#oh to be a cow grazing in a field

[linuxgfsstuff]

cows grazing in Cambridge Midsummer Common 🐮🌼

[oohbuggypie]

Bull and Don doodles 4 today .... colored pencils instead of crayons this time because i forgot to pack them and I REMEMBER WHY I DONT LIKE THEM THAT MUCH ☹️ but enjoy this spineless boneless brainless Don feasting on a thorny rose + little Bull head 🩷

uncolored versions under cut + minor differences 🩷 (i like these ones better)

[puripurin]

— It all started when you went over to a family friend to help them with their farm after their spouse had died. Not only did they have to struggle with planning their husband's death, but they also had to take care of the humanoid beast on the farm.

So you went over to to help, you had nothing to do and it was only going to be a few months, so why not.

You were mainly tasked with feeding, milking, and grooming the cows and helping with the fields. It seemed simple, but it was hard work that you needed to do, so you got to work immediately.

As soon as you opened up the barn to let the cow girls and bull boys out, they rushed out to frolic in fields. As one of them rushed out, they hit you right in the stomach, making you land on your ass, and them being landed on your lap. You rubbed your sides in pain from the sharp horns.

When you opened your eyes, you saw a chubby bull boy who stared up at you. He licked his upper lip as he moved closer with a small blush on his face. You blinked before laughing and rubbing the bull boy's head.

"Alright, time to get up, you have to go and graze the area." The bull boy scrunched his face cutely and huffed.

"No. Human is gonna be m-myyy mmate, mooo!" He wrapped his arms around you and refused to get off. He rubbed against your chest before licking your nipples through your shirt.

"Okay- okay, that's enough!" You pushed his face away before moving back after successfully pushing him off of your body.

"O-oh my gosh, (Y/n)!! Are you okay??" The family friend came out running after they saw what was happening.

"Beeru! Stop harrassing my helper!!" They glared at the bull boy who sniffled and huffed before moving away in a sulking manner.

"Ah... sorry, that's Beeru. Despite how he only demands to wear shorts that barely cover anything, he is the son of the leaders of this heard of cows. His parents don't care what kind of mate he gets, so he gets pretty wild when something else outside of his own species comes over here. So you need to be care— OI GET AWAY FROM HERE BEERU!" Beeru sneered at them before showing his chubby middle finger and running away.

"Oh, yeah. He starts getting stupidly aggressive when he doesn't get what he wants, so watch out." They sighed before motioning you to come along.

"Since I saw how he acts with you, I need to change your duties."

"Noooo!!!! Stop trying to take mmy mmaate away, moo!!"

"AGHH--"

I js wanted a chub bull boy who only wears booty short ngl. UwU also goofy ass ending, like always lmao

[ghosts-u]

Chapter 2 - Previous chapter

Upon opening her eyes Y/N was met with a luscious field filled with Apple trees and flowers. You untangle your self from the many pillows and blankest that you were tangled in. You step out of the crevice of the tree into the open moving across the veins of flowers.

You look around in aww at the Beautiful scenery around yourself. The sky unlike the deep red sky of hell, the sky was filled with hues of bright pinks and purples and a deep rich blue that seemed to persist through the sky. You had never seen a blue sky before so it was a bit odd to you but you remember daddy telling you earth's sky was blue.

So many twinkling stars where in the sky too many to count. You decided to explore this place perhaps you can even make a friend! You pass through the apple trees leading to another area that was a lake next to a large field of pretty flowers. And there they were many different animals peacefully grazing or sleeping in the field. You run up to the closest animal to you which was a baby highland cow giving it a hug startling the poor thing. It lets out a startled moo making you giggle giving it a pat on the head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you!” Y/N says the cow nudging her with its head as if saying it forgave her giving the cow one last pet on the head you run off to keep exploring. Running down to the water you see some ducks swimming in the water,they swim over to you and you pat each of their heads.

“Having fun Y/N!”

You yelp almost falling into the water but luckily your father catches you before you get soaked. “DADDY YOU SCARED ME!” You say with a huff and he just laughs bringing you up into his arms. “I’m sorry sweetie, can’t help it sometimes.” He says patting your back. “Daddy where is this? Is this what outside looks like!” You ask practically vibrating in excitement you had never left the palace, and daddy had fired all the imps that worked there except the ones hired by your mom. You always wanted to meet other demons your own age but daddy said you couldn’t.

“Oh sweetheart of course not that is no place for you to be. Daddy made this place just for you so you can run around as much as you like! I know how bored you got in the palace.” You look up at him and get the feeling in your chest that makes it feel like your heart is sinking. The feeling you always get when your dad never tells you the exact reason you couldn’t do something like he wasn’t telling the whole truth. The feeling you get when he tells you that you don’t need any friend's. You can’t help but think that it’s the same feeling your mom got when ever she looked at you…

Your dad would never do anything to hurt you. So why would he lie to you? there’s no reason to lie about the fact you can’t have Friends or leave the palace or why you can’t see your older sister. So why would he lie about this? This world filled with so much color and wonderful things, but just to be sure you ask. “Hey daddy once where done playing here. Can we go back to lulu world I had a lot of fun there.”

Daddy makes that face, the face he makes when you ask too many questions. You know he doesn't like it when you start to questions the things around you. He smiles and snaps his fingers and all of a sudden they were in lulu world but some things were different, Everything looked like it was sparkling new there where more rides and attractions than when you had first visited.

“Tada! See we don’t need to go back there you have everything you could ever want here!” “He says lifting you in the air spinning you around. You look up at the sky still filled with the pastel colors and stars. But you always liked the red sky you would see when you looked out your window…But that was before they where all boarded up and replaced with paintings.

Why do you have a feeling your never going to see that red sky again.

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A/N

Little morning star having a pomni moment realizing Luci ain’t letting her out lol.

I wrote this small chapter for you guys because the chapter I had planed was getting really long it’s gonna take a while to write.

Also I recently started a water fast and my bones feel really heavy and I can barely make it to my kitchen without feeling like I’m gonna pass out so I haven’t been writing as much as I should have. Gonna eat some food and take some iron and see if it help. I'm not the best at describing things but girl daoko was the inspo for the little garden Luci made for little morning star.

[georgeclarkewifey]

Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 5 - The Bach and Arthur Podcast

Summary: Noa spills all in an eventful episode of her favourite podcast

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: swearing (I think that’s all of them? lmk if you think there should be more xxx)

noamurphy

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noamurphy Issac wouldn’t smile for the photo :(

but hey, catch me on the Bach and Arthur podcast where I talk about literally anything and everything (sorry Chris)

Comments open

italianbach i look so cool

chrismd10 what do you mean sorry Chris??

⮑ noamurphy guess you’ll have to watch and find out ;)

⮑ chrismd10 Noa…

⮑ noamurphy Christopher…

arthurtv best episode yet id say

⮑ noamurphy yeah bc I was there

⮑ maxbalegde useless hotline when??

⮑ noamurphy 👀

⮑ fan NOA WHAT DOES THIS MEAN????

fan1 the silence from George is LOUD

⮑ fan2 yes!!! Bc why is the entire uk yt scene following her except for him???

