âis this a joke?â
â why would i be? i have practice, so is 7:30 good?â
âyeah, ill be there just give me the address.â
itâs the next day and you come from practice drenched in sweat. you go into the shower, making sure its cold so you can relax. as you get out, you put on a robe and some uggs slipper and you hear the bell ring.
you walk over to answer, the fact ellie was supposed to come over completely slipped your mind. you open the door, and you see ellie.
âshit! is it 7:30 already?â
ellie takes full notice youâre in nothing but a robe and she blushes.
âyeah.â
âfuck im so sorry- practice had me exhausted-â
ellie reassures you, telling you it was okay because she found it kinda cute that your hair was wet and your lips were plump.
âhere ellie, you can come inside, just stay in my room, iâll get changed and iâll be there in a sec.
ellie nods, and sinks down into your bed. she takes a moment to take in everything in your room. she took note of the way your walls were stripped pink and white to the little ballerina jewelry box that looked antique.
you walk into your room handing her some snacks. âdo you want some?â âsure.â
ellie says. & now shes starting to think youâre not a total bitch.
this time, you ended up getting no work done but for a different reason. you spent your time gossiping to ellie, about who slept with who, or who did what. you never realized how pretty ellie truly was. her freckles decorated her face like how constellations decorate the sky. you look down into her lips, and ellie stops talking about whatever she was. ellie and you spend a brief moment just gazing into each otherâs eyes.
you both get flustered and she breaks the silence by saying âum- do you have a hair tie?â âyeah of course hereâ and you hand her one.
you look at the time and gasp, itâs almost 11:30. were you guys really talking for that long? âellie, do you wanna sleep over? or i can walk yo-â âno, ill sleep over itâs fine.â you nod. grabbing blankets for her, âyou can sleep on my bed iâll sleep on my couch.â ellie scoffs âno fucking way, iâm not taking your bed, i can have the couch.â
and due to both of your guysâ stubbornness, you are laying next to eachother, in the same bed staring at the ceiling. you look over and you see ellie has fallen asleep. she looked so beautiful and her front hair pieces fell on her face, capturing her beautiful. you move your hand to tuck it but then you get this wave of disgust. not to her, but to yourself.
what the fuck am i doing? I canât like girls. am i stupid? iâm not gonna be seen as some dyke on the cheerleader team. my reputation would be ruined.
you ended up falling asleep teary eyed, scared to accept if these feelings are really true and maybe theyâll go away.
itâs almost summer, and the feelings are still lingering and infact they are stronger than before. after acing the project, you still
continued to hang out with ellie. you and her hung out every friday, and it became a ritual. you were starting to fall in love with her, and you knew there was no way out. everytime your asshole friends said anything about her that was negative, you jumped to defend her name like a knight. âyou know the project deadline was months ago, while do you still hangout with her.â slightly irritated you snap, âshe isnât even bad once you get to know her, sheâs funny and sweet.â
it wasnât any different for ellie either, expect she was 100% convinced you were straight. you never once spoke of your sexuality to her, and for any matter guys in general but why would you like her? she grew up playing with worms, while you grew up going on constant vacations. but even though she thought it would never happen, she asked the universe for this one thing. she prayed to a lord she didnât even believe in, hoping he will for once listen to her.
God works in mysterious ways because youâre sitting in ellieâs room drinking vodka blasting music. itâs odd how vodka can make somebody so honest. ellie was rambling about a story with an ex she had named cat, and drama between the two. she developed a habit of gossiping, probably from you. to make sure youâre still listening, she asks you. âhow about you, any boy trouble?â its silent, and you look at her and start sobbing. ellieâs heart drops down to her stomach and instantly grabs you, pulling you close to her. âhey was it something i said? im sorry-â âno!â you manage to yell out between your broken sobs. âi donât think i like guys.â âwhat?â ellie says, shocked from what she heard.
