#in the summers he used to help out on a goat farm!!!!

[coqueverette]

random twdg characters + the squishmallows i would gift them <3

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Yandere farm x farmhand reader 🌾

A/n: this contains few nsfw mentions, mdni please! They're not all that yandere, just a bunch of dumb silly hybrids trying to catch their favorite humans attention. This is their intro

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★yandere farm x farmhand reader. I know this isn't original, but I always love the concept. Just minding your business, sweaty and hot from the sun, when suddenly a certain German Shepard hybrid starts sniffing you up and down, lapping up your sweaty skin and grinning when you swat him away. How did you end up here?

★maybe you came here for a summer job, maybe some relatives owned the farm, maybe you were always working here. Either way, it doesn't take long for the hybrids to notice you once you arrive.

★the bulls and cows watching curiously from the fields, the centaurs trying to peek from their stables, the merfolk living in the lake just down the property poke their little heads out. The dogs barking from their Little homes, and the cats watching from the windows. You couldn't help but gawk at the variety of hybrids, there were so many! Merfolk, avians, cattle, cats, dogs.

★your first week there was nice, the other farmhands were nice, and the owners were so sweet! Always speaking fondly of their pets, the old couple would watch them run in the field or play by the lake. You yourself found them a little annoying. Always sniffing, grabbing, nipping at your clothes. You've had to fight your overall bottoms free from one of the pooches one too many times. The cats were no better.

★your second week you meet the cattle and centaurs. And unlike the house cats and guard dogs, they're less handsy. Simply observing from afar. Occasionally sniffing you before nodding their heads and pulling away. Letting you do your job of combing, cleaning and fixing up them and their stables. The cattle would happily let you milk them, applying the breast pumps to the females and a cock pump to the males. You ignored how they looked at you strangely during milkings

★the third week you meet the avians. Odd little bunch, hopping around and puffing up their chests. They watched you enter their enclosure curiously, you were busy picking up their molten feathers because you thought they were pretty. So bright and colorful! Walking around bent over a little when you finally notice the peacock male standing right Infront of you. He gave you a pointed look before his tail feathers expanded. Looking prideful, tilting his chin up as if in an arrogant way. Swaying side to side and closer to you, while you just held the feathers in your hands, a little confused. He got closer until he let out an incredibly loud squawk. Turning around abruptly to glare at the cuckoo who bent down to poke his butt. The cuckoo gave you a grin before climbing back up the tree, using this time as distraction, you quickly escaped.

★on the fourth week, you meet the merfolk. Having been here a month, they were eager to meet you. Watching you walk on the dock with fish feed, eagerly Perking up and swimming closer. You shook out a good handful and chucked it out for the koi fish to eat. They swarmed the area until all the food was gone, simply staring up at you. One poked her head out, tilting it a bit and making a 'click' sound with her tongue. You mimicked her, doing the same. She seemed elated, making various whistles and clicks, splashing up and down the lake. The lake was manmade and filled with koi fish when it was finished, but then again there may be more fish not even the owners know about since it was so deep. How'd they get in there? You're not sure, but you just know it.

★on the fifth week your owners told you about how they had bought multiple sheep, and goats. One male for each group. Watching the loading truck approach the little barn they were finished building. So that's why it was there, they started construction when you arrived the first week. You helped the other farmhands get them situated, at first they were rowdy and a little aggressive but for some reason calmed down when you approached them. Your colleagues now called you the sheep whisperer. You quickly learned how to shave their wool and milk the goats properly. Sometimes braiding their long hair, you just wish the ram would stop headbutting the nearest male colleague for your attention.

★On your sixth week, you went for a walk in the forest when suddenly a little body of fluffy fur tackled you, growling with it's teeth barred. You looked up to see a Pomeranian hybrid, trying it's best to look intimidating. Their fluffy tail gave them away, it was wagging 100mph. They visibly deflated when you reached up a hand to pet them, letting you for A couple minutes before getting off. Walking back into the woods towards three wolves. Dissapearing with them. Not soon after you found a friendly garden naga. Just lounging on a rock and enjoying the sun. You asked to join and they let you, laying there for a good while until you had to go back to the farm. Noticing they had wrapped their tail around you, oh boy. It'll take a good while to get out. Welp, might as well make yourself comfortable and wait for the dogs to come find you

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HYBRIDS AND THEIR NAMES:

Week one, cats and dogs;

Brutus, dog hybrid, 18, German Shepard, he/him

Dolly, dog hybrid, 26, doberman, she/her

bladviba, dog hybrid, 25, black Russian terrier, he/him

Molly, dog hybrid, 17, chow chow, she/her

Sweet pea, dog hybrid, 17, samoyed, they/them amab

bubba, dog hybrid, 37, borzoi, he/him

Princess, cat hybrid, 18, ragdoll, she/her

Prince, cat hybrid, 19, Norwegian forest cat, he/him

King, cat hybrid, 27, Khao manee, he/him

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Second week, cattle and centaurs;

Miss bené, cow hybrid, 49, white park cattle, she/her

Miss blackberry, cow hybrid, 22, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Polly, cow hybrid, 26, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss frufru, cow hybrid, 28, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Miss Vivian, cow hybrid, 35, Aberdeen Angus, she/her

Big daddy, bull hybrid, 52, Aberdeen Angus, he/him

Johnny, bull hybrid, 18, Aberdeen Angus/white park cattle, he/him

Jacqueline, centaur, 19, shire horse, she/her

Timothy, centaur, 21, galineers cob, he/him

maya, centaur, 17, fjord horse, they/them

Casper, centaur, 23, ardennais, he/him

miguel, centaur, 18, Andalusian horse, he/him

harmony, centaur, 25, Breton horse, they/them

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third week, avians;

Sydney, avian, 22, cockatoo, they/he

Evangeline, avian, 19, peacock, she/her

Gabriel, avian, 20, peacock, he/him

fajarah, avian, 24, indian ring necked parakeet, she/her

Foolish, avian, 26, owl finch, he/him

simon, avian, 28, tyto alba, he/him

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Fourth week, merfok;

tancho, koi fish merfolk, 19, tancho koi, he/him

kiko, koi fish merfolk, 19, kikokuryu koi, she/her

hime, koi fish merfolk, 19, hirenaga koi, she/her

Tsu, koi fish merfolk, 19, doitsu koi, they/them

koromo, koi fish merfolk, 19, koromo koi, he/him

Mason, lake 'monster' (crocodile), 20, freshwater crocodile, he/him

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Fifth week, goats and sheep;