⮑ fan3 speculation 👏 means 👏 nothing 👏

⮑ noamurphy fan3 speaking facts

gkbarry_ everyone prepared to get jealous bc I’m meeting her tomorrow

⮑ noamurphy giggling and kicking my feet like a child

⮑ arthurhill can confirm this

⮑ taliamar can I come 🥺👉👈

⮑ gkbarry_ noamurphy odds on making it a London girlies meet up?

⮑ noamurphy let’s do it x

⮑ gkbarry_ freyanightingale consider yourself invited

⮑fan4 this meet up is going to be legendary

“Welcome back to the Bach and Arthur Podcast, where we have a very special guest, please welcome the very cool Noa Murphy!” Arthur introduced, grinning as Noa moved onto the set.

She sat opposite Arthur and Issac, relaxing into the plush sofa. “Hello hello, thanks for having me.”

“You’re very welcome, to be honest I’ve wanted you to come on ever since you moved.” Arthur said.

“What can I say, I’ve got some great stories to tell of our childhood in Jersey.”

“Please tell me you have embarrassing child Arthur stories.” Isaac begged, adjusting the microphone in front of him.

“Oh of course I do.” She replied, grinning mischievously at Arthur, who closed his eyes.

“How am I regretting having you on already?” Arthur asked.

“Maybe you should give yourself a small introduction, so those who are watching who may not know who you are?” Isaac suggested.

Noa nodded, and waved at the camera. “Hi! I’m Noa, I grew up in Jersey with Arthur, and the even more famous Chrismd, and I’m currently working as an architect.”

“God you’re instantly cooler than all of us.” Isaac replied, glancing at Arthur and shaking his head.

“I mean I’ve got a law degree-“

“But you’re not an actual lawyer.”

“But I trained-“

“But you quit two months in.”

Arthur sighed. “Fine.”

“So, growing up in Jersey? What was it like?”

Noa smiled fondly, leaning back in the chair. “Even though it was small, I did really enjoy my childhood ya know? There’s been times where I’ve thought I was a bit hard done by, like missing out on being near London, and all the cool stuff there, but at the same time, as a kid who was fond of the outdoors, being able to run around in fields for hours on end was really good for me.”

“All fine until you encounter a bull.” Arthur added, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“I’m sensing a story…” Isaac said, leaning closer to the mic with a smile.

Noa rolled her eyes playfully and looked at Arthur. “Shall I tell the story or do you want to?”

“You’re the guest, all yours.”

Swiping a few stray hairs away from her eyes, Noa smiled fondly and set about telling the story. “So, next to the roads where Arthur, Chris and I lived, there were loads of farmers fields - some had crops in, but the majority of them were grazing pastures for cows.”

“Jersey cows, one of the main things we’re known for.”

“Exactly. And so as kids, we’d run around these fields whenever they were empty, which would be a couple of weeks to a month on rotation. The farmer knew we did this, he didn’t really care so long as we weren’t in with the cows.” Noa said, exchanging knowing smiles with Arthur.

“So one summer, I think I was about 12? So Arthur and Chris were 15,16 maybe, and we’re running around these as we do, with the other kids in the neighbourhood. And it’s getting late, so before we go home, what we would do is we’d go up to the fence within the field, to try and feed the cows, Arthur even had a favourite.”

“He what?”

“Oh my god, Moovis! How could I forget about her!”

“You named a cow, Moovis?” Isaac asked, slowly turning to look at Arthur.

He shrugged. “She was cute, and she liked me, so I thought why not?”

“So we went up to this fence as usual, but for some reason the herd wasn’t in the adjacent field, which we all thought was weird, so we decided to investigate.”

“Hindsight shows that we should never have done that.”

“So we all climb over into this field, and start exploring. I think we got about halfway across when we realised why there weren’t any cows in that field.”

“I’m really scared about what’s going to happen next.”

“There were bulls. No cows because there were about five bulls in the field.”

“Honestly, it was one of the most terrifying moments of my life.” Arthur insisted, nodding furiously. “The fear that went through me was insane. I think I’m still apprehensive to go in fields with cows now after this.”

“So we then have to get out, but we’re trying to creep backwards in the hope that they haven’t seen us, and that we can escape without dying.”

“I’m guessing that something went wrong?” Isaac asked.

“So as we’re backing it towards the fence, this fucking massive bull spots Chris, who’s wearing his bright red Arsenal shirt, and does the normal thing and starts charging. Which prompts the rest of them to start charging us. So, we are all scared to death, sprinting for our lives - I’m pretty sure Kelly, Chris’ sister and Chris were both holding my hands and dragging me along, because eleven year old me could hardly keep up.”

“That sounds deeply traumatic.”

“Trust me, it was.” Arthur said, looking a little pale.

“Then as we get to the fence, I reckon they were about ten metres behind, so we throw ourselves over, and as we tumble over, poor Chris landed headfirst into a cowpat.”

Isaac’s jaw dropped, and slowly formed into a grin as he looked between Noa and Arthur. “You’re kidding.”

“She isn’t.” Arthur confirmed, biting his lip in an attempt to grin too much. “He then started screaming about how he had cow shit in his hair and all over his face.”

“So we did the sympathetic thing and laughed at him, because we were all so high on adrenaline and were just happy to be alive.”

“That might just be the best story that’s been told on the podcast yet.”

“I think I have to agree, poor little ChrisMD.”

“He complained the entire way back, and then to make it even better, we had to hose him down, because his mum didn’t want him coming inside with shit covered hair.” Noa added, grinning. “He stank for a couple of days though, he had to play Sunday league smelling like a cow’s arse.”

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“So, Noa - the question everyone wants us to ask, are you ever going to do content creation?” Isaac asked, glancing over to Noa, who was happily curled up in the chair, cupping a fresh mug of hot chocolate.

She sighed. “It’s a complicated thing - I’ve obviously got my regular job, to which I am very happy in - my project is going well, which is always a plus.”

“For those who don’t know Noa is a really cool architect.”

“Arthur is exaggerating, I’ve just started at my dream firm and this is my first proper project.”

“But you’ve got a Masters degree, yeah?”

Noa nodded, rolling her eyes at Arthur. “Yes. Distinction in Modern Architecture with a Special Specialisation in Greco-Roman Architecture, is the full title I believe.”

“And it’s from Cambridge.”

“And that.”

“So, vlogging, TikTok? Are we going to see you there in the future?” Isaac questioned, trying to steer the conversation back onto the right track.”

“Right, yeah. I have considered it definitely, seeing as nearly everyone I know is a creator. But I’ve really considered the pros and cons, the biggest factor being that I don’t know how to edit, and I don’t really have it in my budget right now to pay an editor.”

“But if you found something that you were good at would you?” Arthur pressed, exchanging a glance with Isaac. “Because we must admit, we both think you’d make really good kinda micro-vlogs, or just really minimalistic ones.”

“Yeah, like they’re only like, ten, fifteen minutes long and it’s just your entire week, and it’s just you doing your normal routine.”

Noa raised her eyebrows. “You guys genuinely think that people would watch that?”

“Hell yeah! Even if there’s hardly any voice over, and you kinda just have some gentle music over your soft footage almost?” Arthur suggested.

“I mean, I’ll consider it. If people would genuinely watch it then yeah, I would probably start doing something like that.”

“You’d want it to be manageable.”

“Oh for sure, because it’s got to come after my job, and I’d also feel a bit weird if I become that one coworker that does YouTube or TikTok.”

