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curlsandsnakes · 2 years

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Groceries

Eddie Munson X OC

“Elder Henderson! Wait up!” His voice traveled through the grocery store aisles forcing her to turn around with an exaggerated eye roll and a delicate hand propped on her hip.

“My name is Willow, Eddie Munson. Stop calling me Elder Henderson. I’m literally your age.” Her nose scrunched adorably as she turned away and reached for something a little too high on the shelf above. He pulled it down for her and placed it in her cart, bowing slightly when she smiled gratefully before continuing her shopping.

She really was too damn pretty to exist. Silky honey blonde strands always resting on sun kissed shoulders, rose petal pink lips offsetting the green and gold of her eyes and soft smooth skin that wafted peaches and cream every time she walked. She was like something off an album cover and he couldn’t help but stare every time she dropped Dustin off at Hellfire club.

Willow had moved away the year she graduated, He remembered her getting some huge scholarship to a school in New York. He hadn’t even graduated and here she was packing her things up and getting out of Hawkins, he could still feel the sting of jealousy that burned him when he found out he would have to repeat the year.

It all changed only six months later, that jealousy turned to sympathy when both of the Henderson parents divorced and decided they didn’t want the responsibility of children. It was unheard of, both parents abandoning their child? It just didn’t happen. It left Dustin without a guardian and Willow was forced to come home and take care of him, losing her big chance at getting out, at making something of herself.

Still, she never complained, never treated Dustin like a burden, never made him feel any less than the coolest kid on the planet. It was why he was so drawn to her, he was fairly certain a therapist would say it was because of his own parental issues. His mom had died when he was very young and his dad never stuck around leaving him with his uncle at the trailer park. Maybe seeing someone step up like Willow had for Dustin did something to him psychologically, who knew. All that he did know was that she was an amazing woman and she was pretty enough to make his eyes hurt.

Now she was working full time at the elementary school, fortunate enough to have had connections that got her in as a first grade teacher without a degree. She was also practically raising the three boys and red headed girl Dustin hung out with. He couldn’t count the times he’d seen them all scramble out of her Volkswagen as she chased after them with an abandoned textbook or a crumpled lunch bag.

“It’s a good thing you’re here actually,” her voice broke him out of his thoughts, she was standing in front of him holding out two different bags of chips. “Which one gets eaten faster at the club, dustin told me to get snacks for your apparently “game to end all games.” Tonight but I have no idea what you all like.”

Eddie squat down and put his hands on his knees as he pretended to really examine the two bags “hmmmm” he mumbled “this is a very tough decision” he smiled up at her and was more than a little pleased to see her trying to hide her own smile behind a teasing groan.

“I quit with you people.” She sighed playfully, tossing both bags into the cart.

He bumped her hip with his and pulled out one of the bags, placing it back on the shelf. “Always the blue bag love, always the blue bag.”

She shrugged her shoulders before turning confining down the rows with Eddie in tow falling into step at her side. “So why is the game so late tonight? I don’t mind considering it’s Friday but they’re usually much earlier.”

Eddie sighed

“Normally I take the late night shift at the bar during the week so I’m able to go after the club but someone snatched it up before I could this week so I have to go right to work after school and i won’t be done until around seven.”

Willow turned directly towards him now

“I swear to god Eddie Munson, if you don’t finally graduate this year I’m coming to that school myself and walking you across the graduation stage.”

He chuckled and shook his head

“Oh I’m definitely graduating this year. And when I do I’m getting my own apartment and getting the hell out of that trailer park.” He shuddered.

The gorgeous blonde giggled “well in the meantime you know you’re welcome at our house anytime. We have a spare room. Although it was previously occupied by the devils themselves so if you’re into spirituality it may not be the best place for you.” She said bitterly.

She was talking about her parents room, he could see the anger in her eyes when she spoke of them. God what kind of idiots could leave the two best kids on the planet?

“Haven’t you heard? I worship the devil?” He stuck his fingers by his head and stuck out his tongue goofily. Snorting when she smacked his arm.

