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[foodfoodfoodffoods]

MOVIE SNACKS- HELLO KITTY CHOCOLATE MARSHMALLOWS, SPICE DROPS, PEANUT MNMS, HAZELNUT CHOCOLATE BAMBA, SWEDISH FISH, COOL RANCH POPCORN, POPCORN, REESE’S PIECES, AND SOUR PATCH KIDS YAAAASSSS

[victorluvsalice]

Hi everyone – welcome to another "I updated the Chill Valicer Save farmhouse a bit" update! Because the trio had money and I had some stuff that I wanted to do to their home – specifically, making the new barn basement area nicer; making the kitchen a little bigger to fit more stuff in it yet AGAIN; and updating the séance room above the kitchen because if the kitchen got wider, that had to get wider as well. How did this all go? Let me take you through it room by room:

-->Kitchen – I did indeed manage to make the kitchen wider! I mentioned last week that my attempt to widen it by making the back porch bigger and then trying to pull the room out toward the greenhouse was stymied by the fact that this would screw up a bunch of stuff upstairs (notably both the séance room and the upstairs hallway, where the stairs are) – but that I thought that if I instead widened it into the gap where the pet obstacle course was, I might be able to pull it off successfully. So that’s what I did –

And it worked pretty well! Had to move a few objects temporarily to keep them from getting dumped into the household inventory (for example, part of the egg collection on the hallway wall outside tried to yeet themselves because I had to place them with MOO), but once I got them out of the way, the widening went off without a hitch. :) So now the kitchen is two tiles wider on the right side! :D How did I fill that space, you ask? Well –

I. I added in more counters and cabinets, natch – which included replacing two of the full-tile wall cabinets with two half-tile ones so I could fit a really nice Cottage Living kitchen shelf (with a cutting board and various large metal kitchen utensils hanging under it) under them beside the oven! What can I say, I thought it looked really great and added a touch of realism. :)

II. I added in some more fun clutter around the oven – the salt and pepper shakers and the Home Chef Hustle spice rack got put upon the new shelf (though I had to use “move objects on” for the spice rack, because for SOME REASON the damn thing doesn’t fit up there normally. It totally fucking SHOULD, I shouldn’t have had to use MOO and then fiddle around with raising and lowering it until I got it onto the shelf in a way that actually looked good, even if it was partially sunken into said shelf, but that is not the world we live in); the big fork and spoon wall decorations that I BELIEVE are base game (may be Dine Out, though) got put over the stove top; and the Horse Ranch and Cottage Living utensil-holder clutter got stuck on the counter beside the fridge, and some Cottage Living canisters underneath the new shelf (so they were all on either side of the stove "within easy reach"). Oh, and I put some canisters of tea by the tea machine in the corner, a cookie jar on the counter near the sink, and made sure Gino the pizza chef was still in a good spot next to the pizza over on the expanded kitchen island. :) It's always nice to clutter up a kitchen and make it feel like it's truly lived in!

III. Speaking of the kitchen island, in addition to making it bigger, I moved it in slightly so it wasn’t crowding the dining table (there’s still plenty of room to maneuver between it and the side counters, fortunately). Gotta make sure there's room for everything!

IV. Along those lines, I ended up fiddling with the placement of a lot of things in this room:

a) I scooched the dining table over so it’s more in line with both the center of the new longer kitchen island and the archway in (gotta make sure things aren’t off-kilter!)

b) I adjusted the placement of the windows on either side of the room slightly so they were a bit farther apart (to match the windows that I adjusted upstairs on the séance room to better accommodate the side tables in there -- see below)

c) I adjusted the placement of the side table with the fruit bowl, ghost candy jar, and picnic basket in front of the window and the plant in the corner accordingly (the old “press ALT to freely place items” tip came in handy there)

d) And I swapped the placement of Alice’s “Lady and Tramp” flirty painting with the photographs of Smiler at the food stand during the first sale (the painting is now with the other cute cat-and-dog painting she made a little while back above the pet bowls, while the photographs are now on the wall with the side table and the plant)

V. Speaking of the pet bowls, I bought two more pet feeders in yellow and pink after being unable to line the original two up like I wanted against the wall thanks to the newly-adjusted window, and then thinking “hang on, we have four pets anyway, why not just get more to fill in the gaps?”

VI. And, finally, I bought the trio a popcorn maker, a second ice cream maker, and a dishwasher, because the whole point of making the room bigger was to fit in a couple more small appliances for them to use at their leisure! The popcorn maker is on the kitchen island next to the waffle maker, while the ice cream maker is on the counter next to the sink, above the new dishwasher. I’m not sure if the popcorn maker will stay in the kitchen or end up in Smiler’s inventory, as my primary use for it would be for food sales, but I wanted them to have one just in case! Maybe I should make them have a movie night with popcorn one day. :)

-->Séance Room – Of course, widening the kitchen meant widening the séance room above it – I briefly considered just putting a chunk of roof on the new little “lip,” but I thought it might look weird, and I didn’t want to lose the windows on that side of the room. So I had to rejigger that a bit to make sure the séance table was nice and centered in the middle of the room – which meant adjusting the position of the door into the room (so it opened up with a good view of the séance table) and the windows on either side (so I could then scoot the sideboard over slightly and make sure THAT was properly lined up with the table as well). Which also meant fussing with the fossil display out in the upstairs hallway, as it didn't quite fit properly into its usual spot anymore when I moved the door. I ended up swapping Alice's apple painting that was next to the cat tree with the Island Living shelves containing their little Sulani shell collection that were next to the stairs and the ladder up to the attic so I could move the fossil shelves over closer to the cat tree, then put the Sulani shelves on the other side of the doorway since that felt more “balanced” to me. *shrug* I mean, I think it works!

Anyway, once that was done, I added in more candle chandeliers to the séance room to make sure the space was adequately lit (when we’re not using the sacred candles for “the vibes” anyway) and moved over Victor’s curio cabinet with his unused familiar orbs to line it up better with the table. And then I started redecorating the new, larger space, which... *grimace* Oh, cripes, it took SOOO much time, especially with me trying to figure out what I wanted to do with Alice's crystal collection and how I wanted to display the specter gifts the gang have gotten (like Soul Scraps and Specter Sips) and what other cool knickknacks I wanted to put in there. But, after a looot of fiddling, I FINALLY got the room into a state I like. Or at least that I’m reasonably happy with for now. Going clockwise around the room from the door, we have –

I. Alice’s mediation corner with her stool, the fancy Werewolves moon mirror, and the three pictures she took of one of the gang’s trips into the Magic Realm in the left corner

II. A Paranormal Stuff sideboard between the two windows with the fancy palmistry hand that keeps Guidry away, a Vampires bird skull under glass, and a cute Werewolves multicolored mushroom terrarium on it, with a Vampires Gothic shelf over it with the Werewolves crescent-moon salt lamp and two Specter Sips upon it (one empty, one full – unfortunately the Paranormal Stuff bohemian shelf that was previously there no longer fit above the sideboard when I started fiddling and adding new stuff to display, so I had to change it out)

III. A display wall along the back consisting of two fancy Vampires urns (in the two black-and-white swatches) atop Paranormal Stuff accent tables (in blue and gold) in each corner, then two white fancy display cabinets from Crystal Creations containing the Soul Scraps the gang have collected flanking the spare broom Victor got and the Realm of Magic curio cabinet with Victor’s collected familiar orbs in the center. What can I say – I liked the look of the Crystal Creations cabinets, and they seemed to contain the Soul Scraps the best! (Though I did have to MOO one of the cabinets into place, because FOR SOME REASON the game kept insisting it was intersecting with another object ON A BLANK WALL. *huff* Sims 4 sometimes, I swear...)

IV. The painting Alice did on one of their trips into the Magic Realm on the right-hand wall, next to another sideboard-and-shelf combo mirroring the one on the left-hand wall – the shelf on this side is empty, but the sideboard has the cool Crystal Creations terrarium, one of the Bizarre Idols the gang has picked up, and the Paranormal Stuff mini-cowplant terrarium. I thought they were cute and gave the right vibes!

V. And then in the right-hand corner by the door is the display shelves for the special Werewolves artifacts collection, as before

*nods* I think this all looks good and gives the right vibes for the room. Though you probably noticed something missing from the séance room now – the crystal collection! What did I do with that? Well…

[arctic-hands]

If I die, know that I died in the stupidest way possible and still think of me fondly

[sugugasm]

୨୧ ˗ˏˋ OTAKU HOT GIRL ! | suguru & satoru x yn “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass.” ꒰ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ! ꒱ this is me being delusional srry, but thinkin ab gojo & geto fucking tall, curvy! reader after she begs them to watch her favorite anime with her . . like ugh rn. also forgive me if this is pure degeneracy. i was bein a horn dog n’ there’s no plot rlly :/ inspired by the one n only stallion ofc, we luv u mama

꒰ 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ꒱ : blk fem reader, uses she/her pronouns, usage of pet names like cocksleeve, love, baby, babe, sweetheart, etc. positions included such as doggystyle, double pen, themes such as choking, bratty reader, dom! satoru & suguru, rough sex ??, oral fem recieve, oral male receive, dirty talk, mentions of a size kink, lots n lots of cum, mmm yum so gross — 5.3𝑲 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

“hurry up, boys! m’ gonna’ be mad if you miss the intro. it ruins the whole experience of watching for the first time!”

“we’re comin’, woman. calm down.”

both satoru and suguru scurry around in your shared kitchen, gathering the rest of whatever horrid snack combinations they could find before jogging lightly to make their way over to you on the couch. with your feet positioned criss-crossed n’ a warm bowl of popcorn sizzling down in your lap, the only thing really missing were the two imbeciles of men you mistakenly decided to roommate with around a year or two ago.

you roll your eyes fondly as satoru and suguru finally plop down on either side of you, their arms laden with an assortment of junk food. satoru’s got a family-sized bag of cool ranch doritos tucked under one arm and a jar of peanut butter in the other hand, while suguru’s juggling a pack of oreos, a can of whipped cream, and what looks suspiciously like . . ew, a jar of pickles. what?

“are y’all for real right now?” you laugh, eyeing their haul with a mix of amusement and disgust. “ we’re about to watch anime, not enter a county fair eating contest.”

