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soulprompts · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

so, i absolutely love cooking! it's a passion of mine, i've been cooking for my family for years, people seem to find my food edible enough, and i recently found myself unable to cook at all for about a week, resulting in this little list coming into existence! i'm most likely going to make more of these, simply because the dynamics in a kitchen are varied as hell, right? we have romantic couples who cook together as a hobby, there's professional restaurant kitchen settings, baking oriented stuff, cooking with kids, there's a LOT to be done w the topic! so these are more for the chaos of someone who cannot boil an egg to save their life, vs. someone who enjoys cooking and is widely considered to be a dab hand at it! DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST! but i do hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed making it!

" hey, hey, it's okay! we'll scrape off the burnt bits! "

" here, let me chop the onions, okay? you can dice the peppers and beef; just be sure to do them on separate boards, yeah? "

" you... you know the wine was for the stew, don't you?! "

" i swear to you, i don't know how this happened. i followed every single instruction, word for word! "

" taste this and tell me what you think! "

" oh my god... this is AMAZING! you should have your own cooking show! "

" you're kidding me! no way this whole thing is vegan! it's just too good! "

" so, um... i might have possibly accidentally tipped the entire jar of cayenne pepper into the soup... and by might have, i mean definitely. "

" i think i'm gonna have to ask you to leave the kitchen before you hurt somebody. "

" it says here to fold in the eggs... now, tell me, how exactly does one do that? "

" i might have over-exaggerated my cooking skills... and blown up the oven. "

" look, it sounds gross, but i'm telling you, when it's cooked right, it's the best thing ever! "

" i lied to my date and now they think i'm this amazing cook when i'm absolutely not, so please, can you spare me the lecture and just teach me how to cook? "

" woah, woah, woah... try chopping like this. yeah, that's it. you won't chop off your hand this way. "

" so, um... how exactly did it manage to stay frozen solid on the inside, but scorch to a crisp on the outside? "

" okay, remember when it asked for fifty grams of sugar? yeah. i accidentally used salt. "

" well, at least we know the smoke alarms work, right? "

" i ruined three knives, i have a roast chicken embedded in my ceiling, my oven officially needs therapy, and so do i! wanna call it quits and order a pizza? "

" i swear, you're one of those kitchen gods who can make ice cubes taste fantastic! "

" this is the fun part! take that tenderiser, and beat the absolute crap out of that pile of steaks. "

" i'm trying so hard not to judge you right now, but... onion goggles?! "

" how on earth did you get pasta sauce on the ceiling? "

" you know every single firefighter in town knows my name? and my top three favorite comfort foods to bring each time i trigger the fire alarm? yeah. that's my culinary reputation. "

" hey. it's okay. this isn't the first time i've burnt dinner. i have taco bell on speed dial. "

" sometimes recipes just don't work out. and that's okay! what matters is that you tried. "

" i didn't realize it was even possible to burn water! "

" ah... i see where you went wrong. the recipe uses paprika. this is chilli powder. "

" quit eating the batter, or we'll have no cupcakes at all! "

" no! no way. i'm not tasting anything cooked by you; not since your orange juice gave me food poisoning. "

" the last time i tried to cook, my pot roast ended up on fire and put a hole in my dry wall. i had to hang paintings over it until i could refill the crater. "

" no, you cannot cook chicken medium-rare. wanna know why? because that means it's raw. and you'll end up with food poisoning. and i'll have to tell you what a moron you were to even think that was an acceptable thing to do in the first place. "

" i thought you teaching me how to cook would be all soft and friendly, like the great british bake-off! but it's more like hell's kitchen. "

" no tears in my kitchen, thank you! "

" six fires in three hours is your personal best! only problem is, we're making fruit salad... "

" i understand that it's meant to be salted caramel, but... exactly how much salt did you use?! "

#roleplay meme #rp meme #dialogue prompts #sentence starters #writing prompts #roleplay prompt #roleplay prompts #rp prompts #food tw #food mention tw

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amongthe141 · 5 months

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The Gifts that keep on giving...Part 1

Summary: Head cannons for if reader was stuck with some Task Force 141 and KorTac men (With some surprises) for Christmas, what would be the best surprise gift to give them?...UGLY SWEATER EDITION

Challenge of: @glitterypirateduck CODHOLIDAY2023 (Yes I'm early but I have a lot of stuff I'm trying to do for this Challenge and really, who doesn't start celebrating the day after Thanksgiving...am I right?!?!).

See below for the movie inspiration for these head cannons for challenge :P

Captain John Price

Would blush when handed the present. Him being Captain and in charge knew you were up to something when you pleaded for him to allow an extra crate onboard. So when handed the soft pressed present the blush is part surprise and embarrassment that he didn't have a gift for you. He would take his time unwrapping it to only get that shit eating smile when he looked at it, immediately putting it on and pulling out a cigar to match the reindeer. You completely forgot that it wasn't the completed look and ran to grab the Santa Hat replacement for your dear Captain.

Simon Ghost Riley

You would be too nervous to watch him open up the present, because let's face it his big wondering brown eyes would just stare at you and would make your anxiety literally kill you before he would even open it should you have waited. But it was your eyes that couldn't leave him as he walked out of his corner room where you placed the simple present with a simple "Ghost" written on it sporting the sweater like it was nothing. As he walked by headed to where Johnny was shouting at him that his sweater was better than Ghosts and the lot of them, you believe you heard a little ghost whisper "Cheeky" along with a thanks.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

As soon as he saw you round the corner the inner child in him escalated his voice and excitement to mock level 10, thank goodness you weren't in a spot where it was imperative to remain silent. Sometimes his accent made words hard to understand but he was a rambling mess currently. He had the wrappings off and the sweater on in a heartbeat and he would go running around showing off his sweater to everyone and scolding their "ok" sweater choices before returning to you as he lifted you up off your feet for a hug. He would of course then bring out the secret booze he had for everyone for Christmas.

Kylie Gaz Garrick

Would be completely shell shocked silent as you slid the wrapped gift you made sure was perfectly wrapped for him. He would look at you then the gift a couple times before you told him to hurry up before you opened it for him. He wouldn't ruin the wrapping paper and you would sigh in utter suspense until he had the wrapping paper off the sweater perfectly. He would grin up at you uttering how perfect this was and later as the ugly sweater party died down would sit next to you as you shared a tablet watching Home Alone together.

Alex Keller

His extremely loud boisterous laugh would strip away the sudden fear that overcame you as you watched him open the present you thought was the perfect sweater for him. It was a sudden ping inside yourself that perhaps the ugly sweater you picked out was the wrong choice...too insensitive...perhaps too soon...which wasn't the case to your instant relief. You had been there to help Alex through his rehab and not once did Alex ever show of slowing down. It would become Alex's go to sweater for Christmas for years to come and also became a staple request that any actual Gingerbread cookies with missing legs were reserved for him and him alone.

Alejandro Vargas

It was well known that you and Alejandro had a thing for tacos. During your stay with his task force you were introduced to authentic and unbelievably flavorable tacos, much so that months later you had to beg him to coach you over Zoom on how to cook it since Taco Bell fell flat. "You ruined fastfood tacos for life now Ale, you owe me". At first he was confused why ugly sweaters were a thing but soon just shook his head laughing at you as he stripped off his shirt and put it on.

Jesus Chuy Ordaz

Chuy would be sitting silently laughing at Ale and what you just did to him until you plopped his present on his lap. He about rolled his eyes at you but stopped. Not like he would actually talk out loud because the guy is a silent guy but you knew he couldn't deny that ugly sweater was perfect for him. (You know a silent guy like that has a loud ass small dog waiting for him at home that also has a big attitude and is completely spoiled by him...fight me on this cannon I dare you).

