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its--fandom--darling · 4 years ago

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Coming Home

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Fem!Reader

Song Prompt: Coming home by Leon Bridges https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTrKkqE9p1o&ab_channel=LeonBridgesVEVO

Rating: F for Fluff

Baby, baby, baby, I'm coming home, To your tender sweet loving, You're my one and only woman, The world leaves a bitter taste, In my mouth, girl, You're the only one that I want

Sy is not what most people would call personable. On his best days, he’s crotchety and a downright grump, but the one thing that never fails to bring a smile to his face is you. No matter what kind of day he’s had, when he walks back through his front door and lays his blue eyes on your precious face, his day turns around. When people met Sy without you and then again when you’re around they often swore that they were two different people. You’d always chuckle and shrug it off, but you knew deep down that while Sy wasn’t a people person, he was a you person. You were his sun and he was the earth, trapped in your orbit. He was your rock, grounding you through the storms of life and you made his dark days light and the flowers bloom in his mind.

“I wanna be around, I wanna be around girl, I wanna be around girl, You, I wanna be around”

On one particularly rough day of training new recruits, Sy came home angry and exhausted. He dropped his bag at the door, undid his boots and immediately sought you out. He found you at the stove, apron tied around your waist as you hummed along to the radio. You stirred the food with hand and had a glass of wine in the other. He drinks you in slowly, like a glass of ice cold sweet tea on a summer’s day. He sighs as you look at him over his shoulder, a soft smile on your face.

“Hey handsome, supper��s almost ready,” you say, setting your wine glass down and removing the spoon. You place it in the spoon rest on the stove, turn the burner down low and put the cover on the pot for the chili to simmer. You turn to him.

“How was your day?” you ask, softly.

He shakes his head and runs a hand over his buzzed head, “Shit. But it’s much better now.”

You smile at him. “Come here, handsome,” you say, reaching out a hand to him. He steps closer and takes it gently, placing a kiss on it. “Alexa, turn the music up please,” you murmur, wrapping your free arm around Sy’s neck. “Dance with me, baby,” you whisper, turning your face up to brush your lips against his.

He hums softly, “yes, ma’am.” Then he’s gathering you into his arms and swaying you gently around the kitchen, humming along to the Motown tune as he does.

You tuck your face into his neck, breathing the scent of your husband in, enjoying the sense of peace that it brings to you as he holds you.

The two of you have so much time to make up for, years of spending too much time an ocean away from each other and sleeping in empty beds to not be all over each other in some way shape or form. If you had to guess, you’d say that Sy’s love language was touch. It’s always how he showed his love for you and you always noticed a grander response to a physical expression of “I love you” versus a verbal one and you were more than happy to oblige. Sy knew that yours was acts of service and could often be found fixing up something you’d mentioned needed mending or tending to offhandedly. Like clockwork every 5,000 miles he’d change the oil in your car and then take it through a car wash for you. You showed your love through the little things like making him a jug of sweet tea when he was a having a particularly rough week or making sure that he had new undershirts in his dresser before he wore holes into his current ones.

Baby, how I'd be grieving, If you wanted to leave me all alone now, By myself, I don't want nobody else, The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl, You're the only one that I want

While most people would assume that your life was perfect, it’d taken a lot for you and Sy to get where you were. There were screaming matches and sleepless nights and hours of therapy. But the two of you desired so deeply to make it work, that you muddled through it all and came through it stronger, together.

You sighed as the song ended and pulled back to look at him. “Thanks for dancing with me, baby,” you murmur, gifting him with a small, shy smile.

“Sugar, I’d dance with you anywhere,” he replies, leaning into kiss you softly.

You melt into his kiss and cup his bearded cheeks in your soft hands before pulling away again. “Can you set the table for us? It should be done by now.”

“Course, sugar,” he drawls, moving across the kitchen to get what he needed and moving towards the dining room. “Smells real good by the way, (y/n/n).”

“Thank you, Sy. I’m dying to see what you think, I tried a new recipe,” you say, scooping the chili into the bowls and carrying them over to the table. “You gonna want a beer?”

“Not tonight, sugar, I’m good,” he says, taking his seat. “Come on, Sugar, take a load off and sit down with your old man.”

You roll your eyes, but oblige him nonetheless. “Yes?”

“You ever think about us starting a family?” he asks, eyes downcast.

Your heart flutters, because that’s all you’ve ever wanted to. “Sometimes. Why do you ask?”

He rubs at his chin and then looks up at you. “I’ve been thinking that since we’re in such good place now and that I’m no longer actively deploying it might be the time to start trying.”

You lick your lips and carefully form your next sentence. “Sy, honey, is this something that you want or is this something that you think I want you to want. Because I’m happy, I’m so very happy just as we are that if we don’t have kids, my life will not feel empty. But if you do what us to have kids, then I’ll welcome them gladly.”

He smiles, “Sugar, I want it so bad. On the way today, I saw a little girl with her daddy on the street. She was riding on his shoulders and had a smile as bright as the sun plastered on her face as he carried her along and I thought to myself, I’d like to have that.”

You swallow a lump of emotion, “Oh, baby. That sounds like it would be amazing.”

“So you think we can start trying?” he asks, looking as excited as a kid on Christmas.

You lick your lips. “I’ll have to contact my doctor to discuss logistics with my IUD and everything. But yes, I think we should.”

He’s out of his seat on his knees in front of you before you know. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face in your chest. “Thank you, Sugar,” he murmurs, voice muffled.

You rub your hand down the back of his head. “Sy, you don’t need to thank me.”

He pulls back to look at you. “Yes, I do, Sugar. You are the single best thing that could’ve happened to me and I’m so damn grateful everyday that you saw through my bullshit and picked me out as your husband and partner. I’m so goddamn lucky.”

Tears well up in your eyes, “I’m lucky too. I’ve got the most selfless and loving grump of a husband who’d do anything for me. You keep safe and warm, you love me endlessly even when I’m at my worst.”

He smiles, “You do that for me too.”

“Guess we’re soulmates, huh?” you say, softly running your finger down his beautiful nose.

“Yeah, we definitely are sugar. Ain’t no body else that could love me like you do.”

You smile at him and kiss him. “Come on, let’s finish dinner and then we can curl up on the couch and watch one of your shows.”

He smiles and presses another chaste kiss to your lips. “Sounds like a perfect night.” He pushes himself back to his feet and moves back to his side of the table. You finish your meal, passing the time with small talk as you catch each other up on your days, before retiring for the evening on your comfy couch, basking in each others love.

Sugar, I need you baby. Girl I, I need your loving. Darling, wanna hold you close, Girl, girl

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#captain syverson x fem!reader #day26 #SongsforSy #flufff #coming home by leon bridges

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ninwrites · 3 years ago

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a memory of love's refrain

Pairing: Joe/Nicky

Summary: a snapshot of an evening spent in a small Brooklyn apartment // circa 1940's

Joe trudges up the long staircase, his boots heavy against the wrought metal. He’d bargained with Nicky about the cost of four flights of stairs against the beautiful view it awarded when they had first decided to move to Brooklyn, because Nicky had been convinced it would be better for them to stay somewhere closer to the ground, as it would award them a quicker escape. Joe had hushed him, insisting the view would be worth it, and that upon the rare chance such a getaway would be required, he’d personally carry Nicky out to save time.

Of course, no view could compare to that which greets him when he steps past the threshold, already unlacing his boots before the door has even shut behind him. Joe could spot Nicky in a sea of thousands, could find him by the guide of his soul with his eyes closed; it is not quite so difficult to see him here, bustling about their small kitchen. Nicky likes to put a record on while he prepares food, and the music is magical and mournful, the lyrics winding around the room, echoed by his low humming. The air is filled with the sharp scent of peppers and garlic, the melody punctuated by the rhythmic grind of a porcelain pestle and mortar, which Joe had made as an anniversary gift for Nicky some time before, though neither could quite remember what exactly they were celebrating.

“Take a photo, habibi, it will last longer.” .

Joe laughs softly, absentmindedly wiping any excess grease from his hands on his denim overalls as he crosses their small apartment. “No image could ever capture your ethereal beauty, tesoro mio, the camera would shatter in my very hands, struck down by divine intervention.”

Nicky turns, his back leant against the countertop. There’s a smudge of red paste across his cheek that Joe follows with his thumb, nipping at the pad even as the bright scent of chili tickles his nose. “Angelo,” he whispers, reverent. Nicky is leaning into his touch before Joe has noticed that he’d moved, hands caressing each side of Nicky’s face with a grace reserved for holy things.

“You’re making Ojja,” Joe hums, pressing warm kisses to every plane of Nicky’s face that he can reach. “Oh, angelo, it is not just your face that the heavens carved from marble, it is your very heart.”

“Incurable,” Nicky mutters, hooking his thumbs in the back pockets of Joe’s overalls. “It has been a long week. I do not know about you, but I am missing our family greatly, and this is as close as I can think to having them here with us.”

“Love is that which makes a home, and your food is almost as sweet with it as you are.” Joe rests his forehead against Nicky’s, which is good as saying ‘I miss them too’.

“I always enjoy watching Booker’s face redden as he pretends the spices do not affect his delicate French sensibilities.” Nicky says, nonchalantly. Joe barks out a laugh, rough and warm.

“Mon amour,” Joe teases. “You’ll just have to make it for them when they return.”

Booker and Andy were both in Europe anticipating the repercussions of war, and Joe and Nicky were in America, as it was groundwork which often brought the more reliable information. They had created a lovely little home in a brick apartment near a dockyard where Joe played engineer, while Nicky established a presence in the neighbourhood, occasionally taking up work bagging at the local grocers a few blocks away to maintain appearances. They were bachelors, both orphaned at a young age, living together to save money - and it was working. No one batted an eyelid. The truth didn’t matter. History taught that people never stayed discontent in their circumstances for long, and they could feel conflict upon the horizon like the electricity of an oncoming storm.

Joe pulls back, pressing a kiss to Nicky’s hairline. “I am the luckiest man in the world.” He swipes his pinky along the ridge of the mortar, touching the tip to Nicky’s tongue. “Do you taste that?”

“Tastes like harissa.” Nicky points out.

Joe shakes his head, kissing the corner of Nicky’s mouth, chasing the heat. “That is joy, vita mia, that is life and love.”

“If I had known you would have returned so hungry, I would have packed you an extra sandwich.” Nicky pulls Joe in until their hips are pressed flush. “The ojja will not take long to cook. I was hoping to have a dance before dinner but perhaps we should eat while the sun is still high.”

“I would eat your food, stone-cold and seasoned with gravel, if it meant I could share the meal with you by my side.” Joe curls his hand against the newly shaved nape of Nicky’s neck. “A dance does sound quite lovely, though.”

“Then it is agreed.” Nicky presses a quick kiss to Joe’s cheek, the skin beneath warm and flushed. “What shall we dance to first? Any preferences?”

Nicky walks over to the gramophone, his hand curled around Joe’s without thought. The gramophone stands on a small table next to the window, on the sill of which sits a pot that is filled with whichever flower Joe had most recently procured for Nicky. The other day he had brought home roses from a local florist, which had cost a few dollars and gotten him a nice ribbing from the boys down the docks for being sweet on his mystery woman. It was all worth it for the shine in Nicky’s eyes when he brought them close to his face and took in their sweet scent, for the way he had whispered thank you against Joe’s mouth and the tender care in which he watered them each morning. When the flowers crumble, Joe will make potpourri of them, and their apartment will linger with the memory of the petals even as a new flower, a dahlia perhaps if he can find one that suits, takes pride in the sunlight.

“Something romantic,” Joe says, as though there is ever any other option.

Nicky hums, his focus on the small stack of records leant against the wall. Joe slips an arm around Nicky’s waist, his chin hooked over Nicky’s shoulder, pressing an idle kiss to his collarbone. Nicky has folded the sleeves of his linen shirt up to his elbows, his forearms warmed by the August sun and dusted with golden hairs. If he weren’t so preoccupied, Joe would have kissed from his elbow down to the pulse point of his wrist and across each finger tip.

The gramophone crackles as the needle spins, and then cheerful, warm jazz fills the room, carrying the voice of Annette Hanshaw: “you have a great way, an up-to-date way, of telling me you love me, it gives me such a thrill, I know it always will.”

Joe hums, taking a step back only to offer his right hand to Nicky, his left folded behind his back as he bows his head. “Nicolò.”

Nicky smiles, a tender and private thing, for Joe’s eyes only. “Yusuf.” The curve of his palm is a perfect fit against Joe’s open hand.

Joe presses a warm kiss against the ridges of Nicky’s knuckles. “It would be the greatest honour of my life to dance with you around our kitchen on this fine evening.”

Outside the window, a pigeon coos. Nicky’s head tilts. “While I feel it necessary to point out that I did ask you first, if I recall correctly, you professed the very exact thing last night.”

Joe, undeterred, draws on Nicky’s hand to bring him closer. “Then, perhaps you would do me the honour twice? You know, they invented music for lovers.”

Nicky’s eyebrows creep up, the corner of his mouth drawn up into a sly smile. “Yusuf, I’m not sure there is anything in existence which you don’t believe was invented for lovers. Everything from the moon, to a simple loaf of bread, to the game of chess.”

Joe undoes the top two buttons of Nicky’s shirt, leaving the front of his chest exposed, his collarbone protruding like a hawk’s wing. “Everything that I am, that I do, is borne from love.” He slips his hand beneath Nicky’s shirt, palm pressed over his heart. “Who would I be without it? Who would I be if I had not fallen for my beautiful enemy?”

Joe makes a pointed noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head just enough that his curls, when he ducks his head to press a kiss against Nicky’s sternum, brush against the underside of Nicky’s chin. “Every day that I wake up next to you is a good day, for I get to live it in your shadow.”

Nicky’s hands cradle Joe’s face, as though he is holding something precious, a great treasure worth revering.

“Yusuf.” Nicky tips his forehead against Joe’s, his lips brushing against the bridge of Joe’s nose.