âwhen i look at you, itâs not the same for any guy. sure iâve made out with guys, but not even that gives me the same feeling of when im talking to you. i want it to be you so bad, ellie.â you hiccup, tears staining your eyes. âbut this is all new for me, and i hate myself for being this way, i had everything anyone could ask for and it feels like im throwing it all away.â
ellieâs mind is going in all directions, the fact you like her. the fact shes finally getting her prayers answered. she pushes it to the side, because what you need is comfort. ellie holds you tight. so tight, you cannot wiggle out of her grasp. âhey baby, it all works out at the end, your existence isnât a sin, people who truly love you, will accept you for who you are. and you donât have to figure things out right now, take your time.â ellie replies, hovering her hand over your face to wipe your tears.
youâre looking up at her, inching your face closer to hers. she leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. youâre eager for more, so you grab her hair from behind and sloppily slid your mouth inside. ellie pulls away from the kiss, to get air, saliva connecting you guys to each other.
âhey els?â you say softly, having your knees tucked in.
âyeah?â
âsince school is ending, thereâs gonna be a rager. do you wanna come?â
ellie smiles at you, accepting your offer.
âiâll be there.â
itâs the day of the rager, and ellieâs at her house with dina and jesse on her bed. âare you sure you really wannq go?â dina asks. ellieâs throwing her clothes everywhere, looking for an outfit to wear. âyeah,â jesse adds on âshe doesnât look like somebody who would hang out with you, what if this is all a prank?â ellie stops to look at them. âguys, i know youâre concerned but trust me on this, okay?â they nod their heads. âwhatever happens, you can always tell us okay? whatever you choose to do , weâre with you.â ellie smiles and pulls them into a group hug. sheâs wearing a wife pleaser, red flannel, and some jeans. shes tying her converse, she walks out the door, saying âwish me luck!â
she arrives at the house, and the music is so loud she can hear it from where sheâs at. nervously she turns to twist the door knob and instantly she goes looking for you. sheâs happy today after what happen yesterday, and sheâs thinking to herself nothing can change her mood. until she saw you. you had a red solo cup in your hand. you were with a jock, who made it pretty clear he wanted you. was ellie a joke? was everything you said to her nothing after all? her friends were right. clenched fists, she turns to head out of the party, rushing to her car trying not to cry.
the jock wouldnât take no for an answer, youâve made it clear youâre not interested in him. âdonât be like that, i see the way you look at me.â you scrunch up your nose in disgust. âwell you must be fucking blind.â and thats when you see in the corner of your eye, ellie. âfuck!â you murmur to yourself. ellie is already going towards the exist. as sheâs walking down the steps of the porch. you scream, âwait! itâs not what it looks like, i swear-â
âdo you think im a fucking joke? you made me feel like a fool.â
âellie i swear nothing happened i was-â
âwere you telling him your pranked worked? were you laughing about me? itâs done. i hope you had your fun.â
ellie is about to turn your back on you.
âellie im in love with you!â you yell. loud enough
that people from the outside were looking at what was happening.
ellie looks around, âyouâre drunk.â
âyes im drunk but that doesnât change the fact im in love with you. the man that was talking to me. i was telling him to leave me alone. i only have eyes for you ellie! anybody who knows me has to get to know you first!â you breath starts to hitch, knowing youâre about to cry and how people are listening but you no longer care.
âi use to cry, praying that God took these feelings away. now im praying to God for letting me meet you. God knew I needed you Ellie.â
ellie stands there in disbelief, she doesnât know what to say but her heart is about to explode. she runs to you, takes your hand and takes sits you in the passenger seat. closing the door, she starts the car and starts driving. she looks over at you, and youâre already staring at her. she places a hand on your thigh, and caresses it. âyouâre perfect in every way, ways im not. i couldnât believe somebody as amazing as you would want me, and im sorry.â
you smile, and place your hand on top of hers, âitâs okay, we were both pretty caught upâ you giggle.
she would fight the world to hear that giggle again.
she pulls up to your driveway, and shes about to drive off but you ask her to stay the night. and how could she say no to that pretty face of yours?
itâs all dark, but you hold her hand and she follows you into your room. you play some music on your record player.