Konig

You couldn't explain it but Konig's eyes got even wider underneath the hood when he took his sweater out of his Christmas bag. You and the big guy had been bonding over monster movies over Halloween holiday and you just had to continue the trend. You had your own sweater for the occasion, but you also showed Konig that you had one too of the same exact sweater because it literally was your favorite ugly sweater too. The next day you ordered him the T-Shirt version as you couldn't help but notice, and how police and quiet he was not to upset you, that he was burning up too much in the sweater version.

Horangi

Honestly, why wouldn't Horangi have a Tiger ugly Christmas Sweater (You know who you are you little 141 Monster AU writers). You didn't approve of his horrible gambling problems, but you couldn't help yourself from giving him a card game of blackjack to see which sweater he would end up with. Oh, believe me they both would have tigers in them, but they weren't as atrocious as the ugly one he lost to having. Not to mention you sewed in actual bells to jingle as he walked around on the wreath part. He actually deep down loved it because honestly tigers are the cats meow.

BONUS

Philip Graves

You thought to yourself, could there not be a more perfect sweater out there. And you were right, the man ate it up and wore it several times this Christmas and multitudes of Parties. You both loved and hated it but Christmas was about joy and giving. You did kindly have to decline his attempts at inviting you to go with him until you had to tell him off that you would have no choice but to return him if he asked again.

OOC BONUS

Frank Woods

@efingart I hope you enjoy this sweater as much as I do for Frank. Though of course nothing compares to his skin for Black Ops Cold War. If you know, you know...mistletoe!

SELFISH BONUS

Nikto

You knew he probably wouldn't get the reference but Nikto gladly wore your sweater along with the shiny black new knife that you had packaged with a red bow along with the sweater. You thought it was really cute how he walked around showing everyone the knife and how well it fit in your leg pocket for easy access and how the handle gripped nicely. It was more then the seldom one words he used or the growls and gruffs you usually got more of than most.

WRITERS BONUS

What I'd wear if I was the reader.

@glitterypirateduck I can't really place where my love for Ugly Sweaters came from BUT it's in one of my favorite KINDA Christmas holiday movies on the modern retelling of Pride and Prejudice.

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#CODHOLIDAY2023 #MW #COD #Captain John Price #simon ghost riley #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Alex Keller #könig #horangi #jesus chuy ordaz #phillip graves #frank woods #alejandro vargas #nikto

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ejzah · 2 months

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A/N: Once again, a tiny idea morphed into a much longer than intended fic. Enjoy the angst!

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Kensi had learned after Deeks was tortured by Sidorov that in addition to withdrawing from everyone around him when he was in a state of distress, he forgot to take care of himself as well. It had taken her a while to pick up on the pattern, but now, especially after living together for three years, she knew all the signs. He tended not to eat often enough, his meticulous cleaning schedule became disrupted, and he either barely moved at all, or spent hours exhausting his body in an attempt to quiet his mind.

So one week in the middle of summer when Kensi noticed the counters hadn’t been wiped down in a few days, and the laundry hamper was nearing capacity—something that never occurred since they moved in together—she took note. It wasn’t a cause for massive alarm, but enough that she decided to keep a close eye on Deeks. They’d just come off a horrific case that lasted over three weeks and had them all running on fumes.

Maybe he just needed the time to recuperate, she reasoned. She’d certainly been on edge and snapped at everyone more than usual, including Deeks, who had the misfortune of spending their few hours away from work with her.

On Tuesday, they had a fairly slow day, the latter part of which they spent cleaning out in-boxes and catching up on the procedures that got overlooked during intense cases. It gave them a much needed opportunity to bond and unwind.

Inevitably, Sam and Callen ended up in argument over who had actually taken down their most recent criminal.

“Nope, I definitely reached him before you did,” Callen insisted in that tone that meant he was just arguing for the joy of watching Sam grow more irritated. Kensi dipped her head to conceal a smile.

“Are you kidding me? You weren’t even close. He’d still be on the run if we left it to you,” Sam objected, shaking his head in exasperation.

“I don’t know, Sam, Deeks is the one who distracted him,” Kensi pointed out. She waited expectantly for Deeks to jump in with his own comment, but none came.

Kensi realized he’d been quiet through most of the teasing and banter, when normally he’d be egging Sam right alongside Callen. His body was turned slightly away, gaze focused in the direction of the back wall. She wondered if he saw anything at all.

The silence grew long enough for it grow slightly awkward, and Kensi hastily added, “I’m just saying it’s a group effort.”

“Yeah, you can keep your “group effort”, Sam made air quotes around the last two words. “I’m the one who tackled him, and that’s all that matters.” He jabbed a button on his laptop keyboard. “And I’m outta here. Don’t even think of calling me before 6 tomorrow morning.”

Callen left shortly after Sam, followed by Eric and Nell, who seemed in a hurry.

“You want to grab tacos on the way home?” she asked once she finished her own paperwork, leaning across the front of Deeks’ desk. “I’ll buy.” She let her tone drop flirtatiously, shimmying her shoulders.

“Uh, I’m really behind on my LAPD paperwork,” Deeks answered without looking up. “I think I’m going to stay a little bit later.”

“This is the first night we’ve gotten out before 7 in weeks.”

Finally looking up, Deeks sighed heavily, swiping his hair out of his eyes with a careless hand. Even in the dim light, she could tell his eyes were bloodshot.

“I know. LAPD will get on my case if I wait any longer though. I’ll just be a couple hours, ok?” He gave her a pleading, regretful look, that Kensi was powerless to ignore.

“Ok.” She leaned closer, tipping his chin a little higher to kiss him. “Don’t be too long,” she said.

“I won’t,” Deeks promised, returning her kiss with a brush of his lips. “Love you.”

***

It was a full four hours later when Kensi heard the front quietly open and shut. She’d tried not to wait up, even going to bed, but too many thoughts and worries circled through her brain to get anywhere close to sleep. She tracked Deeks’ movement through the house; he stopped in the kitchen, got a glass of water, checked on Monty in the living room, then finally headed to their room.

Kensi rolled over onto her side when he walked in, knowing there wasn’t any point in pretending to sleep. Deeks stood by the closet, taking off his shoes.

“Hey,” she murmured. He stilled at the sound of her voice, shoulders caving for a second before he turned around.

“Hey. Sorry.”

She didn’t know if he was apologizing for possibly waking her. Or coming home late.

“It’s ok.” Holding out her hand, she waited until he was within reaching distance, and pushed herself up enough to slide her hand around his neck. He let her pull him down, releasing a slightly pained noise. Kensi slid her fingers up into his hair, finding the strands damp.

She didn’t call him on it, just holding him tighter when their lips parted. She felt the tension in his shoulders and back, so tight it seemed he might snap at any moment.

“Come to bed,” she told him, pulling back the covers. When Deeks slid in beside her, she curled around him, hoping took some comfort in her touch.

***

Kensi’s worry skyrocketed as she watched Deeks withdraw more every day. This time around, he tended towards movement, which meant he either woke up early (assuming he’d slept at all) or stayed after work to work out. At the same time, his appetite seemed to have disappeared.

She tried to combat it all by bringing him a donut in the morning or cajoling him into bed and doing her best to soothe him to sleep. It wasn’t enough, but she was hesitant to push too hard.

“Hey, I brought you some soup,” she said one evening as she came back from a food run. Deeks had very noticeably not requested anything.

“I’m not hungry,” he said, not even pausing considering the bucket she plunked down in front of him.

“Baby, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning. It’s after six. You need to have something.”

“Kens—”

“No,” Kensi interrupted sharply, forgetting her decision to remain quietly supportive, to say nothing. “You are tired, you’re not eating, you’re not talking, and I am done letting you fade right in front of me.”

His head sank forward for a moment, and he rubbed his hands over his face, emitting the deepest of sighs. When he looked up again, the shadows in his eyes were even darker, and Kensi’s heart clenched painfully for him.

“I’m just struggling a little right now. I’ll get over it,” he insisted dully. “I always do.”

“You don’t have to do it alone though. You have me,” Kensi reminded him, moving around his desk to crouch in front of him. She grabbed his hands, clasping them between hers. “Let me help you.”