He’d broken it the second day of their acquaintance, swung his arm wide with a force so great it sent Joe sprawling to the floor. Joe had laughed through bloody hands, his lips and teeth stained bright red. It was the first sign of fire that he’d ever seen in Nicky, and that same spark flickers behind Nicky’s eyes now.

“You have never been in my shadow.” Nicky whispers. “You have always been my sun.”

He draws Joe in for a deep kiss, stepping back and trusting that Joe will follow, and he always does - he’d once walked to the ends of the earth across burning sand without even knowing Nicky’s name. The rest is easy.

“If music was made for lovers as you so profess, then we must dance to it.” Nicky whispers against Joe’s cheek, letting his arms rest on Joe’s shoulders, his hands hooked loosely behind his neck.

They sway, from one side to the other, and it’s less a dance and more the flow of the record rising from within them, their bodies moving in time with the echo of their hearts. Joe clutches at Nicky’s elbow, fingers caught in the linen, soft against his worn touch. His other hand slips around to press against the small of Nicky’s back, at the bottom of his spine, where Joe had once run him through with a scimitar.

The gramophone skips, Nat King Cole’s rich voice filling the room. Nicky tips his head, his eyes half-lidded. Joe hums along, soothing his hand up Nicky’s arm and around his shoulder, his fingers tapping along the ridge of Nicky’s spine. Nicky hides his smile against the cut of Joe’s jaw, pressing a kiss to his pulse point, letting the warmth of Joe’s skin radiate around him, the scent of saltwater from the docks mixing with the orange notes of his cologne, at once familiar and calming.

“Would you sing for me, Nicolò?” Joe asks, his hands tracing secrets and lines against Nicky’s back. Nicky doesn’t protest about how his voice isn’t that great, because he knows it would be a waste of time, and besides that, he doesn’t mind.

“The melody haunts my reverie and I am once again with you,” His voice is low, and it cracks on some of the words, but he can feel Joe’s smile against his ear, knows his eyes are closed. He insists it helps him hear better. “When our love was new and each kiss an inspiration.”

Joe peppers the line of Nicky’s neck with half-open kisses, peeling the collar of his shirt back as far as he can, across his shoulder and down his chest, his breath ghosting across Nicky’s skin in huffs of heated air.

“But that was long ago,” Nicky’s voice drops to a whisper. “And now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.”

The sun has already begun to sink into the horizon. Nicky pulls back, admiring the way the sunlight casts Joe’s profile in shadows, caught in his air, reflecting off the gold in his eyes.

They’ll have to eat by candlelight tonight. Joe will love it.

#the old guard #nicolo di genova #yusuf al kaysani #immortal husbands #tog #kaysanova #nicky x joe #joe x nicky #yusuf x nicolo #nicolo x yusuf #joenicky #the old guard fic #tog fanfic #tog fic #ninwrites #my writing

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hockeynascarfan91258 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 8

Eden and Chase headed back to Dawsonville after Chase did his media and such. It was almost Chase's 25th birthday and Eden was planning a huge surprise for him. Chase loved backyard barbecues at home so that's what they were doing. She knew how much he loved Eric Church so she was having him perform there. She invited his family and close friends.

Finally the day was here it was Chase's birthday. Eden woke up before he did. She put on his shirt and headed down to make him breakfast. A little bit later she takes it upstairs.

"Something smells so good." Chase says sitting up.

"Breakfast in bed for the birthday boy." Eden says.

"Hmm can I have what's under my shirt?" Chase asks.

"Hmm maybe if your a good boy and eat all of your breakfast." Eden says kissing him.

"Okay." Chase says.

Eden had made all of his favorites including Honey Nut Cheerios. They ate together and then Chase set the trays aside. He pulls her into his lap.

"Chase." Eden moans feeling the tip of his hard on rubbing her entrance.

"No underwear baby and so wet for me?" Chase says.

"Always wet for you." Eden moans.

"Good ." Chase says as he pushes up into her.

Every inch of skin was touching as they moved together.

"God baby." Eden moans as Chase kisses her neck sucking on it.

"Mmm." Chase moans deep in his throat.

They move together kissing and touching any skin they could.

"Chase oh god." Eden calls out as she cums hard.

Her orgasm rushes through her.

"Eden baby." Chase moans as he cums inside her.

They ride it out. They end up going at it a few more times before laying in the bed wrapped around each other.

"Happy birthday baby." Eden says kissing his chest.

"Thank you baby. Best way to celebrate wrapped up with you." Chase says.

"You would think as much sex we have been having these babies would come." Eden says.

"I know but I guess they are just stubborn like their daddy and their mama." Chase says.

"True fact." Eden says laughing.

"We better get up. I have to head out with my dad and Ryan." Chase says.

"Yes to do boy things. Why I head to your moms to help plan your birthday dinner." Eden says.

"Yeah I know. I am so happy you will finally get to meet Brittany and Starr." Chase says.

"I have met them before." Eden says.

"Yes but as my best friend princess not as my wife and mother of my unborn kids." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

They both get up and get dressed. Chase heads out with his dad, Ryan and a few other guy friends. Eden got dressed and headed to his parents house. Eden walks in.

"Surprise!" Cindy says.

Brittany, Starr, Amy Earnhardt, Abigail Kahne, Samantha Busch, Chandra Johnson, Ingrid Gordon, Emily Johnson, Shannon Gustafson and a lot of other wives in the racing circle were there.

"What is this?" Eden asks.

"A little baby shower for you lil Chase and Casey. Then we will clean up and turn it into a backyard barbecue for Chase's birthday." Starr says.

"Yes welcome to the family Eden. I always knew that you and my brother would end up together." Brittany says.

"Thanks guys." Eden says hugging them both.

"Yes welcome to the family." Cindy replies joining the hug.

They they usher Eden to her chair. They make her a plate of food and then everyone gets a plate as well.

They chat as they eat. They then play a few games before opening gifts. They really spoiled the heck out of the twins. They then clean up from the baby shower and decorate and get ready for Chases party. Eric would he there soon as would Chase and the boys. They were in the kitchen helping the caterers get set up.

"Oh god." Eden says clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asks.

"My water just broke." Eden says.

"Oh no." Starr says.

"It's okay guys I'm going to get Abigail she is an OB doctor and can help." Brittany says.

"Okay we will take Eden into the living room and get her comfortable." Cindy says.

With the help of Starr and Cindy Eden made it into the living room and they got her laying down on the couch. A few minutes later Brittany returns with Abigail.

"Guys can you go get blankets and some other things." Abigail says.

She gave them each a list of things to get.

"Eden I am going to slide off your under wear and do an exam to see how far along you are okay?" Abigail says.

"Okay." Eden says.

She then screams out as a contraction hits her. Abigail quickly takes the underwear off and does the exam.

"Okay Eden looks like it's show time you are 10 cm's." Abigail says.

"Oh god." Eden says as another contraction hits her.

Cindy, Starr and Brittany come back with the stuff. They then each take their spot beside Eden. They coach her through birth. A few minutes later Eden brings a healthy baby Boy into the world. They didn't have much time before she then delivered her little girl followed by the placenta. Brittany and Starr get her cleaned up. Abigail and Cindy got the babies cleaned up and Eden was able to hold them.

"I can't believe they are here." Eden says kissing their heads.

"They both look just like Chase when he was born." Cindy says.

"So precious." Brittany and Starr says.

Eden was relieved to hear Cindy say that but she knew without a doubt they were Chases but now it was confirmed. They got the babies laying in their little number 9 race car carrier.

"I need help getting dressed." Eden says.

"For?" Cindy says.

"Chases birthday party." Eden says.

"We are still having it? Aren't you tired?" Starr asks.

"Yeah shouldn't you go to the hospital?" Brittany asks.

"The babies are fine no need for a hospital. Just take them to see their pediatrician soon for follow up." Abigail says.

"In that case let's get ready to celebrate the birthday boy." Eden says.

Cindy and Brittany help her get into her dress and her shoes. They then take her down and she attempts to feed the twins for the first time. She does well and they both latch on. Once they finish eating she changed them and out then into their new outfits. She then takes them out into the backyard. The rest of the guests pass the twins around. Finally it was almost time for Chase to come. Eden took the twins back. Chase walks through the gate with the rest of the guys.

"Surprise!" Everyone says.

"For me?" Chase asks.

"Of course for you! Happy birthday son!" Cindy says hugging him.

"Thanks mom." Chase says returning the hug.

"Happy birthday ace." Bill says.

"Thanks dad." Chase says.

He goes through the line until he reaches Eden who was holding the twins.

"Happy birthday daddy." Eden says.

"Oh my god you had them?" Chase asks shocked.

He sits down beside her.

"I did baby. With the help of your sisters, your mom and Abigail." Eden replies.

She hands him their daughter. She looked just like he did when he was a baby so there was no doubt he was their father as his son was also a spitting image of him when he was a baby.

"She's beautiful just like her mama." Chase says kissing her head.

He then leans over and then kisses his son followed by Eden.

"I love you Clyde. Meet your daughter Casey Leeann Elliott." Eden says.

"Oh baby you named her after Casey." Chase says.

"Figured you would like to honor him and I did too." Eden says.

"I love it, and I love you so much." Chase says.

"And this is your son William Clyde Elliott the third." Eden says.

Chase just smiled.

"Best birthday gifts I will ever receive." Chase says.

They mingle around the crowd. The had pulled pork barbecue, ribs, barbecue chicken, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, chili and cornbread. Chase opened his gifts from Eden and friends and family and then they had watermelon and cake. It was awesome.

Finally the night wound down. Cindy was holding the twins getting all the snuggles she could. Eden leads Chase over to the make shift stage.

"I have a huge surprise for you Baby." Eden says.

"Even bigger then you having the twins?" Chase asks.

"Well no but it is still a huge surprise." Eden says.

That was when Eric Church walked out onto the stage.

"Oh my god." Chase says.

"Happy birthday Clyde." Eden says.

Eric starts to play. He played his biggest hits including Talladega, hell of a view, Srpingsteen, Smoke a lil Smoke, drink in my hand and many more. Everyone was having a hell of a time. The alcohol was provided by Dale Jr and whiskey river. To end the show he had a special dedication.

"Okay Chase and Eden I want you to take the center of the dance floor." Eric says.

Chase and Eden come front and center. Chase pulls her close to him and Eden wraps her arms around him laying her head on his chest.

"Okay now this song is for you from Eden with lots of love. Happy birthday." Eric says.

He then starts to play Love your love the most.

"I love sleeping in on Saturdays

And I love college football games

I love not acting my age

And good barbecue

Yeah I'm a fan of Faulkner books

And anything my mama cooks

Small mouth bass have got me hooked

On Sunday afternoon

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday night

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

Man I love how Redman tastes

And damn I love my Nascar race

Any song sung by George Strait

Is country at it's best

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday nights

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

I love

Yeah I love scuffed up cowboy boots

And broken tore up jeans

A four wheel drive, eight point bucks

And rocky road ice cream

And hell yes I love my dog

And Jack D in my coke

But honey I love your love

Yeah I love your love

I love your love the most

I love your love the most" Chase sings with Eric as they sway back and forth.

Finally everyone starts to leave. Eden and Chase head home with Fletch and the twins and everything they had from the baby shower and his birthday.

"I will get it in the house later." Chase says.

"Okay baby. I am tired too." Eden says.

"I bet you are baby." Chase says.

They then take the babies into the house and get them fed, changed and settled into their nursery. Fletch made himself at home in the center.

"Guess he's going to protect his siblings." Eden says.

"Yup big brother on duty." Chase says.

He flips on the baby monitor and him and Eden head into their room. They get changed for bed and then climb in. Eden snuggled against Chase and he held her tight.

"Good night baby I love you." Eden says.

"Goodnight baby I love you too. Thanks for the best birthday ever baby. Lil Chase and Casey are the best gifts ever." Chase says kissing her head.

They snuggle together falling asleep.

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Chase and Eden were up off and on throughout the night taken care of the twins. Chase had taken the last wake up since they just needed to be changed.

Eden woke up a little bit later finding Chase laying beside her with Casey snuggled up on his chest. It warmed her heart. Eden got up without waking either of them. She slips on her bedroom slippers and her robe and heads down to the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving day and they would be going to Bill and Cindys later for dinner. Eden was making a few dishes to take with them. She makes her corn casserole, green bean casserole and her famous pecan pie. She ended up making three one she could leave home because she knew Chase loved it. Once everything was in the oven she started to make breakfast. That was when she felt arms snake around her waist.

"I love seeing you barefoot in my kitchen." Chase says kissing her neck.

He was still wet from the shower.

"Only thing is I'm not pregnant anymore." Eden says.

"For now baby." Chase says.

"You are going to knock me up again once the six weeks are up aren't you?" Eden asks.

"Damn I have to wait six weeks?" Chase says.

"Well six weeks before we can have vaginal intercourse but there are other ways." Eden says.

"Yes there are thank god. And to answer your question, yes I plan on knocking you up as soon as I can." Chase says.

"Figured as much." Eden says turning to face him.

She runs her hands on the sides of his face. Chase leans into the touch. He was wearing just a towel.

"I love you Eden so much. I am so thankful for you. You are my best friend and my soul mate, mother to my babies and love of my life." Chase says kissing her.

"I am thankful for you too Chase my real life Superman, my hero, soulmate, best friend and father to my babies and most importantly love of my life." Eden says before kissing back.

"Come back to bed baby." Chase says.

"I have to make sure the food is out of the oven. Not trying to burn down your house." Eden says.

"Our house baby. Everything I own is yours baby including my heart." Chase says.

"Aww." Eden replies planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Chase pulls her closer to him. He was unbelievably hard. Eden rubs her thigh against him.

"God don't tease baby." Chase moans.

That was when the timers went off.

"Let me grab the stuff out of the oven and I will take care of you." Eden says.

Chase nods his head and then helps her get the stuff out of the oven. They put the two casseroles in the fridge. And they cover the three pies and put them off to the side. Eden shut the oven down. Chase comes up behind her picking her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"Back to bed we go." Chase says patting her butt.