“That’s Hawkins for you, what they lack in creativity they make up for in bigoted imaginations.” She was placing her groceries on the checkout counter and he moved over to bag for her. He wasn’t certain what he felt for Willow Henderson, she was amazing and beautiful and smart and kind and if he was a braver man, a smarter man he would ask her out in a heartbeat. Hell he’d marry her right in the center of town.

But he wasn’t brave and he wasn’t smart and she deserved someone who was both of those things and more, preferably someone with a job that wasn’t serving drunk Hawkins Residents stale scotch and cheap beer. She deserved someone just as bright and shiny as she was.

“This weekend Dustin wants to go to the lake, I’m taking the boys and max and El is coming down for the week so it would be nice to have someone my age there to keep me from going insane.” She handed her card to the cashier and looked up at him with those wide Bambi eyes.

“Are you asking me to chaperone with you sunshine?” He raised a brow and grinned.

She placed her bags back in the carriage and rolled her eyes “if that’s what you want to call it then fine: yes I’m asking you to chaperone and lay on the lake with me and watch a bunch of children try to drown each other.”

His palms started to sweat a bit, he’d wanted some alone time with the older Henderson sister since he’d laid eyes on her a year ago. He wasn’t about to miss out on this opportunity.

“I’ll meet you tommorow at your house around 10 ish?”

They made their way out of the store and willow nodded excitedly

“Perfect! Thankyou, it can be a lot when it’s just me and all the kids. Lord knows Nancy isn’t going to be helping out.” She mumbled.

Eddie helped place the groceries in her trunk and laughed

“Happy to help. Will you be wearing a bikini?” He smiled innocently.

Willow whipped around

“I’m your dreams Munson.” She slipped into the drivers seat and he leaned against the window.

“Every night Henderson.”

He liked the way she blushed, just for him.

“Don’t be late!” She called out as she drove away.

He grinned at the retreating car

“Not a chance in hell.”

#stranger things #stranger things fandom #eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #Eddie Munson fanfiction

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lietbel · 6 years

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just a lil bkdk drabble about trading cards and sentimental people.

Bakugou Katsuki was not a sentimental person - or at least he tried not to be. Objects were just that, objects and to tie emotions to something that could easily break was an idiotic thing to do. Hell, even his own gauntlets could be replaced in a blink of an eye ( though the support department would beg to differ and issue a two to three days ).

But one thing.

One thing in particular was the exception.

He’d been seven when his mother had let him travel down to the convenience store with his usual ragtag group, tiny voices all excited about the new trading cards that had been released this morning, and more specifically, just what they had the chance of containing. It was no secret that all of the children idolized All Might in some way. He was brave, kind and powerful - everything a kid could ever aspire to be at the age of seven, and Katsuki had been no exception. When his tiny hands, burned at the top of his palms ( for his own good, his mother had said, but when you get a quirk that literally causes explosions in the palm of your hand, it wore on you ), had ripped open the package to see that brilliant, foiled card, he nearly leaped for joy. The ooohs and ahhhs from his companions soon fill his ears as they realize just how lucky he’d gotten until it’d all been ripped by the happiest of shrieks he’s ever heard.

Deku.

That useless boy…he hadn’t even been invited and yet the moment he’d seen him leave the house, he’d dashed out and fell into place behind him with a warm smile. It’s infuriating that no matter what he does to push the fool away, he always comes back for more.

One glance is all it takes to realize just what’s happened, and for a moment, Katsuki forgot how to breathe. It’s a sickening, nauseating feeling when your stomach tumbles around like it’s on a washer’s spin cycle, but the very second he sees that blossoming grin and felt the literal warmth radiating because of Izuku’s happiness, he thought he was going to hurl.