“I want to…” he shook his head, tilting his head back with a sorrowful expression. “It just feels like everything terrible feeling is amplified by a hundred and anything good is dampened.” He smiled sadly. “Only thing that helps sometimes is when you’re holding me at night.”

“I’ll do anything you need, anything. But please don’t push me away. I can’t bear that.”

“I’ll try.” He nodded, eyes damp. Kensi drew his forehead to her shoulder, weaving her fingers into his hair.

“And eat your soup.”

That got a weak out laugh out of him. Drawing back, he grabbed the tub across his desk, popping the lid off.

Kensi knew that one meal wouldn’t magically fix everything, but as he slowly worked his way through the soup, it was a step the right direction.

Under the table, Deeks reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #emotional whump #Deeks whump #supportive Kensi #angst #ejzah fanfiction

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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The One Where the Small Things are the Big Things and the Best Boyfriend is the One That Tries

For Harringrove Week day 1

Prompt - Pigs in a Blanket

1.4k - T

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Steve sat up in bed, propped up by pillows and the headboard, sipping from a mug of hot, black coffee, watching Billy sleep on his stomach, his shoulders rising and falling as he snored lightly. Steve fought the urge to run his hands down the expanse of golden skin, instead opting to let Billy sleep a little bit longer before his shift at the campus library. He’d been up late the night before, studying for midterms, and Steve knew he needed every minute of rest that he could get.

Instead, he used the quiet time to fret about his plans for Billy’s birthday. It was their first year celebrating it in California, far from the bounty of friends and family that they’d left in Hawkins when they’d made the move the summer before.

They’d arrived here, in San Diego, just before Steve’s birthday late last July, and the kids had sent along a whole slew of gifts and cards for him to open when he woke up on his birthday morning, plus Robin, Dustin, and Max had gotten together to call him and sing happy birthday, almost bringing a tear to his eye as their voices piped tinnily through the phone line.

Max had assured Steve multiple times that Billy’s box of cards and gifts would be on it’s way soon, finally confirming that she’d delivered the package to the post office the day before, so he would have that, but Steve had wanted to do more.

Thankfully, with a little help from his friend Betty Crocker, Steve would be able to make Billy’s favourite chocolate fudge cake easily enough, and he’d requested a simple dinner of tacos from the taco truck they frequented, for dinner, but Steve was still worried that he wouldn’t be able to make Billy’s customary birthday breakfast, pigs in a blanket.

The first time they’d celebrated Billy’s birthday as a couple, the blonde had stayed tight lipped on any preferences that he had for his big day, shrugging and telling Steve that whatever he came up with would be fine with Billy. Steve had tried and tried to get more to go on, but even grilling Max hadn’t revealed much.

Billy had seemed pleased enough with the white cake with chocolate icing that Steve had made him, but Steve didn’t want to settle for pleased. He wanted Billy to feel joyful and have a sense of childlike happiness that he probably hadn’t experienced in a long time, so one night, while he and Billy were drunk at the quarry, he’d gotten Billy to open up.

At first, he’d shared simple details. How his mom had always covered the top of his cake in rainbow sprinkles and had baked coins inside for him to find, once he was old enough to not try to chomp down on them or choke, or how her voice sounded like an angel’s when she’d sing him Happy Birthday.

Then he’d shared a bit more. How one year, he’d wanted a Barbie so badly he’d told his mom she never needed to buy him another birthday present ever again. At first, she’d told him it might be better to pick something else, but after weeks and weeks of begging, she’d relented, and it had become their little secret, something Billy only played with after school, in the small window of time between his afternoon snack and Neil arriving home from the office.

Another secret that he and his mother kept between the two of them was that she would let Billy stay home from school on his birthday. They would spend the whole day together, just the two of them, going on an adventure of Billy’s choosing. But not before he ate his special birthday breakfast of pigs in a blanket.

The meal had been his choice. His mother had said that he could have anything that he wanted for breakfast on his birthday, anything at all. He’d seen her serve pigs in a blanket at a dinner party a month prior, and thought they were the height of luxury, so the request was made and gladly fulfilled. They saw Neil off to work, then curled up in Billy’s bed together, eating a whole tray of the little puff pastry wrapped cocktail wieners, using toothpicks to dip them in a mix of ketchup and mustard. It was a little thing that meant so much.

He'd shared that memory with Steve as tears fell from the corners of his eyes, glistening like jewels on his cheeks in the moonlight. Steve had filed that bit of information away, vowing to use it to give Billy a little bit of birthday magic the next year.

It had been easy enough to convince Claudia Henderson to make them the next year. All he had to do was bat his eyelashes a couple times and tell her that it would mean a lot to both Billy and him, and she was practically insisting that she whip him up a batch.

As predicted, Billy had loved them. He and Steve had laid in bed together, devouring the whole large tray while Billy regaled Steve with all sorts of stories from his childhood. Trips to the beach, warm chocolate chip cookies baked with his mom, karate lessons and hiking in the woods. They’d then spent the rest of the day watching movies on the couch before making their way back to bed for sex and birthday cake.

The next year had been much the same, with Claudia again providing the pigs in a blanket, but Steve had also thrown Billy a small party, with the kids and Robin and Heather in attendance, and Billy had cried in bed that night while thanking Steve for a perfect day.

Steve was on his own for the pigs in a blanket though. He’d practiced a couple times while Billy was at work, following Claudia’s instructions to a T, but he just couldn’t get it to turn out properly. The first time, the pastry was greasy and flat, and the second time, the pastry was burnt on the outside and undercooked and goopy on the inside. He just had to hope that it would turn out on Billy’s birthday.

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Despite all of Steve’s hopes and wishes and crossed fingers, it didn’t turn out. Steve had hoped that by the time Billy woke up, he would be back in the room with a tray of piping hot pigs in a blanket, but instead, Billy found him giving a ball of buttery mush a death glare. He tried to get in front of the mess so Billy wouldn’t see, but he was too late.

“What ’cha got there, pretty boy?” Billy asked, a soft smile on his face, as he pressed his bare chest up against Steve’s back and peered over his shoulder. He pressed a kiss just below Steve’s ear, and Steve could instantly feel some of the tension in his body melt away.

“It was supposed to be your birthday breakfast,” Steve grumbled, punching the dough. “But I ruined it. I just wanted to do this one special thing for you and I can’t get the pastry right and it’s a mess. You deserve perfection.”

Billy spun Steve around and lifted his chin when he tried to duck his head. He looked right into Steve’s eyes. “You know the fact that you tried means more than any perfect breakfast could, right? Every single day you put in so much effort to make sure I have a good life. My life is amazing all because of you. Pigs in a blanket or no pigs in a blanket, this is going to be my best birthday yet, because I’m spending it with you. Got that?”

Steve nodded, and Billy kissed him, cupping his hands at the back of Steve’s head.

“I do have an idea though,” Billy said, a smile spreading over his face. “Do you have any wieners left?”

“Yeah,” Steve replied, confused. “But we don’t have any pastry, and we don’t even have hot dog buns. What are you going to do?”

Billy turned to the fridge, rooting around for a minute before reappearing with a tube of Pillsbury crescent rolls in his hand. “We are going to make pigs in a blanket. Together. Then we’re going to get back in bed and feed them to each other, then you’re going to fuck me good and deep, and then we’re going to eat cake and tacos. Lots of cake and tacos. Best. Birthday. Ever.”

Steve found that he couldn’t disagree.

#harringrove #harringroveweek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove fic #billysbirthdaybonanza #chrisbitchtree writes

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ladylooch · 1 year

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Can you do a kempe fic with a lot of angst please.

A/N: Yes! Always yes. Thank you again for requesting this. I've already expressed this, but I am SO happy! I hope you enjoy!

Greener Side of That Fence- Adrian Kempe

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angsty... like I was anxious writing this, there is a smidge of 18+ Content cause I can't help myself, multiple character points of view, swearing.