“I mean, that was me. And I was working at a law firm.” Arthur added, trying to convince Noa more.

“Well on that subject, how did you get into architecture? Was it something you were always into?”

Arthur gave Isaac a slightly panicked look - this wasn’t something they had planned to talk about. He glanced at Noa, who didn’t seem too phased about the question.

“I mean, kind of? It was my special interest as a kid, aside from other things, and it was always fostered whenever we’d go on family trips to literally anywhere, because I’d just be walking round a city staring at all the buildings. That’s also how I was nearly run over by a bike as a child.”

“Stepped into the road without looking?”

“Indeed I did. Always look where you’re going kids.” Noa said, pointing down the camera lens that was focused on her. “So yeah, when I was applying for uni I knew that it was what I wanted to do.”

“That’s pretty cool. Would you ever design a house for one of us? You know, if we paid you enough?” Isaac questioned jokingly, raising an eyebrow at her.

Noa huffed, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “Maybe? It would have to fit the style of what I enjoy designing, but maybe.”

“You hear that Sidemen? You want a new house, get Noa to design it.”

author speaks: hello! I’m back! Sorry for the break in updates, moving out of uni took a lot of my time, therefore hardly any time to write :(

but I’m back now, so we vibin 😎

[fartquen12]

~Daryl's Girl~

Yandere!Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Trigger warnings: yanderes (obviously), mention of weapons, abuse, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, overprotective Daryl.

During the apocalypse Daryl meets the love of his life... and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

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You woke up out of your bed. Another day, another terror and to be honest you weren't very excited. You had found another group of survivers to hang with until you were on your feet again. Atleast thats what you thought. You felt sad knowing you'd leave... you had kind of built a bond with these people. You climbed out of your tent to see Hershel's farm an old man who had agreed for you all to stay with him until things were better. You zipped up the tent and stood there to take in the sights of the farm. The apocolypse was depressing but seeing horses galloping and cows grazing the fields made you forget it all for a minute...-

"Shutup Daryl thats a horrible idea!" Yells out Rick.

Rick and Daryl fought a lot... you never really payed any attention to the two considering the argument was always about something irrelevant.

"Everyone come over here!" Rick shouted.

You sighed as you ran over to Rick and the others who were standing around.

"Everyone, me and Daryl have to head out to the city... we need another person... any volunteers?"

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You, Rick, and Daryl were all sat against the wall hiding from walkers.. you were in a building on the bottom floor. There was walkers in the stairwell and surrounding the whole entire building. You sat horrified looking at Rick for any instructions. No one trusted you with a gun.. not even a pistol considering you took off one of Glenn's balls with one...

"RICK.... RICK..... RICK!!!.... RICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Shutup mahn we got walkers walkin' around all over here." Daryl yelled in a whisper.

"I wasn't even talkin' Daryl that was you." Rick replied in an annoyed tone.

"SHUTUP RICKY!" Daryl yells.

"dayummm..." You whisper considering how loud he was.

"HUH!?" yells Daryl.

"you know why don't you go ahead and brush your teeth emo boy." Rick replies.

"I thought we were buddies Rick." Daryl replies before knocking Rick out with the head of his gun and grabbing your arm.

"DAMN BOY THE HELL YOU DOIN!!!!" You yell at Daryl.'

"SHUTUP HO WE GOIN!" Daryl yells shooting through the walkers and throwing you into his truck and speeding off

"WHERE ARE WE GOING!!" you yell.

"SHHH..." Daryl says

"DARYL THIS IS NICE AND ALL BUT I JUST SAY.. I GOTTA GO SEE MY BOYFRIEND NOW..." you say

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?!?!?" Daryl yells pulling over and slamming the brakes.

"I said I needed to shit." You say letting out the fattest most juiciest dear diary diarrhea ever.. I mean it was so juicy and stinky!

"DAMN GURL U SMELL LIKE THE COWS!" Daryl yells giggling and driving off.

"I SMELL LIKE YOUR MOM?" You yell

well that made daryl very angy and he whipped out a whiner and knocked you out.

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You woke up in some random room.

"you 'wake?" you hear daryl say.

"Im fahtin." you say crying.

Daryl rolls his eyes and uncuffs you.

"Your mine and you can never leave." he says.

You look down and see your clothes have been changed..? You see a mirror in the room and as you look in it daryl says

"You like?"

you are wearing a shirt that says "Daryls property" on the front and "Daryls Girl" on the back.. you begin to die of cringe and start crying laughing and fall on the floor.

"WHAT ARE YOU ON BOUT' GIRL!" He yells

"CRINGEEEEE!!!" You yell. You then run up to Daryl and kick him in the balls and just as you were gonna leave you realise the door is locked...

"uh oh..." you say. You whip around and Daryl is standing next to you with a gun.

"If I can't have you... no one can." He says pointing the gun at you.

*farts loudly*

"what the-" daryl says.. and in this moment it gives you just enough time to grab his pistol aim it at his head and *SHOOT* but the kickback on the shitty gun aims it at his balls instead of his head and you shoot off not one but TWO balls off his ballsack. you grab his balls off the floor and shove em in yer pocket.

"more for my collection fuck it up." you say skipping over daryl who is crying and holding his non existant balls on the floor. However once you bust down the door... you see you are still on the farm and the whole group is there saying "PRANKED YOU!!" but daryl comes stumbling out crying and saying

"fuck you guys."

You felt so bad you had to shoot shane in the balls and grab up his balls to feel better about what happened...

You threw the balls in a jar and added some water you found on the floor (probably shanes wener or pee pee water) but you added it to the jar and chugged it for what you call "ball power"

"YIPPEEE I GOT EM BALL POWER!" You yell

you run out and steal someones horse.....

"YOW FOKER GET ON GET ON FATASS!!" you yell and the horse begans to gallop and kick and buck

"YOU ACTIN LIKE RICKY YA BUTTFUCK!" you scream biting ur shirt.

You run out into the city and gallop over walkers and shit... but shortly.. with every gallop this horse is throwing you up and down and with every throw you are shitting out so much poop and the walkers are smelling it and-

"WAKEY WAKEY SUCK MY TANKEY!"

you wake up to shane in your face with his poop in one hand and a shovel in the other-

"I HAD AN ACCIDENT MOMMY." he says handing you the shovel.

"goddamnit."

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Twice Seals The Fate***

Title: Twice Seals The Fate ***

Pablo Schreiber x GF Reader

Warning: NSFW, SMUUT, Cursing, Male & Female Receiving, Mild Crude Language, Fluff, 18+ Mature Content, Unprotected Lovin, Implied Preggo Talk

Words: 4.2k

Summary:  While Pablo is on location filming the latest season of HALO, you pay him a visit after a nice chunk of time frees up on your calendar. One morning you wake to see him mid workout and laying eyes on this sight, there is only one possible outcome.

Note: I couldn’t resist this one. You’re welcome!

Thank you all for reading. I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this.

If you enjoyed it, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

 The sound was so soft you almost missed it. However, the bevy of animal sounds continued.

 Chirp-Chirp, Chirp-Chirp.

Squawk- Squawk, Squawk - Squawk.

Neeeeeeigh.

Moooooo.

 “Mmm.”