Sally, goat, 25, angora goat, she/her

Opal, goat, 24, Tennessee fainting goat, she/her

Sasha, goat, 26, australian cashmere goat, she/her

kim, ram, 23, dutch landrace goat, he/him

Poka, sheep, 19, Valais black nose, they/them

Juniper, sheep, Valais black nose, she/her

violet, sheep, 18, harri, she/her

azucar, sheep, 17, Columbia sheep, she/her

Wehrner, ram, 21, American black belly, he/him

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Sixth week, the forest creatures:

roxy, wolf hybrid, 19, grey wolf, she/her

Silas, wolf hybrid, 21, grey wolf, he/him

Milo, wolf hybrid, 20, albino Grey wolf, they/them

Kiki, dog hybrid, 18, Pomeranian, they/them

Coachella, naga, 27, garden snake, they/him

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[villainology]

i feel like a kid running around with their drawing to show everyone else in the room bc i've already told like 2 other blogs about this scenario i had while i was trying to sleep but can you IMAGINE being a family friend of the sawyers? maybe your grandparents knew theirs before times were tough and cannibalism became their means of survival, and your family's died off and left you the little farmhouse and patch of land a few miles outside of the sawyers' boundaries. drayton's clarified you're off-limits (through some honorary family-friend ideals, or as not to upset grandpa 'cause your folks were always kind to them) and you're none the wiser to their true savagery they get up to (you can hear a scream once or twice, when you drive your dad's old beat up truck near their land sometimes, but you always think they've got really rowdy and funny sounding goats). but you've inherited your family's farmhouse and poor little you just doesn't know anything about farming and fixing up the house! no matter how hard you try, nothing grows, so one uneventful day you drop off some seeds as a gift for drayton since, well, they're not getting any use with you, and you mention a problem that needs fixing. maybe it's a rusty shed door you can't get open, or a busted roof. either way, drayton's always liked to keep up apparances and you haven't had a chance to meet the new additions of the family, so drayton sends johnny back with you (after giving him thorough lecturing about how no, you are NOT a potential victim, you're just a little oblivious, and plus johnny's the most... convincingly normal one out of all of them, arguably) to fix something up for you as thanks for the seeds. so now there's a sweaty, attractive, pretty charming (and maybe a little subtly condescending) guy fixing up something because you hadn't the slightest clue how to fix it, so you might as well make him some lemonade or tea and thank him! and, well, johnny might think you're amusing. pretty sweet, pretty cute, pretty *airheaded*. drayton said you were off-limits for anything violent, of course, but that didn't mean he couldn't test any other limits, right?

aaaah~ no bc wait I think you’re onto something here!! you got me thinking so many filthy thots rn, so I made a lil drabble, hope that’s okay w you? 😭❤️ sjdbdjdndnfnf I hope it’s written okay, I wrote this half asleep in bed but I couldn’t stop thinking abt it!

warnings — slight dub-con, light smut, Johnny being Johnny!

“Here you go, Mr Johnny,” you smiled up the ladder toward him as you walked out with two glasses of lemonade in hand, “where’d ya want it?”

“Just set it down on the table there.” His voice was stern, a tad hint of annoyance laced into it, not that you noticed.

Johnny stood at the top of the ladder, nail in mouth as he hammered another into roof of your porch, closing off the gap which would hopefully stop the rattling noise anytime there was a gust of wind. He slipped the hammer and last few nails into his work belt before looking down at you stood below him, so innocently sipping through the curly straw in your lemonade glass.

The Texan heat wasn’t good for much, but the way it made a light coat of sweat glisten on your body as the sun began to set was enough to make him appreciate the summer weather. Your denim shorts just a little too high up and your white vest top just a little too low, but from where he was stood he got to have the perfect angle down your shirt, and you were none the wiser.

Johnny carefully came down the ladder before picking his glass up off the table, his eyes never once leaving your body. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, you really were oblivious, so innocent and air-headed that he wondered how you survived off by yourself all these years before coming back to the farmlands.

The way Drayton sent him out here with you alone, like sending a lamb off to the slaughter — an adorable, pretty little lamb making lemonade for a starving lion. Johnny wondered to himself what you’d think if you found out what they were really like, just how savage and dangerous they were, would you run scared from him, give him chase to hunt you down on acres of land?

“Sorry about you having to come out here, I’ve clearly got a lot to learn about all this type of stuff, huh?” You laughed as you gestured toward the house and the land surrounding it.

Johnny was snapped from his thoughts, a fake little smile crossing his face as he nodded, “don’t sweat it, darlin’, friends helping out friends, ain’t that right?”

He knew that Drayton said you weren’t to be a victim, that you weren’t some prey to be chased and hunted down, butchered just for the hell of it, but what about anything else? After all, this was Drayton’s way of saying thanks to you, but what did Johnny get out of this? Where was his thank you for fixing up your roof free of charge? If you weren’t going to be Johnny’s victim then he’d sure as hell find away for you to give him thanks.

“Say,” he placed his half empty glass down on the table beside him, “you moved back up here all alone, not got a boyfriend following you here?”

“Oh, heh, no. Haven’t had one of those in a long while, Mr Johnny.”

“Huh, well that’s just peachy, darlin’.”

He walked from the table and closer to you, his hand stroking up and down your arm as he worked his way behind you, his warm body pressing up against yours as he leaned down to your ear, “how about a thank you for all my hard work, hm?”

His hand snaked its way around your waist and played with the button of your shorts, his lips grazing across the delicate skin of your neck, gently kisses to distract you from what his hands were doing. Truth be told you didn’t want him to stop, and he could tell. The way you let him unbutton your pants without a fight, his fingers working their way between your legs and tracing a line back and forth against your clothed cunt.

“Mr Johnny, I don’t think—”

“That’s alright, baby, you don’t gotta think,” his free hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head to the side so he could more easily bite and suck at your skin, “just gotta do whatever I tell you to do.”

After all, Drayton said you couldn’t be slaughtered like he did the others, but he didn’t say anything about Johnny not being able to fuck you til’ you couldn’t walk no more.

[ramblingoak]

Jam Day

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 15 - Jam Session

Mountain x Rain (using a bonus prompt today but interpreting it a bit differently hehe)

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. It's sort of like a Satanic version of a Hallmark town. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: a bit smutty at the end, nsfw 18+ only, 800 words (thank you @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

Rain had fallen in love with Mountain’s farm immediately.

As an artist, the sheer amount of inspiration everywhere was overwhelming.  Beyond the flowers, fruit and vegetables Mountain grew and the handful of animals he kept the area around the farm was beautiful.  The thick woods, pond and rolling hills were a painter’s dream.  Rain’s fingers were constantly twitching, wanting to grab a pencil or a brush to start recreating the natural world around him.

Of course Mountain was inspirational in his own right.

After he had moved in, Rain had insisted on helping out around the farm.  He had learned that Mountain did more than throw some feed out for his hens every morning.  Each morning they would check over the fencing around the coup and the coup itself.  Apparently there had been an incident with a hellhound a few years ago and Mountain still felt guilty.  So when it came to his “Golden Girls” as he called them he was extremely protective.

The two goats that Mountain had adopted, Penny and Pepper, were a bit of a sore spot for Rain.  For one, if they were roaming around when he was out sketching or painting the little bastards were known to grab onto his paper or his brushes.  Basically anything they could get their little mouths around they would take off with.  Mountain and Rain had a standing date each week to visit Mary Goore at GraveYarns and replace whatever the two goats had taken.   

The rest of the farm involved the greenhouses that Mountain kept his flowers in, the main way he made money.  He spent many long days and nights getting his bouquets ready each week during market season.  When the market wasn’t going on he still sold them, mainly relying on anyone that lived in Lucifer’s Hollow that needed flowers for whatever reason.  But he also gave them as gifts, something Rain was very familiar with.

Mountain also grew a large selection of fruits and vegetables.  He sporadically sold them at the market with his flowers but he mostly used them in his own cooking, as gifts or gave them away to some of the local food banks in the area.  Rain’s boyfriend was amazing in the kitchen and that led to the water ghoul’s current dilemma: Jam Day.