“hey, don't knock it til’ you’ve tried it,” satoru grins, ripping open the doritos and the peanut butter simultaneously. his gaze dips briefly to your chest, taking in the way your soft pink lace cami clings to your curves. “besides, we’ve gotta’ fuel up. you said this show is, and i quote, ‘a cultural reset that will redefine our understanding of feminism and body positivity in media.’ i don’t know man, that sounds intense.”

suguru snorts, unscrewing the oreo package. his eyes briefly lingering on the bare expanse of your thighs, the flimsy matching shorts riding high as you curl your legs underneath you. “pretty sure she just meant it’s got a lot of ass shakin’ and women empowerment. still, sounds pretty lovely.”

you chuck a kernel of popcorn at his head, giggling when it bounces off his nose. “excuse you, that’s a very tiny observation of ‘megan - sama : twerk hero for a new generation.’ s’ a journey of a woman’s adventure to self-love and confidence in a world that constantly tries to tear her down. she uses her sexuality as a form of power. she like, challenges the male gaze and double standards with, well . . every clap of her ass.”

satoru blinks at you, a glob of peanut butter sliding off the dorito he’s holding halfway to his mouth. “that . . was surprisingly deep, yn.”

“mmm, that's our girl,” suguru says proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. his fingers skimming over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “beautiful, brilliant, and able to find meaning in the most unlikely places. like a twerking anime.”

you elbow him playfully in the ribs, warmth blooming in your chest at the casual praise even as heat prickles across your skin at the contact. “you’re jokin’ but m’ serious,” you whine, “it celebrates a body type that’s so often shamed and or fetishized, like i dunno’ . . she faces some of the worst - but she never gives up, and that self-love is what ultimately gives her the strength to change the world around her in the end . .” you keep gushing, waxing poetic about megan’s badassery and the show’s powerful message. the boys listen attentively, nodding along, but you don't miss the way their gazes keep drifting south, tracing your figure with barely-concealed appreciation.

you hated to go on your fourth tangent of the week right now, but god, representation really did matter. it was practically rare to see your body type in entertainment — let alone that exact body type standing at a whopping 5’10. this was . . like you said, a real cultural reset.

a comfortable silence then settles as they finish taking it in, the low murmur of the anime’s opening theme — otaku hot girl, now filling the room. you sneak a glance at satoru out of the corner of your eye, surprised to find him looking thoughtful rather than skeptical like any other guy your age would.

“i can dig it,” satoru says slowly, popping a peanut butter dorito into his mouth. “more representation of different body types in media, s’ important. and i mean, objectively speaking . . .” he rakes his eyes over your form, lingering on the swell of your hips and ass. “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass. ain't nothin’ wrong with a little extra somethin' to hold onto, y’know?”

you raise a brow, something playfully bold and a little reckless brewing in your chest. “is that so? didn’t know y’liked your girls thick, gojo.”

satoru swallows, adam's apple bobbing as his gaze snaps to yours. “no, yn. i love, my girls thick,” he says, voice pitched low. “well that and, exploring your sexuality n’ confidence in general is jus’ sexy . . as hell.”

“hmmm, i see. getou?” you turn to suguru, head cocked. “any thoughts?”

suguru’s smile is slow and devastating, dark promise in his eyes. “he’s not wrong. m’ sure you know that though. body like . . yours, s’the kinda canvas i could spend hours worshipping. takes an incel to not appreciate it, honestly.”

“oh please. all that bravado, but i can’t you couldn’t handle me even if you tried.” you shimmy your shoulders, drawing attention to the truly tremendous amount of cleavage your cami isn't concealing. “you'd probably bust in your boxers if you so much as touched this ass. thank youuu.”

but even as you say that with all the confidence in the world, you can’t help but to think . . ‘what if?’ what if they could? what if you were talkin’ straight out of your ass right now just to have it be thrown in your face later on? — no, never, couldn’t be.

and later on, as the end credits of the final episode roll, you stretch languidly, you’d forgotten about the thought, feeling pleasantly buzzed from two pretty drinks the three of you had earlier and the easy camaraderie of the night. satoru and suguru have been the perfect viewing companions, cracking jokes and providing commentary that had you in stitches more often than not.

but all in all, underneath the lighthearted banter, you can feel something else tiptoeing - a tension, an electricity that’s been building all night. it’s in the way satoru’s gaze lingers on the curve of your throat as you tip your head back to laugh. it’s in the heat of suguru’s palm on your knee, his thumb rubbing absent circles that inch higher and higher with each passing minute.

“so . .” satoru drawls as the autoplay timer counts down to the next season. “that was . . actually enlightening annnd i just followed megan on instagram. so, when will she be mine?”

“mhmm, told you,” you laugh, feeling loose and languid from the warmth of the alcohol in your veins and the solid press of their bodies on either side of you. “and i dunno, join the club. she’s a fuckin’ queen. knows what she wants and goes for it, she’s inspirational, and an overall bad bitch, duh — i want her too.”

“kinda like someone else we know,” suguru muses, a sly curl to his lips as he turns to face you. his eyes are dark, heated in a way that makes your breath catch. “ain’t that right, yn?”

you swallow, pulse picking up speed as you meet his loaded gaze. “oh? and who might that be?”

“you,” satoru says bluntly, shifting to angle his body towards you as well. the movement brings him close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, the firm press of his muscular thigh against yours. “talkin’ all that shit earlier, bout’ how we couldn’t handle you. you think that, babe?”

oh . . so maybe you were wrong.

and they had planned on it proving that to you.

there’s a challenge in his tone, a dare that sends a frisson of anticipation skittering down your spine. you lick your lips, noting with a thrill how both their gazes zero in on the movement, “maybe i did,” you say, pitching your voice low and breathy. “what’re you gonna’ do about it?”

suguru makes a rough sound in the back of his throat, fingers flexing on your knee. “oh, well since you asked . . we can give a little demo - show you exactly what we’re gonna’ do about it. ain’t that right, satoru?”

“damn straight,” satoru growls, a wicked gleam in his eye. “whaddaya’ say, sweet thing? why don’t you go ahead n’ show us what makes you a hot girl, yn?” he finishes.

heart pounding, skin prickling with goosebumps, you lift your chin in clear provocation. “tch, whatever. bring it on then, bitches. show me what you’ve got.”

of course you’d challenge them. why wouldn’t you? you quite literally had the power of god and megan on your side.

twin groans meet your bold words, suguru’s hand tightening convulsively on your leg as satoru’s eyes blaze with intent. “don’t mind if we do,” satoru rasps, voice gone low and gravelly with want. “been fuckin’ gagging for it all night, watchin’ you all curled up and cozy in this tiny ass pajama set, lookin’ good enough to eat . .”

“gonna’ fuckin’ devour you,” suguru vows, already shifting to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “gonna’ put this bratty little mouth to good use, fuck, been dyin’ to feel these pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

you moan, head tipping back to grant him better access even as your hands come up to fist in satoru’s hair, dragging him down for a filthy, biting kiss. he groans into your mouth, licking past the seam of your lips to tangle his tongue with yours, one large hand palming roughly at your breast through the flimsy lace of your cami.

“fuckin’ tease,” he pants when you break apart for air, fingers already working at the tiny buttons holding the top closed. “prancin’ around in this scrap of nothin’ all night, like a slut. y’knew we wouldn’t be able to stop thinkin’ about you, baby.”

“why don’t you tell me?” you breathe, emboldened by the blatant need in their faces, the desperate flex of their hands on your body. “c’mon, boys, use your words. what’ve you been thinkin’ about doin’ to me all night, huh? how’re you gonna’ shut me up, put me in my place?”

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” suguru swears feelingly, wrenching himself away from your neck to stare at you with wild, hungry eyes. “keep talkin’ like that and i’m gonna lose it, i swear.”

“then lose it,” you purr, hooking a leg over his hip and using the leverage to grind yourself against his straining erection. he hisses, hips rocking forward to press the thick line of his cock harder against your aching center. “c’mon, sugu baby, show me how bad you want it. show me exactly what this bratty little tease does to you.”

“fuck, you fuckin’ - get her naked,” suguru snarls to satoru, already fumbling with the tie of your shorts. “fuckin’ get her naked right goddamn now, i can’t - i gotta’ taste her, gotta’ get my mouth on this sweet cunt before i fucking explode . .”

satoru doesn't waste any time, practically ripping your cami open in his haste to get at your bared tits. you cry out sharply as he latches onto one straining nipple, suckling hard and grazing the sensitized bud with his teeth. “oh fuck, oh god, yes!”

your shorts and panties are yanked down your legs, the sudden rush of cool air on your heated flesh making you gasp. and then suguru is shouldering past satoru to find his way between your thighs, pushing them open wide and burying his face in your dripping cunt with a guttural moan of satisfaction, “i call first,” he mumbles into your pussy.

satoru scoffs an agitated, “not fair, but whatever,” and you can’t help but to giggle at the sheer fact that they were quite literally bickering over who was gonna’ eat your pussy first.

“shut the fuck up — ”

“aht, aht! hey, all my munches get along so . . y’all about to argue all day or what?” you mutter, and as if they were being scolded back in their early sourcerer days - they hush, and then, “holy shit!” you whimper, back arching clear off the couch as suguru goes to town, licking and suckling at your clit like a man starved. “o-oh my god, sugu, you’re s’good . .”

“mm, y’like that, sweetheart?” satoru husks, sucking and then pulling off your nipple with a lewd pop. his hand palms roughly at your other breast, plucking at the stiff peak, drawing high, breathy cries from your throat. “like the way he eats this pretty pussy, fucks you with his tongue? gonna’ make you cum so hard you scream, baby, gonna’ make you fucking flood his mouth.”

“y-yes,” you gasp, fisting your hands in both their hair as suguru goes even harder, slipping two fingers into your clenching hole and pumping them in time with the relentless suction of his lips around your throbbing clit. “yes, fuck, m’gonna cum already, gonna’ come on your face sugu, please, fuck, m’ so close . .”