Staring back at him, in between that neon bandaid and dirty fingernails, stood the same damn card he’d gotten and within seconds he could feel the rage already starting to boil. Stupid…useless…Deku…how the hell did he get so lucky?! Katsuki feels the heat in his hands, knows that all it’d take was just a simple spark to push him to the ground, but it isn’t him that strikes. Another kid, one that lives just a few houses down from his own and two from Izuku swipes the card and in his shock and happiness, it goes flying out of his hand. A chant of ‘give it back’ begins to spew as it’s held high above the shorter kids head until finally, it’s landing into Katsuki’s hands. The look of desperation and fear haunts him until this day as the damning smell of burning cardboard and plastic fill the air with a few pops in between his closed hand. He half expected the other to cry, but when no waterworks come and all he’s greeted with is a blank and dead expression, Katsuki feels terrible.

Whatever…that nerd deserved it…

It’d been nearly twelve years since then, and yet he’d still hung onto that stupid card. Although his fanboying days had come to a quick halt, it still held much more meaning than anything else he owned but something kept picking away at the back of his brain. He’d replay that day over and over, wonder just why the hell he’d decided to be so terrible. Izuku was just a kid - hell, they were all just kids - but no matter how annoying he’d been, he hadn’t deserved something that cruel. Their friendship had been on the mend for years now, and although it’d never be as grand as it had been in their youth, Katsuki liked to think it was better this way. They both kept in touch, even after they’d graduated and slowly but surely, the inevitable happened. It hit him like a truck honestly, when he finally figured it all out. Those sly touches, the way he seemed to warm up inside every time he’d see him…fucking emotions. They could all go to hell. No…no, he doesn’t mean that…at least when it comes to the ones involving Izuku, but he’d be damned if they didn’t make everything all the more complicated.

When he can finally flag down the damn idiot it’s on his own damn birthday. How fucked up is that? Giving someone else a gift when you’re supposed to be the one receiving…especially something that meant so much to the both of them. He has no doubt the other will come up with something to give him but damn, if it wasn’t going to get outshined.

Yeah...just like it should.

A soft hmph comes from him at the thought, and the man of the hour finally makes it to the dimly lit park bench. This is some place safe, some place familiar and although they hadn’t been kids for a long time, they both knew of all the drama that’d been tied with it. A quick greeting and a gut flipping smile later and he’s clasping a hand into his pocket, but he doesn’t pull it out just yet. After all, this wasn’t just something out of the ordinary and although it was just plastic and paper, he knew Izuku would know just what this meant.

“I brought you a present, Kacc-”

“Shut up and sit the fuck down already.”

“O-Okay…” The timidness in his voice burns his skin, but it’s soon replaced by the warm feeling of his cheeks flushing a scarlet red as he pulls out the card and basically shoves it against the other’s chest without looking.

“Here.”

It takes him a second to realize just what’s happening, obviously, but the moment cold fingertips brush against his and grab the card, he can literally feel the air being sucked out of his lungs. He doesn’t want to turn, doesn’t even want to begin to imagine the look on that nerd’s face right now. He’s probably crying…like the big damn baby he is -

No…oh god no. Every bit of his body comes to a halt the very second he looks him in the face, that smile so reminiscent, so warm and full of life and happiness that it could make even the most cold hearted of people weak in the knees. It damn sure made him, but luckily enough it’s easily avoid detection with a swat of his hand against his knee.

“T-This is…Kacchan this is…this is supposed to be your birthday,”

Stop. Stop. Stop talking.

“A-And to give me something like this…” A heavenly chuckle rings through his ears and makes Katsuki lose his hearing annoyingly. Everything else that Izuku says is nothing but a blur until finally he’s feeling the warmth of lips connecting against his cheek in the most impossible way and waking him from his trance. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to react before he sees that body flee, eyes glued to the card instead of that stupid blush that made its home on Katsuki’s cheeks. His skin burned hotter than anything imaginable and if he wasn’t so sure it sounded idiotic, he’d say Izuku’s lips had been imprinted onto his cheek like a damn burn scar. A hand comes up to his lips subconsciously, tips almost touching where he could feel the disgusting nerd’s kiss drying way too quickly.