Jam Day, as Rain had dubbed it, happened once a month in the summer.  As long as there were ripe fruits Mountain would take a day to make homemade jam, filling dozens of small glass jars with the treat.  The house always smelled amazing during and after, the sweet scent of the fruit permeating the air for days.  Even better, Mountain would smell like the jam as well.  Rain had soon found it impossible to resist him when this happened.

“Did you just lick me?”

“No.”  Rain flicked his tongue against Mountain’s neck again while he clung to the earth ghoul.  “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“If you’re hungry I could make you something.”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.”  Another lick, this time he dragged his tongue across Mountain’s pulse.  “I can wait.  Focus on the jam.”

“It’s kind of hard when my boyfriend is licking me.”  

“Mmm, speaking of hard,”  Rain pulled away enough so he could sneak a hand in between them and cup Mountain’s cock through his pants. “What’s going on here?”

“It’s very interested in the licking.”

Rain grinned and began to massage his cock, pleased to feel it hardening more under his touch.  His mouth was watering just thinking about it and he was torn between dropping to his knees right there or attempting to drag Mountain to their bedroom.  His boyfriend seemed to decide for him, sliding his strong arms around Rain’s waist and hauling him out of the kitchen and down the hallway to their room.  

“Wait, what about the jam?”

“The jam is fine, duckweed.”  Rain giggled when he got dumped onto the bed, rolling over just in time to catch an armful of earth ghoul.  “You are so distracting.”  

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Liar.”  

Rain’s retort disappeared into Mountain’s mouth.  Their tongues tangled with each other as one of Rain’s hands grabbed onto a horn, the other tangling in Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul’s hands were busy elsewhere, tugging at the drawstring of Rain’s pants and shoving them down far enough so his cock sprang free.  Rain broke away from the kiss with a gasp when a strong hand wrapped around him. 

“M-Mountain, fuck yes.”  

“It should be a crime to interrupt Jam Day.”  A disbelieving laugh bubbled up in Rain’s throat and he tugged at Mountain’s horns so he could kiss him again.  His boyfriend allowed it, grinning as he got closer.  “I’ll have to think of a suitable punishment.”  

“Plea—ah, yes—please.”

He pouted when Mountain pulled away, another ‘please’ on the tip of his tongue but when Mountain scooted down the bed and took Rain’s cock in his mouth the rest of it died in his throat.  

Fuck, he loved Jam Day.

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[winterspiderpurrs]

Farm au!!! Tony and Stephen are married and have been for years (like old bickering couple but still kiss like teenagers). A few years ago they hired Peter to work the farm, but now he is pretty much their adopted son😌😌

Steve and Bucky also work for them. One or both get their eyes on Peter mayhaps?👀👀 - @professional-benaddict 💗💗

Hi Rafni!! @professional-benaddict Hope you like this!

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" Aw come on guys! I just got back! Give me a day or two to adjust!"

Peter covers his eyes as he moves to go get the basket on the kitchen counter that is used to hold the fresh eggs.

Tony laughs and tosses a pillow over at Peter. He sits up from his spot on the couch where Stephen and him were making out heavily. They had gotten used to Peter not being around, though this still happened when he was before, but they 'tried' to make sure they were fairly descent.

"Tough luck Kid! Now get out of the house! While your out stop and introduce yourself to Steve and Bucky."

Peter shakes his head and laughs, picking up the tossed pillow and throwing it back lightly, hitting Stephen.

"Hey!"

"See you guys later! Gonna feed the chickens and get the eggs and check in on Karen!"

Stephen grumbles to Tony as he pulls him back closer.

" Can't believe you let him name that horse Karen."

Peter wondered away from the main house before heading toward the large chicken coup. The coup was situated next to the smaller house on the property. When Stephen and Tony bought the farm, it was a bit of a retirement project for them both.

They had a handful of horses, cows, some goats, and chickens. They had acres full of corn, soybeans, green beans and their own personal garden that everyone tends to. That one connected the two homes on the property, it had a small pumpkin patch, rows of tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, radishes and turnips.

It was a bit much in the beginning, growing such a variety, but with their access to all the land they were able to divide it up in way to make it work for themselves. And as profits grew, they were able to hire in more help.

Ben Parker worked at the farm before Tony and Stephen bought it. He stayed working with the farm up until two years ago, his last trip into the city he had gotten into a wreck and passed away. They didn't expect Peter Parker to show up a month after, asking if he could work for them. They refused at first, knowing that the kid was in college, and they hadn't wanted him to give up on his dream to work at the farm.

But they both knew that May and Ben were on hard time, even with what they paid Ben. Between them taking in their nephew to raise, May's medical bills even with the insurance they offered. Money would be tight. But Tony was able to convince Peter to work during the summer months, winter break or whenever he was home. That way he could stay in school.

Peter was humming as he started gathering the eggs up out of the coup. The rest of the chickens were out of the coup eating at the feed he had just scattered out into their pen. Once he had checked all the trays for eggs, he covered the eggs he had in the basket up with a cloth.

He went to sit down to watch the hens and roosters run around, the head Rooster who he like to call 'Dodger' because of how much he runs away and dodges getting caught, got in his lap when he heard a voice call out, he looked up toward the smaller house on the property, it served as a guest house and as a place for workers to take a break.

"Hey Kid, What are you doing?"

Smiling, Peter gave an awkward wave.

"Hi! Mr. Stark said he hired new people to help. I'm Peter! Peter Parker"

The guy wiped a thing of sweat off his face with the towel he had around his neck before he nods towards Peter.

"Call me Bucky"

"Nice to meet ya Bucky"

Bucky offers him a small smile, and nods again.

"If your staying later, why don't you join Steve and I for dinner. Since your going to be around for a bit."

"Oh! Yes I mean sure.That sounds great"

"See you then Doll"

It was about an hour later when Peter was heading back with Karen to bring her back to the barn for the evening when he saw someone sitting outside with a couple of the horses.

"Hey! You must be Steve! I'm Peter."

Steve looked up startled out of his thoughts before he offered Peter a smile. Standing up and giving Peter a firm handshake.

"Nice to meet you Peter, Tony talks about you often"

Peter laughs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah? Hopefully good things. I'm just bringing in Karen, do you want me to help with Jarvis and Friday?"

"I got them, time I should get them in anyway."

And that is how when Peter knocked on the door of the guest house, both Steve and Bucky were there, trying to open the door for him first.

[chronicowboy]

i love you (and i like you) aka the parks and rec au | 65k

"Dad!" Christopher shouts suddenly, moving past Buck with frankly impressive speed. "There's a petting zoo!"

Buck spins around to greet Shannon's mysterious ex and he has to rub his eyes to make sure what he's seeing isn't a hallucination brought on by the sleep deprivation and blaring summer heat because Eddie Diaz is hefting Christopher up onto his hip like he weighs nothing, big cow eyes softer than Buck has ever seen them as he listens to his son—his son!!—ramble about the farm animals with a smile that almost brings Buck to his knees.

"Fuck," he hisses to himself.

"Yeah." Shannon sighs solemnly in solidarity. "They tend to have that effect on people."

"Christ, did you know this whole time?" he asks suddenly. Shannon grins at him.

"I had my suspicions after Eddie disappeared on us at Macarthur park and came back looking like a broken man." She shrugs. "But I didn't know you were the guy my ex-husband has been talking about constantly for the past week."