“that's it,” satoru coaxes, pinching your nipple viciously, making you yelp. “give it up, yn, fucking come for us like a good girl, wanna hear you scream . .”

suguru crooks his fingers just right, rubbing mercilessly against the spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids, and you shatter with a raw sob of their names. your cunt clamps down vise-tight on his thrusting digits as you gush around them, release flooding his chin and dripping down his wrist.

he works you through the aftershocks with hitching praises and soft kitten licks, only pulling away when you start twitching from oversensitivity. he rocks back onto his heels, wiping and licking around his mouth with the back of his hand and tongue, eyes hazy and satisfied as he takes in your wrecked, limp form. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he slurs, words edged with wonder. “shit - look at you, jesus, all fucked out and dripping just from my mouth. i told you i could spend hours between these thighs, baby, i wasnt lyin’.”

“h-hours, huh?” you manage, breath still coming in shuddery gasps. “that mean you’re done with me already, sugu?”

his eyes sharpen, a predatory curl to his lips that sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. “not even close, pretty girl. m’ jus’ gettin’ warmed up.”

“why don’t you let her catch her breath,” satoru suggests, something dark and intent in his gaze as his eyes rove over your naked, trembling body. he palms his cock through his sweats, hissing at the contact. “still gotta put that mouth to work, remember?”

your cunt clenches weakly at the implication, arousal already starting to rekindle in your veins. “gimmie’ a minute to recover and i’ll put it to work all night long,” you promise, licking your lips. “wanna’ choke on it, toru. want you to fuck my throat . . please.”

“jesus, fuck, you’re so nasty,” satoru groans, fisting a hand in your hair and dragging you up for a brief, brutal kiss. “gonna’ wreck you, baby. gonna’ fuckin’ ruin you for anyone else, mark you up inside n’ out until all you can think about is us, all you can feel is us stretching that hungry little pussy wide . .”

“oh please,” you whimper, already halfway there just from their words, their roving hands, the hot press of their bodies caging you in on either side. “god, please, i want it — fuck me stupid, i don’t care.”

“and we will,” suguru vows, fingers dipping back between your legs to circle your slick, twitching entrance. “gonna’ pump you so full of cum, baby, shit, gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt.” you keen high in your throat, the images they’re painting sending heat licking through your veins like wildfire. you want it, want them, with an intensity that’s scarce.

“so what’re you waiting for?” you rasp, disentangling yourself from their groping hands to shimmy off the couch and drop to your knees between their splayed thighs. you rest your palms high on their legs, thumbs teasing at the straining bulges tenting their sweats. “i believe i was promised a face fucking . . and y’know i hate broken promises. don’t make me beg.”

“brat,” satoru husks, eyes practically black with lust as he lifts his hips so you can tug his pants down his thighs. his cock springs free, thick and ruddy and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. “let’s see how cocky you are with your mouth full. won’t be able to sass when you’re chokin’ on dick.”

“choking? you promise, daddy?” you purr, shuffling closer on your knees, hands running teasingly up and down their thighs. suguru makes a strangled noise, hands clenching into fists at his sides like it’s taking everything in him not to grab you.

“open,” satoru demands hoarsely. “open that smart fucking mouth. lemme’ feed you.” you part your lips obediently, tongue darting out to swipe at the swollen head of his dick. he jerks like he’s been electrocuted, a guttural moan punching out of his chest as you proceed to lave at his cock like an ice cream cone, all kittenish licks and teasing flicks that have him cursing up a storm above you.

“gonna’ kill me,” he grits out, hips flexing like it's taking everything he has to keep from fucking up into your mouth. “yn, jesus, quit teasing and suck it, shit — suck it baby, please . .” deciding to put him out of his misery, you open wide and sink down, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as you can. he shouts, hands flying to your hair as you set up a steady rhythm, bobbing and sucking and swirling your tongue until he’s leaking a steady stream of precum down your throat.

suguru is panting harshly on your other side, fisting his own cock with short, rough strokes as he watches you work over satoru. “look so fuckin’ pretty with a dick in your mouth,” he praises raspily, thumb collecting the bead of moisture at his tip and reaching down to smear it across your lips where they're stretched wide around satoru. “made to be a fuckin’ eater, weren’t you sweetheart? made for us, made to take what you’re given, aren’t you?”

you whimper around your mouthful, the degradation making your cunt clench up hard. you redouble your efforts, relaxing your throat and sinking down until satoru’s cock is nudging the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis.

“holy fucking shit,” he wheezes, fingers tightening in your hair to hold you there. “oh my god, oh fuck, your fucking throat, m'gonna come, gonna come right down your slutty little neck . .”

“do it,” suguru growls, hand still fisting his own cock, the wet slap of skin on skin obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. “feed her that load, man, fucking paint her throat, make her gag.”

satoru cums with a hoarse shout, cock pulsing on your tongue as he empties himself down your throat. you swallow it all, working your tongue along the throbbing underside to draw out every last drop until he's shaking and pushing you off with an overwhelmed grunt. and you pull off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick, chin wet with drool and the remnants of his release. before you can even catch your breath, suguru is grabbing you by the hair and dragging you over to his waiting cock, the head an angry purple and weeping steadily.

“looks like s’ my turn now, hm?” he grits out, tracing the seam of your lips with his cock, smearing the slickness around like obscene lipgloss. “back open, c’mon.”

you let your jaw drop wide once again, and then he’s pushing in, stretching your lips wide around his girth as he feeds you every thick, throbbing inch. he sets a punishing pace from the start, one hand cupped under your chin to feel his cock moving in your throat as the other winds tight in your hair, holding you still for his thrusts.

“oh fuck yeah,” he rasps, eyes fever-bright as he stares down at you, taking in your glazed eyes and drool-slick chin, the vulgar bulge of your throat. “takin’ it like a champ aren’t ya’? so pretty like this, baby. y’like it, like daddy’s cock buried in your throat like this?” you moan around him, looking up at him through your lashes as you hollow your cheeks and suck viciously — vacuum technique doing absolute wonders by the looks of it. he curses, rhythm faltering as his cock throbs warningly against your tongue.

satoru is suddenly there, pressing up against your back, arms banding around your waist as clever fingers find your aching nipples and pluck at them roughly. “your face is so pretty,” he husks in your ear, stubble rasping against your neck as he mouths at your throat. “it’ll look even prettier painted . . c’mon make him cum, you’ve earned it.”

the filthy words combined with the sharp mix of pleasure pain of his fingers on your nipples has you shuddering, cunt clenching down on nothing as a bolt of heat sizzles up your spine. suguru’s is close, you can tell by the way his thrusts are going erratic, his cock pulsing faster against your tongue.

“f-fuck, oh fuck, m’gonna cum,” he warns, high and tight, hips snapping forward once, twice more before he's pulling out abruptly, fisting his cock with desperate strokes. “open your mouth, fuck, stick out your tongue baby, wanna’ see it, fuckin’ shit!”

you obey mindlessly, tipping your face up and extending your tongue, a lewd, pornographic presentation. suguru loses it at the sight, shouting brokenly as his orgasm crashes over him, cock jerking in his grip as he paints your face with ropey streams of pearlescent white.

you moan shakily, back arching as some of his release hits your waiting tongue, the salty-musk taste of him flooding your senses. you feel debauched, utterly wrecked and still desperately turned on, your cunt a throbbing mess of need between your legs.

“holy shit!” suguru pants, slumping back against the couch, chest heaving. he takes in your cum - streaked face, the way you’re panting and squirming, still perched on your knees between them. “you’re a fuckin' vision, you know that? prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, all messy and marked up, fuck.”

“mmm, but she’s not finished though, are you baby?” satoru purrs, fingers drifting down to tease through your soaked folds, making you gasp and buck your hips. “look, she’s still hungry for it, so ready for more like the insatiable little slut you are. tell us what you need, sweetheart. tell us how you want us to wreck this pussy.”

“both of you,” you manage, voice a needy rasp. you reach down to circle your swollen clit, putting on a show for them. “want both you in me, filling me up t-til’ i can’t fuckin’ take it.”

“fuck,” satoru swears emphatically, cock already twitching with renewed interest. “yeah baby, we can do that, no problem. so sorry if we make you cry.”

“we gotta’ get her on the bed,” susguru demands, pulling you up and herding you towards satoru’s room. “need you spread out for us, wanna’ wreck you properly.”

you go willingly, eagerly, practically trembling with anticipation as they usher you into the bedroom, tearing their clothes off as they go. they descend upon you like men starved as soon as your back hits the mattress, hands and mouths roving over every inch of bared skin until you're writhing and keening beneath their attentions.

suguru pushes your thighs open and buries his face between them, groaning at the taste of your arousal. he licks into you like a man dying of thirst, tongue delving deep and curling just right to make you see stars. “fuckin’ drenched,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to circle your entrance with one long finger, gathering the slickness. “absolutely soaked for it, aren't you baby? dripping for our cocks, greedy little pussy desperate to be stuffed full.”

“please,” you whimper, back arching as he pushes two fingers knuckle-deep, pumping them lazily. “oh fuck, g-getou, more, need more!”

“ive got you,” satoru rasps, rolling on a condom and slicking himself up with lube. he shifts up the bed until he’s bracketing your head with his knees, the thick jut of his cock bobbing mere inches from your face. “gonna’ give this filthy mouth something to do while sugu opens up your hungry cunt, yeah? gonna’ fuck your throat while he fingers you sloppy, get you nice and ready for us both.”

you open eagerly for him, relaxing your jaw as he feeds his cock past your lips. he groans at the wet heat of your mouth, at the way you hollow your cheeks and suck, working your tongue along the throbbing underside.

“there you go,” he praises roughly, grabbing a handful of your hair and giving a shallow thrust. “just like that baby, fuck, feel like heaven around my dick . .”

you moan around him as suguru works a third finger into your dripping cunt, scissoring and curling them just right to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. the dual stimulation has you shaking, the obscene sounds of satoru’s cock gliding through the slick clutch of your throat and suguru’s fingers pumping wetly into your pussy filling the room.

“she’s good to go,” suguru declares after a few endless minutes, pulling his fingers free and wiping them clean on the sheets. he slicks himself up, shifting into position between your spread thighs. “gonna’ wreck this pussy, baby, you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted this, wanted you. i think about you while i dream . .”

how could something said be so blended with both degeneracy and sweetness.

he pushes in on one smooth glide, the breath punching from his lungs in a guttural moan as your walls clench down greedily around him. “mm, what a tight fit. shit. gripping me, yn, goddamn.”

you sob brokenly around satoru’s cock as suguru bottoms out, hips flush against yours. he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, rolling his hips in deep, devastating grinds that have you seeing stars.

satoru keeps rocking into your mouth, hands fisted in your hair to hold you in place for his thrusts. you take it eagerly, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat but relaxing to let him push deeper, until your nose is pressed against his pelvis with every pump of his hips.