(Adrian)

It’s a hot summer day in Southern California. The temperature is above 90 degrees with no ocean breeze to offer reprieve. The heat is stifling and the black tux I’m wearing doesn’t offer any support.

A bead of sweat rolls down my hair line and collects in the stiff collar of my designer shirt. I shove my sunglasses over my eyes, buttoning my suit jacket together before shutting the door to my Audi. I turn, taking in the white church in front of me.

I shouldn’t be here.

But I can’t be anywhere else.

Tucked inside that church is the love of my life preparing to marry someone else.

My stomach tightens at the realization of how close I am to losing her for good. I push out a heavy breath, wishing I had knocked back that shot of tequila I poured myself earlier. The courage I felt on the drive here has dissipated watching Kailey’s wedding guests filter into the church.

“Damn it.” I mutter to myself, leaning against the back of my trunk. I run a rough hand over my face, scratching at the trimmed beard on my chin. My eyes scan the front of the church, working to the window overlooking the parking lot. Shock daggers through my body when I see Kailey standing at it. Her head is tilted as she secures an earring into place. I can see the white dress from here, filled with sparkles and lace. She looks so damn beautiful it hurts.

Her lips form an O as her shoulders raise indicating a big inhale. She places a hand on her stomach, shoulders deflating back into place. I can feel her nerves from here. Her fingers come up, settling in the corners of her eyes. She pulls them back, waving both her hands at her face.

Don’t be nervous, baby. I’m coming.

As I begin to cross the parking lot, I rehearse the words I want to say to her, thinking about when our story started four years ago.

To be honest, the meeting wasn’t too exciting. We were introduced by my teammate Trevor Moore. His wife, Monique, and Kailey were best friends growing up. Kailey moved out to California for a year long internship focusing on supply chain in the Fashion industry. It took 2 weeks before we were inseparable. We spent the whole year together, eating tacos, drinking mezcal margaritas, and soaking up the sun at the beach.

We fell in love quickly. Then life happened.

Her internship ended and her dream job called from New York. We tried to make it work but with the time difference, it was impossible to stay connected. Once she left L.A., we didn’t even make it a year. We mutually decided to go our separate ways, both convinced it was temporary and we would find our way back to each other in the future. I think that’s the hardest part of all this- nobody did anything wrong. We did the right thing by allowing each other to chase our dreams. When we broke up, we hugged at the airport and said we loved each other.

It would be so much easier if we had hurt each other.

We stayed good friends despite the distance between us. I’ve wasted the time dating a few others, but none of them compared to Kailey. She felt the same- at least I thought. We would joke back and forth over the next couple of years, through COVID even, that we were just biding time until she could transfer to the L.A. office within her company. We’d get married quickly and spend the off-season traveling all over Europe to soak in the Fashion scene. But after lockdown lifted, something changed. My texts and FaceTime calls were left unanswered or put off until days later. I chalked it up to her being busy with work after her promotion.

Then, Kailey moved back to L.A. without even telling me. I found out when I saw her at a game a few months back, sitting next to Monique like she used to. Except this time she wasn’t in my jersey. I remember flipping a puck at her to get her attention. She gave a head nod at me with sparkling blue eyes. I came out flying in the first, wanting her to see how much better I’d gotten since she was away. Then, as I was getting off for the first intermission, I saw him. His arm was around her while he wore the jersey I gave her. After the game, it was just Kailey waiting for me. She told me they were getting married in June while nervously spinning her engagement ring around her finger.

Despite the agony I felt in my chest, I lied and told her I was happy for her.

The problem is I’m not, and the regret I already feel about not telling her so then keeps me awake at night.

After we lost in the playoffs, I packed my shit and booked a one-way flight to Sweden to join my family. I had been waiting for the moment that I could escape L.A. and Kailey’s new future. But the day of my flight, I couldn’t get on the plane. Nor could I the next day or the full two weeks after that. Mario has been calling, wondering when I’m coming home. My niece misses me. So do my parents. All I say is I have unfinished business in L.A.

Trevor and I met up for lunch last week after a run along the beach. I told him I was considering renting a charter for deep sea fishing this weekend and asked if he wanted to come.

“Can’t. Mo’s in a wedding.” He told me around a bite of chips and guacamole.

“Oh.” I say, taking a sip of my margarita. I lick my lips, squinting out across the glittering ocean to my right. “Kails?” I ask, trying to seem nonchalant. Trevor looks like he doesn’t want to answer, but he eventually nods. “In Hermosa?”

“Yeah, at that church off Monterey.” I nod in understanding, sitting back in my chair. “You’re not going to show up, right?”

“No, I’m not going to show up.”

This agreement is probably why my teammate isn’t happy to see me walking up the steps right now.

“Shit, Adrian. You can’t be here.” Trevor snaps at me, halting me from entering the church.

“I can’t let her marry him without telling her I’m still in love with her.”

I have to tell Kailey how I feel before it’s too late. Maybe she’ll tell me to fuck off. Maybe she’ll tell me she feels the same. I don’t know. I just know I have to try.

“Dude, I should have never told you about it. Monique is going to kill me.” He groans, stopping my pursuit again with a firmer hand in the middle of my chest.

“Trev, I’m going in. Let me pass or I’m going to drop you on these steps.”

For a moment, fear grips the back of my neck. Trevor stands firmly in front of me. His gaze is unrelenting from beneath his sunglasses. Finally, he relaxes, dropping his hand from my chest.

“The only reason I’m letting you in is because it’s obvious Kailey still loves you.” My stomach drops to my feet at his admission.

“How do you know?”

“Because despite the multiple offers from my wife to come with her, she can’t walk back into our arena knowing she’s not yours. Go through the door and to the left.” He pats my shoulder and walks away. I’m frozen on the steps as various guests move around me to enter the church.

I came here not sure if I had a chance. Now, I have the most crushing feeling in existence: hope.

I get to the bridal suite without being stopped or interrupted again. My knock is hesitant and I resist the urge to sprint back down the hall when it’s done. Kailey is alone when she opens the door. She startles backwards, then glances quickly in both directions before focusing back on my face.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Now? It can’t wait?”

“No, baby.” I shake my head at her. Her eyebrows tug together in distress at the pet name. She senses what I’ve come here to do. I prepare for her to shut the door in my face. Instead, she opens the door wider. She bites her lip, gripping my forearm to pull me in. My skin is electrified at her touch. I grip her arm back, allowing myself to get a little lost in her softness. She let’s go first, crossing the room to provide distance. For her or me, I’m not sure.

“You look… amazing.” I finish, truly lacking the words in both English and Swedish to describe her. Her blue eyes fill with uncertainty. I can see her breathing increase, her breasts pressing tighter against the cups of her dress. “The only thing I’d change is who you’re marrying.”

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know he’s not me.” I stuff my hands in the pockets of my dress pants, leaning back against the door. I want to be considerate of her personal space with how conflicted she seems by my presence.

“You were right. This suit is better than the tan one I was considering.” I try to lighten the mood, gesturing to my blue suit. I was so adamant about the other one, but she made the clerk ring me up before I could protest further.

“Blue is your color. Brings out your eyes.” She smiles at me, tilting her head to the side and trialing her gaze along me. I’m feeling less like an unwanted visitor.

“Yeah. I know you like me in blue.”

“Used to.”

“Still do.” I insist, watching as she rolls her eyes lightheartedly. “What do you need to tell me?” She changes the subject, crossing her arms over her chest.

“A story. Once upon a time…” I trail off cheekily. Her gaze remains unwavering on my face. I drop my nervous smile and get serious. “There was this hockey player who fell in love with a girl on their second date.” Her eyes close as she listens. “And he loved her so much that when New York called, he knew she had to go. He helped her pack. He drove her across the country. He even convinced himself that letting her go was better than fighting for the love he believed in with her.” Her beautiful eyes open and she has visible tears. “But he never stopped loving her. Not when she moved back to L.A. without telling him. Not when she brought her new fiancé with her. And definitely not when she was dressed in white, about to marry someone else.”