 You groaned feeling as if you’d put yourself through a rigorous two-hour workout. You rolled to your right and your arm flopped onto a pillow—an empty pillow. It took a few moments but when your brain registered that and the sounds you were hearing your head flew up. The brightness around you felt unnatural as if it was artificial. Squinting, you looked around and immediately didn’t recognize your surroundings.

 “What the--.”

 It took nearly a minute for you to remember the last 24 hours. Your head was heavy and everything hazy. You got bits and pieces of your travels. You on the plane after agreeing to make a long-awaited visit to none other than the love of your life. It was a trip you’d both been unable to make but also reluctant to make.

 Your schedule was insane as was Pablo’s thanks to him being on location filming the second season of Halo. To make things worse you hated flying after the two scares you’d had. Flying was the bane of your existence, and you could never do it unless you drank your way through it. Not even Valium fully worked on you, so you incorporated some self-medication—liquor.

 You groaned again as it all came back. 4 valiums, 4 bottles of wine and an eight-hour flight took you all the way out. When you’d gotten off the plane you were more than tipsy. You cringed thinking you may have embarrassed yourself or Pablo when he and his assistant picked you up.

 “Oh god, Y/N,” you croaked as you flipped onto your back.

 You knew you’d gotten into the wrong career for the level of shambles you found yourself in whenever you had to fly. Nothing worked. Pablo knew this and had always been so supportive of you with working around it and it only made you love him even more. You replayed a memory from last night of Pablo putting you in the bathtub and giving you a bath like an actual toddler then tucking you in forehead kiss and all.

 “Oh god.”

 Guilt filled you. He’d probably had a long day on set and needed to be taken care of and loved on too, but you were so out of it he’d ended up taking care of you. Knowing him he was probably feeling guilty making you come all the way out. At the thought of him, you looked beside you and found his side empty. You sat up with the intention to go looking for him but the view out the sliding doors held you captivated.

 “Wow.”

 Thankfully your legs were in full working order now. You walked over to the doors and marveled at the view before you. As far as the eye could see it was white with peeks of greenery. The expansive field was so wide and free of clutter, litter, and people that you could not help but step outside onto the veranda. The crisp, fresh air hit you and it was clear you weren’t in LA anymore.

 Despite the strong chill in the air thanks to the freshly fallen snow, you couldn’t find one fault. This may actually be heaven, you thought to yourself. Off to the left you saw the responsible parties for the farmland orchestra. There were actual cows grazing in the pasture like they had not one care in the world and free roaming horses.

 “Must be nice.”

 A flock of birds passing overhead caught your eye and you watched them flit merrily in the air as their song echoed around. This view and atmosphere made up for the eight-hour nightmare. You took a few more moments to enjoy the view but when the cold got too much to bear in your state of undress, you then went back inside to brush your teeth before finding Pablo.

 When you made your way through the quiet house you wondered if he’d left to set already. Peeking into rooms you found them Pablo free. You thought to go back to the bedroom for your phone to call him but decided to look everywhere first. Turning the corner, you expected to be the only one there, but you stopped in your tracks as the most delicious sight laid before you that cleared any residual haze in your brain.

 Pablo was in the center of the large and minimalistic living room with his back braced on a rolling sit up wheel with his arms behind his head. His feet were firmly planted on the hardwood floors with a pair of brown sweats sitting dangerously low. From the angle you stood you could count each and every ab muscle that popped from his perfect form.

 Slowly, you raked your eyes over every inch of skin that was on display. Have mercy you thought. The pictures he’d been sending you over the last three months had not done an ounce of justice to what you were looking at now. From the pictures he looked good yes, and you’d wanted to run your hand along every inch of him, but in front of you now, you wanted so much more.

 You watched him use the contraption underneath him, no doubt a new torture device from Eddie. He rocked forward and brought himself into a crunch and if it was possible those abs popped even more. He held the position and the longer he did the more parched you became. Thanks to those low sitting sweats you could see those brain numbing indentations at his sides that disappeared inside those now annoying sweats. Your eyes lowered and caught sight of a half-asleep monster skimming the surface.

 Without thought you licked your lips. Pablo rolled backward releasing the position he’d been holding and arched himself back. Your eyes roamed up his sweat glistened body to see he wore headphones. He probably had no idea you were up much less ogling him like this. You slowly and carefully walked into the room taking care to not make a sound. Once you came around him and stood just between his legs you took the time to admire him some more.

 His usual fit and build were always impressive to you because he always kept himself in good shape no matter what. However, his Halo level of fit was insane, and you thanked the producers every day that they’d chosen him for the role and that he was so dedicated to portraying an authentic master chief. Needless to say, your sex life since had been at a whole new level of explosive. It was a level you didn’t think was possible since you were already at wildfire levels.

 Before he could move you dropped down onto your knees and hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down. As soon as they moved, Pablo flinched swinging his head up to land on you. Your attention was taken by the half soft meal you’d revealed.

 “Jesus! Y/N, you scared the shit out of me!”

 “Did I?”

 You looked at him without moving your head, so it was only your eyes that bored into him. You always knew this made him weak. Sure enough, Pablo groaned.

 “God, don’t look at me like that.”

 Smirking, you wrapped your hand around his length that was much firmer than seconds ago.

 “Mmm. Looks like you like being scared and the way I’m looking at you.”

 Pablo scoffed and made a move to get off the wheel, but you gently squeezed him.

 Groaning, he met your eyes again. “What’re you doing? You know that’s not a toy, right?”

 “No? I thought it was my toy?”

 His clear hazel eyes darkened as the tip of his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip.

 “No worries, I’m not looking for a toy right now…just a snack.”

 You tipped your tongue and licked from the base of his cock to the smooth tip. A deep moan that sounded like a big cat’s purr rumbled in Pablo’s chest and filled the room. You loved hearing him moan.

 “I’m—I’m sweaty. Let me--.”

 His words were cut off by another moan when you sucked his head into your mouth and moaned on it hoping that was answer enough for him.

 “Uuugh!”

 Pablo’s head dropped back to hang down as you swirled your tongue around him quite enjoying the slight saltiness to his skin. A wave of hunger hit you so hard that you couldn’t control yourself. Dipping your head lower, you took him into your mouth until he touched the back of your throat.

 Pablo hissed as his head flung back up to watch you. Using his hands, he bracketed your head holding you gently. His mouth fell open as if he’d planned to say something, but no sound came. Rotating your head from left to right you rolled your tongue along the underside of his shaft.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 “Mmmm.”

 Pablo’s grip tightened. It wasn’t enough to hurt you but just enough to let you know he was quickly losing control.

 “God baby,” he breathed keeping a close eye on your mouth.

 You slowly bobbed on him bringing your mouth all the way down so your top lip brushed against the spray of dark neatly trimmed hair there then up just until his swollen tip slipped out of your mouth. When it did, he grunted and thrusted upward showing his eagerness to be back inside your mouth.

 “Shit Y/N,” he muttered through trembling lips.

 That wasn’t the only thing that was trembling. From the way his body shook, you could tell he was quickly getting to the point where his muscles would give way. Increasing the power of your suck, you clamped onto his need and moaned. Suddenly Pablo jerked up sending his arousal down your throat tempting your gag. Suppressing it, you pulled back lifting your mouth off of him leaving a trail of thick saliva.