“m’ gonna’ cum down your throat again,” satoru grits out after a few minutes of spit-roasting you between them. “gonna’ get you all warmed up, honey.”

you moan helplessly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe around his considerable girth. just as spots start to dance in your vision, satoru stiffens and curses, hips jerking erratically as he spills into your mouth with a hoarse shout. “there you go baby, breathe for me — agh fuck yes. choke on daddy’s dick, thas’ good girl.” he then pulls out carefully, cradling your jaw as you cough and gasp, chest heaving.

suguru is still working into you from below, the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls almost unbearably good. you’re so fucking full of him, stretched around his thickness, but you still feel so empty, aching for more.

“please,” you rasp, looking up at satoru with wet, pleading eyes. “need your cock inside me too, need both of you fucking me, filling me, please.”

“such a needy little thing,” satoru marvels, eyes dark and hungry on your face. “gonna’ give it to you, baby, don’t worry. want me to stuff that pussy, hm? confuse you on whose is whose,” he laughs.

he slides down your body, shifting to kneel behind suguru between your lewdly spread legs. slicking up his fingers with more lube, he circles your stretched rim where suguru is steadily pumping into you, dipping just the tip of one finger in alongside his thrusting cock.

you keen high in your throat at the added stretch, the slight burn as he works you open further. suguru groans at the increased tightness, at the filthy drag of satoru’s fingers around his pistoning cock as he meticulously stretches you out. “god, look at you,” suguru pants, sounding absolutely wrecked as he stares down at where you're taking them both, hole straining wide and shiny-slick with lube and your own arousal. “pretty, little cunt all desperate for it, practically begging to be stuffed full. you want that, baby? want both of us crammed up in that pussy, wanna’ be our fuckin’ cocksleeve?”

“yes,” you sob, past the point of shame or restraint. “please, fuck, want it, want you both so deep in me, wan’ it to almost hurt . .”

“holy shit,” satoru swears feelingly, pulling his fingers free and lining his cock up alongside suguru’s. the blunt pressure against your already stuffed hole has you nearly hyperventilating, squirming down onto them eagerly. “okay, baby, deep breaths. gonna’ put both of us in, yeah?” you nod, and he pushes in hard, forcing his cockhead in alongside suguru’s with a devastating stretch. you wail brokenly, back bowing as you’re split open on their straining cocks, the burn of it so intense it borders on both pleasure and pain. but then suguru is rolling his hips and satoru is grinding into you and oh, oh it’s fucking perfect, the drag of them against your walls, the way they throb and pulse in tandem inside you.

“fuck,” suguru wheezes, sweat rolling down his temples. “o-oh fuck, fuck, fuck!.”

“m’ not gonna last,” satoru warns, voice absolutely shattered as he starts to move, drawing out only to slam back in, forcibly creating space for himself in your overstuffed channel. “yn, o-ooh, pussy’s stranglin’ me, baby — m’gonna cum.”

“do it,” you demand breathlessly, rolling your hips up to meet their thrusts, taking them impossibly deeper. “cum in me . . claim m-me.” with twin shouts they comply, snapping their hips forward one, two, three more times before they’re cumming hard, cocks pulsing in tandem as they empty themselves into you. you moan brokenly at the feel of it, of their release flooding your cunt, marking you up from the inside out.

they collapse against you as they come down, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. you whimper as their softening cocks slip free of your abused hole, a river of come slipping out after them to soak the sheets.

“holy f-fuck,” satoru rasps after a long moment, pressing a reverent kiss to your shoulder. “that was fucking crazy . .”

“and incredible,” suguru adds, sounding just as dazed. “yn, baby, fuck. we wrecked you, jesus.”

“mmm, you did,” you agree, feeling utterly boneless and fucked-out in the best way. “absolutely ruined me for anyone else, jus’ like you promised.”

“good,” satoru growls, something fiercely possessive in his gaze as it rakes over your limp, satisfied form. “because this pussy? this filthy, perfect pussy? it belongs to us now. you belong to us now . . .”

you glance briefly at the tv, dick drunk and pleasure high. part of you thinks you should probably pay your respects to the anime that facilitated this unexpected but very welcome turn of events, but the rest of you is preoccupied with trying not to black out as satoru and suguru keep their attention on you.

megan-sama, you think muzzily, just before suguru starts to nip at your shoulder again, bless your ratchet heart. you the real mvp.

and then coherency flees completely as your boys descend on you once more, cutting off anything resembling higher thought.

the last fleeting thing you remember is a deep, unshakable gratitude for your beautifully crafted body and the incredible dudes about to spend the foreseeable future worshipping it.

thick thighs save lives, indeed.

there’s only one you.

we love you meg.

[idontknowreallywhy]

4 - Patience

Penultimate instalment in this ‘what is the earth without the sky?’ angst-fest. Although mischievous-hallucination-Scotty does add a degree of lightness if you ignore the actual agony of his existence. He’s been making me chuckle…

And I say penultimate because I’ve written the last bit too. Where it gets a little better. HOLD THE PHONE, DID I ACTUALLY FINISH A FIC??

Presence, Absence, Divulgence…

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One thing he would say for the drugs, they had dampened his hunger. He guessed they knew that which was why he’d barely been given anything to eat beyond bland nutrition shakes. Scotty kept scoffing cookies and pie at the foot of the bed and wouldn’t share.

At one point he was tucking into an outrageously large rib eye steak with fries. Virgil begged for a bite but he’d shook his head and wagged a finger with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Virgil threw a pillow at him and then regretted it when his brother disappeared for a while. Then the hunger did too, leaving behind only emptiness and an ache that made him nauseous.

Next time Virgil woke, Scotty was back and flicking popcorn at his little brother. Thankfully, now the sedatives and whatever else he’d been taking were wearing off, his reflexes were much better. He managed to reach out and catch several of the kernels, although kept dropping them and losing them amongst the bedsheets before he could get them into his mouth. His gross motor control was improving quicker than his fine motor, he reasoned. That was fine. He only needed to walk… maybe run, and that was a gross motor thing.

Maybe he could test that out now?

He’d realised the checks by the medical staff followed a very regular pattern. According to the glowing numbers to his right, they could be relied upon to appear every 30 mins or so, between 05 and 10 mins past the hour and between 35 and 40. Unless he did anything weird. When they’d found the pillow on the floor that seemed to have prompted some extra visits but as long as he kept being compliant and drowsy nobody came in between.

Except Dad. He’d been there a few times but after that first occasion post Virgil overhearing what he’d overheard… when Dad didn’t tell him anything new… Virgil pretended to be asleep while he was there. The most useful thing to come out of those visits was he’d heard his father mention a room number and “upstairs” to someone waiting outside the door. Virgil memorised the number - 726 - but decided not to ‘wake’ to ask about it. If he wasn’t going to be trusted with the information, he and Scotty would find out for themselves.

Dad had been weird anyway, ever since Virgil had punched him on the roof of the ranch. He couldn’t quite remember what had prompted that, or why he was there in the first place but he knew it had been Scotty’s fault. At some point he’d have to have a word with his brother about why he hadn’t stood up for him and explained how everything was perfectly safe.

Scotty himself just chatted away about flying and stories from the air force and that seemed to keep Dad happy. He suspected his father preferred hearing from Scott anyway, even though Virgil knew none of the stories were new. They had more in common. And as far as he knew Scott had never hit their father. Virgil tried to stop thinking about that. He suspected there would be a Conversation at some point.

Anyway, Dad had been here a few hours ago and probably wouldn’t be back again today. And it was currently 20 mins past the hour. So. As long as he was quiet…

Virgil carefully pushed back the sheets, swung his legs round and flinched as his bare feet met the cool lino. Everything ached. He reached out to Scotty to give him a hand up but his frustrating sibling grinned and backed away with his hands held out, beckoning, like when they were helping Allie learn to walk.

Allie. Virgil could feel in his gut that there was a Conversation due with his littlest brother too but the reason escaped him at the moment.

He blinked rapidly and refocused. He toddled on unpractised legs and slightly numb toes toward Scotty who backed away slowly until he stepped right through the wall.

The idiot.

Virgil wasn’t stupid enough to follow, the nurses would see him if he went outside his room. He rested his hands gently against the insipid green paintwork and then pivoted to walk around the outside of the small room until he reached the other side of the bed and climbed slowly back in, shoving Scotty over to make room. Despite getting a little tangled in the sheets which required some moderate flailing to put right, the prisoner managed to be appropriately restful-looking when the overly cheerful nurse arrived at 36 minutes past the hour. He maintained the act despite his maddening brother hiding under the sheets and poking him in the side. With a heroic effort Virgil kept a straight face and only allowed the giggles to escape once the nurse had left the room.

He practised twice more that day, the last time trying a little jog from one side of the room to the other which worked ok except the awful elastic-free pajama pants he was wearing slipped alarmingly. No matter, he’d just have to keep a hand free to hold them up. Scotty was no help at all, just leaning up against the wall and cackling in his ridiculous kookaburra way. Virgil had a mind to steal his jeans and make him wear the stupid pants of indignity, see how suave he’d look then.

But, idiot brothers aside, he was ready. All he needed to do was be patient. As well as A patient. Scotty had liked that one judging by the wink and the finger guns.

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He woke to the sound of a kerfuffle and Scotty shaking his shoulder. Multiple pairs of feet ran past his door and down the corridor and he could hear yelling and cursing from one of the other rooms. His eyes widened and Scotty nodded at him in confirmation.

This was their chance.

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[william-m-lucipher]

i have a friend who wants to know if you'd taste like nacho cheese. or cool ranch. or maybe sweet chili? being the dorito man and all :]

.....