“Adrian.” She whispers painfully.

“I love you, Kails. I never stopped loving you for one moment of the last few years. And I just.. need you to know that before you do this.”

“A, it’s been over for years.” She tells me.

“Bullshit.” I scoff at her, crossing the room. Fuck, her personal space, this is my moment. I reach for her, expecting her to pull away but instead she steps closer. “There is no way you and I are over.” I lean our foreheads together. “It wasn’t over when we broke up in New York and it still isn’t over just because you’re about to marry someone else. You didn’t tell me you moved back for a reason. You want to pretend you don’t love me anymore? Go through with this and live the rest of your life settling? Come on, Kails. That’s not you.”

“Adrian.” She’s gritting her teeth through the tears now, gutting me with the way her voice shudders. “I love him.”

“That’s okay.” I tell her honestly, feeling my hands shake. I know I can’t actually stop her from going through with this, but maybe if I keep my hands on her face, she’ll cave. She’ll lean into my touch instead of resisting the pull of me. “I understand you love him. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. But, you’re it for me, baby. You’re it.” She licks her lips in distress, sighing heavily. “If you tell me you don’t feel anything anymore, I’ll leave.” I whisper to her, giving her an out I know she won’t take.

Her silence soothes the twisting knife in my chest for a moment.

“Of course I do.” She finally admits to me. Relief rushes through my body and renews my pursuit.

“If you need me to say it, I will. Don’t marry him.” She shakes her head no at me, soft hands coming to grip my wrists holding her face. She stares at her hand wrapped around the tattoo I got with her last time I was in New York. Her thumb brushes my skin as her eyes close, a tear sliding down her face.

“It’s not that simple.”

“I love you, Kails. You love me. It is that simple.”

The door opens after a fast knock.

“Don’t come in!” Kailey yells out, but it’s too late. Her mom and dad step in, shocked at seeing me with my hands on their daughter’s face.

“Kailey.” Her mom snaps, clearly displeased. Her steely gaze rests on me and I know I better go. Kailey will need time to consider. I don’t need her to walk out of this church with me right now. That’s too much to ask.

“I’m going to the beach, baby. Our spot right by the lifeguard tower, where we planned out the rest of our lives together. If you’re not there by sunset, I’ll know your answer. If you don’t show, you’ll never hear from me again. I promise.” She stares back at me with tear tracks down her beautiful face. She says nothing. But she won’t stop looking at me. “I hope you’ll meet me there when you’re ready.”

It takes everything I have inside of me to release my grip on her and step back. She seems to crumble within herself without my touch. She looks out the window. I nod in understanding, stepping back and walking towards her parents.

“I’m sorry for showing up uninvited. But I love your daughter and I had to tell her.”

“Did you?” Her mom squints at me. “Seems selfish.”

“Yeah maybe. But at least now I’ll be able to look myself in the mirror the rest of my life knowing I tried.” I hear Kailey sniff and gasp in breath from behind me. “I love you, baby.” I call to her before I step around her parents.

As I get back into my Audi, I know the easy part is over. The hard part will be what I’m about to do.

Wait.

^ ^ ^

(Kailey)

With my arms holding me together, I stare out the window to the parking lot. I watch as Adrian slides into his Audi. It’s an upgrade from the one he had when we were together. When my eyes close, I can remember loudly singing songs as we drove down the coast together. The salty wind blowing my hair around my face as the demands of the world disappeared. The last time I truly felt alive was sitting in that passenger seat with his hand on my thigh, his silver rings sparkling in the California sun.

“He is absolutely unhinged.” My mom balks, fluffing her hair in anger. “Coming here and attempting to ruin your day after everything he’s done.”

“What he’s done?” I snap at my mom. “It was a mutual decision, mom.”

“Well, it didn’t feel very mutual when you were crying on the phone to me every weekend. And don’t even get me started about that pregnancy scare he couldn’t show up for.”

“He doesn’t know about that.” I say, using the tissue she handed to me to blot at the tears rimming my lashes.

“Regardless, Matt knew you were the one and did something about it before the last possible second. He’s the one, not some summer fling.”

“Hun, let’s give her some space.” My dad breaks in, leading my mom to the door. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you’re ready, honey.” I nod my head at him, turning my back to them as I attempt to hold another sob back.

I fall onto the couch, not caring about the bunching of my dress or the pressing of my shoulders into the perfect curls I had. My mind is back in New York sobbing at the thought of being pregnant with Adrian’s baby. The two different sides of me: the one that yearned for a reason to reach out and the other that knew the regrets I would have for not pursuing this dream. When it turned out to be negative, I felt so empty and alone. I should be happy, I remember thinking. I called my mom, knowing her words would give me the grounding I needed. She told me I might be best of Adrian didn’t know. “Don’t reopen the wound.”

I still wonder what our lives would have been. If that test had been positive, I would have told him. I would have left New York and flew back to L.A. He would have taken care of us. But it wasn’t. Instead, the reality was that we lived on opposite coasts and slowly drifted into long-distance friends who joked about ending up together like it didn’t hurt. After lockdown, I met Matt at a social-distance bar where he soothed the aches in me I’d felt since Adrian left on that western bound redeye.

Until three months ago when I moved back to L.A. for Matt’s job. Monique begged me to go to a Kings game for old time sake. I saw Adrian, purposefully waiting after the game without Matt. Adrian had hugged me, congratulating me on our upcoming nuptials. He seemed sincere. It mattered to me that he was happy for me. But It was a mistake seeing him. Adrian was right. I didn’t tell him about coming back because I was hiding from what I still feel from him. Now, every time Matt touches me, I feel nothing.

I can’t shake the feeling that this is the real mistake.

Marry Matt and he’ll give you the entire world. That’s what my mom said after our engagement party when I felt unsure. That’s what my brain has said every morning leading up to today. But right now, my heart yearns for tattooed arms soothing the ache within my chest. I press my left hand there and my large engagement ring catches the light ahead.

“Matt deserves better than this.” I say out loud to myself. “He’s the one who takes care of you. He cooks and cleans and is home every night to comfort you after a long day of work. Adrian can’t be that safe space for you every night. He’s always gone.” I press my flattened palm to my head. “Follow through on your commitment.” I suck in a deep breath, shoving it out forcefully, then stand.

I’m going to marry Matt. That’s what I came here to do.

The resolution seems final and gets me through the last few minutes of preparation. The procession song begins. I step outside of the suite with the large bouquet of light pink tulips in my hands. I glance down at them, admiring their beauty. I love pink tulips because of Adrian. He bought them for me at the farmer’s market on the second date he talked about earlier. He showed up every week to my apartment with a replacement bouquet until I moved to New York in the Spring.

I loop my hand through my dad’s arm, biting down hard on my lip as unwanted tears fill my eyes. The wedding planner tells us we can begin walking whenever we are ready. Out of seemingly nowhere, my throat beings to close up. My chest collapses in on it’s self as I contemplate taking a step forward, going through with this, and not showing up at our spot on the beach. I cry out at the thought of Adrian waiting there all night for me while I share a first dance with my second choice because I’m just too damn scared.

“Dad.” I whimper, large tears blurring his face. “I don’t know…” I trail off, thinking of the thousands of dollars both our parents have invested into this day.

“It’s your choice, sweetheart.”

All there is left to do is decide.

^ ^ ^

On the same date, five years later, I awaken to sunshine streaming into my bedroom. When I see my husband’s bare back, a coy grin stretches my lips. Faint, red claw marks line his skin from last night. He is barely at arm’s reach, so I maneuver a few inches closer. I reach my pointer finger out, tracing the lines I made and the divots of his muscular back. He begins to shift slightly, leaning into my touch. I can get all my fingers on him now. I trail my nails, gently, along his back, watching as goosebumps pebble along his tan skin.

“Feels good.” He mumbles to me.

“I got you good last night.” I confess to him, biting my lip.

“Worth it. You always are.”