"Clyyddeee!" Eden squeals.

Chase grabs the ice bin out of the freezer and then heads up to their room. He sits Eden down on the bed. Eden kneels up in front of Chase. She kisses his stomach.

"Eden baby." Chase moans.

She takes the towel off throwing it. She flicks her tongue out licking the tip of his cock. She then sucks the tip sucking away the pre cum.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

Eden licks a circle around the tip then down the under side of his cock before taking him totally in her mouth. She slowly works him in and out little by little.

"God baby that's it suck my cock baby." Chase moans grabbing her hair.

He runs his fingers through it as he pushes her head further on him. He starts to thrust a little fucking her mouth. Eden hallows her cheeks. She switched it up between her mouth and her hands. But the whole time her smile never left her face and her eyes never left Chase's.

"God Eden do you know how hot it is to watch you suck my cock." Chase moans.

"Mm hmm." Eden moans against him sending vibrations through him.

"God baby gonna cum." Chase says.

Eden gently plays with his balls as she nods her head. She takes him all the way into her mouth running her tongue up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase groans as he cums hard right down her throat.

Eden swallows down every drop. She then slowly works him out of her mouth licking him clean. She then kisses up his stomach and chest to his neck. She sucks leaving marks. Finally she kisses his jaw to his lips. She drops a bit of cum into his mouth letting him taste himself as she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Chase breaks away.

"Whats wrong!?" Eden asks worried.

"Nothing baby. That was amazing baby." Chase says kissing her head.

He then lays her back on the bed.

"Remember baby no vaginal intercourse." Eden says.

"I know baby. But I'm going to worship your body and make you cum using my mouth." Chase says.

"God please baby, I am so turned on and need release." Eden begs.

"Do you trust me?" Chase asks.

"With my life." Eden says.

"Good." Chase says.

He picks up a piece of ice putting it in his mouth. He then kisses her lips letting her suck it out. He gets another piece and moves along her jaw , down her jawline to her neck down to her chest. He gets another piece running it across one breast and around one nipple before heading to the other one repeating the process.

"Chase." Eden moans.

Chase grabbed another piece of ice. He then kisses down her stomach the hip line. He continued down to her slit.

"Oh god baby." Eden moans putting her fingers in his hair pushing him down onto her further.

"Mmhmm." Chase moans against her.

He pushes his tongue inside her and starts to lick and suck and twist it around. He was eating her like a man starved. They never broke eye contact and he had a huge smile on his face. It was such a turn on.

"God Clyde baby that's right eat my pussy so good baby." Eden purrs out.

Chase added a finger inside her stretching her gently. He bends his finger inside her hitting her g spot as he sucks on her clit. That was it.

"Clyde oh god Clyde." Eden calls out as she cums hard orgasm rushing trough her.

Chase kept going letting her ride it out. He licks her clean. He then kisses her body following his ice in reverse. He finally reached her mouth. He drops a little of her cum onto her mouth letting her taste herself off his tongue as he devoured her mouth.

"God that was amazing." Chase says.

"It was baby. It's always good with you." Eden says.

"I am glad." Chase says kissing her head.

"Now we should get up and get ready." Chase says.

"Can we go get the twins and snuggle and watch the parade first?" Eden asks.

"Yeah baby that would be perfect baby." Chase says kissing her head.

Chase goes and gets the twins carrying them into the room. He hands Lil Chase to Eden. He then sits down with Casey. They were both still sleeping.

"They are so precious and beautiful and I can't believe they are here." Eden says as she lays back with Baby Chase on her chest.

"I know right Daytona was a great night, won the biggest race of the season, got to make love to my princess for the first time and these two were conceived." Chase says snuggling closer to Eden with Casey laying on his chest.

"Best decision I ever made. I don't know why it took me so long." Eden says.

"I don't know either but you were worth the wait. I would wait as long as it took." Chase says kissing her.

"I love you Clyde." Eden says.

"I love you more." Chase says.

Chase turns the parade on and they lay there watching it. It was a little different without the people in attendance but it was still amazing to watch. It finally got to Santa Claus.

"Wow Christmas will be here so soon. I haven't done any shopping." Eden says.

"We can shop this weekend catch the deals from Black Friday and Cyber Monday." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

"I have a little surprise for you baby." Chase says.

"Okay?" Eden says.

"After Thanksgiving is over we are going to pack and head to Aspen." Chase says.

"Really baby?" Eden says getting excited.

"Yes I bought us a log cabin cottage out there." Chase says.

"I love it. Will the family come out there for Christmas?" Eden asks.

"Yes and New Years. When I will marry you in front of family and a few close friends." Chase replies.

"A New Years wedding. I love it." Eden says.

"Yes when I kiss you at midnight it will be as my wife." Chase says.

"I'm your wife now." Eden says laughing.

"I know but you know what I mean." Chase says.

"I do." Eden says.

They finish watching the parade. Then then get up and take care of the babies. They then get ready to go to Cindy and Bills.

"Pack a bag baby cus we are staying over tonight. I will probably be to drunk to drive a and you will have wine." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden says.

She grabs a overnight bag and packs a change of clothes for her and Chase. She then packs the diaper bag for the twins with a few outfits and diapers. She made sure she had her pumping machine and the pack and play.

She then gets dressed it a black red and white plaid dress. She comes out and sees Chase had put on a red white and black plaid shirt a jeans.

"We are twinning baby." Eden says.

"Yes we are and didn't even plan it." Chade says kissing her head.

Chase takes the stuff out to the truck. Eden takes the babies downstairs in their carrier. She then grabs the food having it ready. Chase takes the babies out and buckled them in. Eden puts the food in the back and then goes and gets Fletcher. Chase gets in with them.

"We will be able to take the two puppies home with us." Chase says.

"Aww okay." Eden says.

"Ready to go?" Chase asks.

"Yes baby." Eden says.

Chase pulls out to the drive and heads towards his parents house. A little bit later they arrive and he pulls into the drive. Eden gets out with Fletch. Chase gets out and grabs the twins.

"I'll come back as grab the food and the bags." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden replies.

They head into the house. Eden gets the twins settled into their swing. Chase went and got the bags and food. He comes in and hands the food to Eden before taking their bags down to his childhood room. Eden heads into the kitchen. Cindy, Starr and Brittany were already in there.

"Hey guys." Eden says.

"Yay you are here." Starr says

"I will take the casseroles and pies and put them aside." Brittany says.

"Okay where do you need me?" Eden asks.

They work together and get all the food made and set the table so they could eat. Everyone gathered in the dinning room.

"Man this food looks so good. You girls out did yourselves." Bill says.

"Yes it looks so good." Chase replies locking eyes with Eden.

"Well let's sit down and eat." Cindy says.

"Yes I am hungry." Starr replies.

"I am too." Brittany says.

Everyone sits down. Eden was sitting across from Chase.

"Before we dig into this amazing food. We always sing we gather together." Bill says.

"Eden honey you always had a pretty voice, why don't you lead us off." Cindy says.

"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing; Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own." Eden sings.

Everyone sang with her. They then dig in. Eden takes her foot and starts to run it up Chase's leg going up to his thigh. Chase starts to cough.

"Chase honey are you okay?" Cindy asks.

"Yeah just something stuck in my throat." Chase says.

He glares at Eden as he took a sip of his beer. Eden flashes him a smirk. She knew what she was doing. She hand her foot wedged between his legs rubbing his cock. She felt him growing harder. She was loving it. Somehow Chase made it through dinner and desert. He got roped into dishes and clean up. Eden went and took care of the babies before laying them down in their play pen in Chase's room in the basement. She heads up stairs finding Chase in the kitchen drying. She grabs a dish towel.

"Need some help there stud?" Eden asks smacking his butt with the towel.

"Yes the faster we get done the faster we can go to bed." Chase replies looking at her with love and a whole lot of lust in his eyes.

"I am not tired Clyde." Eden says.

"Who said anything about sleep." Chase replies kissing her.

"Oh would you too get a dang room." Bill says.

"Sorry dad." Eden says.

Bill smiled hearing her call him that. With the help of Eden they got the dishes down pretty fast. They head to the living room. Chase and his dad share a few more beers and Eden and the girls had wine.

"Okay it is getting late so Eden and I are going to turn in." Chase says.

"Are you guys both sleeping down in your old room in the basement?" Cindy asks.

"Yes Mom I mean we are married and have twins together so its a known fact we sleep together." Chase replies.

"None of that in our house." Bill says.

"None I promise besides I can't I just had twins remember." Eden says.

They laugh and bid each other goodnight. Chase takes Eden's hand and leads her down the basement. He had a key to lock the door and keep everyone out. Fletcher and Daisy were down there with the puppies but that was okay.

"God I have never been in your room before." Eden says.

"I know baby." Chase says pulling her to him.

"God it sucks we can't have sex, sex." Eden says.

"I know because I want nothing better then to fuck the hell out of you in my bed like I dreamt about so many nights as a teenager." Chase says.

"Hmm William Clyde Elliot Jr did you jerk off thinking of me?" Eden asks.

"God yes many many times. Wishing it was your mouth or god your pussy around my cock making me cum." Chase groans.

"And here I thought you were a Georgia Peach." Eden says shocked.

But in reality it was such a turn on hearing him talking about how he masturbated to the thought of her.

"I am but damn I wanted you for so long." Chase says.

"Well I will let you in on a little secret there Clyde. My first dildo was just as big as you are and I used it pretending it was you. I called it my Battery Operated Chase. I never acted on it because I didn't want to loose our friendship. But then in Daytona I just realized that." Eden says.

"God baby." Chase moans kissing her.

Eden pushes him back onto his bed to where he was sitting. She climbs into his lap kissing him.

"God baby I have an idea. Do you trust me?" Eden asks.

"With all I am baby." Chase says.

"Good." Eden says.

She unbuttons his shirt in a hurry. She then takes it off throwing it. She then runs her fingers down his chest to his jeans. She undoes them and frees his rock hard cock.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

"I am getting there baby. " Eden says kissing him.

He Chase kisses back. His hands roam down Eden's body slipping up under her dress. Eden runs her fingers down his chest playing with his nipples.

"Oh god Eden." Chase moans.

Eden takes his mouth with hers so he didn't let everyone know what was going on down there. Chase rips her panties running his finger along her slit feeling how wet she was. They were in a serious make out session. Eden starts to grind her hips against his thigh.

"Oh Clyde damn I wish it was your cock inside me. But this will have to do." Eden moans.

"God baby." Chase groans.

"Go head baby touch yourself. Let me see how you would make yourself cum." Eden says.

"God really?" Chase says.

"Yes really baby. I wanna watch you get yourself off as I ride your thigh." Eden says kissing his neck.

"God okay." Chase groans.

She looks down watching as Chase wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump it.

"God that's it baby. Pretend it is my mouth baby." Eden purrs in his ear never taking her eyes off him.

Chase closes his eyes breath hitching as he starts to stroke himself. Eden moved harder against his thigh.

"God Eden your mouth, I love fucking it." Chase moans stroking harder.

"That's it baby." Eden says.

"God baby that's it suck my dick. Just like that. God I just want to bottom out balls deep inside your sweet pussy baby." Chase moans.

"God Chase I want that too." Eden moans.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase calls out as he cums hard splattering it against his stomach.

"Clyde baby. "Eden moans as she cums all over his thigh.

They sit there breatheless riding the high from their orgasm.

"God that was just wow." Chase says.

"Better then your fantasies?" Eden asks.

"Yes baby much better." Chase says.

Eden gets up and drops to her knees.

"Can't let all that cum go to waist now can we." Eden says looking up locking eyes with Chase as she licks the cum off his stomach.

Chase kisses her as he picks her up off the ground. He leads her towards the bathroom shredding the remainder of their clothes as they did. They end up in the shower Eden gave Chase a blow job and then Chase returned the favor by eating her out. Finally they showered and headed to bed after cleaning up. The babies woke up and they take care of them. They then climb into bed and snuggle under the covers until they fall asleep.

#chase elliott #fanfiction

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queenismykween · 5 years ago

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Watched Toy Story 4 again and made a super long list of moments that I noticed and loved. MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!! And hey, look, another cute picture of Woody holding Forky.

(Tom Holland and Chris Pratt in a movie together!? Sign me up! *after seeing trailer for Onward*)

The orchestra at the beginning with the castle! The whole score was nostalgic!

Nine years ago… (has it been that long?)

Barbie. (It was good to see her, lol.)

Operation Pull Toy! (Jinx between Woody and Bo. All the times they talk in sync is adorable and I had to list it.)

Bo pulling on Woody’s hat.

Bo: Billy! Goat! Gruff! Woody: You never told me they had names. Bo: “You never asked.”

Barrel of monkeys (callback to first movie) on Bo’s staff.

Woody thinking about getting in box with Bo (WHICH HAPPENS AT THE END OF THE MOVIE)

You’ve Got A Friend In Me. (Awww)

Andy’s new look! What a precious bean!

Toy Story 3 scene with Bonnie 😭 in the flashback

Bonnie’s name under Woody’s boot

(Oh, Woody, you’re okay to be a leader, even though Dolly took over)

Buzz’s concern for Woody because Woody hasn’t been chosen for playtime for 3 days now.

Sheriff Jessie

Chair: Your first dust bunny! What are you going to call him? *Thumper. Tumbleweed.*

Dolly: Can’t you see I’m threatening everybody?

(Dolly, Woody cares about Bonnie too!)

(watching Bonnie cry cuz she doesn’t want to go to kindergarten.. of course Woody had to come with her!)

The two mothers!

Vivienne is a cute name.

Woody literally helps create Forky by giving Bonnie the materials! He is a dad!

Bon nie (under Forky’s popsicle feet)

Bonnie: This is Forky! Ms. Wendy: Hello Forky, I’m Miss Wendy. (I love it when teachers do that for their students)

Bonnie: I finished Kindergarten! (just after orientation, lol)

Bonnie’s love for Forky is my love for him.

Forky freaking out in the backpack. Both of them freaking out, actually.