I'LL HUMOR YOU AND GIVE YOU A FLAVOR THAT I THINK FITS MY PERSONALITY. I WOULDN'T ACTUALLY TASTE LIKE THIS, THOUGH. THE TASTE OF MY BODY ISN'T EXACTLY DESCRIBABLE IN ANY HUMAN LANGUAGE, LET ALONE A CHIP FLAVOR.

TRUTH IS, NO DORITO FLAVOR IS COMPARABLE TO ME AT ALL. POPCORNERS, ON THE OTHER HAND, THEIR SPICY QUESO FLAVOR SEEMS LIKE THE PERFECT FIT!

[chiqitadave]

top 5 depression meals that slap hard and fill me with melancholy:

saltine crackers + white chocolate raspberry ice cream

cream cheese icing + popcorn

nutella or peanut butter on a plate, bunch of marshmallows on top, microwave for like 15 seconds

bagel bites

crunch up snack size bag of cool ranch doritos, pour into kraft mac and cheese (the microwaveable kind, add doritos after microwaved)

[moody4world]

Real rider

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

equestrian y/n teaching jack the basics of horse riding for churchill downs mv

this is fluff

Jack had just dropped his brand new album called home the kids miss you. He had already recorded a music video for first class but he was mostly excited to film his music video for churchill downs with THE drake himself.

He had proposed his idea of what he’d want to include in the music video to his directors and one of those scenes included jack riding a horse. Only problem with that was that Jack had never ridden a horse in his life. But he was dead set on having this in his music video.

“Come on Neelam there’s gotta be someone you know that can teach me, I mean how hard can it be right?” “Oh you’d be surprised, I do know someone and it’s definitely not as easy as you think Jack, you want to learn how to ride a horse at a high speed in the span of a few days when you’ve never even sat on a horse before, be for real.”

Jack stared at Neelam looking very offended but he knew she had a point. A really good one at that. But the last thing he was going to do is give up. “Okay okay that’s true but if they’re such a professional i can at least learn the basics right? I just really want this to look cool as fuck.”

“Fine i’ll give her a call later and see what I can do for you.”

“This is exactly why I never fired you.”

“Jack what the hell?”

“I’m kidding i’m kidding…wait did you say she?”

“Uh…yeah is that a problem?”

“No of course not I just thought it’d be a guy”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve just never seen you hang out with a horse girl before.”

“Oh god please don’t call her that or she’ll flip her shit. She hates it when people call her that.”

“Gee thanks for the heads up.”

Later that day you were watching a random movie that was recommended to you by a friend on netflix when your phone started ringing. You picked it up to see it was Neelam and you accepted the call. “Hey Neelam what’s up?” You said while stuffing your face with popcorn. “Hi y/n! just work and more work, you know how it is.” “Yeah that’s literally all you do, why’d you call though? is everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah everything is great..but”

“Uh oh what is it?”

“It’s nothing bad but I just need you to do me this one favor for the next two weeks and I promise i’ll pay you and everything just please help me out or this boy won’t leave me alone.” Neelam rambled

“You had me at the word pay but what do I have to do for the next two weeks? thats a lot of days.”

“Can you teach Jack how to ride a horse for his music video?”

You paused your movie at the mention of Jack’s name and put your bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of you.

“Uhm yeah..yeah sure that’s fine I can do that. When do we start?”

“Are you available this friday?”

“Yeah that’s perfect, i’m sure you remember where the ranch is so i’ll see you then.”

“Thank you so so much y/n i’ll text you a time and more details later okay?”

“Okay byee”

You let out a heavy sigh after you both hung up. “I haven’t seen Jack in person in years…will he even recognize me? okay he probably will you haven’t changed THAT much y/n come on. Yeah that’s true…ugh i really hope he’s nicer now cause that dumpling joke was so annoying….it was kinda cute tho. Girl snap out of it. I’m literally having a whole dialogue with myself about this and I haven’t even started teaching him yet jesus christ.”

Everyone talks to themselves….I just happen to do it a lot more than usual and there’s nothing wrong with that. I knew Jack since middle school, we always had the same classes and he would sit near my lunch table and our friends usually hung out together. He never bullied me or anything like that cause i’d refuse to let a young jb look alike who raps to bully me. He just always pointed out things that made me feel slightly embarrassed. Like that one time he called my kermit and mrs. piggy socks cute which made his friends laugh about it. He apologized afterwards and said he really meant it but I mean who knows.

Friday comes around and I made sure I got to the ranch early to set everything up. I got the horses ready and even had enough time left to have a quick snack. A few minutes after I was done, I saw Neelam walking in with Jack. I walked over, meeting them half way. Neelam gives me a tight hug swaying us side to side as we always did when we see each other. “y/n!!!! hiiii” “It’s been way too long Nee” “I knooow this guy keeps me way too busy.” She says pointing towards Jack who’s standing there all awkward with his hands behind his back. He puts his hand forward and I do the same shaking his hand “Jack” “y/n” there’s an awkward silence between the three of us until Neelam clears her throat and breaks the silence “Oh..kay uh i’m gonna go and leave you two to it then. y/n good luck with this one.” “I think i’m gonna need it so thanks” “I’m standing right here…you guys realize that right?”Neelam laughs and walks towards the exit of the ranch. Once Neelam was out of earshot Jack turns to me and goes. “Long time no see y/n l/n” ugh here he goes with the last name. For some reason he could never just say my first name like everyone else. “Yeah long time no see…clearly not much has changed.” “I don’t see why that’s a bad thing dumpling.”

There it is..that old nickname. I didn’t want to have feelings for this guy but the butterflies were unavoidable at this point. He’s taller now, he has a nice beard, his hair is curlier, his voice is also deeper but his cute goofy smile is still the same and clearly the nicknames too. “I was hoping you’d forget about that name.” I said awkwardly. “I did until I saw your chubby cheeks again.” “Stop pointing it out” I said defensively but in a joking way, he laughs and puts his hands up in defense “I’ll stop…no promises.”

“Okay enough talking let’s get started or we’ll never get you to ride a horse in time for your music video.” “Okay let’s go”

Getting Jack to even get on a horse was harder than you expected.

“Pay attention to what I do so you can do it after me.” I get on the horse making sure to do it at a pace that he can follow and once i’m seated i turn to him and tell him to do what I did. Since he’s tall you would think its much easier but nope. This guy took like 5 minutes to even get on the horse, to be fair I didn’t pick our nicest horse for him either but he got on eventually. I got a good laugh out of seeing him struggle with something that was so easy to me though, no regrets so far.

After we did a little bit of trotting we took the horses for short walk before calling it a day. “So..how do you know Neelam?” he asked me out of no where “Uh…we met through a mutual friend” “Why are you lying?” “Who says i’m lying?” I was definitely lying, but how did he know that??? did Neelam tell him how we met?

No probably not cause he didn’t even know I was his instructor. “You did that awkward smile you used to do when you lie….so how did you guys really meet?”How does he even remember that?! i’m feeling those stupid butterflies again too get it together y/n. “Okay fine, I used to date her cousin a few years back and we got really close.” “Used to?” I don’t remember Jack being this nosey damn “You sure are nosey Jackman.” he shrugged.

“Not nosey just curious. I’d hate to be your ex, I know he feels stupid.” “You don’t even know what caused the break up.” “By your body language i can tell he’s the one that fucked up though.” “Yeah he did but i’ve been over it for a while now.” “Any new dudes in your life?” “No, just enjoying life as it comes these days. How about you mister rapper? new groupie every night or what?” “Who’s the nosey one now huh?” he says with a smirk. I know he did not just flip the script on me. “You asked a bunch of questions and all I asked is one and now i’m the nosey one?” “I’m just messing with you. But no i’m not like that… not anymore at least.” “Oh wow” He looked offended at my reply but can you blame me? he’s so popular now.

“What do you mean by oh wow? do I look like a manwhore to you?” I give him the look of “do you really want me to answer that?” “Okay don’t answer that” and we both started laughing. “Do you wanna do a small race to the stalls?” he looked at me as if i had grown two heads “ A race?!? are you trying to kill me? I thought we were getting along.” “You’re so dramatic it’s like 7 feet away” “Are you forgetting that you’re the real rider here and not me? I’m just an intern” “Okay prospect, no race this time. You’re such a party pooper.” “If you’re a good teacher and I get the hang of this by the end of these two weeks i’ll race you. Deal?” “Deal” We shook on it and continued our way to the stalls. Unlike getting on the horse, Jack had no issues getting off of it and he was quick to offer me his hand to help me get down.

Of course I didn’t need it but I decided to entertain him and accepted the help anyway. For whatever reason my horse, Talula felt like it was good moment to push me off and of course it had to be like one of those cliché rom coms. You know the ones where the girl falls into the guys chest and their faces are so close they’re almost breathing the same air and they look into each other’s eyes like its the prettiest thing they’ve ever seen?

Well that’s exactly what was happening between Jack and I. Until Talula decided to push me again and we both snapped out of it. His right arm was still around my waist and his other hand was still holding mine. I frantically pushed him away and stepped back brushing my clothes off from the invisible dust and possible horse fur.

“Sorry about that.” Jack apologized “No no it’s fine.” I started nervously laughing.He started walking backwards towards the exit “Tomorrow same time?” “Yeah, same time” “Alright, see you tomorrow dumpling.” He turned around now walking to the exit with his back towards me. “Stop calling me that.” “Not a chance dumpling.” He glanced at me over his shoulder with a smug grin on his face. I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t hold back my smile. After a full day of teaching Jack some of the basics and catching up a little bit I can say that he’s definitely the same goofy Jack that he was when I first met him in middle school. Maybe these next two weeks won’t be so bad after all.

[withoutalice]

max eats so much it unbelievable to anyone watching. he can't help it and it makes him sick.

whether it's buying out all the sugar cookies or all the caramel popcorn or stacks of frozen pizzas; pastries on sale and boxes of donuts, as much pasta that can be made in a 4 gallon pot; huge bottles of condiments like mayo and ranch, it's probably only going to last him a couple days

(tw for health complications, using the bathroom and sui-ideation)

he wakes up and his brain is already trying to kill him. he doesn't get good sleep from nightmares anyway, but the waking moments are worse. his thoughts are so loud and he has to distract himself or he's scared he'll do something bad. he can't be a threat again.