I inch forward again, placing my lips on the angriest red line. I ghost my mouth over it, loving the way he softly hums at my touch. I reach a hand around, gliding it beneath his shorts to grip his hard shaft. I stroke him as his head falls back.

“Kails.” He moans. I press my smile to his shoulder, increasing my tempo. My thumb dips into the slit of his head.

Tap. Tap.

We both pause when we hear the sound of feet on the wood floor from the hallway.

“No.” He whines as I remove my hand from his shorts to prepare for our guest.

“She’s coming.” I whisper, hiding my face behind his shoulder as we both look towards the door.

Little feet patter their way to the entrance of our bedroom. Our daughter, with wild blonde hair like her dad, grins behind her purple blanket.

“Pannkakor?” Pancakes. She asks her dad in his native tongue.

Adrian, who hasn’t told her no since the day she was born, sighs happily.

“Okey, sweets. Does mommy want pancakes too?”

“Yeah.”

“Chocolate chip sound good, love?”

“Yes!!!!!!” Our daughter cheers, rushing into our room and tossing herself onto our bed. Adrian swoops her into his arms, smooching her cheeks loudly and tickling her sides. Her legs flail towards me and I rush backwards to avoid a kick to my belly where her little brother grows. The baby kicks back in response. I place a hand on him to soothe his motions. Adrian watches, turning our daughter.

“The price of pancakes is kisses for mommy and baby brother.” Adrian tells her. She puckers her little lips at me. I press mine gently on hers, placing a hand on her back to tug her into a hug too.

“He’s right here.” I point to where I felt his kicks last. She leans forward and gives a loud kiss to my swollen skin.

“Now pancakes?” She turns to her dad hopefully. He laughs at her impatience, which she also gets from him.

“Yes. Go brush your teeth first. And no TV.” He calls after her as she rushes out. Her giggles tell me she’s purposefully not going to hear that last part. Adrian’s hand comes to our baby boy. His blue gaze works up my body to my eyes.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, his thumb brushing comforting lines along my skin.

“For?”

“Showing up at the beach in your white dress, late enough that I thought you had chosen to live the rest of your life without me.”

“I told you there was traffic. I wasn’t late on purpose.” I shove at his shoulder, rolling my eyes.

“It’s okay. It was my fault. Should of never let you go.”

“I should of stayed in L.A.” He shakes his head at me, leaning down to kiss our son.

“No, you absolutely should have gone to New York."

“Why are we doing this?” I groan playfully at him, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck. “Just kiss me and go make your girls pancakes.”

“We are talking about this because I know you could have chosen something different.” He presses his lips into mine and we share a deep kiss. He relaxes into me, lips tightening to prevent a smile.

“A, I’ve never thought about the other road I could have taken. Not one second since I fell into your arms on the beach.”

“Mmm, when you were in labor there was a moment.” He jokes with me.

“Oh my god.” I giggle before rolling out of bed to follow him. “Well, your daughter came too fast for me to get the good drugs.” I press my nose into his back, wrapping my arms around his waist and bumping us forward with my belly. “I think some sass was warranted.”

“Sure, baby.” He muses. We walk into the open concept kitchen and living room space, finding our daughter perched silently in front of the TV. “This looks like the opposite of what I said. Dd you brush your teeth?” He asks her, tilting his head at the giggles she lets loose.

“Yeah.” She doesn’t take her eyes from the TV.

“Okay, we can watch TV but we are going to watch mommy’s show.” I tell her. “Come snuggle with me.” I slowly lower myself to the couch, arranging the pillows along my back so I can feel supported. She crawls onto the couch next to me, burying her face into the side of my chest. I change the channel to the Food Network, smiling as the opening of The Kitchen begins.

I can hear Adrian behind me, grabbing the ingredients and the skillet for pancakes. I turn to watch him over my shoulder, admiring the way his back muscles tighten with each movement. He catches my eye when he turns, lips tilting up at me.

I can’t believe I almost married someone else, believing it was right, when all along, this was the greener side of that fence.

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nancypullen · 1 year

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Fabulous Friday

Today was a fantastic day. My sister came to town. We have so much fun together, we laugh ourselves silly, and we just get each other. Gosh, that’s good for my soul. We tried to take selfie.

Our hair is telling you that it was a rainy day. The McGlaughn girl hair is more reliable than doppler radar. My Twinkie colored hair (half yellow, half white) is the bane of my existence, but I’m determined to see it through. I’m a granny, don’t judge me. Look at my lovely sister. She’s always had flawless skin, ringlets, and an adventurous soul. She’s what you’d call a once-in-a-lifetime woman. Unsinkable. Anywayyyy, today has apparently been all about FOOD. I feel like I never want to eat again. We had lunch at Earth Tones Cafe and gobbled up their Chesapeake Artichoke Bagel. It’s an open-faced toasted bagel topped with a mixture of artichoke hearts, spinach, cream cheese, mozzarella, parm, red pepper flakes, and Old Bay seasoning. Holy Cow. Earth Tones is a vegan cafe but this did not feel like a healthy choice....delicious, yes, but probably not on the American Heart Associations recommended list. We made a couple of stops around town and our final stop was Craft Bakery because Mickey had asked me to bring him one of their maple-vanilla lattes. Well, who goes into a bakery and just buys coffee? Not this girl. Two toffee bars, two blackout cookies, and one brown sugar and cinnamon pop-tart later, we left. I tell myself that I only buy baked goods as decor. I love having a few things under this cake dome, just because it’s pretty.

That doesn’t explain why there’s a blackout cookie missing. I won’t touch the toffee bars or the pop-tart but those deep chocolate cookies with a sprinkle of sea salt....they call to me. I wish she’d stop making them. My thighs can’t take it. That said, my thighs walked me right up the steps to the Culinary Arts Center to collect the bowl I painted a couple of weeks ago. I’d participated in a fundraiser by paying to paint a bowl, and part of the price included a container of soup from Shore Gourmet when I picked up my bowl. The bowls had been fired and I ran by to get mine. My bowl turned out okay (I didn’t have enough time!) but I’m very pleased with the soup I chose. Perfect for these chilly, wet days.

YUM! After the tasty lunch and that chocolate cookie, I figured I’d better make a veggie heavy dinner. Taco bowls with cauliflower rice! My stovetop was busy. Black beans simmered with onion, salt, cumin, a couple splashes of hot sauce, and a little water, cauliflower rice in a skillet sautéing with a sprinkle of salt and a blast of chili powder (fresh cilantro would is perfect in this, but I didn’t have any handy), and another skillet with lean ground turkey seasoned with all the taco spices.

Add some veggies and it’s a tasty bowl!

This is one of my favorite quick dinners - full of flavor and checks most boxes for a healthy dinner meal. Bonus, there’s usually enough left for lunch. Thankfully, tomorrow morning we’re scheduled for a guided hike (more of a walk) at the arboretum. Always informational, but mostly I need to log some steps (and eat some salads). I’m hoping that all of the laughing today counts as an ab workout. If only. If that counted as a workout I’d be thin as a rail with washboard abs. I laugh a lot but those blackout cookies don’t care. That’s it, my wonderful Friday - time with my sister and too much food. I’m a lucky duck. I hope that your Friday has been good for your soul. If not, I hope the weekend fills the gap. If all else fails, eat a cookie. Sending out some love tonight. Take what you need.

Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy

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lovemesomesurveys · 1 year

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1. What is something in your life that you feel hopeful about right now? Uhhh. Honestly, as much as I’d like to feel that way, it’s hard. I’m having a difficult time seeing past some of the stuff I’m going through and imagining anything changing. I’m scared it’s only going to stay the same. I mean, there’s been significant progress with some stuff, but I’m still bedridden and not where I’d like to be strength-wise, though that has gotten a little better. I’m lacking the motivation and energy that I need to work on things. And the hope. :/

2. What was the last thing you worried about that turned out better than expected? I mean like I said, I really have made significant progress with one of the major things I’d been dealing with for years. For so long I struggled with it and it seemed to only get worse without much chance at all in getting better, but now here we are. Even in the hospital it had actually gotten worse. However, once I had the feeding tube for awhile and was back home where it could be better managed and monitored by my mom, things really started improving. So, I need to remember that when I feel hopeless and down about other things. If something like that situation managed to really turn around, then the other stuff has a chance as well.