"Constantly?" Buck croaks. Shannon nods, a twinkle to her eyes. "All good things I hope, but all bad things I assume."

"All good things said with the tone of a man talking about the bad things," she says cryptically.

"Oh, God," Buck blanches. "I told him he hated kids."

"Oh, yeah." Shannon laughs. "That was a fun day for me. For Eddie, not so much."

And Buck hasn't taken his eyes off Eddie since this revelation which is how he knows Eddie hasn't once looked away from his kid, but it also means he's looking when Eddie looks back at him with something wary to the set of his jaw. Shannon steps forward then and starts ushering Chris towards the petting zoo with a pointed glance at the both of them, and Buck is widening his eyes apologetically before they're even out of earshot.

"Eddie, I am so fucking sorry," he rushes out. "I was angry when I said that, but I had no right to accuse you of it, kid or no kid or best kid in the whole world. Which. I don't have to tell you how many kids I meet in this job, Eddie, but I've never met a kid like Chris."

"Yeah, he's pretty special," Eddie murmurs, eyes on Christopher as he navigates his way through the crowd. "And I appreciate your apology," Eddie says to him, "but your fourth outburst was actually kind of helpful?" He squints at himself before shaking his head. "What I mean is that I do everything for that kid. Absolutely everything I do... It's all for him, you know?" And, God, the pure, unfiltered love in Eddie's voice is enough to make Buck reconsider religion because this must be what real worship looks like. "But sometimes I get so in my head about what I'm doing for him that I forget that its, you know, for him. You reminded me of that," Eddie says softly, only turning to meet his eyes once Chris is balanced against the railing of the goat enclosure. Buck gets a little breathless at the remnants of his gentle love on his face. "So, thank you. For reminding me." Eddie smiles at him for a beat before it twists into an expression of realisation. "Wait, you're the park creep that befriended my son and flirted with my ex?"

"Well, that's not..." Buck rubs a sheepish hand over the back of his neck and kicks at the ground. "Shannon flirted with me first, it was instinct to flirt back. And she's the one that called me a creep, Christopher thinks I'm cool."

"Yeah, he does," Eddie breathes out. "Shannon told me what you did for him. With the swing."

"Oh, I didn't do anything." Buck waves him off. "He looked interested is all."

"Well, you made his week. Couldn't stop talking about wanting to be a park ranger. Still won't stop talking about it actually." Eddie shoots him one of those soft-eyed looks.

"There'll be an internship waiting for him when he's sixteen," Buck mutters hoarsely before stuffing his hands in his pockets and averting his eyes. "You know, if there's still a parks department for me to be a part of."

"Well then, guess I'll have to see what I can do." Eddie winks at him, then blinks at himself like he's wondering what the fuck he just did—and Buck is right there with him—before gravitating towards his son.

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[goodstuffhappenedtoday]

10 years ago, Batkid was battling bad guys and cancer — now he's 15 and healthy

Today, Miles Scott is a healthy teenager with a passion for baseball. He plays catcher for his high school in Tulelake, Calif. "I wear all-black in baseball," Miles said. "So the dugout's always screaming 'Batkid! Batkid!'" Ten years ago, the then-5-year-old Miles won hearts both in his hometown and around the world when he transformed into the black-clad superhero Batkid for a day, becoming an instant media sensation. The Make-A-Wish Foundation, a non-profit that grants wishes to children who are seriously ill, partnered with the City of San Francisco to organize the adventure for Miles, who had been battling acute lymphoblastic leukemia since he was just 18 months old. According to the Yale School of Medicine, the disease is the most common type of childhood cancer. Survival rates used to be low, but these days children with the disease have up to a 90% chance of going on to lead a healthy life. Granting the wish Make-A-Wish went to elaborate lengths to make Miles' dream of becoming Batman's sidekick Batkid true. The foundation enlisted the help of The Mayor of San Francisco (the late Ed Lee), the San Francisco Police and Fire Departments, the San Francisco Giants and many other individuals and entities. San Francisco was re-dubbed "Gotham City" — Batman's fictional home — for the day. Clad in his Batkid costume and accompanied by a grownup Batman (played by Eric Johnston), the pair zipped around in their Batmobile thwarting villains — they prevented The Riddler from robbing a bank vault — and undertaking daring rescues, including freeing the San Francisco Giants' mascot Lou Seal from The Penguin's clutches.

Thousands of people descended on San Francisco to cheer Miles on. He earned a key to the city. The San Francisco Chronicle published a special edition of its daily newspaper to mark the occasion. Then-U.S. President Barack Obama sent Miles words of encouragement via a video message on social media. "The feeling was palpable; you could just feel the positiveness and how the community came together," said Miles' mom, Natalie Scott. "People flew in from everywhere and it just gave everyone some sense of peace almost." The event was covered by many mainstream media organizations, including NPR. And millions of people around the world followed the #Batkid hashtag on social media. Batkid lives on Batkid's legacy didn't end on that day.

The wish was the subject of the 2015 Warner Bros. documentary, Batkid Begins. Media organizations have revisited the story over the years. "He plays Little League, attends fifth grade, helps on his family's farm and sold his first market goat at the fair over the summer," reported his hometown California paper, The Siskyou Daily News, on Batkid's fifth anniversary in 2018.

And Miles himself has been free of cancer for the past few years. "Every year he goes for a checkup, and everything's been on the straight and narrow, so, we hope to keep it that way," said Nick Scott, Miles' dad. Miles has grown out of his Batkid costume. But his kid brother Ben donned it last Halloween. Miles is now in high school and is looking ahead to the future. "Right now, he's dead set on going to Alaska and being a 'pack mule' for his cousin's husband's guide business," said Natalie Scott. "And he has a lot of interest in welding. So we'll see!"

[johnwickb1tsch]

3 + 21 for the ask game 🫶💕✨🥰

Awwww thank you darlin’ @donakascreaming  ! ❤❤❤❤

3. Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

I really went back to my 90s kid roots this year 😆 Apparently my most listened to band this year was Hole (courtney love’s band). Listening to them with more mature(?) ears was a fun experience, I know I did not grasp their depth back when I was in seventh grade, I just loved their angry girl rock vibes 🤣. The Celebrity Skin album definitely fueled the writing of The Girl Next Door. It gives those vibes of trying to make it in LA and how it can turn you into a monster instead, the depression/apathy for life that can come along with it, and the struggles of loving someone who maybe doesn't love you back…🙃

21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

That’s an interesting question! So, I live on an old farm that my husband and I are working on rehabbing, and this year a friend very generously brought over this insane tree-eating machine to help us clear out some overgrown fields and also make trails going down to the river that borders our acreage. We never ever could have afforded to hire out this machine, and he just did it for free because its fun for him. He really blessed us. I think it would have taken us 2 years to do the work with the tools we have (a tractor and my muscles 😂) and he just ate through all these invasive bushes we have growing here in like a week. I’m really excited to be a step closer to getting goats and cows 🥰🥰 and using the nature trails this coming summer.