He grabs the bag of donuts and starts shoveling them in, mouth thick with dough, roof of his mouth burning from the gluten and sugar. it lessens the intrusive thoughts. he eats quietly, sitting on the floor. once they're all gone he grabs his next snack, possibly energon soda, thick and syrupy. he attempts to sit as his table, but the chair crumbles. it shocks him into sobbing, so he silences himself with the drink. (this is the third chair he's broken, he swore he'd never let it happen again but it did and he wants to die over it)

that's only his breakfast. lunch is another box of cookies. but he cant just have something sweet, he needs savory. he chooses a frozen ready-bake lasagna. he snacks on a large bag salty chips while he waits in front of the oven. the snacks all gone even before the oven beeps, and he rubs his belly anxiously. once it beeps he pulls it out of the oven, waits a minute for it to cools, then eats it wetly and loudly on the tile floor infront of the oven. he won't risk breaking more furniture.

he's happy that he gets into a food coma until dinner, when he's asleep because his body can't adjust to the sugars its all better. [____] can't get him here, its like heaven.

If only waking up felt good. he wakes up ravenous, body shaking and cramping because of the sugar dropping. he whimpers and whines when he quickly pours juice down his intake. he feels like pizza for dinner. maybe some ramen noodles as well. he starts with boiling the water and heating the pizza just like he did for the lasagna. it'll take longer for these items to cook so max runs a system check.

max realizes that he has to go back to his washracks, his oil pan full from the liquids and sodas. he steps in there to void really quickly, struggling with aim due to his size. he decides to step under some solvent really quickly and wash up. when he exits he finds himself face to face with his dreaded mirror.

he can barely recognize himself and wants to extinguish his own spark because of his weight. close to dropping dead from my habits anyways, he thinks to himself. no point in making a mess, his brain whispers when he looks at his gun. looking at his self inflicted and war scars, the thoughts of the prison come flooding back. he shatters the mirror in reflex and sobs, moving back to the kitchen as fast as he can.

He knows he's eating himself to death; and the food is welcomed even more now than ever.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 13

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Part 12 🍂 Part 14

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: confusing family dynamics

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae Keeps me busy! I owe 17 now, too! You go girll!!!

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990

“Babe, there is no way I have room for all of these clothes,” Patrick said as Jules pulled yet another box from the car.

“Well, you’d think they wouldn’t fit in her apartment, either, but here we are.” You put the next box – also labeled ‘clothes’ – on the floor in the hallway.

“Please tell me these are the last ones?” You both laughed at the way he said it. He looked around the hallway, which was filled with boxes, most of them containing parts of Jules’ wardrobe, and sighed.

“It was the last trip, but Sy’s still on his way,” Julie said as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend.

“With some furniture,” you added quickly, “Jesus, Jules, you’re going to give the man a heart attack.”

As it turned out, ‘moving in with someone’ was just code for ‘yelling at your partner while your friends did all the real work’. And not even in the privacy of any room you weren’t in, nope; right in front of you.

“If they’re not done by the time we put this closet back together, I’m makin’ popcorn,” Sy whispered at you – but not softly enough.

“Sy, stay out of this.” Jules definitely wasn’t happy. To be fair, she was in the right, and Patrick was being stubborn. You rolled your eyes at Sy. “Lara, what do you think?”

“Hell no, doll,” Patrick said before you could even tell Jules you weren’t getting mixed up in their argument, “I don’t get backup, you don’t get backup.” That made you scoff. There was no way Sy would side with him.

“What’s funny, Sugar?” Sy said with a look on his face that was suspicious at best… Oh my God, he thought Pat was right? You raised an eyebrow as your mouth literally fell open.

“You’re with him on this?” you managed.

“It is his house,” Sy replied.

“I think both of them living here kinda makes it their house, and it doesn’t make sense to have friends sleep on the couch when you’ve got an empty room and a second bed!” It was unbelievable that your first fight at a couple not only took place at a friend’s house, but was also on the topic of what they should do with their spare room.

“Patrick, I need one more door between him and us. You can have your man-cave when he’s out.” She glared at Sy before walking out of the room. Pat slammed his hand down on Sy’s shoulder so hard you almost felt it, but Sy didn’t even flinch.

“So, you haven’t found anything yet?” Sy shook his head at his friend.

After the adventure of moving Jules into Patrick’s place, the four of you focused your attention on planning the weekend camping trip the boys had been talking about. They were also mostly the ones planning it – neither you nor Julie knew anything about camping. That didn’t mean you weren’t excited to go; Sy had shown you some pictures of the area, and it looked absolutely beautiful.

“It’s not too far from where Sy and Patrick grew up, actually,” Julie told you.

“They grew up together?” You were surprised no one had ever brought that up. It definitely wasn’t a secret that they were close, and they owned the company together and everything, but you had no idea they’d been friends since childhood.

“Yeah,” Julie said, “Pat’s dad started work at Sy’s grandfather’s ranch when he was sixteen or so. Became really close friends with Sy’s dad.” Oh, so their dads were besties? Cool…

“And he became even better acquainted with my dad’s eldest sister.” Sy sat down next to you and put an arm around your shoulder. You loved it when he did that; something about feeling the weight of his arm on you relaxed you.

“’Better acquainted’ as in…” You almost refused to believe what you were hearing. Not because it was so hard to believe it was true – it was kind of a mild story, actually – but because no one had ever bothered to tell you this. “You’re cousins.”

“The way my old man tells it, Uncle Johnny was mad as all hell when dad started going out with ma.”

“Which my dad doesn’t deny, by the way,” Sy added, “it’s just that in his version, he beats the shit out of Uncle Rick.”

“Wait, are you both named after your fathers?” Sy and Patrick both nodded – and grinned when they saw the incredulous look on your face.

“Eldest son, right? My full name is Jonathan George Syverson,” Sy laughed, “Named after both my father and my grandfather.” You almost laughed at hearing his full name. Hearing his first name was weird enough, or his full last name, even.

“Wait, who’s your father named after, then?” you asked. Jules quickly raised her hands before either of the guys could answer.

“Lara, stop!” She pointed at the innocent eyes Sy and Patrick were conjuring up. “They can do this for hours. And it wouldn’t even be a start in preparing you for whatever kind of family gathering you’re no doubt going to be dragged along to. Oh my God!” She suddenly seemed really excited about something. “I don’t have to do those alone anymore!”

Sy pulled you close.  “She’s right, Sugar, we can do this for hours, I’m sorry.”

“And you won’t have to do any family gatherings anytime soon, doll,” Patrick said. “We’re doin’ the holidays over at your parents’ if you don’t mind…” All three of them laughed as if that was supposed to mean something, but to you, it didn’t.

“Wait, why?”

“My youngest sister just got married and had her first kid.” Whoa? Kids?

“You’re an uncle?” You looked at Pat wide-eyed. That was not something you’d heard before.

“Three times over,” Jules answered. You must have looked surprised, because she continued: “Sy has more nieces and nephews.”

“Wait, you have siblings?” How had this never come up?

“Five of ‘em. Three sisters, two brothers – they’re twins.” Sy laughed apologetically. You thought back to any time he’d mentioned his family. He had talked about a sister twice, and about his brother once, you had just assumed they were the only ones. “And a combined…” You could tell he was counting; he mumbled some things you couldn’t make out, and he was almost hesitant in his final answer: “ten nieces and nephews.” Ten? Ten?

“So, you’re Uncle John, too?” You were curious now. Pat and Sy both shook their heads, and then looked at Jules.

“He’s uncle Sy, right?” She clearly wasn’t entirely sure, but the guys nodded.

“Why do you go by Sy, anyway?” You asked. A couple more of these questions and you’d start to sound like Julie, with her infernal interrogations.

“When I got to middle school, there were six Johnathan’s in my class. Refused to listen to my full name, couldn’t go by my middle name because I have a brother named Georgie, so… Sy.” That made so little sense to you that you just nodded with a blank expression on your face.

“And it stuck,” Pat added, “even his mother calls him Sy now.”

“But wait, back to the start,” you said as you suddenly remembered something, “what was the connection between your sister being married and having a baby, and you guys not going to family gatherings?”

“Oh, they just hand you the newest baby and start telling you several million times ‘how good it looks on you’ and ‘when are you two finally getting married?’ and all that kind of stuff.” Jules shuddered.

“Besides, they’re living in sin now,” Sy said. Somehow, the look on his face kept you from laughing – or from even believing that he was joking.

“You’re kidding, right?” you asked just to be sure. To your surprise, they all shook their heads.

“Nana – our grandma – would throw a fit. I think Meemaw – our great grandma – might actually die.”

“She survived Uncle Charlie’s wedding,” Pat said, and you were officially lost. You looked at Jules for help, who quickly clarified the situation with the word ‘gay’. After about another half hour of this, your head was spinning with all kinds of information about a whole bunch Syversons – and some of the Dawsons. It turned out Sy’s dad had a brother and two sisters, and those two sisters combined had seven children, some of whom also had children. Why were there so many? And why was every other woman either named Mary-something or something-Marie?

“We’ll draw it out sometime,” Sy said as he watched your understanding slowly drain away. Yes, that would be good. Probably wouldn’t make it any less intimidating, but at least it would be clear…

“Hey, I found some listings for you,” Julie sounded sweet as she dropped a small pile of paper on the table in front of Sy. She couldn’t hide her ulterior motive, and she didn’t have to. Sy knew she wanted him out of the house as soon as possible, and who could blame her? She’d just moved in with her boyfriend, and he was absolutely an inconvenience, he couldn’t deny that. But none of the houses he’d looked at so far were right… He flipped through the papers Jules had given him. He found something wrong with every last one of them within seconds.

“Are you even looking for a place, Sy?” She put her hands on her hips, that was never a good sign.

“I am, look,” he turned his laptop so she could see the screen.