 “For fuck’s sake,” Pablo rasped before he yanked you to him. Your body crashed to his and it was at the last moment that you worried the wheel underneath him would break that Pablo smoothly held you to him, rolled to the right while cocooning you so you didn’t feel the impact of the wooden floors.

 “I’ve missed you so much, dollface.”

 You smiled and smoothed the back of your hand against his bristled cheek.

 “I missed you too. I’m sorry about--.”

 That was all you got out before Pablo’s lips pressed to yours for your first kiss in months. You both moaned against each other as your lips sweetly danced together reacquainting themselves with the feel of the other. When you felt Pablo readjust himself so he was perfectly nestled between your legs, you moaned at the heaviness of his length pressed against your core. His lips sped and the kiss turned desperate, urgent, and so much more sinful. He kissed you like a hungry man. A man who’d had to go months without sustenance and couldn’t get enough now with his first taste.

 Soon you both were wildly making out on the floor pawing at each other wherever you could. The t-shirt that you’d found yourself in when you awoke was now pushed to your hips exposing your lower half where you only wore one of Pablo’s boxers. His large hand snaked underneath the shirt to cup your bare breast. You arched thrusting it further out to him like a sacrificial offering. Pablo groaned then buried his head into your neck where he nipped, licked and sucked your skin.

 “Oh Pablo.”

 His roughened thumb swiped across your nipple once, then twice before he flicked the now hardened peak.

 “Yes,” you breathed.

 As one hand cupped your breast, the other dipped inside those boxers and found where you wanted him the most. A high-pitched gasp left your lips when Pablo’s fingers dipped between your folds.

 “Mmmmm,” Pablo rumbled finding you already wet for him.

 Pablo then pressed his forehead to yours as his fingers explored the slickness between your thighs.

 “Fuck dollface, you’re already wet for me?”

 You nodded unable to find your voice. He scissored your clit between his fingers and slid them up and down sending such powerful sparks of pleasure through you, you nearly came right then.

 “Aaah!”

 Pablo must have sensed it because his body stiffened, then he slid one finger home into your core. You both groaned in unison. It wasn’t nearly enough but it was still so fucking good and so much more than you’d had all these months. When you opened your eyes, you found Pablo’s hazel ones locked on you. His mouth was slightly ajar as he continued dipping into your cavernous heat one centimeter at a time. When he’d finally sent that one digit as far as it could go, he curled it up making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

 “You’re so tight. It’s like I’ve never claimed this sweet little pussy as mine.”

 You whimpered when he hooked his finger deeper.

 “Fuck, I’m going to have to teach her again how to take me, huh?”

 You nodded.

 “I can’t hear you dollface.”

 Pablo added another finger rotating his wrist, so his fingers spiraled inside of you.

 “Ye—ye—yes, yes, yes!”

 As if on their own, his fingers pulled out of you only to slam back in again and again before Pablo pulled them out completely. You watched as he licked them clean like a man with his favorite flavored cone.

 “You taste as good as I remember. I want more.”

 Before you knew it, Pablo had flipped you so you were straddling him with his thick, hard cock pressing against your sex. The feel of him nestled between your legs but not inside of you was so tempting that you couldn’t resist ricking against him using your slickness to ease your glide.

 “Aah,” Pablo growled gripping your hips but not stopping you.

 You began slow but that didn’t last. After the second or third rock you were quickly rubbing yourself against his need half using him for your own pleasure and half teasing him. The only sounds in the living room were your combined panting and moaning. Pablo’s grip on your hips tightened and soon he was pulling you toward his face.

 When his mouth latched onto your clit you instinctively bucked against him swiping your pussy across his mouth and nose. Pablo moaned then locked his arms around your waist holding you right where he wanted. His tongue set the pace telling you that he planned on devouring you until you were breathless and trying to run away and even then, he wouldn’t let you.

 Before even three minutes had passed you were so close, and he knew it from the way your moans turned to mewls and mewls turned to pants then finally whines.

 “Ah, ah, ah, Pa—oh my god!”

 You tried to pull away, but his arms held you tighter and deciding to just lose yourself to the pleasure you rocked on him, riding his face. Your wail of pleasure echoed throughout the house as your orgasm crept up on you taking you by surprise. Pablo moaned as he lapped at your flesh taking every drop you gave him. Even then he didn’t releasee you, he kept on coaxing another.

 Trying to pry yourself from him was futile so you gave yourself to the wild, consuming feeling bubbling within you. A feeling that threatened complete destruction and rebirth, a feeling that wanted as much as it would give, a feeling that was almost terrifying in the way that it made you feel so utterly out of control, but you didn’t run from it. You found Pablo’s eyes on you, and you lost your shit. You came so hard you nearly fell back on him. If it weren’t for his strong arms holding you, you were sure you would have.

 The next thing you knew you were cocooned in Pablo’s arms with your head resting in the crook of his beauty mark speckled neck while straddling him. Your eyes met and your hearth thundered even more.

 “Hi,” Pablo whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.

 “Hi.”

 “I’m sorry, I took too much too soon,” Pablo said.

 Your brow crinkled. “Too much?”

 “After flying, now with jet lag, I should have--.”

 You cut him off with a kiss. When you felt his hardness lurch underneath you, you realized then you’d blacked out and he hadn’t come yet. This man was too good to you. Kissing him with renewed need, you shifted just a little so his cock was between your bodies throbbing against your belly. Then you shifted onto your knees and hovered just above his length. Every time your wet entrance grazed the tip of his need he flinched and stiffened.  He was barely hanging on.

 “You haven’t taken enough.”

 You then slid down taking him inside of you inch by slow inch. Pablo threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed uncontrollably tempting you to nip him which you did. Biting down on his skin you marked him not caring who saw it. Pablo groaned, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down onto him filling and stretching you to capacity.

 “Fuck!”

 Pablo shook as he held you still. Every muscle in his back and chest jerked, then clenched and unclenched. He was right, he would have to teach you how to take him again. You were so impossibly full of him you were tethering on that fine line of pleasure and pain, and it drove you mad.

 “So tight, so fucking tight,” Pablo muttered allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice.

 You slowly raised off of him allowing a few inches to slip from you before lowering yourself again. When you did, Pablo whimpered. Doing it again and again his reaction to you only intensified. By the time you’d picked up your speed both of your pleasure had synced. It felt as if you could feel his pleasure and he could feel yours. You were on the same seesaw ebbing back and forth, up and down on the way to the most powerful shared orgasm.

 “You’re so beautiful,” Pablo whispered into your ear before he bit your lobe.

 “Mmm. You feel incredible baby,” you countered.

 “Did you miss my cock dollface?”

 You nodded before you bit onto his bottom lip then sucked it into your mouth. Pablo squeezed your hips then began moving you on him. First, he rocked you back and forth then lifted you up and down slamming you down every time. By the time you were seeing stars behind your eyes, you pushed him back, so he laid down onto the floor, then lifted his t-shirt off of your body. Pablo’s eyes immediately dropped to your breasts and seconds later his hands cupped them.

 Using him as an anchor you planted your hands on this ripped torso then bounced on him. With every crash down onto him the goosebumps on your flesh beaded tighter and tighter, your telltale sign you were close.

 “I’m so close baby.”

 “Come for me dollface. Come all over this cock.”