Woody: Bonnie made a friend in class. Rex: Aw, that’s nice, she’s making friends already! Woody: No, she literally made a friend.

Forky: Trash?

Everyone: Hello, hi! Forky: Ah! *falls over and his eye pops out and Woody fixes it for him*

Forky kept running to the trash and Woody kept grabbing him.

The way Woody holds Forky! Like he’s a baby!

Woody: She had the biggest smile on her face when she played with Forky! *talking about Forky when he watched Bonnie play with him* #emotional support spork)

Woody: We gotta protect him! *Forky yeets himself in the trash*

Babysit him!

Woody kept throwing him on the bed continually every time he jumps in the trash. Woody cuddling against Bonnie.

Forky asleep with a paper on top of him in the trash.

Buzz: He’s quite a handful!

Woody grabbing Forky and freezing with him while Bonnie plays with them.

Tossing the trash can out of the RV.

Forky kept running from Woody.

Woody using his pull string as a lasso to grab Forky.

Randy Newman song!

Buzz noticing how tired Woody is and asking if he’s okay. Want me to take the next watch?

Buzz: The little voice inside me? Who do you think it is? Your inner voice advises you? *pushes button on himself*

Forky: I am not a toy. I’m a spork! I was made for soup, salad, and maybe even chili and then the trash. I’m litter! FREEDOM!! *flies out the window*

Woody: *out of the RV* Forky, where are you!? Forky: *face first in the ground*

The way Forky waddles, falls, then starts waddling again. Woody drags him on the road.

Forky: Carry me? Woody: No.

Woody: Happy memories for the rest of her life! Forky: Huh, what?

Fixing his pipe cleaner hand.

Forky: Wasn’t that annoying!? Woody: Thank you!! *about Buzz when talking about events from the first movie*

Forky: Useless? Just like me! Trash!

Forky: You mean she thinks I’m warm and cozy and squishy?

Forky: I’m Bonnie’s trash!

The way Woody holds Forky like a baby. (The sneaky music from Toy Story 2. I heard it!)

Forky running across the road to get to Bonnie.

Woody recognizing Bo’s lamp

Forky: Friend? Woody: A friend is like you and me! Forky: Trash? Woody: Yeah? #friendship goals

Second Chance Antiques. I finally get the name.

Forky shouting Bo’s name.B B B B B Bo!

*when Woody and Forky are hiding and Benson is pushing the carriage* Forky: Is that Bo? *screams when Benson turns his head*

Woody: This is Forky! Forky: I’m trash!

*Benson drops Woody and Forky in the carriage*

Forky: *in the carriage* Mh, what service.

Woody made in the 50’s. Cool!

Forky: Wow, you need to fix that! *about Gabby’s voice box*

Forky’s oblivious smile as the dolls surround them.

Gabby: Stop him, please. *haha, same*

Woody: Forky, we gotta get outta here! *holding his pipe cleaner arms as he runs away*

Old Lady: Nobody buys the toys anyway. *wink* (I think that’s true. All those creepy dolls..)

Jessie: Maybe we should’ve gone with the fork. Buzz: The spoon is safer. *cut to Bonnie holding a spoon*

Bonnie: There’s only one Forky! yep

Dad: Let’s go look outside. Maybe he fell on the ground.

Buzz: We should’ve guarded the utensil.

Buzz trying to assume being the leader.

What would Woody do?

Buzz flying!! Then falling with style on the ground.

Woody on the swing as Harmony pushes him. So cute.

The girl holding Bo, picks up Woody and ahhhh! My heart!

Woody and Bo trying to hug but it’s awkward.

More jinxing!

Woody: Well if it isn’t.. Bobby, Gus, Lefty?

The grape soda cap the sheep found! Clearly from Up!

Bo: Don’t stare. Giggle McDimples: I’m totally staring!

(He’s a cop! *Giggle about Woody*)

The Carls, the high fives and the one in white not getting a high five!

Carl: Way to beat the odds, soldier!

*Carl in white lingering as Woody doesn’t give him the high five*

Bo: You have a little girl? *when Woody tells her about Bonnie*

When Woody tells the story of Bo and her lamp in Molly’s room. Oh, Woody! My heart!

The twirl hug!

Forky: When’s Woody coming back? *soon Forky*

Gabby: It’s tea time! Forky: Woo hoo! What’s tea time?

Forky: *helping Gabby with her tea skills* Little higher, stick out your pinky. *teach me, Forky*

Forky’s hand on top of Gabby trying to comfort her, then derp.

Gabby puling Forky in her lap.

Forky: I’ve known Woody my whole life! 2 days!

Ducky: In a galaxy far far away!

Buzz: *putting his helmet on and Duckys foot getting stuck*

Bo and her arm and screaming with Woody as he accidentally yanks it off.

Woody trying to grab Bo when she uses the sticky hand.

The lovesick look on Woody’s face.

(The ship it truck. We all drive it)

Buzz: Good work, inner voice!

Bo: Buzz? *as Woody talks about who’s left in the gang*

Buzz: Moving buddies! Woody, it’s Bo Peep!

Buzz’s button getting spammed as they roll down the roof. (probably a callback to Toy Story 2 when Zurg repeatedly spams the other Buzz’s button. Rex: But Buzz is in peril! *B B B Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!)

Rex: The panic is attacking me!

Buttercup: We could frame dad for a crime and get him in jail!

Bonnie: Can we leave a note for Forky? *awww*

Jessie: *after busting the tire with a nail* If you get my point! (point! Probably from Toy Story 3)

Pixar ball from upper view when Bo and the gang get in the shop.

Bunny: Who will Bonnie love more? Say me.

Bunny: All six eyes looking in my soul. *as they wander around the store*

*Your Forky* *to Woody*

Buzz: We can handle a cat.

Bunny and Ducky: Is that how we look in the inside? So much.. Fluff.

Forky trying to brush Gabby’s hair with the wrong side of the brush.

Forky: Such lovely hair.

Woody holding the phone with that look on his face. *he’s frozen there as a lady looks around*

*scene from the trailer with Ducky and Bunny* Buzz: We’re not doing that!

*she goes home* Giggle: Where is this going!? (She’s in bed and.. *screaming*)

Buzz: How do we get that key?

Forky: Woody’s back!? (Forky’s so excited.)

Tin man! Remember him from the Pixar Shorts or the brief moment in Toy Story 2 when Ham is clicking through the channels really quickly?

The bisexual lighting in the room in the “club” (if you want to think of it that way.)

Duke Caboom: Billy, Goat, Gruff? They’re my girls! *Woody rolls his eyes*

Duke Caboom: That toy sounds like a complete idiot! *about Woody*

Duke Caboom: It’s a commercial! It’s not real!

Duke Caboom: Be who I am right now. (really profound)

Duke: Yes I Canada!

Woody: How did you get the key? *flashback to Buzz and the others as they get the key, where the old lady places the key right in front of them* Buzz: It was very difficult!

Woody: You can’t teach this old toy new tricks.

Woody: I saw your lamp in the window and I thought you might be inside.

All the lamps and chandeliers were pretty.

Forky giggling which leads to Woody finding him in the box.

Bo: Wait, it’s an actual fork? B B B B Bo?

Bunny: I’m too cute to die!

Woody holding Forky like a weapon.

*Forky crying for help* Woody!

Shh, it’s okay. *Duke to his bike*

Woody’s determination to get Forky.

Woody: Because it’s all I have left to do! I don’t have anything else. (that made me cry)

Woody: It’s called loyalty.

Ducky: You’re crazy. *to Woody after they fight*

Woody: I don’t leave toys behind. Buzz: And he left me behind

Buzz didn’t want Woody to go back in the store.

Woody using the red pencil as a weapon.

Woody: I’m not leaving without Forky.

Gabby: Being there for a child is the most noble thing a toy can do. Proudly watching him grow up. *about Bonnie to Woody* Helping her when she needs it most. All I want is a chance, for just one of those moments. I’d give anything to be loved the way you have. Woody: Just leave me Forky.

Buzz: Bonnie will realize her backpack’s missing. Bonnie: Nope!

Buzz: *after spamming his button and is about to be put away* Your backpack’s in the antique store, let’s go! (Haha, wonderful!)

Bo: *about Woody’s determination/loyalty* You gotta love him for it.

Bo to Bunny and Ducky: We’re going back. We just got here!

(Woody’s voice box being removed! So significant to me!)

Gabby: My little utensil.

Forky: Goodbye Benson! He is terrifying!

Forky being happy for Gabby as the moment between her and Harmony is about to happen.

Forky: No no, Woody look! It’s happening! *after Gabby is thrown in the box* Forky: Oh, I’m gonna cry.

Forky and Woody being sad when Gabby is rejected.

Forky: What is a merry go round? Woody: It’s the spinning ride with horses and lights. Forky: You mean a carousel?

Woody taking his hat off in sympathy for Gabby.

Bo and Gabby having a sense of understanding despite once being enemies.

Forky upside down in Bonnie’s hand.

Forky: He said to meet us at the carousel! The spinning ride with lights and horses! Woody told me so!

The baby carriage knocked over and Benson was inside. The lady who found him screamed, lol

The whole GPS thing. (Like driving the pizza planet truck from Toy Story 2!)

Duke smacking in the target face first.

The gang taking over the RV.’

The little girl who’s lost, poor thing. She was so cute.

*as Mrs. Potato Head and Trixie mess with the wires* Cop: Pull over! Bonnie’s Dad: I can’t, this is a rental!

Lost Girl: *to Gabby* Are you lost too? I’ll help you. Can you help us? *to the security guard*

The female security guards helping to get the family together.

The happiness of reuniting a girl with a toy.

Three police cars following the RV.

Bonnie asleep the whole time while the RV is controlled by the toys.

Buttercup: Dad’s totally going to jail! Forky spamming the lock button.

*the kiss could’ve happened with the Ferris wheel in the background! But I’ll take a hug*

The callback to the scene under the car in the box between Bo and Woody at this moment.

Buzz: *as Woody walks up to him sadly after leaving Bo* She’ll be okay. *pause* Bonnie will be okay. (BUZZ!! How he understands Woody is so admirable!)

Buzz: Listen to your inner voice.

My heart!! That final shot with the original gang..

Woody giving Jessie his badge.

Everyone hugging Woody and then Woody and Buzz hugging. And then Forky hugging Woody. It killed me inside. (I’m crying.)

The way Woody chases after Bo on top of the carousel.

Forky: Does this mean Woody’s a lost toy? Buzz: He’s not lost anymore.

Buzz: To infinity.. Woody: And beyond. *last lines of the movie*

The end credits. (comes in four parts.) Bo and Woody rigging the ride so all the toys are won. Plush Rush. Heck yes.

Duke: Do you really have laser eyes? Bunny: Yeah. Duke: Woah.

Buzz: How was present and explain!? *to Jessie when she returns from 1st Grade with Bonnie* Hamm: You mean show and tell?

Forky falling in love with the knife at first sight. The whole thing with Jessie introducing Knifey to the gang was like the beginning of the movie with Woody and Forky.

Forky: Unique, beautiful toys. Knifey: How am I alive? Forky: I don’t know.

(Combat Carl were voiced by an actual Carl.

And those are most of the moments that I personally liked in chronological order!

I’ve noticed that a lot of people were more satisfied with Toy Story 3 as the conclusion to the movies, but I loved what this movie had to offer.

I didn’t mind Buzz being the comic relief in the movie, nor did I mind Ducky and Bunny. I wasn’t looking forward to Ducky and Bunny entirely because of the trailers, but I enjoyed them.

To me, there was the matter of Dolly treating Woody a bit differently when he tries to handle the toys and when he does sneak off in Bonnie’s backpack to kindergarten with Bonnie. She assumes the role of leader and is a tad bit annoying to me. But it was short-lived, so I’m okay.

Another moment is when Bo gets upset with Woody after he screws up the mission. it was a minor setback, and I think she overreacted. Same with the fight as everyone leaves Woody behind to fend for himself as he goes back to the antique shop. But those were the only things, so overall, this movie is one of my favorites and I’d love to see it again! Go ahead and judge these moments for yourself. Maybe we’ll have different opinions and views but it’s okay. Everyone’s opinion is valid.

#Toy Story 4 #Forky #Woody Pride #Buzz Lightyear #Bo Peep #Giggle McDimples #Duke Caboom #Ducky and Bunny #Bonnie #Buttercup #Dolly #Original Toy Story Gang #My Personal List #SPOILERS #I want a spork!

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bernielikewhoa · 2 years ago

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shockwrites · 7 years ago

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A Touch of Blue, A Smidge of Pink

Author’s Note: Domestic nonsense is good for the soul

Series: Sonic the Hedgehog

Pairing: Sonic/Amy Rose (Sonamy)

Length: 2080 words

Rating: Safe

Mornings suck.

That was the mantra of Amy Rose.

A mantra she repeated as she dragged herself out of a losing battle with the comfort of her pillow. A mantra she recited as she lazily brushed her teeth. A mantra she droned as she brewed her regular morning coffee.

“Mornin’ Ames!”

A mantra that apparently meant nothing to her bright-eyed, bushy tailed boyfriend as he strolled into the kitchen. Sonic, as per usual, was clad in his regular jogging attire - red sweat-shirt and those goofy looking shorts. She honestly had no idea what possessed him to even buy those but she was glad to have a few chuckles whenever she saw him wearing them.

“Ughhhnnffgh.”

“Gonna assume that means ‘G’Morning, Sonic!’” he mocked in falsetto. Amy rolled her eyes with a smile before they widened at the plate of fresh cooked bacon and eggs he slid in front of her. “‘Gee, Sonic! I do appreciate y’all cooking breakfast fer me!’”

“Since when do I have a country accent?”

He grinned with that dumb look on his face before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Since now. I’ll be back before lunch!”

Sonic jogged out the door, energetic and happy as can be. Amy was left in the fumes of a thoughtfully cooked breakfast. She briefly considered altering her daily mantra.

Mornings suck…when your roommate isn’t a total dork.

Every drawer,

Every closet,

Every dresser,

Empty.