3. Name somewhere you are planning on visiting in the near future? All I’m able to do right now is go to my doctor appointments. I have two in the next couple weeks.

4. How often do you go grocery shopping and how much food do you usually get in one go? My mom goes twice a month for our big grocery trips and gets a lot.

5. What is a meal you eat extremely often? Or do your meals & food choices vary a lot? I’ve just been eating the same few foods to be honest. Like, I have Cream of Wheat every morning and Taco Bell for dinner like 5 or 6 times a week. I’ve started having sandwiches most days for lunch. Other foods I throw in the mix sometimes are chicken wings, hot dogs, and pizza. Oh, and of course I eat a lot of Reese’s everyday. :X

6. When was the last time you felt unable or unwilling to speak your mind to someone? I’ve been struggling with something involving a couple family members since last year and I’m afraid to address it to them. I just don’t see that conversation going well. I don’t want to cause any issues or make things weird between us. I don’t want to hurt their feelings. But I am upset with some things that were said and how they went about some things and it’s caused me to be distant and bitter. I don’t want it to be that way, but I can’t seem to just let it go.

7. What was the last thing you changed your mind about? Hm. I’m blanking at the moment.

8. Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? I don’t have any friends.

9. Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else's dreams? I always have the most random dreams about the most random people. Like, people I went to elementary school with that weren’t even my friends will show up in my dreams and I’m like wtf??

10. What is something you wish you could say to someone who is no longer in your life, or something you wish they could know? I do miss Ty. He was a special part of my life for a time and he was there during a time I really needed him. It’s like he was put in my life for that time and then he served his purpose cause it’s like he literally just vanished. He stopped contacting me and deleted all his social media so I had no way of getting in touch. But the time we had together truly was a special time and I just miss him. I even thought at one point he was going to be “the one.” Anyway, I guess I’d just want to tell him what he meant to me and how much of an impact he had on me. I wish we could be in each other’s lives again.

11. Instead of flat earth, what do you think of the simulated earth theory, that we're basically all just a giant computer program or virtual reality? No, we’re not Sims.

12. What worries you most about your future? Like I always say, I’m scared I’ll never get better or get worse and that I won’t do anything with my life. I feel like I’m grandpa Joe from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory right now and I don’t want to spend my whole life this way.

13. What is something you do to feel better when you're scared? I mean, it depends what I’m scared about. I guess I typically talk about it with my mom and get comfort and reassurance from her and just try to distract myself with something like ASMR or a show.

14. Who do you feel you can count on the most in life? Is there anyone you wish you could count on more? I know I can always count on my mom. She is why I’m still here and keep going.

15. What makes you trust someone? When was the last time someone broke your trust? If I feel comfortable talking to and sharing things with someone is a good indicator. I’d have to get to know them of course and establish a friendship. That takes a little time. And obviously if they don’t give me a reason to feel like I can’t trust them. I’ve met people who clearly like to gossip and I questioned whether I could trust them or not. I kind of just get a feeling, ya know? As for the last time someone broke my trust, it was last year with a couple of people. They did some things that made me feel uncomfortable sharing things with them.

16. When was the last time you shared a secret with someone, and how did they react? I don’t remember.

17. Are you more likely to give advice or to ask for it? I used to be the one often giving advice. I don’t tend to ask for advice a lot, but I do try to look up stuff and figure things out on my own. Or I just dwell on stuff and not do anything.

18. When was the last time you felt totally lost, figuratively speaking? How about literally? >> I constantly feel lost, figuratively speaking. I almost never feel lost, literally speaking. <<< Yeah, I feel that way as well. I’ve been in a place figuratively for quite some time where I don’t know what to do, what I’m doing, or what is going to happen. I just feel so unsure about everything. I don’t know how to get past this. I don’t even recall the last time I literally felt lost.

19. In what ways are you emotionally strong? In what ways are you emotionally weak? I don’t feel I am emotionally strong. In fact, I feel very, very weak. I just feel like such a hopeless mess. I haven’t been handling things well. I don’t know how to get through this. I’ve just kept going and try to get through each day.

20. What is the strangest book you have ever read? How did you find out about it? I can’t really think of a book I’ve read to be “the strangest.” Probably some book for school, ha.

21. Do you prefer to watch movies or tv alone or with other people? Is there anything you refuse to watch alone? I love having shows to watch with my mom and/or brother. I just find it more enjoyable and it’s fun having someone to discuss the show or movie with and freak out together. I also like going on my personal Tumblr and seeing what other people are saying about it about it and reblogging a bunch of stuff. It’s just really fun to get involved in a fandom and share the experience with others.

22. What was the last thing you broke? How about fixed? I haven’t broken something in quite awhile I don’t think. I’m not much of a fixer upper so I don’t know.

23. Is there a sign or symbol that means a lot to you for whatever reason (eg. seeing certain animals or birds, 11:11 or other repeating numbers, syncs, butterflies, hearts in nature, etc)? Ever since I was a kid the number 8 has been my favorite number and it does have some significance to me.

24. Do you have any personal ghost stories or paranormal experiences? No.

25. What do you get complimented on the most? I’m a total mess so I’m not getting complimented on anything regarding my physical appearance that’s for sure, ha. I also don’t have any skills or talents to be complimented on either. Sooo, nothing.

26. What is something unusual that you find attractive? Men’s veiny hands are attractive to me for some reason.

27. What time do you tend to eat your first meal of the day? And your last? I typically have my breakfast around 11AM and my dinner around 7 or 8PM.

28. What was the subject of the last video you watched? I’m watching Disney history and ride related videos.

29. When was the last time you traveled out of town, and where to? Last March. Feels like forever ago.

30. How would you describe your overall aesthetic? >> I wouldn't, really. I just wear and surround myself with what I like, what feels good (physically and emotionally). <<< Ha, I mean yeah same.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Hello, I would like to request a ship with Stray Kids and Enhypen. My name is Madison and I am 20 years old. I am African American and I am 5’5. I wear glasses as well and I have short mid length brunette hair. I am a Leo sun, Virgo moon, and Pisces Rising. I am straight and a female. I’m a huge bookworm and I love to learn new things. My favorite colors are pink, red, purple, blue, black, and white. My favorite foods are spaghetti, pizza, chicken, hamburgers, fries, hot dogs, and tacos. I am currently a college student. I also love everything related to spirituality.

Hey hon!! So sorry for the wait! I’m going to ship you with Enhypen on this one but please fell free to request one for Stray Kids! 🙏🏼💘💖

I ship you with…

Jay Park!

song recommendation : She - Harry Styles

- okay this couple right here looks so good together

- an aries and leo couple is what the world NEEDS rn like actually

- i could see you and him both sharing books to read together or giving each other book recs for the other to read, both of you are super smart and that’s one way you guys like to spend time with eachother, just reading your own respective books in silence

- both of you love learning new things with each other, what ever it is, like going to a museum, or learning a new language, like i said again both of you are so smart and talented so learning just comes easy to both of you

- He is so nice and good to you, he would always make sure to spoil you at any given moment and you know he is always willing to take you on a super expensive trip with just you and him at anytime

- both of you are quite spiritual so you guys tend to find a lot in common in that, canon: one time you guys got a couples reading together and it was so cute 🥹

- you and him can equally get pretty busy in your own schedules, but he always tries to find time to spend with you, weather it’s staying up late to talk to you before going to bed, or getting up at the crack of dawn to make you breakfast, he’ll do it all because he just adores making you happy

- some nights, he loves to make you all of your favorite foods, (especially spaghetti) I mean, we all know this man can cook, but for you? he’s like a whole Gordon Ramsey, anything you want to eat he’ll cook it for you

- he loves playing with your hair, it’s so soft and the color is so pretty to him, literally if he starts playing with it long enough he will fall asleep

- overall you guys are so loving and cute with eachother it’s adorable 😭 my otp like actually, he would love you so much and you would love him just the same!