“Thank you, Kacchan…this means th–”

“I said stop talking. Stop fucking talking, Deku.” Before he really thinks about it, it’s lunging on top of him, foreheads butting, noses knocking until finally with a pissed off hiss, Katsuki finds that perfect spot with lips pressed against lips. He can feel that urge rising higher and higher, his stomach tossing and turning until finally it can’t take it anymore and he wraps an arm around the bastard to press into it. He feels him struggle at first, but damn isn’t this what he wanted?? Just what the hell did he expect doing something like giving a cheek kiss, no retaliation?? Ha. Midoriya Izuku would never beat him out, he’d make sure of that.

He’d heard about how first kisses were supposed to be special, how they were supposed to hold the happiest of memories, but Katsuki had thought it impossible for himself. He was too brash, too high strung to even imagine something as soft as romance and yet, the very second his lips connect with Izuku’s, it’s like the whole world had disappeared. There was no looming clouds, no angry thoughts or constant feelings of being stuck running behind him. In this moment, they were equals. They were partners. They were so much more than what he’d even imagined and it takes his breath away.

–Literally.

He struggles to breathe, immediately tearing his lips away in order to gasp but they don’t go far as hands find their way onto either side of his burning cheeks and pull him in to smack forehead to forehead like they were in some shitty rom-com film his mom would make him watch. Izuku laughs, mostly at the scowl that makes its way onto Katsuki’s face, and it softens to the point that all he can do is shut his eyes and wish this moment would never end. He doesn’t know what this means, doesn’t even pretend to - hell, he doesn’t even know what to say, but that doesn’t make this any less perfect.

That smile is closer than it’s ever been, just inches from his own mouth and he can feel it radiating over him like the damn sun. God, was he in love and was he hopeless. It’s such a stupid feeling but for once, Katsuki wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

He huffs like a damn dog, blowing his breath between them before their lips connect one more time, much softer, much more experienced than the last but still as breathtaking. It doesn’t last long as Izuku is pulling a bulky package between them without so much as pulling away an inch.

“–Y-Your present.”

“Fuck that, I just want you to be my present.”

“K-Kacchan!” He can feel the laughter vibrate in his chest, a husky tone so soft that it takes him away and into happier childhood times when Izuku swats at his shoulder playfully and demands he opens it. The blush that scurries onto the other’s face is nothing short of becoming, making his freckles jump out and all the cuter - fuck, Katsuki, that’s gay.

With a short groan, he’s finally pulling away and his face draws back into that normal scowl ( resting bitch face, is what Todoroki had once called it, like that asshole could even talk ). “Fine, fine, I’ll open the damn thing. It better not be anything sappy.”

“You just kissed me and you want to critique about being sappy?…”

“Shut the fuck up, nerd. I’m opening it now.”

He hears him go silent at that, except for the nervous slide closer until Katsuki can feel the heat from Izuku’s head resting against his shoulder perfectly. The gift itself isn’t all that spectacular, about what he’d expected from Izuku and his pro-hero salary. Hell, it isn’t even mature enough for a grown up, but something about the way it’d been wrapped with such determination and with such care speaks to Katsuki in ways that something materialistic couldn’t.

Bakugou Katsuki was not a sentimental person, but maybe, just maybe, he’d cherish this stupid watch with his stupid mask decorating the stupid outlines and the stupid way it has grenades all over it. He knows it, he was there for it’s design, but shit if it didn’t mean everything to him coming from Izuku.

“Kacchan?…You look like you’re going to cr–”

Shut up, asshole!! I’m not!” He snaps, furiously swiping a arm at his eyes to clear up anything of the sorts before stuffing the damn thing in his pocket and standing, leaving Izuku confused. “I’m going home.”

“O-Oh, okay?…I’ll see you later then?..”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Get your ass over here.”