[mountsmase]

All I keep thinking about is Mason using his time off to spend time with you and your family. I live in the UK now to study but back home in my country I live on a farm and whenever I have a longer time off I go back there to help. I just can’t imagine mason helping out with the horses, goats or chickens or even better him on a tractor. Poor boy would be knackered after a day of hard work

the thought of Mason on a tractor has me howling 😭

I can’t necessarily imagine him doing that type of work but I think he’d still want to get involved? even if it’s something that’s completely out of his comfort zone he’d still give it a go and try his best 🥹 and he’d put in the effort to get to know your family and he’d get on with them so well

I love the thought of him spending any free time he has during summer break with you, like he’d go on his little lads trip with the guys before you go away on holiday with his family and then a few days later you’d go away with yours 😭 it would be so so busy for both of you but so relaxing at the same time? Just some quality time together to recharge and get ready for a busy season/work schedule ahead

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

could you do something for yandere 2p canada? I’m so down bad for Matthieu 😭😭😭😭

Yeah totally!!! Man it's been a minute since I've gotten an ask! Also it's winter so why not a winter story?

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Title: welcome home baby

Reader: gen! Neutral

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Every year it was the same in your small town. The winter was coming and the crops were dying, The farmers have already stored the crops that they are going to use for the rest of the winter as well as selling them to make money. The farmers have covered up their animals so they can bear with the cold. The days were shorter in the sky seem to always have an overcast as snow was expected almost every single day, as well as temperatures below 20°F(-7°C). You were no different, you had a small ranch on the outskirts of town near the woods. You had a few cows and a large coop of chickens as well as some goats, sheep, pigs, and some small garden for your own eating. Like the rest of the farmer you had spent the entire summer stocking up as well as keeping your meat fresh from the animals You had butchered.

You always hated winter, it was always dark and damp. It always reminded you of the work that could be done but cannot be done. You were sitting inside your small farmhouse, your border collie named Maxwell at your feet. You were busy knitting another sweater. You found some things to do since during the winter you wouldn't have to worry so much about the farm work except checking on the animals and making sure they were cared for as well as their water containers weren't frozen solid. It was getting dark, the night time was always scary due to the fact that the small town you were in had no street lamps as well as the nearest neighbor being about a mile away. The woods always felt like they were watching you. You always brushed it off saying that deep down somewhere there was some pesky wolves or foxes that you just didn't feel comfortable with but you always knew you could take care of it. However unlike a coyote or a wolf or even something as much as a pesky fox seemed more manageable than this presence that always lurked in the woods. The presence itself seemed menacing but not in a way that could illy harm you however there was still the potential that this said Presidents could harm you. However though you couldn't help to linger on the presents due to the fact that you were so busy, after all worries don't keep food on the table nor your animals fed and kept safe. The sun had finally set and the windows were all dark, unlike in the summer there were no sounds outside except for an occasional owl. The summertime at least had crickets and fireflies to light up the area around even if it was just a little. Looking at all of your uncovered windows gave chills down your spine. You decided to draw the curtains on all the windows You didn't want to think about the outside It just seemed too much to think about right this second. The presence that was in the woods felt like it was staring at you, the drawn windows provided some relief to it but it just felt uneasy. Nonetheless you decided that it would be best to go to bed.

In the morning you went out to check on the animals and to make sure that they were all fed. You saw one of your neighbors by your back fenceline. His name was Matthieu, He had lived in the woods behind your house on his own land. He was sort of the lumberjack type not really having his own ranch. You smiled at him and gave him a small nod.

" Morning Matthieu, what seems to be the trouble?" You asked with a smile

" Oh nothing just wondering if you had issues with foxes, a fox came and dug under my coop and killed a dozen of my hens" he said sounding a bit annoyed, it was difficult to see his emotion or tone since he usually sounded uninterested and bored.

"No, no foxes over here but I need to ask you something, now this might sound crazy...do you ever feel like something is watching you in these woods?" You asked hesitantly.

Mathieu raised a brow and thought for a minute. You worried that you might have sounded like a crazy person. After all every single person in this town knows that there's nothing out in the woods except for some bears.

" no, not personally but if you're feeling like you're being watched then you might want to invest in some better curtains or something." He looked to one of the windows "might want some dark curtains to cover up at night. I'll keep an eye out for any strange activity." He gave a soft nod to you. You felt oddly reassured.

I mean this was your neighbor for gods sake! Neighbors can trust each other!

That night you were laying in bed. You felt like something was stalking you. You were the prey being hunted. You got up and grabbed your shotgun. You went outside in your nightgown with a loaded shotgun in hand. You walked around your property looking into the woods. You were tired of feeling afraid and you were going to do something about it. You walked into the woods, the horrible presence felt much stronger now. whatever it was. it was following you. You felt your heart begin to race as your pace quickened, you looked around desperately in the dark. A gun only does you so well when you cant see your target. In the dark something kicked your gun into the thick brush. You couldn't see only using the barely illuminated moonlight to guide you. Something grabbed you, you kicked and screamed trying to fight back the large dark figure took one good swing and knocked you out.

darkness....

darkness...

wait you hear noise

and feel warmth....a fire?

The world was swirling back. Man that was some gnarly head trauma. You opened your eyes seeing a stone fireplace. you were on a couch, the house was built like a cabin, The rug was a bear rug and there was taxidermized game busts on the wall. The House had a weird home like feel to it. You smelled black coffee brewing. Your head was throbbing. considering how you got knocked the fuck out. You heard the wooden floor creak as someone was walking in. You looked up to see Mathieu Williams! Wait Mathieu?

" Look, this isn't ideal but you'll understand soon enough" He said softly

"What the fuck man?" You said confused and rather pissed

"(name) , you need to understand-" He sounded rather calm

"No! what the fuck? Im leaving, be glad im not calling sheriff-"

He yanked you to him "I didn't fucking say you could leave." He growled.

You tried to swing, he grabbed your wrist. He tightened his grip on you. You kicked his stomach as hard as you possibly could. It just pissed him off more.

" sorry (name) but I'm not letting you go anytime soon, you're gonna have to fucking live with it baby"

"Please don't kill me" You begged

"Kill?" He sounded amused " Oh no baby I don't plan on killing you, i plan on keeping you. Like a spouse or a pet. Choice is yours baby" He chuckled darkly.

"Spouse or....pet? I want neither! I want to go home and for you to FUCK OFF!" You yelled at the end.

He was entertained by your pathetic attempts to free yourself. He grabbed rope tying you up.

"There we go. Cant have you running can we?" He said satisfied

" Fuck you! I hope you rot!" You screamed

He looked back at you raising a brow "If i rotted you'd rot right next to me. Till death do us part baby and I plan on having you be my little partner. Scream all you want. No one will hear you for miles baby." He laughed sadistically.

You felt your stomach sink. What were you gonna do?

"What about my animals?" you said thinking of them

"No worries baby they've been integrated into my farm and as for your dog, he's on the porch napping. You have nothing to worry about but i cant let you go outside baby. I need you here" He said softly

Seems like he planned this all. Escape might be harder than you thought. Good luck on running anytime soon hun..

[jamiesfootball]

Words feel free to ignore or use later:

scream(ing)

cry(ing)

throw(ing up)

goat

Scream

His dad didn't like his hair. He hadn't thought about it in years, but there had been that time, hadn't it, when he snuck Jamie away after practice and delivered him back to Mummy with his hair shorn down. Mummy had had a screaming fit when she saw it. His dad had raised his voice right back, calling her ungrateful--and after he'd spent his money doing something nice for his son. Saying it was his job, wasn't it, to make sure Jamie turned into a real man.