Thank you for requesting lovely sorry for the long wait!!! I hope you enjoy 💘

#enhypen ships #enhypen #ithinkabouttzu #jay park

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eazy-group · 3 months

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Gabby lost 25 pounds

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Gabby lost 25 pounds

Transformation of the Day: Gabby lost 25 pounds. She was embarrassed about how her clothes fit as the number on the scale increased and how tired she felt after walking short distances. She reached out to a weight loss coach for help and accountability. They showed her how to get results and maintain them.

What was your motivation? To be honest, seeing the scale continue to increase was the big “wake-up call” for me and the motivation I needed to really start taking my health seriously and get myself together.

I was embarrassed with how my clothes fit and how tired I would get (quickly, too) when walking short distances. I knew all that resulted from my weight continuing to increase, which motivated me even more to start taking my health and weight more seriously.

What inspired you to keep going, even when you wanted to give up? Seeing Monique of Sculpting Bodies’ testimonial is what initially inspired me to start working on my health. She made me realize that I could do it and be successful at it too, even though I didn’t feel like I could.

Having someone hold me accountable was also the key to keeping me inspired! When I wanted to give up and thought I couldn’t, Monique was there to help push and guide me in the right direction and keep me on track. I knew I wanted to feel healthier and lose the weight, so in order to do that, I had to stay the course.

Once I started to see the scale drop and see the new habits I was creating, I became even more inspired and motivated to keep going because I knew my old habits needed to change and weren’t going to work for me or help me get to a healthier state.

How did you change your eating habits? Working with Monique made it VERY easy for me to change my eating habits. Before I started working with her, I didn’t have a plan or structure. I just ate whatever I wanted, however much I wanted, and whenever I wanted. I indulged in a lot of fried foods, pasta, and sweets with little to no control over the amount.

However, once I started working with Monique, she replaced many of my poor-choice foods with healthier options. Believe it or not, I still had pasta in my plan (I thought she’d completely get rid of it), but it was just a healthier kind.

I started eating more protein and nutrient-dense foods and reduced the high amounts of processed foods, sugar, and soda I was previously eating. I followed my customized meal plan that Monique created specifically for my body type and goals, preventing me from underrating AND overeating. I was so happy that the food was still delicious, creative, and not dry and boring. I remember I even had tacos in the plan at one point, too!

Along with teaching me about proper nutrition and healthier food options, Monique really helped me learn about portion control and helped me manage my portion sizes better, which is something I always struggled with. It was a challenge to eat less than what I was used to, but I got used to it and felt less sluggish and more energized once doing so.

What is your workout routine? I did strength training only a couple of times per week at home. I tried to get as many steps in each day by walking (even on the days I didn’t work out). When I could, I occasionally did some fun classes like Zumba at my local gym, too.

How often did you work out? Four days per week.

What was your starting weight? What is your current weight? When I started working with Monique, I was 290 lbs, and she helped me get down to 265 lbs within 2 1/2 months of working with her. I’ve maintained it since working with her!

What is your height? I’m 6’0″.

When did you start your journey? How long did your transformation take? I started working with Monique in June 2020. By mid-August, I was down to 265 pounds. I had been trying to start my journey off and on for years by myself but could never actually stick to a plan because I wasn’t sure what I was doing.

Is weight loss surgery part of your journey? No surgeries, just hard work and dedication

What is the biggest lesson you’ve learned so far? Portion control, consistency, and patience ARE EVERYTHING! Portion control gives you the guidance to stay within your range and not overeat, while patience helps you trust the process and believe that the work is 100% working, even if you’re not fully aware of the changes.

If you want to get results, you need to find a plan that works for YOU and not follow a plan. I used to try to follow a lot of different influencers’ plans, but nothing worked for me. Once I was able to have a plan that was made for my body with things that I actually liked and could do, then it became easier to see some changes.

What advice do you have for women who want to lose weight? Have patience! You may not see the changes immediately after starting, but trust me…YOU WILL! As long as you’re putting in the work, YOU’RE CHANGING!

Also, find what works for YOU. Don’t just follow everything you see on Google or YouTube! And if you realize you don’t have all the answers and need additional guidance, don’t be afraid to reach out for help!

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shootingxstardust · 7 months

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Okay need to vent because I need to write my thoughts down a little.

I have a sister. She and I were always close. We're just 16 months apart and we had always been together. We were best friends. She was always the innocent little sister, while I was the responsible older sister. We spent time together, played video games, and even rped together (IRL, not on here). My step mom said we behaved like twins, and yeah we were about as close as twins could be. Besides my paternal grandmother (Sadly not around anymore), she was my best and closest friend. And then just a couple years ago that came crashing down.

Back in high school, my sister became friends with B. Now B was a mormon.. but that was alright. She and my sister got along pretty well, and they were buddies, though because she was a mormon, B was pretty sheltered. Now once out of high school, just a couple years ago, my sister joined a D&D group through B, and that was where the problem started. Despite the mormon bit, I liked B, when she was around, it felt like she was part of the family, but now I wish my sister hadn't met her, especially now that B is giving my sister the cold shoulder for no apparent reason, but ehhh that's neither here nor there.

My sister joined a D&D group with B and a few of B's friends. I didn't see my sister that often at this , but she was happy and I was fine ... however, the problem arose when she developed a crush on J. Now J.. He's mormon, a Trump supporter, racist, and a bigot, and none of that was a red flag to my sister.. All my sister cared about was that he was nice, and liked Power Rangers... I and the rest of my family voiced our disapproval, but she said if we gave him a chance, we'd like him... I hate him...

The moment she confessed about dating him, she stared leaving the house at 8 am, and not returning until midnight.. Neither I, nor the rest of my family saw my sister. It was as if we ceased to exist.. Back in July of 2021, my parents were out of the house for a week, and I had just gotten home after getting in a car accident.. Instead of being there to support me, she went to his place instead.

She also was not honest about anything with this relationship.. After only being with him for 10 months, she has a kid with him.. Meaning she got pregnant one month into the relationship.. When asked why she wanted to have the kid she said "Because babies are cute, and sweet." I am 100% positive this controlling asshole baby-trapped her.. and neither are prepared to raise a kid.. I've said it before, but it'd be one thing of that baby, stayed a baby, but babies become kids, and then kids become teenagers, and then adults..

She had a kid with someone... who is mormon, is all around just a gross person in general, eats his boogers, baby-trapped her, manages her finances, controls her transportation, has plans to move her away to some small mountain town, takes her phone and reads through her text messages, has her listed as MILF in his phone and is all around just a gross person in general... He called my parents evil.. and even made sexual comments about me and shxxtteredfantasy... He also had an awesome job.. one that was making probably at least $18 an hour... and he shat all over it.. Because he was prouder of his job at Taco Bell, making $13 an hour... I don't know what my sister is going to do, and I fear for that kid honestly. He doesn't deserve to have parents that crappy, especially the dad, my sister is unfortunately just dumb...

But god.. I hate it and I fear that my sister is gonna get sucked into that mormon cult, get moved into some closed-minded yeehaw town, and then I never hear from, or barely hear from her again... It's sad.. we were so close, we were best friends, and now it's like I know nothing about her, or her life..

#Don't feel obligated to read #I just kinda needed to type this out as a diary.#Out of Blue Flames{OOC}

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littleharpethcrossfit · 8 months

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Labor Day Monday, 4 September, 2023.

And another in a long series of perfect Fall Days. Why would anyone bother to build an indoor gym?

Warmup

Mobility/Flexibility With Group Leader Admiral Armando.

WOD

Partnering Is Allowed

"BUTT DAY"

ALL Exercises With A Single Kettle Bell

( 53 / 35 / 20 )

Use 3 ERGs