âdo you like mazzy star els?â
âi dont listen to her much, but her voice is pretty.â
you walk up to her, and hold her by the waist. ellie looks down at you and pressed her lips onto yours. you close your eyes, melting into the kiss. you start getting hungrier for more, and you open your mouth to let her tongue slip into yours. the kisses start getting needier, and she walks you until your laying back on your bed. you straddle her waist, and she puts a hand up your dress causing you to whine.
âyouâre okay with this right?â
âof course els, please hurry.â
âplease what?â
you look away from her gaze, shyly, you fiddle with the seams of ellies wife pleaser and whisper to her , âplease touch me, it can only be you.â and with that, ellie is slipping your dress off. kissing your collarbone all the way down to the welts of your breast. she takes off your matching set of panties and bra. and her cold hands on pinching your nipples make your back arch into her touch. she sucks on your nipples, flicking her tongue on it back and forth earning whimpers from you each and every time.
ân-need you els..â you stutter. âim not going anywhere baby.â she chuckles, her breath on your beast making you close your eyes in pleasure. âim gonna touch you now okay? tell me when to stop.â she slides her fingers between your folds.
âalready so wet for me princessâ and as she hovers to your face to kiss you, her front pieces of her hair are touching your own face. youâre sloppily making out with her, moaning into her mouth.
then she puts two of her fingers in, feeling you instantly clench around them. you start moaning louder and louder âellie! ellie faster!â and she listens to you, curling her fingers even faster before hitting you in the g spot. your thighs start shaking. and your grabbing onto ellieâs fore arm, clawing it for any way to feel relief.
your moans reach an all time high and you know youâre almost there. im- im about to cum els!â and she starts sucking on your neck, âlet it out for me baby, you deserve it come on.â and you reach your climax, sweating and panting. she takes her fingers out of you and sucks them. âyou taste so good, everything about you is so sweet.â
still fucked out, you murmured incoherent sentences. âi wanna feel you against me els, please, please.â and ellie looks at you, grabbing your waist to pull you up. you looked at her in this love dovey expression and her heart skips a beat. âcan i take this off?â you ask and she gulps and nods. you take off her flannel. then wife pleaser. then her jeans. leaving her in underwear and her sports bra, which now youâre taking off her underwear.
as for the most part both of you are naked, you place your cunt onto hers. you grind against her lightly. both of you whimpering sweet nothings. âi love you els i love you i love youâ as you both of you are sweating, holding onto eachother, kissing as you slide on her and feel both of your holes clenching around nothing. âyouâre doing so good fâ meâ ellie blabbers. both of you are starting to reach your orgasms as you both moan in a higher octave, clawing at each others back, and feeling yourself twitch.
âi think im gonna cum i think-â âcome with me, be a good girl for me please.â she tells you needly, but you canât even tease her because you want this just as much, if not more. both of you reach your climax, beads of sweat running down each of your fore heads. you disconnect yourself from her cunt. both of your arousals sticking to each other in a way your bodies seem like theyâre made to mold into each otherâs.
you collapse onto the back of your bed. ellie crawls to lay on your chest. kissing you over and over again, as a way to praise you. you giggle and run your hands through her hair, massaging her scalp.
âshouldnât we clean up ellie?â you inquire, and you feel her breath on you again as she says âi wanna stay like this.â you nod and you bring blankets over you guys.
âim in love with you too.â ellie tells you.
âi think you showed me already.â you laughed.
âso are we girlfriends?â ellie asks you, looking up at you.
you kiss ellie, and tell her âif you go to every one of my practices.â
safe to say there was never a practice ellie didnât go to.
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