Crying

“‘The voice she was hearing was surely crying out for help. It must be. It had to be-’” “We can stop now, Uncle Roy.” Roy jerked back, startled into an awareness he'd lost somewhere between the words on the page. Beside him on the bed, Phoebe watched him with wide, guileless eyes that twinkled with concern under the fairy light. He swallowed. Cleared his throat. "Are you sure? We've still got ten minutes before bedtime." "Reading is supposed to be fun," she informed him. "If you're not enjoying it, then we can read something else."

Throw

He had half a mind to throw his copy of The Da Vinci Code at Jamie. Not because he thought it'd solve the problem, but because if Jamie was going to keep up a running commentary about any book in his hands, then Roy would rather be stuck listening about the Knights Templar.

Goat (yes, I had goat)

This may have been one of those Ted Things Roy would need time to get used to. In his day, you couldn’t wait to get away from your teammates for the few weeks a year you weren’t stuck with their ugly mugs. Not these little idiots. Whether it was all the team bonding exercises or Total Football that had finally driven them over the edge, the lads looked towards summer break as if it were a cruel exercise meant to break their spirits. The past month in locker room had been rife with the yipping excitement over calendars and travel plans as the team paired off in twos and threes. Richard was taking Jan back to his goat farm, for fuck’s sakes. And possibly an illicit party in an abandoned rail station, but the less Roy knew about that, the more deniability he had. Bumbercatch, with an intense expression and a faraway look in his eyes, had muttered worryingly about 'finally conquering the Alps.' Roy didn't want to know.

[wolfsbane-archive]

Another journal down! Only 11 left to read now that I have read Volume Cinq, though there are still 3 volumes we don't yet have. Dorian said he is friends with one of the men at the print shop which Mme. Chausson now uses for publishing her journals, and he may be able to get me volumes 11-13, but he is not sure. Crossing my fingers!

Journal d’une Sorcière, Volume Cinq

This journal covers a much longer span of time than previous journals of Mme. Chausson, but th book is not as long as you think! The first three years (1824-7) were still when she was in hiding with Mme. Lehmann, Mme. Bakke, and M. Fellner, so the entries are quite quick, mostly covering where they are, when they plan to move, and how they obtained food. It seems that, at night, one of them would go to a local farm and steal a sheep or goat, which they would slaughter and share before burying the poor thing. They sometimes saved bones and fur for magic, and in one instance they were able to trade sheep wool for clothing for M. Fellner, but they preferred to keep their packs light. They returned to France in the summer of 1827, living in the same Mme. Chausson lived in since before she was turned!

Surprisingly, this is the first book in which Mme. Chausson discusses her life before being turned. She does offhandedly mention some things in Volume Un, but not very much. Several entries after her return to Chateau Blanc (her ancestral family estate on the river Garonne, about 15 km north of Bordeaux) detail her memories of her childhood, her parents, and her brother Alphonse, who died when he was 16 and she was 13. She includes many lovely drawings, based on paintings in the house. She says that the only reason that the Chateau was not disturbed is because, through some spellwork and other mischief, she gave the house a reputation of bing extremely cursed. It does not help that her father was killed there by mercenaries, and that Mme. Chausson herself was turned there (consensually, surprisingly enough. I do not think that I mentioned it in my review of Volume Un, but she was turned by an unnamed friend who was latter killed by one of the Vanderwolven brothers in a duel, according to Dorian).

This book also discusses a lot of the magic that Mme. Chausson used to protect Chateau Blanc, as well as spells that she learned from Mme. Lehmann and Mme. Bakke, who are both powerful magic users in their own right. Like other journals, there are a great many diagrams which Dorian and Clement had to help me decipher. My French is still in need of improving, but I’m getting well enough I think!

I believe that my rating for this book would be a 9 out of 10 teeth. It gave me a good insight into a great many things, especially the reasoning behind many Ravissant beliefs. Having had to ask Dorian a great many things about the journals has also prompted him to state that he may call Mme. Chausson and write an interview of her for one of his letters. Exciting!

[xnorthstar3x]

1) 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

With winter coming in fast there was a lot to do at the farmhouse. Farming was hard work, even more so when you're the only one doing it. Being as I was the last (L/N) at the family farm, it would seem that all the work would fall to me. But, it wasn't as bad as you'd think. During the summer I often slept on the screened-in porch listening to the crickets sing me a lullaby as fireflies lit up the fields.

In fall it was very prosperous as the large field of pumpkins was often ravaged by young children and their parents looking to buy a pumpkin or two for carving, or they came for the petting zoo, seeing the little piggies and goats often brought smiles upon visitors. Springtime came and brought people with curiosity, as this time some of the mares in the stable will have given birth to baby foals. The stallions were being used for horse lessons year round which was enjoyable and good exercise for the beautiful creatures.

Winter was the most trying time of year, if there wasn't canning being done then it would be very hard to keep myself fed. The harsh winters knocked out the plentiful harvest of warmer months and left a blanket of white across the fields. This is what was happening at this moment, as I hopped off my horse walking around the forest that surrounded my farm to gather pine needles in a large basket.

These could be used for tea or woven into small baskets. Picking up some wintergreen leaves to chew on every so often. Kash, a blue tick hound I had been given as a teen, came running back to me carrying a stick I had been throwing far into the trees for the past 30 minutes. I could tell it was getting colder as the month drew on, my fathers hand me down jacket no longer protected me from the chill currently blowing through the trees.

"I guess we should head back," I noted looking at Kash who dropped his stick, he walked over and rubbed against my leg.

"Let's go, buddy." I walked over to my horse Jack, he was a black and white American paint horse, my brother named him when we were little. He left him to me when he moved out for college towards the south. Climbing on, I made the long journey back to the farmhouse. Living this far out wasn't unpleasant, it had its cons, but the pros were so worth it. It was peaceful, with no loud noises or noisy neighbors. No smog, or nasty garbage smells. Just clean fresh air and beautiful land.

After putting Jack away in the warm barn, I entered the house to see the fire in the fireplace going steady. Kash came in and took his place in a big fluffy bed I'd made for him at the beginning of the season.

Lucky bastard

He didn't have any responsibilities, and he didn't have to change his clothes.

I found my place in the kitchen making a cup of coffee and picking up a book I had put down that morning.

Every avid reader is proud of their bookshelf. My collection included series like The Hunger Games and authors like James Patterson. My mother loved to read, passing that love down to her children.

Brrrrringgg brrrrringggggg

The landline let out a screech as a call came in pulling me from a world of witches and wizards. Walking over I set my cup down on the coffee table and picked the phone up delivering an introduction in my best customer service voice.

"Hi, this is the (L/N) family farm. This is (Y/N) speaking, how can I help you?" I greeted whoever was on the other end.

"Hi (Y/N) it's Mrs. Thompson. I'm calling to confirm our therapy appointment this afternoon." I answered her with silence, and she sighed. "These appointments won't help you if you don't show up to them. We've already gotten through the 'get to know each other' part of the sessions. The rest is easy, all you have to do is talk."

"I don't like to talk." It was silent until Mrs. Thompson sighed

"I know, but happiness isn't a destination. It's a journey. How do you expect to enjoy the journey if you won't even take the first step."

There was a long pause.

"I know I'm sounding harsh, it's only because I care. I know your mother wouldn't want to see you this unhappy." A tear graced itself down my cheek, meeting my hand as I roughly swiped it away.