He could’ve sworn he had it. He knew because he always made sure to wash it separate from Amy’s clothes. His girlfriend never did let him live down those pink shorts…

Sonic sifted through every inch of the apartment. The place was fairly small. It shouldn’t have been that hard to find, right? So why was it missing? He scratched his quills, baffled as he finished sorting through another pile of clothes scattered on the floor. Or did he already go through this one? Was he just rooting in circles the whole time? How were they even able to fit so many clothes in such a tiny space?

The click of the door interrupted Sonic’s muddled brain. With a sigh, Amy strolled “I’m home, Sonic! I bought chili-”

“Amy!”

“-dogs…”

In a burst of speed not unlike the hedgehog’s namesake, Sonic rushed towards her. The look he gave her was that of one slowly slipping off into insanity. He caught her off guard, clutching at both her shoulders.

“Amy, have you seen my shirt?!” he babbled, going on about rummaging through the apartment, how he could’ve sworn he had it in the closet of their shared room. Sonic’s ranting would’ve continued had he not taken a closer look at the girl’s clothes.

A white, short sleeved shirt, just about a few sizes bigger than her, and on it was a promo art for his favorite movie: Chao in Space 2: Perfect Chaos Strikes Back. Sonic scrutinized her, not out of malice or anger. In fact, she looked rather adorable in it. “Oh, this shirt?” Amy blushed when he continued to stare dumbly at her. “You don’t mind if I wear it today do yo-“

“Nope.”

“You guys have tampons?”

The cashier raised an eyebrow. Sonic, the owner of the said question didn’t even bat an eye as the phrase left his mouth.

“Uhh, yeah. Aisle 6…” the clerk answered awkwardly. He didn’t expect the hedgehog to utter something many males never dared to.

“Kay, cool.”

He especially didn’t expect him to just directly stroll down to the exact aisle he pointed to. Most guys would circle around the store for a bit, look like they were gonna buy other things before the fact. The cashier side-eyed him. He just casually picked up the box and is walking to the register! Easy-going smile and relaxed attitude to boot.

He really shouldn’t be prying into the lives of customers but he needed to know. Amazed at his boldness, the cashier asked, “Girlfriend?”

Absentmindedly, Sonic looked up from getting the money from his wallet. “Oh, yeah! Just buying ‘em in advance for when the week rolls around.”

“Y’know, not a lot of guys are awful calm ‘bout getting these.”

“Why? They’re just tampons.” He was being sincere. Like genuinely sincere.

“Oh.” was the only thing the clerk could reply and Sonic barely paid any mind. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. He awkwardly bagged the box of tampons, realizing he was a bit too amazed. “Th-thank you, sir. Have a pleasant day…”

“Thanks!” Sonic waved and went about his merry way.

To whoever the lucky girl was, he was a keeper.

“Open.”

“Mmmm…”

“Open your mouth, Sonic.”

“Mmmmmmmmm…”

“You’re not going to get better if you keep acting like a baby.”

He grumbled. In annoyed reluctance, Sonic followed the order and allowed Amy to shove whatever green concoction was on that spoon into his mouth. His gag reflex kicked in sooner than he anticipated.

“Ackpthh!!” The bedridden hog sputtered. His taste buds cried out in agony. A myriad of flavors hit his tongue all at once yet they were all horrible. Sonic forced the rancid liquid down his throat, plopping himself back onto his pillow.

“Amy,” he rasped between sniffles, “that tasted like the bastard child of cyanide and nightmares.” His sinuses were clogged and cheeks were red.

The pink one huffed. “Oh don’t be so dramatic! It’s a home remedy for the flu!”

“Tha flu, or an exorcism?” he reeled back from her instant glare. Before he could open his mouth again, Amy responded with a thermometer shoved into his mouth. He really should know better than to insult her cooking. “Sthowwy.”

“Yeah, you better be,” Amy grumbled. “No more jogging for you today.”

Sonic weakly tried to complain but it was probably for the best. He could imagine how horrible such a thing would be – nearly passing out from an inability to breathe properly, that annoying raspy feeling that would never go away no matter how much water he drank, the splitting headaches that would follow. Yikes.

Reading the thermometer, Amy palmed his forehead. “101. Looks like a fever.” Softly, she tucked him further into his bed. “You’re gonna have to take it easy for today, Sonic.”

“Yeah, ok fine.” He coughed, turning to his side on his pillow.

Amy cracked a small smirk. He was almost looked cute like that, resting his cheek against his pillow. Oh, who was she kidding – he is cute like that, snuggled up like a little baby. Her little baby. “Want some soup?”

“Chicken noodle please?”

She chuckled. “Sure.”

“And a movie?”

“Of course.”

They both smiled sweetly at each other in silence. Sonic couldn’t appreciate her more, always willing to take care of him no matter how annoying he was.Just as Amy was about to return to the kitchen, the sick boyfriend chirped once more.

“Hey, Ames?”

She turned to him once again, catching that goofy grin across his lips.

“I love you.”

Amy chuckled, returning that same grin. “Love you too.”

“Video games?”

“Nah.”

Sonic never seemed to find a cure for Sundays. Chores are done, weekend festivities are finished, and there was nothing left to do.

“TV?”

“Ehhhhhhh.”

Nothing left but stare aimlessly into space, sprawled across the couch. His brain vegetating by the second. Amy too had joined in his layabout wallowing. Her boredom, while not on the same level as her lover’s, had needed to be quelled, lest they spend the remainder of Pre-Monday at the mercy of the painted white ceiling.

“Wanna make out?”

“N-”

Sonic paused, momentarily trapped in time and space. The hamster wheel in his brain needed to work overtime just to process the sentence. A proper response would’ve given Mr. Chewy a heart attack.

“Ayeeaugh”

Take two:

“Erm…y-yes?”

Amy’s “hair” always fascinated Sonic.

It wasn’t really hair, much rather quills. Shorter than his, yet they were freer. He’d run his fingers through them numerous times, never once tiring of its feeling.

On the nights they spooned each other to sleep, Sonic relished the touch of her hair against his face. Her rosy scent never failing to lull him to sleep.

And on mornings, during those rare occasions where she wakes up before him, he’d watch her brush it. With an arm propped and facing her back, Sonic watched each careful stroke. He approached, a playful hug from behind and a groggy ‘good morning’ exchanged between them.

He’d embrace her and kiss her, yet he’d always take careful heed not to ruin her precious hair.

Sonic hated snow.

The biting cold. Annoyingly slippery ice. Having to wear coats that make you look like a walking marshmallow. It was horrible. Under usual circumstances, he wouldn’t bother taking another step in that white hellscape.

“Come on, Sonic! Let’s go get some hot chocolate!”

But this wasn’t a usual circumstance.

“I’m coming, I’m co-OOF!” Sonic’s face was immediately met with chilling slosh. Blasted ice. Of course, his thick layers of jackets made getting up a chore all on its own. The heavy sheet of liquid-solid-death was already starting to engulf him.

“Help.”

His girlfriend was at least able to see the humor in his fumble when he couldn’t. Hiding her snickers, she helped him to his feet, preferably away from the patches of ice. She regarded him with a teasing smile.

“Why can’t we just have hot chocolate inside?” Sonic pleaded. “In the warmth? In our comfortable apartment? Away from this,” he kicked the nearest pile of snow, only to instantly regret it when the cold substance seeped into his shoe. “STUFF OF SATAN.”

Amy felt bad about it but she couldn’t help but giggle at how he frantically wiggled his leg to get the melting snow away from his sock. “It’s not that bad!” she consoled. “I mean, look at how pretty it is outside!” she looked above, calmly enjoying the beautiful display of falling flakes from the sky.

Sonic instead, shivered in place, a sour grimace on his face (along with the freezing cold snow-now-turned-moisture). “It’s bitter out…”

Amy responded by wrapping her scarf around them both, pulling the two hedgehogs together. “Well, it’s sweeter with you here.” She sang playfully.

Her words dropped with a loving smile adorned on her lips. Sonic pouted. It was difficult to be unpleasant and suffering in the presence of such a ray of sunshine. He tried nonetheless.

“…Amy, that is the corniest thing you’ve ever said.”

“You lo~ve it.”

And failed miserably.

“Yeah, I do.” Sonic draped an arm around her shoulder as they walked.

Suddenly, fresh hot chocolate outside didn’t seem so bad.

Sonic lost track of the time passed.

He was normally a heavy sleeper, nothing short of his girlfriend able to properly wake him when asleep. Now wasn’t one of those times.

Sonic twisted to his side, greeted by his lovely rose, their limbs entangled and cuddled gently. As he watched her peaceful slumber, Sonic’s mind raced a mile a minute. Useless thoughts normally abuzz in his brain, next morning’s breakfast, who’s turn it is for doing dishes, those piles of clothes Amy always nagged him to clean.

Amy.

The pink hedgehog had a penchant for barging into his mind. She always knew where that key was. Not that he minded in the slightest. Sonic loved her. He hadn’t found a specific reason why – he just did. Her beautiful looks, her boundless care for him, his desire to just make her happy. All factors in his need to love her.

Sonic flashed back to his youth; his awkward pre-teen years and his uncertainty in his preferences. The pink hedgehog came into his life around that time, somehow leaving him more confused. She was a persistent one, he gave her that much. She chased him with admirable gusto and determination. With age came maturity and eventually, bonds and friendships strengthened.

Now here they were; sharing an apartment, coddling each other well past midnight. Sonic could almost laugh at how his situation escalated. Even then, he had no regrets. Assuming he even had time for any.

Sonic patted Amy’s delicate locks. He held her close, feeling as though she’d disappear from him in an instant if he let go. Subconsciously, she returned the hug, pulling herself tighter to his chest. Their warmth combined comfortably, leaving them both in comfort neither would dare give up.

It wasn’t until then did he realize what he’d woken up for in the first place.

“I have to pee.”

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonamy #domestic au #fluff #safe

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titan-mom · 8 years ago

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Two Guardians Walk into a Bar...

Ok so I told myself drabble. Two hours later this is 1.3k.

Dialogue practice with Auburn, and testing out my hand at Cayde’s voice and tone as well as nudging his character towards something more complex and interesting than provided.

Cayde’s a smart ass, but if you listen carefully you can learn a thing or two from the snark.

Auburn wasn’t a drinker, really, not alone, not outside of social nights. But she’d discovered once that as well as being a half decent bar, this particular hole in the wall had an unrivaled green tea, lemonade, and peach brew. She was stewing over it, allowing herself for once to let down the smile, to be moody and just sip something sweet.

Another patron came in the door, boots clacking. It formed something bright on her periphery, another Guardian. A Warlock would probably have felt them coming blocks away. She glanced towards the newcomer as they approached the bar, took in an exo and did a double take.

“Cayde?” Her eyebrows skyrocketed in disbelief, and she cocked her head, giving him a long suspicious glance.

He swiveled towards the attention, throat lights bright and jaw slightly unhinged, a winning Exo smile. “Guardian? Ah! I know you! You’ve got that uh, that catty Warlock.” He waved a finger as if it helped him remember. “The one trying to take my place at the top of Ikora’s “Top Ten Exasperating Exos” list.”

“You remember me.” She deadpanned, a tone faintly teasing. “Touched.”

“Yes, yes, I’m kidding.” Hands up as though he was threatened. “I remember. Lucky you too, I got enough Hunters to keep an eye out for, you’re one of the few Titans I keep up here.” He tapped the side of his skullcase while spinning around the stool beside her, straddling it backwards with his arms up on the seatback.

“Honored.” She drawled, watching him with a side eye while she took a sip of her glass. “You get off early or something? It’s hardly evening.”

“Ahhh, Ikora’s in the lower levels at a secret occult meeting with Eris and some Warlocks.” He gestured back toward the tower. “And Zavala’s meeting with some wall maintenance people, I guess they want his approval on some thing or another.” He waved in the other direction. “Soooo I figured I’d sneak off, have a drink.” Conspiratorially, he leaned in and muttered, “I’m not here, you didn’t see me, I was checking on shipments in the hangar. Amanda will vouch for me.”

She chuckled, nodded. “But really, here?” A perfectly cocked eyebrow made Cayde squirm.

“Stop! That it’s an Ikora look. Ugh.” He shivered perceptibly, a whir coming from his vibrating joints. “I’m doing a thing this year, different bar every day, gonna test every joint in the City.”

“There’s more than three hundred bars around. That’s going to keep you busy longer than a year.”

“I know.” He whined. “And I keep going back to this spicy ramen place…” Auburn nodded knowingly. Everyone was aware of the ramen place. It was terrible, legendarily so, except for those who could handle a full cup of chili powder on a spoonful of noodle. She was pretty sure Cayde just professed his love to make the shopkeeper feel better. Or maybe to convince unsuspecting kinderguardians to try it, and suffer. Sick bastard.

“What’s this place got anyway?” He gestured with a wrist to her drink. “Good stuff?”

“It’s four in the afternoon.” She said impassively. “It’s just tea. What’s it to you anyway? Don’t you drink coolant or something?”

He slapped a hand noisily over his breastplate. “I’m hurt. Wounded. And they let you to mentor an Exo?”

“She’s never been to a bar!”

“And they let you mentor anyone?!” He huffed and shook his head, gesturing to the bartender with two fingers and giving his order through a fake cough, fist in front of his mouth. “Ah, coolant please.”

Auburn let out a single chuckle, stirring the ice in her glass. The conversation lapsed into silence.

The Hunter Vanguard noticed. “Aren’t you ah… one of those cheerful ones?” Cayde asked tactlessly. She gave him a questioning glance. He shrugged. “You’re usually a smiler, right?”

“Ahm. I suppose.” She relented, then skeptically added. “Didn’t you say last week to someone that you can’t read organics?”

“I was avoiding further conversation that time.” He said dismissively. “You’re in a bar, alone, staring at a glass, not even drinking. You’re moping.”

“Yep. Top tier super sleuth you are.” Auburn took a sip of her tea pointedly.