 The man was an expert dirty talker. You didn’t stand a chance. As if on command, you did just that. As the sensation wrapped you up and took over you sat on top of him allowing yourself to fully let go after so many months apart. Pablo gripped your hips then jackhammered up into you inching your closer and closer to another release.

 “Ah, ah aahhaa, Pablo!”

 he grunted once, twice then you felt him filling you like a twinkie.

 “Ah, uh, uh, ah, uuuugh!”

 He held you so tightly against him ensuring that not even a drop escaped you and with every spurt he released inside of you, your body trembled. After several long moments, you both were a panting mess as you clung to one another.

 “Mmm, I love you, Y/N.”

 Your eyes met. “Yeah?”

 He looked so open, so vulnerable, so free for the taking.

 “I do. I love you so fucking much. Shit after today you just may be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

 He kissed your collar then brought sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts before wrapping his mouth around your nipple.

 “Mmm. What’s that supposed to mean?”

 He took his time licking and sucking your nipple reawakening that hungry, desperate need within you. Pulling his mouth from your flesh, he bit his bottom lip then brought one hand to your stomach.

 “I think I may have just planted Pablo Jr and Pabuela right here.”

 Your eyes bugged as you took in his words. Both of you snorted then laughed heartily.

 “Pablo!”

 You playfully slapped his chest.

 “Is that what your goal was? Let’s trap her so she’ll stay?”

 You playfully pinched and poked him until he rolled onto you pinning your arms above your head.

 “Trap? That’s such an ugly word. I prefer locked down, wifed up.”

 Both of you stopped moving as your eyes lingered. This was not the first time ether of you had heard the W word in reference to your relationship. It was however the first time Pablo had used the W word in reference to your relationship. This was also the first time he’d joked about having kids with you. He hovered over you, searching your eyes. You didn’t know what to say so you remained silent as your heart raced uncontrollably.

 “What do you think?”

 “Pabuela is a hideous name. There is no way my—our daughter will be named that.”

 You knew what you’d said, and you’d said it on purpose. His eyes remained on yours, but they sparked with intensity.

 “But Pablo Jr?”

 “PJ, sounds good,” you whispered.

 It was as if you were having two conversations in one. This lighthearted hypothetical one with the real and much deeper one hidden between the words, a serious one, one that was heavy with promise and intent. Pablo bit his bottom lip as he readjusted himself between your legs.

 “It does. Maybe Y/N Jr for—our daughter?”

 Hearing how heartbreakingly soft his voice got when he said “our” made your heart skipped a beat. It was a horrible idea, no way would you want to make your daughter a Jr, but hearing those words from him took your breath away. Shit you were so gone--hook, line and sinker for this man.

 You widened your legs then wrapped them around his waist. “There’s room for improvement but—I think we should be sure they are planted properly. Once may be all it takes but twice—seals the fate.”

 Pablo slowly smiled until he was full on just teeth and gums. With one thrust of his hips, he connected you again, stealing your breath all over again. The whole time he thrust into you his eyes never left yours. You were having a full-on conversation with your eyes and the beating of your hearts. The intensity of the exchange made you overly sensitive. You could feel everything ten times more. Every rub of his skin against yours felt like sparks from fireworks landed on your flesh. Every collision of his hip bone into yours was the rake of nails along your skin. Every tap of his thighs against the backs of yours sent a frisson of fire through you. It all felt so incredible, so completely perfect.

 When you felt his movements lag becoming even less controlled, you knew the intensity of the moment, of your lovemaking was also making him more sensitive as well. He was close and neither of you wanted to stop it or slow down. Pablo quickly thrusted into you racing for his release and you held on to him never taking your eyes off of his. Suddenly he stopped moving leaving your body in heightened suspension. Your first thought was he’d changed his mind and was pulling away from you both physically and emotionally. The thought made your heart clench and eyes prick with tears.

 “I love you, Y/N. Forever and always.”

 His brow crinkled and just like that he’d made the conscious decision and deliberate choice to seal your fate and lives together. A tear rolled out the corner of your eye as you joined him in the sweetest orgasm you’d ever had together. When you felt Pablo’s thick digit swipe at the tear you saw the question, worry and fear in his eyes. Smiling, you cupped his bearded jaw and erased any doubt in him with three words.

 “Forever and always.”

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[beautification-tales]

The Betrayal

A late Bloomer tale

Marsha, Stacey, and Ruby were sitting at the cafeteria of their university. They laughed and smiled at each other as they enjoyed the glances from the men. “They really want us don’t they?” Ruby giggled. “It’s so easy these days… it’s practically just routine. I mean, I just eat now but it’s not as fun as it used to be.” Stacey sighed crossing her arms. She slumped in her chair as if she was bored. Marsha rubbed Stacey’s shoulder and said. “Well my maker said we need to find a 4th. I think that should give you the excitement you crave.”

Stacey sat up as her expression shifted to happiness. “Yeah, I’m sure Peter bullied another girl at this school. I…. I could ask him..” she trailed off, her eyes wandered thinking of torturing Peter for information. “Eww, no Stacey leave that fucktard in the rear view. You got your revenge now let’s help our new recruit get theirs.” Stacey moped as Marsha gave her friend a directive. Ruby coughed to cut the tension.

“Well we can always recruit Becky.” Ruby suggested. “Who the fuck is Becky?” Stacey asked with a scoff. “She’s my old roommate. She got betrayed by her best friend.” Marsha’s eyes lit up and quickly glowed. “That sounds delicious Ruby. You think you can turn her for us?” Ruby smiled mischievously, excited to bring a new member into the fold.

“You think I’m ready?” Ruby asked Marsha. Marsha nodded as she gave Stacey a look of disappointment. “ Absolutely girl! You’re ready and you definitely have self control. Unlike others in this group.” “Not fair Marsha! You give me power to get what I want and now it’s all ‘leave Peter alone.’” Stacey raised her voice as onlookers paid even more attention to them. “Lower your voice. Ugh, anyway Ruby. Turn her tonight. Remember to eat well as it will take a lot to make her ‘bloom”

“Oh yeah. I’m hungry anyway. See you girls later!” Ruby got up from the table. She pulled her pencil skirt down and began walking toward the door. A male student tripped and fell distracted by Ruby’s strut. The cafeteria erupted in laughter as the student began picking up his mess. Ruby turned around and approached the embarrassed guy. She bent at the waist effortlessly to pick up a plate and handed it to him. The room became almost silent as Ruby said something to the guy and he began to smile. He placed his tray and plates on one of the tables as Ruby put her arm through his as they walked out.

Marsha smiled with pride as she watched the scene unfold. “Hmmm good girl. You see that? That’s how you feed!” Stacey leaned forward and grabbed onto Marsha’s hand. “Please Marsha! I’m sorry! Can I please see Peter? Just once?” Marsha sighed and removed her hand from Stacey's grip. She knew Stacey wasn’t sorry at all. “You play with your food too much! So you are on a Peter free diet indefinitely!” Marsha’s eyes glowed as she commanded Stacey. “Augh!” Stacey screamed as she got up and grabbed a guy by the arm as she left the building. “Umm hey!” A guy said to Marsha feeling a bit more confident to approach as her gorgeous friends had just left. “Soak your jeans fuckboi.” Marsha purred and her eyes glowed. The guy’s face grimaced as he orgasmed in his pants. A wet stain began to form at his crotch. “Well I’m full!” Marsha smiled as she left the cafeteria.