“Those are rentals,” Jules said. She was clearly surprised, which wasn’t strange. Sy hated renting, she knew that for a fact. Everyone who had talked to him for more than five minutes probably knew that. But here he was, nodding in reply to her question. “You’re looking to buy.” Sy shrugged. “Everything that’s for sale is…” He made a vague gesture instead of finishing his sentence. Jules rolled her eyes. Everything for sale was missing that one thing…

[sl33py-g4m3r]

making a record of every dairy thing in my apartment to attempt to chart how fast it's gonna be to get rid of, mainly by eating; but I guess I can put some in the donation box at the park for people~~ the unopened stuff of course~~

goobers x 5 (a candy consisting of milk chocolate balls w peanuts in them. initially bought cause I tried them and they hit really good, then I stopped eating them, lol. and one of them is open)

store brand pasta sides (there are 2 rice too) x 12 (i like to stock up on things cause I don't go to the store that often mainly cause I'm blind legally and can't drive)

boxes of macaroni and cheese x 3

2 bags of doritos and one of store brand loaded potato chips (which I'm surprised don't have bacon or lard in them and are actually vegetarian)

2 of pringles I just bought (sour cream and onion and ranch)

2 of some crunchy puffed pea snacks bought at the dollar tree (calbee brand i think? they're so good and have a lot of fibre for a puffed snack like that!)

3 open containers of ice cream (that I'm sadly not eating cause I learned I don't like it that much so it's hard for me to eat)

2 jars of great value nutella with one being half gone

a mainly used tube thing of Parmesan cheese (which may not be vegetarian based on what and how rennet is used idk)

4 of some spreadable cheese (gourmet w herbs, one of them is open the other 3 are sealed in plastic and not open, bought at a discount store on impulse a while ago)

25 individual packets of swiss miss hot cocoa mix

a big bag of trail mix that has m&ms in it (are those even vegetarian? don't they use shellac for the candy coating or was that other candies instead?)

a partially used jar of alfredo sauce

a partially ate fluffy cheesecake kind of pie

and I think 2 partially used containers of popcorn salt

all the other butter type stuff/margirine/cheese that I have is vegan stuff that was given out at commodities when mom and a neighbour went~~ mom knew that I keep trying to go vegan and gave them to me~~ she even gave me some vegan (i think they're vegan I could be mistaken and they're just vegetarian) sausage patties too~~ and seasoned seitan (that idk where on earth to find anywhere at all; could buy vital wheat gluten and chickpea flour and attempt to make my own again. but whenever I make it I don't like it and can't figure out whether I don't like seitan or just made it wrong~~ made it homemade with just flour once~~ so if you want a good arm work out, try it, lol didn't like that either sadly for the above)

it's cool commodities is giving out vegan stuff sometimes~~ but she hadn't went in a long time~~

I feel this is going to tale a lot longer than I think it will~~ I guess just slowly and consistently use them and not feel bad for doing so? cause hopefully even being a vegetarian would still help fight global warming and stuff~~

and I've been a vegetarian for almost the entirety of this year~~~~ wooooooooo~~!!!!! I say almost cause the year isn't over~~~ and some many months last year too~~~

longest time ever that I've successfully been vegetarian~~~ like over 200 days~~~ cause I use a counter app to track the days and I've switched counters back and forth a few times trying to find a good one~~ Meatless is pretty good~~~ used to use Quit Meat but it wants you to log every animal food you consume and I felt that was too tedious~~~ Meatless just lets you log what meat if any you consume and hit either the plant based, or hit the egg/dairy buttons when you want to log a day as vegan or vegetarian. and it lets you choose what country you're in to give you relevant stats to your country~~

plopping another question here at the end cause I'm unsure if it's actually animal or not~~ I have some fleece blankets; and I thought fleece was the name for wool or some other animal derived fabric~~~ unless fleece means something that's non animal too.... they're light fluffy and warm blankets~~ so.... is it animal fleece or more than likely something else and still fine to use?

asked reddit a while ago when I went on r/vegan (cause r/vegetarian was barred by a filter or restriction and wouldn't let me post at all~~ why is reddit so locked down in this manner? it sucks~~ I don't like reddit~~

I've come so far over the course of a little more than half a year~~~ I no longer see meat as a valid food choice~~~~ or gelatine~~~~

a lot longer than I was when I first tried back in 2013 when I went vegan on a whim~~ lasted a couple of months, didn't know what I was doing, and went back to eating meat. repeat process endlessly until this time hopefully~~~

proud of myself for making it this far this time~~ and not going back to eating meat~~ cause when I did that, I'd feel like a hypocrite and deem myself a failure. But I'm not a failure cause I kept trying~~ I keep trying~~

so much so that the vitamins I take for in general vitamin, and the vitamin D the doctor wanted me on are vegan~~~

I still feel like a baby vegan even after all the time I've tried and failed in the past ~~ T_T;;

[fall-of-achilles]

Dorm Essentials

Here is a super comprehensive list of every item I could think someone would need in a dorm. Obviously this will differ from person to person and room to room.

*Check your university's rules surrounding these items

Uni Essentials- a comprehensive list of electronics, stationary and clothing

Storage

Carts that roll under your bed

Loft equipment to add extra space

Collapsible fabric bins

coffee cart

desk organizer

If you have a private bathroom

over toilet shelving

shelving for shower

hand soap

Toilet Plunger

toilet brush and cleaner

speaker (don't bother your neighbours)

toothbrush holder

shower mats

toilet paper

small trash can

shower curtain

If you have a communal bathroom

shower caddy

shower shoes/ slides

General Bathroom needs

towels

shampoo

conditioner

body wash

skincare

makeup

toothbrush

toothpaste

body wash

loofah/ wash rag/ body scrub

Q-tips

Cotton balls/ pads

Hand soap

If you have a microwave/ kitchen area

Ice cube trays

microwave ramen cooker

single cup coffee maker*

plates/bowls/silverware/cups

rice cooker*

Hot plate*

milk frother wand thing

paper towel holder

salt and pepper grinder

Pitcher

Brita

french press

measuring cups/spoons (liquid measure)

toaster*

tupperware

lunch box

Chip clips

Mayo, ranch, salad dressing

Popcorn popper* my dorm allows a hot air popper

Snacks and Food

granola bars

trail mix

Chips

instant matcha/coffee

Kcups

peanut butter (or other nut/soy butter)

jam/jelly

candy

mints

gum

Brita water filter

reusable water bottle

olive oil

vinegar

cookies

salt/pepper

instant coffee

honey

Popcorn kernels

Butter/ margarine

Cleaning Supplies

Broom

swiffer/ mop

disinfecting wipes

all purpose cleaner

duster

scrub daddy

dish soap

laundry detergent

dryer balls

baking soda

vinegar

cleaning rags

Pinsol/Fabuloso

small steamer/ iron*

stain remover

Medicine/First Aid

bandaids

gauze

tape

liquid bandaid

nyquil

ibuprophen/tylenol

cough drops

cough medcine

pepto bismol

covid tests

hand sanitizer

Neosporin or my personal favourite PRID

Cooling and heating packs

Antacid ( tums)

Other

Nightstand

area rug

Desk lamp

Night light/ small lamp

large trash can

room spray/ oil diffuser

desk chair

laundry hamper

sheets

pillows

curtains

towels

wash cloths

paper towels

tissues

Pads/tampons

hangers

Command hooks

heated blanket*/ weighted blanket

extension cord*

printer*

small fireproof safe (with all your legal documents in it)

tool kit

flashlight

Bedside organiser

Door draft/ window draft stopper

Clothing shaver

Batteries

pepper spray

security birdie

Condoms

From home

Photos

blankets

stuffed animals

decorations

[insomniamamma]

Top 6 favorite snacks

oooh this is a fun one! Thanks for asking!

peanut m&ms and Fritos eaten together

popcorn. in pretty much any flavor or form. there is nothing you can do to popcorn that i won't shove in my mouth

avocados. Give me a nice ripe avocado and i'll scoop it right out of it's skin with a spoon, maybe with a little salt and pepper.

sliced tomatoes with olive oil. Yep gimme. bonus points if I've got some bread to soak up all the leftover oily juice.

J's weird ass pregnancy snack. Plain yogurt, a couple spoonfuls of natural style peanut butter, a good squeeze of honey. Stir but not too much.

Cool Ranch Doritos and a glass of milk. IDK.

[chibeast]

One of the things I'm making for xmas is "Garbage Bag Crackers" - so called because you traditionally mix the ingredients in a garbage bag.

I should note that I do NOT do this, that's not food safe.

But they turn out amazing, and if you're looking for an easy no bake treat, here's my take:

Trash Crackies

Ingredients:

-Roughly 5 boxes/bags assorted Crackers or cereal*

-1 tablespoon each of**:

-Ranch Seasoning (like the dressing packets)

-Creole Seasoning

-Onion Powder

-Garlic Powder

-16 Oz bottle of Butteroil, sometimes called "popcorn topping" - the fake butter flavored oil by the popcorn in the store

Equipment:

-2 Large FOOD SAFE plastic bags, I use crock pot liners because they're easy to find, but whatever works!

-Optional: A big Tupperware with a lid, or even a disposable aluminum pan with a domed plastic lid - big enough to hold all ingredients with some room!

Method:

Mix all your Crackers in one of the bags. Add all seasonings to the dry Crackers, and gently shake the bag to distribute. Add the bottle of butteroil. Yes, the whole thing. You'll live. Tie or seal the bag, place the whole thing in second bag, then in the lidded container, if using.

Toss, rotate, and flip the cracker container to coat everything evenly. Place container in a cool, dry place, preferably in a high traffic area of your home, like a kitchen counter. Why? The crackers need to marinate for at least three days. During this time, you will need to shake and rotate the container every few hours. If you place it somewhere you walk by often, it will be easy to just give it a quick flip and shake as you pass.

After 3 days, the crackers are ready to eat!

*This is a good way to clear your pantry. It's best to use things with a more neutral, 'plain' flavor - Ritz, Saltines, Chex, Pretzels, etc. You don't want flavors that clash. They also need to be able to stand up to a bit of jostling. Mixed nuts are good here, too. My mix for this batch is Ritz, Cheez-its (Extra Toasty), Mini Pretzels, Ritz Toasted Chips, and Chicken in a Biskit.

**You honestly can add any seasonings you'd like! Be careful of seasoning mixes containing salt, though, since the crackers are already salty. Something fun to try: mix some hot sauce in with the butteroil!