“I mean, I’m an expert moper myself, know the signs. I’m sure to anyone else you are the epitome of sunshine and joy right now.” His glass arrived, and he took it up absently with his free hand, the other gesturing as he spoke.

“Wow Cayde, is there nothing you don’t excel at?” She feigned admiration with the flattest of eyebrows.

“I know, I know. I’m truly remarkable. Thank you for noticing.” He threw back some of the glowing liquid, same color as his lights. “So, need a hand?”

“With moping?” She asked, incredulous. He waved his hand as if to say ‘why not?’ “Isn’t that typically, a personal endeavor?”

“A conversation rarely is.” He added hastily. “Unless you’re a bit nuts. Which I suppose by nature we all are. A bit. Sorry I’m losing my point here.”

“I got it.” She smiled, hollow, bottom half her face only. Cayde still made a pleased noise, perhaps he hadn’t noticed the nuance. She gave it a moment’s thought, swishing the ice until she caught Cayde’s pointed glance. No avoiding this then.

“I haven’t lost anyone.” She admitted. “No one I loved. Never watched a stranger’s Ghost crushed in front of my eyes either. It’s been eight years. I feel like I’m due.”

Cayde hummed, a purely Exo sort of hum. She thought of Selene and was comforted, faintly, before her fears reminded her that her second was another on the list of loves that could be lost.

“That’ll always be there.” He said sagely. “No matter how many you do lose. Trust me. I’m over a hundred.” She felt guilty immediately. It had only been a couple months since Tannik’s cloak had shown up in the Vanguard hall.

“What do you do about it?” She asked quietly. Cayde snorted.

“For organics? Simple.” He raised his glass in her direction.

She raised an eyebrow at the glowing teal liquid. “That gonna make me sick?”

“Oh, definitely.” He pulled it back, a bit of the contents splashing. “It was just a gesture.”

She snorted in reply, but felt herself comforted anyway. “Thanks.” She set her own glass down and clasped her hands, rubbing her thumb around her left palm, her self-conscious tick. “What do you do about it?”

Cayde paused, glass partway up to his face. He tapped his fingers on the outside of the glass and set it down. “You know. Ikora is probably done with that meeting now. Or soon. Anyway. She’s gonna be pissed if she finds I snuck off. Yep.” He quickly produced some glimmer from a pouch, enough for both his drink and Auburn’s own.

“Wasting some of your precious loot on me?” She said snidely.

“I feel like it’s a worthy investment.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder. “Good talk Guardian. Good talk.” He pointed at the glimmer. “Pay me back sometime, somehow.”

Auburn shook her head with a grin, put her cheek in one hand and drummed her fingers on the countertop with the other. Cayde stood and spun his chair back around before making his way out.

“Tell you what.” She called after. “If I figure out how to deal with these emotion things. I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Ha. Sure Guardian, sure.” He pointed at her, thumb cocked like holding a hand canon, jogging backwards through and expertly dodging the room’s tables. “I’ll hold you to it.”

She turned back to her half full glass of tea, shaking her head. But as she sat and sipped she realized there was a little less weight, a little bit of a tug of a lingering smile. And maybe there wasn’t much she could discover that Cayde hadn’t already.

#oh how ori-jen-al #story time with jen #cayde-6 #auburn #destiny fics

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theisbifamilyisbi · 8 years ago

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TIFI Chapter 1.4 Y U No Come Home Kids

In this chapter there are birthdays and chaos. As expected. I messed around with my mods and changed some settings, I got the CC I lost back so no more horrifying creations, I downloaded a mod to stop bed time stories because Abraham kept getting three kids asking for them in this chapter, and I downloaded a mod to stop those boots from babies so next generations the baby stage will be shown.

Cool Theme Remix I Was Listening to While Making This Chapter

Enjoy.

So I added the Lovers story progression add on. Pauline hasn’t done shit yet. The irony is that Hank became the town Gigolo and he is currently at celebrity level 2 and all the old ladies love him. I’m reminded of Worick from Gangsta, since he’s a gigolo.

Good anime. Go watch it. I would kill for another season.

This actually was last chapter, I just forgot about it. The papergirl is not happy with me, nor the Isbi family.

I started this chapter with this. It’s a summoning ring where I summon the will to not sacrifice someone.

There are way too many toddlers in this household now. Like, Issy is the main caretaker and it has taken careful balancing to not get her to pass out. Also, due to glitchiness I’ve had her dodging work like a pro. Two sick days and a personal day.

You disgust me Issy.

Issy: “I’m hungry so IDGAF.”

And the first fail comes when the triplets age up. Reeses pissed on the floor.

KitKat and Pocky: “REESES DID IT.”

So this is Reeses, he gained the Angler trait. Boooring. Also I’ve taken looks at all the kids as adults and he isn’t very special looking.

Reeses: D:

Heres a more normal view of him even though that other screenshot is hysterical.

This is Pocky, as she has green eyes. She got the Adventurous trait.

I gave her freckles. She’s adorable.

And Kitkat with the Heavy Sleeper trait. I should give her freckles to match Pocky. She’s adorable like her sister.

So we got a new paperboy to yell at us. How exciting.

Abraham is low on social needs so he bothers his daughter who just wants to eat.

Pocky looks like she’s about to beat down her brother for food.

Pocky: “I get the fridge first, puny brother.”

Reeses: “This is because the first thing I did as a child was pee myself, isn’t it?”

Go catch a fish, peeboy.

I feel like they’re judging Reeses. Also Pocky beat him to the fridge.

KitKat: “Reeses is a wuss.”

Abraham: “Or just slow.”

Reeses: D:

This is a promising start. They’re all exhausted.

I am very upset right now. I remember taking a screenshot of them on the bus for their first day of school.

Anyway this is Ginny Ursine. She’s got a weird lip thing going on.

So as I was watching what was going on at home I realized, ‘Where’s Pocky and KitKat?” So I look and Pocky was behind the school doing homework.

And somehow KitKat got to the fall festival and was doing her homework in a corner.

Meanwhile, back at home, Abraham is ignoring his lonely toddler to fulfill his own loneliness by talking to one of his children’s friend.

Abraham: “I enjoy writing with quills pens and ink bottles.”

Ginny: “Sir your daughter is screaming.”

That’s not the chair, Issy. For some reason hey all do this when eating the chili she made.

Around curfew Kitkat was on her way back.

Pocky also started to come home. No cops tonight! Yesh!

Here they are, safe and sound and looking adorable together.

Abraham is still paying more attention to Ginny than his own kids.

The sink broke again. Apparently Pocky is so upset she can’t move where she wants to go.

Abraham: “Watcher this sink AGAIN?”

Pocky: “I AM SO ANGRY I CAN’T EVEN.”

Abraham is tired and yet the curse of the bedtime stories is after him.

Aw so precious. Abraham is reading BABY INCOMING PREPARING WITH VIGILANCE to his daughter for a bedtime story!

KitKat, why are you napping as opposed to sleeping? And Pocky, why did you get up after such a nice bedtime story? You better not ask for another one.

Sometimes Reeses is cute. Just not when hes frowning, or pissing on my points.

This is what Abraham sleeping in and not going to work looks like. He actually did make it to work because one of the toddlers woke him up by screaming. But he was still late.

This is an incredibly awkward waiting spot for the bus and carpool. I feel like they’re about to have a duel or showdown or something.

I wanted a gif of when the camera zooms into The Bride’s face and the Kill Bill siren sounds but this works too.

Issy, you don’t look so good.

Issy: “My mood will skyrocket once I leave this disgusting room, Voice.”

CLEAN MAYBE? FIX THE SINK? THEN YOU WON’T HAVE TO LEAVE.

They had a field trip. That kid there is Emma and Leighton’s son, I think.

Reeses is a butt. They had another fieldtrip to the police station where he locked an officer in a cell. Will he randomize an evil trait? Or rebellious? Or maybe a loser trait, since he’s kind of a loser.

Side note: I was expecting more pranks. Usually in my games the kids go wild if I’m not making sure they don’t prank the showers.

I lied last chapter, Mochi is the witch not Skittles.

Mochi: “Horsey come back!” :D

I gave up skilling these two. I messed with the toddler ages and gave them two more days and so their ages got messed up.

The puddles became one at one point. This house is flooding. Did I mention they’re extremely poor? Neither parent makes much money. If you see I had to sell the chess table and high chair for beds and cribs.

I regret my decision. This was the imaginary friends I was putting off. For the triplets and the twins.

Everyone is in pain. Everyone is tired.

See that imaginary friend? That’s Skittle’s. He’s gone now. I deleted him. I deleted them all by the end of this chapter.

That red one is next. I would like to point out I have no idea what order these particular screenshots go in because they’re all shot from the same angle.

I realized KitKat was missing again. I found her at the salon. How did you get there KitKat?

KitKat: *Snores*

She made it home that night, albeit very tired. Good for her, no cops yet again.

KitKat: “I might sneeze. Is someone talking about me?”

I realized I was missing a toddler and found her outside, in her outerwear that I didn’t bother changing because I don’t bring toddlers outside, in the rain. Good job Abraham.

Inside, KitKat is doing some very impressive squats. I’m not sure how this happened. Maybe the chili again?

In the morning, the kids make a studying triangle with Pocky the grump in a separate room.

Why is there always someone who doesn’t make it home? Today it’s Pocky, on the school steps.

I’ve taken several screenshots of Reeses throughout the chapter trying to find a good one for his birthday announcement. He’s not very photogenic.

Pocky’s face though.

Pocky: “I’m so tired and this is all your fault, Reeses!”

Reeses: “I’m going to be free of this someday.” :))))))

KitKat skipped school and Issy stopped cooking to scold her. KitKat actually did do several chores around the house to get on Issy’s good side. And they had breakfast together so I think all harsh feelings were quickly forgotten.

And I end this with the thankful baby belly announcement that I missed for the twins. This will hopefully be a single baby girl to fulfill Issy’s wishes for a baby and a girl. You have four girls already why do you want another.

Fun fact: I was very concerned because her nauseous moodlet kept resetting when it reached 20 minutes remaining. I eventually deleted it and then she got her belly announcement.

Points:

Births: (5) +25

Wetting: (1) -5

Total Points: 20

Previous: Chapter 1.3 More Than One

Next: Chapter 1.5 Too Much Happens

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AU Fic: Kale

So I’ve been experimenting with an AU “Toy Story”. I don’t know how far I’m going to take it since AU isn’t really my thing, but I had an idea and you know how that goes.

Some background:

It’s set in the same universe as the fic I did for Rain’s “Don’t Distract the Driver” but takes place before.

Woody and Bo are newly engaged. She’s a daycare teacher, he’s the local Sheriff.

It’s 20 Minutes into the Future, where the existence of extraterrestrial life, Star Command, and the Space Rangers are common knowledge. The town they live in is the only American city with a Crystallic Fusion plant. Naturally this makes it a target for Zurg…

Woody actually lives outside of the town on a ranch.

Woody and Jessie are twins. He’s five minutes older and still not the boss of her.

My own experiences cooking kale may have totally been recreated here.

Rated T.

–

As he stared out the window across the golden grassy fields, Woody inhaled deeply from the mug he was holding. The early summer sun was just beginning to rise in the Oklahoma sky and for the briefest of moments, he contemplated taking the day off.

There were soft footsteps behind him and he turned. Bo was standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing his yellow button up shirt and precious little else. On her head she had placed his trusty hat. “How do I look?” she asked playfully.

He chuckled. “Ready for the round up, Partner.” Offering her his hand, he guided her to the window and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Made some coffee.”

“Thanks. I don’t really drink coffee.”

“Okay. Well I have milk and…tap water.”

Bo smiled at him dreamily. “Milk will do. In fact,” she grasped his hands. “Why don’t I make you some breakfast?”

“Me?”

“Well sure, I suppose I’m going to have get used to cooking for you.” Taking off his hat, she put it on his head. “How about some eggs?”

“I, uh…”

As she walked to the fridge door and swung it open, she froze. “What…”

“I don’t have any eggs.”

“You don’t have anything!” she exclaimed. “Nothing but milk and…and…” She pulled out a tray of something ancient wrapped in bacon and speared with toothpicks. It was covered in a carpet of fuzz.

“Oh yeah I forgot about those,” said Woody. “That was from the office Christmas party.”

Shuddering, Bo quickly dumped the offending food into the trash. “Woody, how do you live like this? How can you eat?”

“I eat,” he said. He motioned with his head. “Food’s in the cabinet.”

Turning, Bo tugged open the cabinet doors indicated…and was instantly greeted by a wall of identical cans. She pulled one out to examine it. “‘Uncle Walt’s Fine Chili and Beans’? That’s all you eat?”

“Of course not!” Moving past her, he reached in the cupboard and pulled out a long white train. He held it up so she could see. “I have crackers!”

“Oh my…” Bo took a deep breath and sat down at the table. “Woody!”

“What?”

“Woody, you can’t subsist solely on chili and crackers!”

He gave a little shrug. “But I like chili.”

“It’s not healthy!” she said. “You need a proper nutritional balance!”

Woody rubbed the back of his neck. “Well I guess I have gotten used to eating like a bachelor…”

Bo shook her head. “Well if I’m going to be your wife, the first thing I’m going to do is make sure you’re properly fed. No wonder you’re so skinny.”

The Sheriff looked down at his stomach in surprise. Then he smiled coyly at her. “I thought you liked my body.”

“I do like your body. And that’s why I’m going make it healthy.”

“Well all right. You’re not going to make me drink raw eggs and punch meat in a freezer are you?” Bo stared at him as if he had suddenly sprouted another head. “It’s…it’s a ‘Rocky’ joke,” he said lamely. “Because Rocky drinks eggs and punches meat and…and Jessie watches the ‘Rocky’ movies way too much…”

Bo stood up and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to cook you a nutritious dinner. A real dinner.”

Pulling her close, Woody smiled. “Sounds like a plan…” He leaned in, eyes closed…

The sound of his cellphone echoing through the kitchen killed whatever was to come next. Growling, Woody snatched it off the table. “Yeah?” he paused, listening to the voice at the other end. “All right, all right. I’ll be there in twenty.” Clicking off, he sighed. “And here I was thinking about taking the day off.” Looking up, he offered apologetically, “Bank robbery. Hostages. I have to go.”