One year ago

In the same cafeteria

“Hey cow! Why are you eating in here? Shouldn’t you be grazing on the fields?” Peter chuckled, as Mark and Paul laughed with him. “Just leave me alone please. Please, Peter?” Stacey looked up from her table. Peter looked down at Stacey and grinned. “I will if you say it. C’mon do it and we’ll go.” Stacey looked down as her eyes began to water. “Mmmoooo” Stacey bellowed still looking down at her food. “Ha ! I can’t believe she did that! What a loser!” Peter said to his crew as they walked off. Stacey was left alone once again and returned to eating her meal.

A few tables down Marsha was sitting with Tom. “How do you know she likes you Tom?” Marsha asked her best friend with a smile. “Well she smiled at me and put her hand on my shoulder.” Marsha gave a skeptical look to her friend’s answer. “You’re just jealous. You want all this Tom to yourself.” Tom flexed his thin arms as Marsha laughed out loud. She pushed her glasses up her nose. “I love how you always make me laugh.” She giggled. “I love you too.” Tom replied with a serious face and tone. Marsha blushed then smiled again. “Shut up limp dick.” She pushed her friend’s shoulder. “Marsha, Marsha! Language!” They laughed together.

On the other side of the cafeteria Ruby was sitting with Becky. Peter and his crew just sat down still laughing not too far away. “He’s so cute, Becky. He has the bluest eyes you ever did see. It’s like Zack Morris in real life.” Ruby had stars in her eyes as she looked at Mark talking with Peter and Paul. “Ruby, you can’t be serious. They are stupid frat boys who only fuck blonde sorority bitches. They bully girls like us. I mean Peter loves bullying Stacey.” Becky gestured in Stacey’s direction as Stacey sat eating her salad. “Trust me Becky. Mark will fall for me and we will get married and I’ll have his babies!” Ruby blushed as she imagined it. Becky rolled her eyes. “Anyway I’ll see you at the dorm later to study kay?” Ruby nodded as Becky got up from the table with her tray in hand. “Tell Bill I said hi.” Ruby smiled as Becky walked off. Ruby looked back at Mark and felt her heart skip a beat.

Becky walked across campus to her boyfriend’s dorm room. She was hoping to surprise him with a quick make out session before class. As she arrived at his door, she could hear laughter coming from within. Frowning, she knocked on the door. Becky could hear the room grow quiet. “Who’s there?” Bill asked. “Babe it’s me open up!” Becky could hear the whispering in the room as Becky banged on the door. “Bill open this fucking door!” Suddenly, the door swung open revealing Bill with a red face. “Look babe it’s not what it looks like.” Becky pushed past him and saw the blond woman buttoning her shirt. “What the Fuck! ….Traci?” Becky shouted as Traci looked down in shame. Becky looked back at Bill and began slapping his shoulder. “My best friend?! Behind my back? You’re a fucking monster!”

The shame had now caused Traci to cry as tears ran down her face. “Why Traci? When I came to you thinking he was cheating …. Y.. you said nothing when all this time it was you?” Becky felt like she may pass out as all she could see was red. “Look it’s all my fault. I wanted Traci since day one but she wanted you to ‘win’ one for once. I’m sorry Becky but…. We’re in love.” Traci looked at Bill with love and tears in her eyes. Becky felt her head spinning. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Becky pushed past Bill. Becky ran out of the building with tears and rage.

Present day

Rubi knocked on her former dorm room and opened the door. “Becky? Hey are you in here.” The room was dark and was dirty. Becky was doing homework while eating chips. “Yeah… what do you want?” Becky answered, hardly looking up from her desk. Becky’s lips were littered with chip crumbs as she wiped the grease on her hoodie. Ruby grimaced as she saw how badly her friend let herself go. “Hey Becky… it’s me Ruby!” Becky ‘s eyes lit up as she swallowed another handful of chips. She wiped her hands and rubbed on the shirt.

“Ruby? Is that really you?” Becky asked, her voice filled with disbelief and excitement. Ruby nodded, smiling at her old friend. She took in the sight of Becky's unkempt hair, the dark circles under her eyes, and the extra weight she had gained since they last saw each other. It was obvious that Becky had been going through a rough patch, but Ruby was determined to help her.

“Wow! You look great! Did you have work done? You look like a film star!” Becky gushed, her eyes examining Ruby from head to toe. Ruby laughed, as she twirled showing her tight dress, pantyhose and heels. “You like? It sure beats my plaid shirts and jeans that I used to wear.” She looked around the room, taking in the mess.

Becky realized her former roommate noticed the empty pizza boxes and dirty clothes on the floor. She grinned sheepishly, trying to play it off. “Yeah! You look great. You have to recommend your surgeon to me. Sorry about the mess. It’s been a busy semester.” Becky tried to play off her current situation. Ruby walked further into the room, glancing around.

“Becky, you don’t have to lie to me. I was too stupid and obsessed with Mark to see it then. You needed a friend and I let you push me away. I’m so sorry.” Ruby took a step closer, her voice cracking with emotion. Becky looked up at her, surprised by the intensity of Ruby's words. She bit her lip, trying to hold back tears. Becky smiled trying to change the subject. “How is that jerkoff anyway?” she asked, motioning up and down. Ruby laughed softly.

“Let’s just say the new me has him wrapped around my little finger.” Ruby laughed, spinning her index finger. She glanced around the room again, taking in the dust and the dirty clothes. "Look, I'm here to help you, Becky. What Traci and Bill did to you… It wasn’t right. I mean look at you! You were the one who told me to live life and here you are in the dark in filth. They stole your fire and I’m here to give it back.”

Becky looked at her old friend, her eyes full of hope. "Ruby, I don't know if I can go back to who I was. I've let myself go so far..." She trailed off, staring at her hands. Ruby walked over and took Becky's hands in her own. “I’m talking about being even better! I have new friends Becky… powerful friends. We were all wronged or ignored and now no one hurts us. We do the hurting… we’re going to run this School.” Ruby looked at her friend with a stern face.

Becky scoffed “So you want me in your new gang? Sure I’d join but isn’t a pathetic girl like me going to bring y….mmmph.” Becky was interrupted as Ruby lept forward and kissed her friend. Becky’s eyes opened wide as she felt Ruby’s tongue enter her mouth. Becky was about to push away but Ruby lips felt so soft and she smelled so good. Becky closed her eyes and began to enjoy the moment.

Ruby backed off as a line of saliva connected their lips. Ruby smiled with satisfaction. “Mmmm welcome to the team. I just needed you to say yes.” Ruby wiped her lips with her thumb. Becky looked at her friend with a mixture of shock and lust. She couldn't believe she just kissed her. Ruby pulled out her phone and showed Becky a photo of her and Ruby with two other girls . All of them were gorgeous like out of a Victoria’s Secret magazine.

“We’re all sisters now.” Ruby said.

Becky fell to her knees and grabbed her stomach. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. “Yea this part hurts but it’s worth it” Ruby said as she watched her friend transform. Becky’s skin got hotter and hotter until it all became burnt as if she was set on fire. The black ash fell off her body as her skin became perfect with no blemishes. Becky still grasped her stomach as she felt her muffin top decrease in size. The new strong core felt good as Becky quickly felt her new abdominal muscles.