He hears a soft agreement before feeling an arm brush against his and the whiff of cologne burst through the air between them. God, he could get used to smelling that…

The feeling of something warm wrapping around his callous hands draws him out of his thoughts, and Katsuki nearly flinches until he realizes just what’s happening. Izuku is holding his hand. Goddamn it, when did this nerd get so confident in touching him?? Oh…wait, he’d been the one to open this door hadn’t he? Shit. With an unhappy grumble he intertwines their fingers, paying too much mind to the way they seem to slot together so perfectly and looks away.

“Happy Birthday, Kacchan,” Another grumble as a tug on his hand signals him to lean down close enough that Izuku can plant one last kiss onto his cheek before finally surrendering to the walk back to his apartment.

Bakugou Katsuki might not be a sentimental person when it came to objects but people…people he would cherish until the end of time.

#bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #i wrote this like.....on sunday for the babe and figured u all would like it too

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dailydosefact-blog · 4 years

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Ranveer Allahbadia aka Beer Biceps transformation from being overweight to becoming health & fitness icon.

By Dailydose.fact Staff

02 November 2019

I’m like those who simply Google everyday “how to lose weight” and there are those, like Ranveer Allahbadia, who become a YouTube sensation and make a career out of being fit. If you are active on social platforms you may already know Allahbadia by his YouTube handle, Beer Biceps. The channel has over 2.35 Mn subscribers and his Insta following stands at 672k. Beer Biceps is one of India's first fitness YouTube channels that caters to the unique fitness needs of Indian men. However, you should know that Ranveer Allahbadia wasn't always ripped; Should I say he wasn't even fit. So how did aka Beer Biceps go from fat to fit and go on to become one of India's best-known fitness icon?

Ranveer was 15 when he was diagnosed with a gall bladder stone. "It's what happens to people in their late 40s or 50s," he says. "This came as a rude wake-up call and was also a major indication for future health complications. I was told to get my ducks in line, but due to my engineering entrance exams taking up all my time, I remained out of shape for the next two years. When I was 18, I finally decided to do something about my situation and start leading a healthier life before things got worse."

It didn't take him long to figure out that engineering was not his cup of tea. "It wasn't that I was bad at studies but I didn't enjoy the subject. I realized that at the end of my course, I would only have three options: do an MBA, go abroad or get a job. I couldn't see myself being happy doing any of these three things but I also wasn't sure of what I wanted to do."

By now, Ranveer had already begun asking himself how to lose weight before it got too late. Before long, he got interested in fitness and completed a certificate course from Peak Performance, a fitness academy that his coach, Binny Sreedharan, runs. Soon after he graduated, Ranveer and his coach tried their hand at launching a start-up that, as he describes it, was an Uber for fitness and yoga coaches. "When we took the idea to an investor, he bluntly said that one of us would need to get famous for something like this to pick up and that would be a good marketing strategy," he recalls.

"So, I took a chance and started putting out videos on YouTube to get the word out. Back then I didn't even know that YouTube pays for content. While I was trying to get fit, I watched a lot of foreign fitness channels, but I felt like they didn't answer the questions I had as an Indian. That's when I realized there was an opportunity and grabbed it with both hands."

When time came to name his channel, Ranveer called it Beer Biceps "because I believe in having fun and staying fit at the same time."

How do i lose weight, get ripped according to someone who's done it “I asked”

Ranveer says he lost his first 10 kg simply by doing cardio. "But that was the wrong way," he says, "Because when you're only doing cardio, along with the fat, you're also losing a lot of muscle weight and your health almost always ends up going for a toss.

"This is a common mistake a lot of people make. A lot of teenagers tell me that they only eat 1,000 calories a day, which is a bad thing because it ends up stunting their height and doesn't give the body the required amount of nutrition. Just doing cardio is not the answer to lose weight."

Ranveer learnt this lesson early on when his coach explained the science behind it. "He suggested that if I wanted to know how to lose weight, I should combine weight training with cardio so that I build muscle while burning fat at the same time." Hmm Interesting.

Can I lose weight by eating right?