“A Sheriff’s work is never done.” Bo gave him a hug. “Just remember, tonight you get a home cooked meal. And after that,” she smiled wickedly. “You get me.”

Woody turned red from the top of his scalp to the bottom of his collar bone as he laughed loudly. “Go,” Bo said as she turned him toward the door. “Be a hero. Woody saves the day again.”

–

Bo stared at the plastic bag full of greens as she read to herself. “Let’s see. ‘Vitamin A, Vitamin C…’”

A grocery cart suddenly wheeled next to her. Jessie had her boots planted on the front bottom bar as she rode it like a skateboard. “Hey, ya know they say the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

Bo nodded absently as she continued to scan the package. “Mmm…”

Jessie waved a bottle of Jack Daniels in the air. “But I say the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his liver!”

Bo looked up and rolled her eyes. “Oh Jessie, put that back! We’re here for ingredients!” She dropped the bag in the cart. Jessie hopped off the front and Bo began to guide the cart further down the produce section.

“You’re sure goin’ through a lotta trouble for that dorky brother of mine.”

“You should’ve seen his kitchen, Jessie. Nothing but milk and a hundred cans of chili.” Bo paused and began examining some garlic cloves.

“Don’t forget about the crackers.”

Bo stopped and looked at her. “You knew?”

“Duh, he’s my brother.”

“You knew he eats like that and you never did anything?”

Jessie shrugged. “What could I do? Food’s just not somethin’ that’s ever been really important to Woody, I guess. He could be happy eatin’ chili outta the can for the rest of his life.”

Bo squared her shoulders, a determined look coming over her face. “Well, that’s not going to happen. Not if I have anything to do with it.”

As she pushed the cart again, Jessie hurried to catch up. “Well, even if my brother is a chili eatin’ dork, I think it’s sweet of you to care about him so much.”

“Well thank you, Jessie.”

“So can we pick up some Crunch Berries while we’re here? And some jumbo jerky?”

Bo sighed. “I’m beginning to think your family has a problem…”

–

It was dusk when Woody’s marked pickup truck drove up the dirt road and parked in front of the ranch. As he let himself in the door, he pulled off his hat, twisting the brim in his hands. “Bo? You here?”

“In the kitchen.”

He smiled, remembering her promise from that morning, then cleared his throat. “Ah, Sweetie, I hope you don’t mind…I know I should have called but…”

Bo poked her head around the doorframe. Her curly blonde hair was held back by a pink bandana and her cheeks were unusually flushed. Woody guessed she had been working hard all afternoon. “Oh! Buzz!”

The Ranger stood behind Woody. He saluted politely. “Ma’am. Forgive the intrusion…”

Woody look apologetic. “Room for one more? Turns Buzz here’s never had a real home cooked Earth meal.”

“It’s actually been years since I’ve had a home cooked anything,” Buzz confessed. “Star Command favors function and practicality so all of our food is given to us in capsule form. It’s been a long time since Nana Lightyear’s Banthaloaf.”

“Yeahhhh…” Woody turned. “So whaddya say, Hon?”

“Well…” Bo put a playful finger to her cheek. “I guess I don’t mind your guest…if you don’t mind mine.”

“Yours?”

There was a shriek inside from the kitchen. “MY BISCUITS ARE BURNIN’!”

As Bo rushed back into the kitchen, Woody followed. “Is that Jessie?”

The redhead was standing by the stove, holding a pan of blackened biscuits and blowing on them desperately. “They’re fine! Just gotta scrape a little off the top!” she said as she waved her oven mitted hand over the smoking tops.

Woody smirked. “You never could cook anything that didn’t involve pasta and a powdered cheese packet.”

Jessie snatched a biscuit off the pan. “I will throw this at you, Chili Boy!”

Bo clapped her hands. “All right, Boys and Girls! Let’s settle down!” Jessie dropped the biscuit. “I guess we’re going biscuit free tonight.”

“I smell smoke,” Buzz made his way into the kitchen. “Is something on fire?” He froze. “M-Miss Jessie…I had no idea…I mean…” His face turned the color of strawberries. “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”

Jessie giggled, grabbing her red braid with her mitt. “Howdy Buzz.”

He smiled at her dopily. “Hiii…”

Bo coughed, hiding a smile behind her hand. “Jessie, why don’t you go and wait for dinner with Woody and Buzz? I’m sure all three of you have some catching up to do.”

“‘Catching up to do?’” Woody echoed. “I just saw Jessie yesterday…”

Bo pointed with a large slotted spoon. “Living room, Chili Boy!”

“That’s not going to be my nickname from now on is it?”

“Go socialize!”

Woody sighed and rolled his eyes playfully. Leaning over, he gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Okay. If you say so.” Then, making sure Buzz and Jessie had already left the kitchen, he gave her a quick pinch on the bottom.

She jumped, letting out a surprised squeak, then whipped around. “Woody!”

He had already beat a retreat out the door. “I’ll see you at dinner!”

–

In the living room, he found Jessie curled up on the couch next to Buzz. “It’s called beef jerky.”

Curiously, Buzz took the piece she was offering him, examining it as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. “And you say this is real meat?”

“It’s dehydrated.” She grabbed the jerky back. “Say ‘ah!’”

Buzz raised his eyebrows in confusion. “Uh, ah?” Jessie quickly put the jerky in his mouth.

“Don’t that taste good?”

“Um, it’s very chewy. And salty.”

With a naughty grin, Jessie leaned in close, causing Buzz’s face to become enflamed. “Know what else tastes good?”

He audibly swallowed the jerky. “M-Ma’am?”

“Call me Jessie.”

Woody coughed loudly and Jessie sprang back away from Buzz. The Ranger looked at him guiltily while she glared. “Nice timin’, Killjoy.”

Woody rolled his large brown eyes as he plopped into a recliner. “Must you two flirt in my living room?”

“We could flirt in your bedroom,” Jessie said saucily. Buzz choked.

Woody scowled at her. “Deliberately ignoring that remark, you are going to be on your best behavior tonight for Bo’s dinner?”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“I mean, she’s worked very hard and I want both of you to be nice.”

“Well, there goes my plans to paint the walls with mashed taters and have a fartin’ contest,” said Jessie. “Of course I’m goin’ be nice!”

“Must you always be so sarcastic?”

“It must run in the family,” said Buzz under his breath. Both looked at him in surprise. He straightened. “Woody, I give you my word as a Space Ranger that Jessie and I will be on our best behavior tonight.”

Woody smiled at him gratefully. “Thanks, Buzz.”

Jessie shrugged, then smiled too. “Okay, I’ll behave. For Bo. She’s…the nicest person I ever met and I don’t wanna let her down.” Her smile widened into a grin. “Gotcha yerself a real keeper there, Bro.”

Woody looked down at his fingers, knitting them back and forth as he smiled almost shyly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Dinner’s ready!”

–

Woody placed himself on the end of the table. Bo had folded the napkins into little swans and as Jessie took a seat beside him, she picked one up.

“Fancy,” she giggled.

“Best behavior,” Woody said gently. She dropped the swan just as Bo placed a pot in the center of the table.

“I hope you all like it,” she pulled off the lid. “Garlic kale! Bon appétit!”

Woody stood up slightly so he could take a look. What was in the pot didn’t even fill it halfway. “Um, is that all there is?”

Bo frowned. “There was more, but it cooked down so quickly. I turned around and most of it was already gone.”

“Well I’m sure it’s fine. We just won’t have leftovers.” Woody grabbed a serving spoon. “Allow me, my Dear.” Scooping out the green vegetable, he placed some on each plate.

Lifting some on his fork, Woody smiled at Bo. “Well, here’s you, Sweetie. And to hundreds of more wonderful meals to come.”

“Oh Woody…”

He took a bite…and with everything in his willpower, did not spit it out. Instead, he chewed slowly, thoughtfully, and prayed he wasn’t making a face. “It’s…different.”

Next to Jessie, Buzz looked confused. “I’m unfamiliar with this Earth vegetable. Is it supposed to be this coarse?”

Jessie groaned and pushed away her plate. “I want my whiskey…”

“Jessie!”

Bo was watching their reactions with utter confusion and now she took a bite herself. Her eyes widened and she grabbed a napkin. Placing it over her small, delicate mouth, she spit the offending food out and folded the napkin over so it couldn’t be seen. “I don’t understand!” she said. “I followed the recipe! Why…why…” Her face fell into utter dejection as tears sprung to her big blue eyes.

Woody stood. Circling around her he placed his arms around her shoulders. “Hey now, it’s okay. Maybe it was a bad recipe.”

She turned to look at him. “But it seemed so simple! How could I mess it up?”

“Did you boil it?”

They looked at Buzz. “What?”

Buzz had pulled out his Smart Phone and was typing. “According to your internet, this Earth vegetable you call kale is naturally tough and does best when boiled first.”

Bo’s mouth dropped. “The recipe didn’t say anything about boiling the kale.”

“Perhaps it’s common knowledge…”

“Yeah, thanks Buzz.” Woody knelt as Bo buried her face in her hands. “Look, don’t worry about it. So it wasn’t a great first attempt. It’s not that bad…”

“I just…wanted to make sure you were healthy,” she said into her palms. “Kale is so healthy…I just thought if I could make you something good, you would…”

“Oh!” Woody wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for a hug. “Oh Honey!” She rested her face on his shoulder, sniffling. “Okay, so I’m not much of a vegetable guy. That shouldn’t worry you.”

“Well it does.”

He smiled at her affectionately. “Tell you what. Why don’t we toss this kale mess, and then I’ll order us a pizza. It might not be the healthiest thing but…”

“Cheese, vegetable, meat, grains,” she said, smiling up at him from his shoulder. “Sounds okay to me.”

“‘Atta girl,” he touched her chin gently. “And I’ll even order one of those Caesar side salads. For me. Would that make you feel better?”

Bo jumped up as if she had been electrocuted. She threw her arms around Woody and gave him a kiss that nearly knocked him off his boots. He grinned and giggled as she planted kisses all over his face. The laugh died in his throat however as his head turned slightly to the left.

Buzz and Jessie were still at the table watching them. Jessie had her chin propped up in her hands as she smiled impishly. “What happened to ‘best behavior’, Sheriff?”

Woody waved her off. “Awww…” Bo hugged him again and he embraced her tightly, placing a kiss on the top of her bandanna’ed hair. “That’s my favorite girl…”

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ntrending · 6 years ago

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Freezer bags are the secret to eating well on your next camping trip

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Freezer bags are the secret to eating well on your next camping trip

Nobody’s going to summit Mount Rainier or trek through Yosemite’s vast wilderness on just a handful of trail mix. When you head into the backcountry, you need balanced, hearty meals to fuel your adventures.

But not all rough-and-ready sustenance gets the job done. Ideally, your food will fit three criteria: It must taste good, cook fast, and not require too much precious stove fuel. That’s why freezer-bag cooking works so well on the trail.

I discovered the brilliance of this method at age 18, while taking an overnight trek with my aunt. For the previous 10 years, ever since my first hiking trip with my dad, I followed my father’s food preferences. He has always been the kind of backpacker who doesn’t worry about the weight of his pack, stuffing in cans of beans, tins of tuna, and boxes of Velveeta macaroni and cheese.

My aunt, on the other hand, dutifully weighed and portioned her meals in advance, creating stunning single-serve bundles that cut packaging waste and eliminated the weight of unnecessary extra servings. Plus, there was practically no cleanup after the meal. My eyes were opened—freezer bags became my default for backcountry cooking. Here’s how you can follow my lead.

The freezer bag advantage

This preparation is cheap and easy, and it also saves waste, weight, and water. What you carry into the wild, you have to carry back out. But no one likes toting a pack stuffed so full of garbage that you can’t find your eating utensils. Most of that waste comes from the packaging around your trail food. So remove those boxes, tins, and plastic wrap and place all of your ingredients in one compact zip-top freezer bag before you leave home. When you eat its contents on the trail, all that’s left to throw out (or wash and recycle) is the one bag.

With no unnecessary packaging and perfectly-portioned servings, you’ll also have less weight to carry. This is of the utmost importance to backpackers, who often cut toothbrushes in half to save an ounce or two.

This cooking method also requires less fuel, because you don’t have to simmer the food over a flame: You just add hot water and let the meal cook in the bag. On top of fuel, you save water: Instead of rinsing cookware with your precious liquid reserves, there’s zero cleanup, so you can save the H2O for the hike out.

Why build your own bags rather than buying pre-made freeze-dried meals? You can find backcountry fare lining the shelves at REI, but these meals cost about $8 to $12 on average. Plus, your options are limited, especially if you’re on a special diet. By crafting your own lightweight meals from grocery staples or bulk bins, you can save some cash and customize your meal plan.

Building your meal

A balanced diet is even more important when you’re on the trail. There, even the smallest deficiencies can seem monumental—just ask anyone who has backpacked the Grand Canyon in July without electrolytes or salty snacks. Fortunately, getting all the nutrients you need isn’t too difficult.

“Eat regularly, eat a variety, and eat often,” says Claudia Pearson, Rocky Mountain Rations Manager at the National Outdoor Leadership School (NOLS). “Those are the rules of food on the trail.”

Every meal you eat in the backcountry should contain three main components: fat, complex carbohydrates, and protein. Fat tops up your energy reserves, carbs offer a quick boost, and protein helps repair stress to your aching muscles. Salt and sugar play a part too, but at dinnertime, it’s all about refueling for muscle recovery and restocking your energy stores for tomorrow.

So when you craft your meal-in-a-bag, start with carbohydrates that cook quickly and easily, such as couscous, rice noodles, or ramen. Aim for starches that take no longer than five to seven minutes to rehydrate—otherwise, your carb may not cook fully with the freezer bag method.