"Fine. I'll show up."

"Thank you, I'll be expecting you."

The smell of the waiting room always made me uncomfortable, doctors in general made me uncomfortable. I hate the smell of hospitals. I hate the way people look at you with sympathy in hopes that your struggle becomes easier while they get to go home to their perfect lives. Their picket fences and smiling families.

Their families.

I hate their guilt-free attitudes. I envy the way they're so easily able to let go. While I sit here and wish my life was different. While I am troubled with guilt for wishing my mother and father never died.

"I'm glad you showed up. I hope to keep this progress, but hope is all I can do." Mrs. Thompson smiled slightly. I hated her smile, it was full of sympathy.

The only reason I'm here is because Mom would want me to be.

"Don't count your chickens before they hatch," I told her, she jotted that down. I hated when she did this. Everything I did she jotted down. Every eye movement is jotted down. Every breath jotted down. I'm sure if I gave her the chance she'd follow me to the bathroom to jot down how I wipe my ass.

"Well, I want to try something different today. Give me 3 lowlights of your week, then 3 highlights." She sat patiently watching me.

"My jacket is too thin, the last of the strawberries froze out, and my truck's heater went out."

"Now 3 highlights." She wrote down something on her notepad. I sat there, it was always hard to think of good things when life only seemed to serve you bad things.

"I found a winter green patch closer to the farm." I shrugged.

"Ok, that's good, because now you don't have to travel so far." She offered up a smile. I hesitantly smiled back.

"That's true I guess. I also finished the book I was reading when we last spoke."

"That's wonderful, how did you like it? Was the ending what you'd expected?" She sat her pen down.

"Well yes, I watched the movie when I was younger. But the ending to the book was more fulfilling. It gave me more information about the main character and what she thought during her struggles and prevails." I sat back in my chair, it was always comforting to talk about books.

"And do you have a third thing?" Mrs. Thompson asked.

"I showed up today."

Series masterlist

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics Named After Animals (2) Masterlist

part one

A Moment of Spiritual Connection With A Bumblebee (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan loved how you were able to connect with animals in a different way than with people, even though he felt a bit awkward after his mistake.

a week in the life of steve the pigeon (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: An outsider-POV from Steve the pigeon’s perspective (based loosely on Phil’s new video, “Trying to Catch and Rescue a Wild Pigeon”)

Barbie Horse Adventures (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: Sometimes friends force you to get over your worst fears, sometimes you meet your soulmate in the process.

Beetles In The Bath (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: It has been a long while since we knew such warmth. Some of us venture out. Maybe we shouldn’t have. Maybe that was unsafe.

Birds of a Feather Steal Together (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan never expected anything remotely interesting to happen during his summer job at a petting zoo. But when he catches a boy with bright blue eyes and a cute laugh trying to smuggle a bunch of ducklings out of the farm, things take a much more interesting turn...

Caturday (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: A cat appears in Dan and Phil's kitchen.

did you know penguins mate for life? (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Phil takes care of fifty penguins at work and another twenty-five at home, though the latter wasn't exactly his choice.

fish dads (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: Dan and Phil can finally bring their adopted betta home. They watch their new fish with admiration and anticipation of the future.

fish makes three (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dan and phil get a fish

greatest of all time (goat) (ao3) - SebbyLestowell (lafbaeyette)

Summary: Phil returns home from a trip with a surprising new visitor, and Dan is rightfully flabbergasted at the situation.

AKA

The One Where Phil Adopts A Goat

Kill Phil Or A Llama? (fanfiction.net) - Amy788

Summary: Small changes in Dan's live shows mean the world to Phil.

Kitten Love (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil finds a cat, and brings it back to the apartment. Dan is not amused.

Long-Horned Beetles and Dusty Archives (ao3) - chiridotalaevis

Summary: Dan was climbing up the marble steps of the museum full of dread and resentment. It was Sunday morning, and all his classmates were probably still asleep, or nursing their hangovers from the party before. But Dan couldn’t do that, no. Because Dan skipped too many classes in his General Biology course, he now would have to make it up with extra credit. By working at some sort of museum with some grad student that needed help sorting bugs. Yuck.

Spoiler: the grad student is Phil.

Night Moths - camisadan

Summary: Dan and Phil are camping, Dan needs to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night but is too scared to scared to go on his own.

Of Cats and Dogs (ao3) - GabbyGums

Summary: Dan gets roped into taking care of his friend's dog.

And somehow Phil manages to get hold of a cat.

This can only mean chaos.

Spiders and Spells (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: Phil was never great at transfiguration but thought he was getting better. At least he did until Professor McGonagall paired him up to work with Dan Howell. Dan is nice but there's just one problem. He's Phil's crush and Phil is prone to make mistakes when working under pressure.

The Admiral's Birdcage (ao3) - QuietBubbles

Summary: Daniel, an orphaned ward, has never set foot outside the Great House at the top of the High Street. His guardian, the powerful Admiral Malock, grows ever more obsessed with him, and hatches a terrible plan to keep him by his side forever. With Daniel approaching his twenty-first birthday and longing to see the world, Malock will go to any lengths to keep him prisoner. But when Philip, a young clerk, discovers Daniel trapped in his birdcage, a secret friendship leads quickly to love. Though there is danger at every turn, Philip knows he has to set Daniel free… Alternative Victorian England. Old-fashioned romance, fluff, obsession, danger, and smut. Also a cute kitty! Enjoy!

The Cat Brought Them Together (ao3) - yeahthisaccountisinactiveso

Summary: "Quick, catch that cat! It stole my wallet!"

The Great Cat Rescue - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is a lover of cats, and has been obsessed with them ever since he was a little boy. Now, he runs the biggest and only cat rescue in London. But, things are starting to get very stressful and he might have to shut down, but not if Phil has anything to do with it.

The Pet Surprise (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Phil is going to his boyfriend’s apartment for the first time, and he certainly didn’t expect his boyfriend to have a pet snake in his apartment.

[metaphoricalwizard]

Writing prompt: find a ridiculous headline and write a short story.

Mine was: "David and his Goats"

They would often speak to David—or at least that is what David would tell his parents, who would only hear the “baa” of the goats during their reportedly riveting conversations that David would have with the two goats. D.J. and Blessing is what they were named; D.J. was named by David with help from his father, and Blessing was named by his mother. David’s mother, someone that had often taken him to those tall reflective buildings in the big city, said the name she had given was true: “Blessing is a blessing,” she'd say. David never really understood this, but he liked the phrase all the same, “Blessing is a blessing,” he’d repeat, petting Blessing’s head just a little too hard. 

D.J.’s name had no saying to it. When asked what David wanted to name the second goat, he responded with arms raised, shouting in excitement, “David.”  

“That’s your name,” his father had replied in mock disappointment.“How about David Junior—D.J.?” And that was that.

After the goats, and after much pleading and bleating, David’s parents had purchased a trampoline. David had, according to his young mind, convinced his parents as to the necessity of trampoline for the goats; his parents, however, just wanted him to get outside and saw it as an opportunity for him to do so. 

The large black disk stood front and centre of their backyard, dwarfing David’s other toys that had been scattered about. He used it just about every day, throughout the summer and into the mild winters, bouncing up and down over and over again all day. Blessing and D.J. would join him in his jumping escapades as long as he did not jump too high and throw them off balance. The goats enjoyed the jumping as well, and the trampoline gave them the added bonus of being higher than the ground around it.  