Ranveer says that the key to weight loss is by focusing on consuming protein. "Ever since I started my weight-loss journey, I've maintained a portion of 150 gm of protein in my diet daily. I usually have five portions of 30 gm each, but it also depends on how the day goes. Sometimes if I've not eaten much all day, I eat 3-4 heavy meals. Otherwise I try splitting it up.

"Generally, breakfast comprises an omelet with multigrain toast or a fruit. I usually have a big serving of chicken or fish with brown rice, curry and vegetables for lunch. A little later in the day I have some protein shake with a lot with some nuts.

"Then I go to the gym and again follow it up with another protein shake. Dinner is just like lunch and if I get hungry again at night, I'd whip up some eggs or have some more protein shake." Isn’t that healthy and yummy.

What are the worst foods for weight loss?

"If you want to know how to lose weight, just go slow on sugar," he says. "It might seem like common sense but it's amazing how little we pay attention it. Sugar is the culprit behind any fatal disease, be it heart-attack or diabetes or even joint problems. Directly or indirectly sugar intake is the key root of most health problems. Even deep-fried food is not as bad as it. Generally, you consume a lot of sugar when you have some dessert and along with that, you're also consuming a lot of dirty fats.

"At the end of it, sugar is an addictive substance and that pastry will lead to you injecting all those dirty fats and clogging up your arteries. This is something people really need to know about. Talking about eating the right kind of food is one of the main goals of my channel."

How to maintain the weight loss

Ranveer says he spends about an hour at the gym. This is over and above the time he spends shooting videos for his channel. "Being a YouTuber is a stressful job, because you're working for yourself and it's seven days a week. At the end of it, when I hit the gym, it's like I'm disconnecting and unwinding. For days that I can't make it to the gym, I've got an exercise bike at home and make it a point to spend at least 30 minutes on it so that my body gets the movement it needs."

When he started out on his weight loss programme, Ranveer went from 92 kg to 68 kg. But as he started to bulk up, he went back up to 90 kg before settling at 70 kg. His body fat percentage now stands at 13.

Water intake forms a major part of Ranveer's diet. "Since I follow a high-protein diet, I take my water intake very seriously. Generally, protein can act as a catalyst to escalate health problems if your body is not hydrated at all times. Not drinking enough water would generally create problems like kidney-stone and uric acid. But I make sure to have at least four-five liters of water a day and I keep a track of my urine. If your urine is yellow in color, your body is telling you that it's dehydrated," he says.

So, what does a day in the life of a fitness vlogger look like?

"I have the liberty to start my mornings a little late because we generally work the nights," he says. "I wake up around 11 and prep for the day: meditate, get freshened up have breakfast. We then kick off the day by shooting or writing or conceptualizing, whatever is the need of the hour.

"Then from 4-6, I help my team edit videos and from 7 pm to 8 pm we brainstorm on how to take the business forward. I hit the gym by 8 pm or 9 pm and come back and unwind for a bit. I am usually up until 3 am writing or scripting videos."

Growing his YouTube channel was a major challenge. "The initial growth to 10,000 subscribers is very difficult and slow. It's a really testing and demotivating at times because nobody is watching your videos. But being consistent is key. Once we got past that, even the older videos that no one watched started getting a lot of hits."

For someone who comes from a family of doctors, making such an unconventional career choice was a bold move. Ranveer says that while his mother had some reservations in the beginning, his father was always supportive of him. "There was a period when things weren't picking up and that was worrisome for my parents. But later, when their patients came and spoke about my work, they were relieved and started getting an idea of what I was doing. Until then, they didn't really understand how YouTube works. But now, that we've picked up and even opened up offices, they see the work happening and the money raking in and are now happy."

2020 will hopefully see Ranveer working on an original web-content series. But for now, he's focusing on “The Ranveer Show” (TRS) Interviewing successful role models and inspirational figures.

#ranveer allahbadia #beerbiceps #how to lose weight 2019 #weight loss foods #indian weight loss foods

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