Next, add a serving of protein like nuts or seeds, dried tofu, dried beans, or pre-cooked foil-packed tuna or chicken. If you opt for animal sources of protein, keep them separate in their foil-pack wrapping until you’re actually cooking the meal. That way you avoid spoilage.

And don’t forget the veggies. A few tablespoons of dried peas or mixed vegetable flakes offer necessary vitamins and minerals. To top everything off, bouillon cubes and dried spices add flavor.

It’s also worth your time to seek out foods that have the most calories for the smallest weight and size. Pearson says she often includes components like honey, peanut butter, coconut, chia, raisins, cheese, and powdered eggs, which are all nutritious and easy to prepare.

If you’re not comfortable creating your own recipes yet, we’ve provided a couple examples in the next section. Alternatively, Pearson recommends that you head to the grocery store and look for soups in bulk bins or instant cups. If you’re looking for prepackaged options, then dried refried beans, curried rice and vegetables, and ingredients like peanuts and miso paste all make for great freezer bag meals. Pearson regularly includes these foods in NOLS students’ meal packets.

“Your imagination is your only limitation,” she says. “It just has to taste good, that’s the bottom line.”

Recipes

Although you can build a meal yourself, I have a few tried-and-true recipes that have served me well. One contains meat, and the other is vegan.

Spicy Couscous

1/3 cup couscous

2 tablespoons freeze-dried peas or other vegetables

¼ teaspoon cumin

¼ teaspoon spicy chili powder

½ teaspoon dried cilantro

½ bouillon cube

1 tablespoon dried cranberries

1 tablespoon sunflower seeds

1 pouch of single-serve foil-pack chicken

Salt and pepper to taste

Place all ingredients except chicken, sunflower seeds, and cranberries into a sealed double-zipper freezer bag before hitting the trail. At dinnertime, boil 1 cup of water and pour in enough to cover the couscous. Massage or stir the bag to mix the ingredients. Zip the bag closed, then wrap in a towel and let sit for five to seven minutes, or until couscous is soft, massaging once halfway through. When cooking is complete, stir the bag’s contents (if necessary). Then add chicken, seeds, and cranberries. For minimum cleanup, enjoy straight out of the bag, or transfer to a bowl if you prefer.

Vegan curry noodles

1 package of rice-noodle ramen, without seasoning packet

½ vegetable bouillon cube

2 tablespoons dried vegetables

¼ cup textured vegetable protein (TVP)

¼ cup Coconut milk powder

1 tablespoon curry powder or paste

¼ teaspoon ground ginger

½ teaspoon red pepper flakes, optional

Place all ingredients into a sealed double-zipper freezer bag before hitting the trail. At dinnertime, boil 1 cup of water and pour in just enough to cover the noodles. Massage or stir the bag to mix the ingredients. Zip the bag closed, then wrap in a towel and let sit for five to seven minutes, or until noodles are soft, massaging once halfway through to break noodles apart and encourage even cooking. When cooking is complete, stir the bag’s contents (if necessary). Again, you can eat out of the bag or move your food to a bowl before you dig in.

Take away your trash

After you eat your meals, pack up your tent, and check your boots for spiders, don’t forget to pack out your waste—freezer bags and all. As the non-profit Leave No Trace Center for Outdoor Ethics beseeches: Enjoy your world. Leave no trace.

Written By Alisha McDarris

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healthnotion · 6 years ago

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Never Underestimate the Bolo Tie, Baby

My family has roots in New Mexico going back for centuries. I have ancestors on my dad’s side of the family that immigrated to New Mexico from Spain back in the 1600s when the area was that country’s colony. Lots of Sanchez’s and Chavez’s in my lineage. Other ancestors of mine from Switzerland, France, and Nova Scotia also settled in New Mexico in the 19th and early 20th centuries.

My mom’s parents transplanted to Albuquerque when my grandfather took the position of Regional Forester of the Southwestern Region of the U.S. Forest Service. They lived there for over 30 years.

Needless to say, I spent a lot of my childhood in New Mexico. I love that state. The scenery, the smells, the food (green chili on all the things!), and the art. The state’s tagline is quite apt: it is indeed the land of enchantment.

Grandpa Hurst in one of his signature bolo ties.

One thing I noticed on my visits to New Mexico is that a good number of residents sport bolo ties. My Grandpa Hurst regularly rocked one himself and amassed an extensive collection of them over the course of his career as an Albuquerque-based forester. There’s a reason for the prevalence of bolo ties in New Mexico: it’s the state’s official neckwear. As it is in Arizona, too. American Indians living all over the desert Southwest are famous for making and wearing bolo ties.

For most of my life, I associated this unique type of neckwear with old men, New Mexican politicians, and the 1980s. Even though as an Okie the bolo tie isn’t foreign to my state, I never thought I’d personally sport one.

That all changed at my grandfather’s funeral.

When we laid him to rest, each of his grandsons who served as pallbearers sported one of Grandpa’s old bolo ties.

I picked one from his collection that stuck out to me. It’s a silver keystone with an oval piece of turquoise inlaid in it. Simple, but distinguished.

I was wearing a pair of dark jeans, cowboy boots, white shirt, and brown sport coat. It’s a getup my grandpa would have worn. Rugged, yet refined.

I put the bolo tie on and gave myself a look in the mirror. I was expecting to feel awkward and self-conscious wearing it, but to my pleasant surprise, I thought it actually looked quite sharp on me.

“With that mustache and bolo tie, you look like a character from a Cormac McCarthy novel,” said one of my cousins. Since I’m a fan of McCarthy’s Border Trilogy, that was a nice compliment indeed.

When I got home, I put Grandpa’s bolo tie away in my treasure box. I had no intention of ever wearing it again because young guys just don’t wear bolo ties.

But one Sunday, a few weeks after his funeral, I was putting on my charcoal suit for church and reaching for my regular necktie, when the thought came to me: “Wear Grandpa’s bolo tie.”

I pulled it out of my treasure box and put it on. I thought it wouldn’t look very good with a traditional grey business suit.

“Well I’ll be damned,” I thought, echoing one of my grandfather’s catchphrases as I looked in the mirror. “This is a good look. A great look.”

I walked out to the kitchen to get Kate’s opinion. I thought she’d giggle and think that I looked dorky or was trying to be ironic.

“That looks way, way better than I thought it would,” she said.

The Mrs. was sold on the bolo tie too.

At church, I got all sorts of compliments from folks. And it gave me a chance to talk to them about my grandpa. The bolo tie was a big hit.

Since that day, the bolo tie has become a regular part of my wardrobe. They’re a great way for me to express my New Mexican heritage and remember my grandfather, and they definitely set me apart from the pack. Nothing makes a man stand out like wearing a piece of braided leather string held together by a piece of metal. It’s a statement piece, par excellence.

The bolo tie is not to be underestimated, my friends, and I think it’s due a comeback.

If you’ve been thinking about sporting one, but always felt a bit sheepish about it or weren’t sure how to do it without looking like you’re attending a Western or 1980s-themed party, consider this your guide to the way of the bolo.

A Bolo Tie By Any Other Name Is Still a Bolo Tie

A bolo tie consists of a braided leather cord with silver or metal tips. The cord is threaded through a slide or clasp made of metal, wood, or beads. The clasp is typically decorated or made in the shape of Western designs and motifs like bears, thunderbirds, horses, and cattle skulls. The clasps are often inlaid with turquoise or other precious stones. Some are embellished with Indian beading.

Bolo ties go by different names. Bola tie, cowboy tie, and string tie have all been used interchangeably. As long as it’s a braided cord clasped together and worn like a tie, it’s a bolo tie.

The History of the Bolo Tie

The exact origins of the bolo tie have been obscured by the desert sands of the American Southwest. Some historians say it was inspired by bandanas that Zuni and Navajo Indians wore around their neck and kept clasped together with a silver scarf slide. Someone got the idea to substitute a piece of a leather string for the fabric and boom! The bolo tie was born.

Historian Bill Krammer literally wrote the book on bolo ties: Bola Tie: New Symbol of the West. According to him, the origins of the bolo tie can be traced back to a serendipitous moment Arizona silversmith Victor E. Cedarstaff experienced while chasing wild horses in the 1940s. While on the chase, Cedarstaff’s silver-clasped hatband slipped off, causing his hat to fly away. He salvaged his hatband and slipped it over his neck for safekeeping. His companeros noticed and complimented his new “tie.” The rest is southwestern style history.

Cedarstaff created a line of ties inspired by the incident. He braided leather, placed silver tips on the ends to keep them from fraying, and then joined the strands with a turquoise stone to be used as an adjustable clasp. He applied for a patent, calling his creation the bola tie, named after the boleadoras cords used by Argentinian cowboys.

While the exact origin of the bolo tie is uncertain, we do know it indeed emerged in the American Southwest sometime during the 1940s. It’s served as an artistic medium for American Indian artists and Southwestern silversmiths ever since.

Bolo ties became Western style staples during the 1950s and 1960s. Businessmen and politicians living in the Southwest wore bolo ties to work in lieu of traditional neckties.

The bolo tie jumped the pond to the United Kingdom in the 1950s and became a favorite style accessory among “Teddy Boys.”

The Boss got in on the 80s bolo tie trend, rocking it on the cover of his 1987 album.

During the 1980s, the bolo tie became a nationwide fad in the United States thanks to rockabilly revivalists like Brian Setzer and the Stray Cats, and New Wave artists who wore them in music videos on newly minted MTV. Bolo ties could also be seen around the necks of several television and movie celebrities during this time. For example, before he was the nerdy dad in Two and a Half Men, Jon Cryer was a hot 1980s movie icon thanks to his breakout role as bolo tie-wearing Duckie Dale in Pretty In Pink.

Like most things during the 1980s, the bolo tie was worn in excess and soon became a tired fad. During the 1990s and 2000s, it went back to being a style piece worn mainly by cowboys and Indians living in the American Southwest.

But in recent years, the bolo tie has been popping up again. San Diego Chargers QB Philip Rivers caused a stir and bolo tie shortage in San Diego when he started wearing them to press conferences. Bruno Mars is a fan of the bolo tie. Hell, even Snoop Dog will rock a quasi-bolo every now and then.

Where to Get Bolo Ties

Of course famous photographer Ansel Adam wore a bolo tie — the guy had an eye for aesthetics.

Bolo ties come in a wide range of prices, from a few bucks to a few thousand dollars.

If you’re just stepping your toes into the world of bolo ties and don’t want to spend too much money, thrift stores and eBay are your friends. There are tons of affordable, vintage bolo ties there. What I think happens is some old man who had a considerable collection of bolo ties dies. None of his kids or grandkids want them, so they get sold in an estate sale or donated to Goodwill.

The bolo ties you find online or at thrift stores will be a mixed bag. Some will have authentic turquoise made by Indian artists and craftsmen, while others will be Made in China pieces from the 1980s bolo tie craze. At this point, don’t worry about the authenticity, just buy the ones you like.

You can also find new bolo ties at most Western clothing stores in your area. These will be a mixture of handcrafted and mass-produced ties.

You may find that your bolo tie itch has been scratched by these affordable ties. But should you catch the bolo tie bug and want something much more primo, you’ll need to make a trip to the American Southwest where you’ll find craftsmen who create these ties as real works of art. They hand shape and hand pound the silver for the clasp as well as use authentic turquoise from the area. Instead of silver, some make clasps from intricate weaving and beading. You’ll find both new and vintage pieces made by famous artists in most jewelry stores in the Southwest. Expect to pay a few hundred to a few thousand dollars for these pieces.

How to Wear a Bolo Tie

So you’ve got your bolo tie. How do you wear it so it actually looks good? Here are a few tips:

Own it. Bolo ties are controversial. They’re like bow ties or seersucker suits: People either love them or hate them. So if you’re going to wear a bolo tie, you got to own it — people’s opinions be damned. If you look embarrassed or sheepish wearing a bolo tie, it’s just going to look goofy on you. Wear it boldly!

Consider your geography. Bolo ties are an American Southwest style staple, and are associated with cowboys, Indians, industries like ranching, oil, and gas, and more rural, frontier areas. If you have a connection to one or more of those things, the bolo tie will look more natural around your neck.

If you live east of the Mississippi and don’t have these connections, the bolo tie will look more out of place.

Westerners have a lot more freedom to wear bolo ties on a regular basis and even at formal occasions like weddings and funerals. If you want to sport a bolo tie on the regular, take advantage of that liberty.

Easterners are likely limited to wearing a bolo tie to a club or a night out on the town where being a bit fashion forward and breaking the style rules are accepted. Even then, unless you have some sort of connection to the American West, the tie will likely come off as ironic rather than sincere.

Wear with Western or buttoned-down shirts. Because of their rugged and casual appearance, bolo ties are best matched with a more casual dress shirt like a Western dress shirt or any shirt with a buttoned down collar like an oxford or denim shirt. Add a sport coat with some texture and you’ve got a real sharp look.

Some folks have taken to wearing bolo ties like a necklace, sporting them with t-shirts. In my opinion, this strays too far from the bolo tie’s classic Western roots and just looks weird. Stick with shirts that have a collar.

Wear it like a regular necktie for a more formal look. The bolo tie was originally made to be worn exactly like a necktie. Button all the buttons on the front of your shirt, including the top collar button, and then slide the clasp all the way to the top of your neck. Button down the collars to your shirt.

Keepin’ it loose.

Wear it looser for a more casual look. If you’re pairing the bolo with a more casual get-up, unbutton the top button of your shirt and wear the bolo a bit more loosely around your neck.

Wear it with a suit, if you wish. Can you wear a bolo tie with a suit? You bet. It takes some chutzpah to do so though, because of the casual nature of the bolo tie. You don’t need to pair a special Western suit with the bolo. You can wear one with a traditional suit that you already have. Just wear a buttoned-down oxford, and you’re good to go. A bolo would look really weird with a spread collar.

My go-to look for the bolo tie: A pair of dark denim jeans, white button-down oxford, a brown sport coat, and a pair of cowboy boots. Simple. Classic. And the perfect combination of rugged and refined.

That’s what I like. Experiment to find what works for you. And never underestimate the bolo tie, baby.

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