[dahliavr]

biography / connections / pinterest / statistics

ABOUT

Full Name: Stevie Leticia Nelson

Nickname: Nelly (by Jay)

Age/DOB: December 5, 1989 (34)

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Gender: Cis Female

Place of Birth: Covington, GA

Neighborhood: Orchird Park

Sexual/Romantic Orientations: Bisexual / Biromantic

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Owner of The Sipping Cup 

PERSONALITY

Goals/Desires: to get back on the horse- literally (while she’s been able to do slow trail rides, she hasn’t been able to get past a trot), get her business degree, buy a place with some land, learn how to knit so she can make her own scarf, finally make macarons that turn out, stop eating out so much

Fears: getting bucked off a horse again, her parents getting old and dying (aka just having to live life without them), spiders, free falling

Hobbies: going for long walks, sitting out on her porch swing at night and watching the stars, trying new things- ie baking macarons or learning to knit, taking her horses for trail rides, reading (always has her Kindle on her), rearranging her furniture, going thrifting,  doing the crossword puzzle in the local daily paper, yoga

Likes & Dislikes: the smell of coffee, text messages, brushing out a horse, cowboy boots, satin pajamas, the smell of fresh flowers, freshly popped popcorn, cool summer nights, bonfires, trying to find constellations, long drives listening to music, pretzel bites, chocolate filled croissants, listening to jack explain anything // light pollution, the sound of car horns, dry wine, tomatoes on a sandwich, feeling out of control, high heels, summer humidity, hat hair, soggy french fries, impatience, prejudice, someone telling her she “can’t”, failure, people being rude to her staff, voicemails

QUICK FACTS (quick is subjective tho bc idk how to tldr anything)

Trigger Warnings: injury, panic attacks

The result of a scandal turned fairytale love story, Stevie Nelson grew up wanting for nothing

Her parents, a prosecutor and defense attorney who faced off in court and fell in love in the process, made sure their house wasn’t filled with arguments and paperwork- no, their home in Riveroak Farms was filled with love and laughter

Stevie was always supported, told she could be whatever she wanted to be, do whatever she put her mind to

And for the first decade of her life, Stevie was convinced she was going to be a veterinarian. She loved animals and wanted to help them when they didn’t feel well- which her parents fully supported. They bought her books, barbies, anything child friendly but educational for their aspiring ‘doggy doctor’ as Stevie called it

But then, on her 11th birthday, her favorite aunt gifted her a book that would change the trajectory of her entire life- a young adult novel by Lauren Brooke called Coming Home, a book that detailed the life of Amy Fleming on her family’s ranch called Heartland. A book that would kickstart a love of horses that led Stevie to the local stables, to riding lessons, to her first rodeo, and to her new dream

Having never been an incredibly athletic girl outside of family tennis matches with her father, Stevie found herself taking to horseback riding like she’d been born for it. Her skills quickly progressed and after she’d all but begged her parents to take her to her first rodeo when she was 13, the teenager fell head over heels in love with the sport of barrel racing. To the point where the usually introverted teen took it upon herself to meet the barrel racers and ask them all kinds of questions

She left the rodeo that night with bright eyes and a plan in her head- she was going to become a champion barrel racer and nothing was going to stop her

And truly, it didn’t- at least, not for years. She trained hard, spent nearly every free moment between school and family time at the stables, honing her skills and loving every single second of it, and when she was 16 she got to compete in her first local rodeo. While she didn’t place, she thrived in the atmosphere, the competition, and the thrill. Not so suddenly the shy girl everyone had come to know wasn’t so shy anymore- she knew her dream was a possibility and that seemed to unlock a part of herself that’d been caged for the first part of her life

For the next two years she worked hard and trained harder, and after she graduated high school at 18 she chose to defer college and instead move to Texas. She’d won her last five races and wanted to pursue the sport full time, to go pro. And as much as it pained her to leave her parents and her cousin behind in Georgia, she needed to give herself the best chance- and that was at Saddleback Ranch

Stevie spent the next decade living in Texas but traveling all over the country for competitions, winning championships, finding a passion for working with troubled horses, and falling in love for the first time

She met the man who would become her ex husband when she was 23 years old in the most mundane way. Speed dating. Stevie spent nearly all of her time on the ranch, which didn’t allow her much time to date, and she’d been dragged to the event by a friend. What turned into an exchange of numbers grew into a few dates, then a relationship, and a year later- a marriage. During this time Stevie was still traveling and training, their time spent together was brief but always electric.

It wasn’t until five years later, when Stevie’s entire life was turned upside down- quite literally- that the pair found they had nothing in common. The spark in their relationship had gone out years before, and as Stevie faced a new chapter, one fraught with trauma and uncertainty for the first time in her life- she found she was going to be facing it alone

Her relationship fell apart on the heels of an accident that put Stevie in the hospital for a night. She’d been thrown from a horse before, it was a hazard of the job, but she’d never hit her head like that. She’d never been unable to remember the incident. She’d never broken a bone. Yet all of that was suddenly her reality. And once she was cleared by her doctors, who all told her how lucky she was to not have had the situation turn out worse, she couldn’t get back on a horse. Not her horse, not the rescues she’d trained, not any horse. Any time she got near one her heart would start to race, she’d begin trembling, sweating, and at times she’d get so dizzy she’d nearly pass out

She tried for weeks to get back on the horse, literally, and when that didn’t work she packed up her horses, Cricket and Firefly, and came home to Covington. Moving back into her childhood bedroom for the first six months was just what she needed while she worked through her disappointment in her marriage ending, but the grief that consumed her wasn’t about the loss of her marriage, but the loss of her dream

She spent most of those first six months in bed, sulking and avoiding anyone but her parents and her cousin, Harlow. It was with their support that Stevie was able to pull herself out of the deep well of grief she’d found herself in, and while she now had no direction, no idea of how she was going to proceed with her life, at least she was up. She was moving.

Shortly afterwards, Stevie decided her childhood bedroom, with reminders of her barrel racing career posted up all over the walls, wasn’t a suitable place for her anymore but she wasn’t ready to commit to buying a place. Instead, she found a used airstream trailer and bought that- parking it in her parents side yard and fixing it up to her liking as she did her best to move forward in her life- and even though the progression was slow, it was moving, which was all Stevie could ask for

It wasn’t until a threat to her daily coffee run routine was threatened that Stevie found her purpose again. She’d walked into The Sipping Cup to find a sign that read ‘Closing Sale - 75% Off!’ by the handcrafted mugs the coffee shop had always had for sale that Stevie was seemingly brought back to life. After speaking with the current owner and finding out there was a good possibility her beloved Sipping Cup would be turning into a Starbucks if no other offers came in, Stevie left with her favorite steaming cup of coffee and an idea. Returning the next morning right at open to give the owner a check, Stevie Nelson, former barrel racing champion who could barely look at a horse these days, was now a business owner at 29

It was a tumultuous turnover since Stevie had never so much as worked in a coffee shop before, but just like with barrel racing- once Stevie put her mind to it she not only succeeded, but excelled. She took business classes, learned from the previous owner and others in the business community, and in the four years that have passed since she’s turned The Sipping Cup into the premier coffee shop in not only Covington, but the surrounding towns

HEADCANONS

Her parents, throughout her mom’s entire pregnancy, were told they were having a boy and picked out the name Stevie in honor of her late uncle; and when Stevie was actually born and they found out they were having a girl, they decided to stick with the name, as they’d already grown attached to it and had been referring to their unborn child by it. Stevie absolutely loves her name and is glad they didn’t go with their second option- Kaitlyn

Bought the four bedroom house she currently lives in in Orchird Park three years ago solely for the large wraparound porch

Drives up to Atlanta at least once a month specifically to go to Burger King and get a large order of their onion rings- which are her favorite fast food item in existence

Throughout the years she has been working on her panic attacks and fear of horses, getting to the point where she can not only be around her horses and others, but she can ride up to a trot. While she still dreams of one day getting her skill set back to what it used to be, she’s proud of how far she’s come on her own

Still plays weekly tennis matches with her dad

Couldn’t bring herself to sell her air stream so it’s still parked on her parents’ property and she rents it out on Airbnb periodically. She’s also been known to allow friends who need it to crash there rent free

Has an 8 year old tripod tortie named Frank who she showers with the most love and affection ever, that cat is so spoiled

Speaking of- she also has a stray cat she takes care of at The Sipping Cup that comes and goes as it pleases- they’ve named her Mocha

Lives with her best friend, Jay, and sometimes his son, Jack

Her parents both quit their jobs a few years after they met and formed their own practice, Nelson & Associates, which is still active and thriving today

[zz-chikorita]

I love your Jolly Rogers series! I was wondering, what are everyones' favourite junkfood in your series? Guzma, Leon, Plumeria, anyone else you wanna mention- is anyone super into chocolate, or sour candy, or gummy worms or something like that?

I'm glad you like the story! It brings me so much joy to know others are invested in it, too!

This is a fun ask! Let me think...

Guzma definitely has a sweet tooth, specifically for chocolate (which would make sense since he loves hot cocoa). He hoards a lot of snacks in his room, mostly out of habit since he'd cache food when he was younger in case his dad decided to just not feed him for a few days. Anyways, chocolate is by far his favorite treat and I think 3 musketeers and KitKats are his favorite. For hoarding purposes, he'd tend to keep M&Ms since they're less likely to get squished and melted.

Plumeria really loves gummies. Any kind is good, but those sour watermelon gummies? That's the good shit. She also likes the tropical flavored gummies and would be into hi-chew and mamba. Something she can just pop in and suck on/chew while working or reading.

Leon is a salty snacker. He likes crisps and cheese wotsits (chips and cheeto-like snacks, for the Unovans out there). Guinness crisps specifically are one of his favorites. Since he arrived in Alola, he found a new snack! He's not sure if he's seen them in Galar before, but he bought himself a bag of Takis and loved it. He's just a little obsessed and has consumed definitely not an unhealthy amount of them since he got there.

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Hop likes crisps like his brother.

Moon likes slushes, popsicles, shaved ice, anything cold and icy basically.

Do I really have to say what Hau's favorite is?

Gladion doesn't eat junk food. Or so he says. He loves gummy bears.

A. and B. like Doritos. They argue whether nacho cheese or cool ranch is better.

Kalani likes some classic spam musubi, but he also has a sweet tooth for ice cream.

Molayne's favorite are marshmallow rice krispie treats.

Golisopod has the bad habit of snacking on whatever his trainer happens to have. Buttered popcorn is his favorite.