Some months after the purchase, at the end of the warm winter, an officer from the local police department knocked on David’s door. His parents answered, and he overheard a snippet of the conversation.

“…about the goats…” the officer said.

His mother and father spoke with the officer, his hand movements exaggerated. Soon enough, the officer left, and even in his young age, David could tell that his parents were concerned. He asked in a shaky voice, “w—what's goin’ on?”

His parents looked at each other, neither knowing how to respond. 

Eventually, his father spoke, kneeling to David’s eye level and speaking in a calming voice. “It's the goats, David,” he paused and put a hand on David’s shoulder, “someone made a complaint that we had them within the city limits. They said we have until September to get rid of them.”

David sulked the rest of day; he could not fathom why anyone would want to take his goats away. They were his friends, and—as his mother had told him day in and day out—they were there to help him focus. That evening his mother prepared him his favourite dinner.

Before the goats, when David was in his last year of elementary school, his grades were suffering. Often he found himself being put in time-outs; “you are being disruptive, pay attention,” he would hear from his teachers, and often he would forget his assignments all together. 

Around this time is when he first went to those tall reflective buildings. David’s mother had led him into an office where a tall skinny man with a short beard and glasses that kept sliding down his face asked David question after question. A couple weeks later, David’s mother brought him some little capsules to take in the morning. “These will help you stay out of trouble in school,” she said. While the capsules had helped a little, the big change, the goats, came later.

When David entered middle school, he had become obsessed with farm animals, no doubt curious due to that summer he had spent on his grandfather’s ranch. He had begged his parents for various animals, who relented with the goats. After the goats came, his grades improved, and his teachers reprimanded him less and less. Less and less did he come home with a backpack stuffed with assignments covered in red ink, less and less did his parents have to sit him down to redo these assignments. David found encouragement in the goats, and he improved for the goats. 

One thing that David understood was that September was far away, and he could continue to bounce everyday on that trampoline with the goats until then. That night he sat the goats down, and in the same calming voice his father had used, he explained the situation to them. 

When September came, his parents sat him down, as he had done with the goats, and told him they had found a place for the goats. While they had pleaded with the city to allow them to keep them, they would not make an exception. The goats were leaving. They would be sent to a place “just thirty minutes south,” his mother said. David ran to his room and locked himself away the rest of that day. When he woke up the next morning the house felt emptier, no more bleating to wake him, no more talking with his best friends, no more bouncing on the trampoline, no more D.J. and Blessing. “D.J.,” David muttered, hanging his head. “Blessing was a blessing,” a phrase with new meaning, now David understood.

[randofics]

The Call

Words: Mountain, Broadcast, Deer

October week #1

🎶 The Midnight- Ghost in your Stereo

🎶 Pylot- Alice

Leaves float on the cold November breeze as chickens cluck and goats graze the dormant vines and tree bark. The cold bites your exposed skin as you chop firewood for your potbelly stove. Repurposed clothes hangars attached to an old antenna pole rattle in the wind.

You've been here for almost two years now, just waiting for your friends call. The CB radio in your house only ever came back with static. It was the same with the one in your truck. Having long lost hope, you kept it on just in case anyone came through.

Both you and your animals survived on whatever you could get your hands on or grow. You used sweet potato vines as goat feed and dried as much as you could for winter along with squash beets and turnips. One thing about the goats and chickens was that they were great foragers, so you rarely fed them much during spring and most of summer. The clearing close by was filled with alfalfa and Timothy hay you had seeded when you first got here.

A spread of purple top turnip, clover, and other goat safe food plots were scattered throughout the woods in their pen.

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You watched as one of your roosters flapped up onto the roof of your truck and crowed aloud like he was the king of the farm. The other roosters stopped what they were doing and took turns crowing back.

You rolled your eyes as you put another log on the chopping stump. Just as you were about to sling your axe down, the static hiss of the CB radio caught your attention. The axe fell to the ground, startling a group of hens next to you as you sprinted for the open door. More birds flew to get out of your way, their feathers flying.

You nearly tripped as you made to grab the microphone. A long awaited voice shoved through the static.

"Y/n, if you can hear this, I'm safe. I'm so sorry I couldn't reach you till now.

It's a long story that I'll be happy to tell you when I see you again. I've found a great spot.

Do you remember that old quary way back in the mountains we hiked to five years ago? I'm there right now and I'll wait for you."

Tears you hadn't realized you'd been holding in flowed freely as you slid down the wall, holding the microphone tight. With shaky hands, you brought it to your lips, holding down the button.

"Tray it's - it's me. I'm hic here."

"Y/n!? Is that really you!?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, Tray."

"Oh, thank you, Lord! I can't believe it. I thought you may have moved somewhere else or were using a different frequency!"

"No, I've been here the whole time. It's been really lonely and scary without you."

"Hey, it's alright, baby! Look, do you want me to come and get you?"

"No, I'll - I'll come to you. It may take me a few days, but I've got a truck with a CB radio inside if you want to check on me. I've got a crap tonne to pack."

"What do you mean?"

"I've got goats and chickens and supplies and stored food that has to come with me. I'm not gonna leave anything to waste."

"We can help with that! We've got a convoy that can take several trailers full."

"Really? Ok then, just let me give you my coordinates! Are you gonna come down with them?"

"Yes! I'll get everything set up right away!"

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You wanted to trust him you really did but these days you could never be too careful. So you gave them the wrong coordinates. You had to see Tray for yourself.

When the convoy arrived in the town, several miles from your home the next day, you scanned the people in each vehicle from a safe vantage.

Over the CB radio you had removed from the truck after stashing it in a good spot, you called him. Almost immediately, he responded.

"Y/n were here. Where are you?"

"Come out. I can't see you. I'm not about to trust these people unless you're here."

"Ok, I'm coming out."

When you finally spotted him, there was a pang in your chest. His dreadlocks had been shaved off, and he was wearing an eye patch. But it was still him. You ran down to the street below, pausing several yards away. Guns were trained on you, but with a wave of his hand, they lowered them.

Tears pricked your eyes as you sprinted towards him, leaping into his outstretched arms.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" He was crying too. You could feel the hot drops seeping into your shirt.

You let out your own sobs as you stuffed your face into his neck. You felt the pull of gravity as he sat on the overgrown asphalt with you wrapped tight in his arms. Pulling away, you looked him in the eyes. Tears and snot dripping down both your faces.

"I missed you so much."

"I know. I'm so sorry for leaving you like that!"

"It's ok. All that matters is that you're here now."

He presses his face in your chest as he lets out another sob. You rest your chin on top of his head, hugging him tight.

Someone from the convoy walks up to you. "Hey chief, we've gotta hurry up and gather those supplies."

"Yeah, yeah, just let me collect myself."

He looks you in the eyes and pulls you in, kissing you passionately. Your eyes widen in surprise before fluttering closed. When he pulls away, you lightly touch your lips.

"I wish I'd've done that sooner."

"I do too."

He lets out a sigh as he wipes his face with his shirt. "Ok, we've got to hurry up. Can't keep the convoy waiting all day."

You nod. "Just let me get my radio and my truck first. I stashed them."

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you."

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Finally, something that reminded you of home.