Ruby felt her lips puff up as they swelled as if stung by bees. The lips turned dark red as her lips opened to let out a moan. Ruby’s eyes rolled back as she felt the sexual energy growing in her friend. Ruby’s eyes glowed as she licked her lips as she heard the moans of Becky’s pleasure. Becky’s hips widened as her sweatpants stretched and lowered down her body. Becky whipped her head back giving into the change as her breasts firmed up and grew. Becky instinctively grabbed one breast and squeezed. She screamed in delight as her ass lifted better than any BBL could provide. She felt her thighs get thicker as her body screamed for sex. Her messy black hair got brighter and more alluring.

Becky began to gyrate as if pleasing a man underneath her. She continued to moan as Ruby felt juices flow down her thigh. The last of the changes happened as Becky’s stature grew a bit gaining height and length as her arms and legs grew. They remained slender and feminine but also toned and strengthened. Becky looked up and met the eyes of her maker. She grinned as she saw her changes were turning Ruby on. Becky’s eyes glowed as the floodgates of her inhibitions were opened. Becky felt no anxiety and shame. The heavy cloud of depression left her mind as thoughts of revenge filled in. Becky stood up as purple flame covered her grease covered shirt changing into a black crop top. The gray sweatpants morphed into black yoga pants that hugged her curves.

“Becky you look…mmmmph” It was Becky’s turn to interrupt Ruby as she kissed her friend. She began to feel her body as their passion ignited. The sexual nature of the two succubi could not be extinguished. After 30 minutes of intense sex the two women collapsed on Becky’s bed naked. “Wow that was the best sex I ever had…and with a woman too!” Becky exclaimed. Ruby grinned as she caressed her friends body. “Mmm it’s how we eat and your urges now are much more inclusive let’s say.” Ruby replied looking at her good friend.

“So when you said Mark is wrapped around your finger?” Becky asked with a wicked grin. Ruby nodded and said “he’s my sex slave.” Becky giggled, thinking of how she could use her power. “Hmmm sounds like a plan.” Becky said before kissing Ruby once again

3 days later

Traci was walking to Bill’s dorm when she could hear the distinct sound of Jim’s groans. It seemed to be coming from his room. She pushed open his door and gasped. The groans got louder. Traci found Bill on his bed, sweating profusely. His hands were tied to the bed posts and a blindfold covered his eyes. A strange but unbelievably beautiful woman was sitting on his stomach, riding him vigorously. Traci shouted to announce her presence. The woman turned her head toward Traci and smiled seductively. “Oh hey Traci! Bill said so much about you. Too bad his love for you couldn’t keep his dick soft when he met me.”

Traci felt tears building in her eyes as she saw the woman still riding her boyfriend. “Bill! What the fuck!” Traci yelled as she felt the betrayal and anger well up inside her. The woman on top of Bill looked up at Traci and smirked. Bill kept groaning as if he didn’t hear Traci. “Awww poor Traci! Looks like your man is mine now and he doesn’t want to stop. I am too… sexy… to mmph Resist!” The Raven haired woman trembled as she came on Bill’s cock. Bill moaned in pure ecstasy as he came. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Traci said, feeling nauseous. The woman slid off of Bill and rubbed his member as it squirted more seed.

“Karma’s a bitch ain’t it?” The strange woman asked, her voice dripping with venom. Traci felt a cold chill run down her spine as she glared at the stranger. She couldn't believe this was happening. Traci sobbing ran out of the room and slammed the door. “Uh oh Bill. Looks like Traci will never forgive you for this.” Becky removed the blindfold from Jim’s face revealing his red tear filled eyes. Bill finally was able to speak again. “Becky… please. I love her … don’t do this.” He begged.

“No, I’m actually finally doing what I want and it feels … so … fucking good. Hmmm seeing Traci like that makes me need another round… or two. Get hard for me big boy and no talking until you make me cum again.” Bill felt his body obey her words as he was unable to talk again and his cock sprang to attention.

Meanwhile at the cafeteria

Marsha, Ruby and Stacey sat at their usual table. Marsha’s eyes glowed. “Ladies, our sisterhood is complete now. It’s time to meet my… our maker.”

[deanoheartspie]

Sunshine

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Y/h/c (hair color) tell me what you think!

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My whole life depended on my parents, even though I wanted to leave they made me believe I couldn't do anything on my own and it was in my best interest for me to blindly follow what they wanted.

But... What about what I wanted?

After I ran out on my wedding day because everything was set up and my family was money-hungry greedy whores. I decide to leave and start fresh...even though that meant going to my Aunt Laura's house whom I haven't seen in years.

Driving through the cute little town, while people talked on the sidewalks and had conversations with people without their phones in hand.

NEIGH NEIGH NEIGH

Slamming to a complete stop, I hadn't seen the horse due to the distractions. Noticing a man on it and his head whips around practically glaring at me while he walks over to the car knocking on the window

“What the hell is wrong with you sweetheart?” He asked with his gruff deep voice, that had a hint of an accent.

“I didn't mean to... Is he okay?” I looked up at him, getting a good look at his bright green eyes and freckles on his face.

“She. It's a she. Nope, she got grazed by a woman who couldn't pay attention to the road. Oopsie daisies” The man grumbled placing a hand on his hips, the sun perfectly shining on him to show all his facial features.

I look at him and cross my arms, he sure was a grumpy man. “500 dollar ticket here ya go sweetheart. Damages and all” he said with a smirk sliding the ticket over.

“I grazed the horse not murder it!” I shout out handing him the ticket back, he slightly glares as he tosses it in your car.

“Oh, honey you should be happy that it was my horse and not my car.” He huffed out, walking away and gently pulling the horse to the sidewalk.

When I have the chance, I drive past him and start driving up to my aunts. Fields and fields of grass, cows, and horses scattered around I couldn't help but scrunch my nose. If I'm being quite honest... I've never been a big fan of animals, but I guess I'll have to deal with it while I'm here. Let's just hope they don't get too close.

Pulling up to the driveway, of the beautiful farmhouse that was a little old but sure as hell something you wouldn't find back in the city.

“Oh my! Y/n! You got so big!” before I could even register the person I got squished into a hug that ended by an older gruff voice chirps in.

“Laura, your going to squish her to death” He crosses his arm with a smile, my favorite uncle well...it was either between Daniel my dad's older brother who was a pain in the ass, or Clayton who was just chill. So of course, clay would be my favorite.

“Auntie Laura and Uncle Clay! How have you both been?”

They both have smiles on their faces, the last time I had seen them I was a kid who loved it out here... Times have changed.

“Wonderful! We had to get a ranch hand since this oldie is getting frail even though he doesn't want to admit it.” Laura teasingly mutters tugging me up the creaky porch and handing me a sweet tea.

Scrunching my nose at the sweetness, but I had to admit it was one of the best I've ever tasted so I'll give her that. I ran a hand through my y/h/c hair with a sigh slipping out, as I grab the ticket out of my pocket.

“Oh, dear! Did you get pulled over? What for?” My aunt asks curiously, with a head tilt.

“I accidentally grazed a horse... But you can barely tell, the guy was an ass.” I mutter under my breath, Leaning against the white chipped pillar.

My uncle looks at me with a raised brow, while crossing his arms with a grin. I look at him confused when I turn around to see who he looking at.

“Well hello darlin.” The green eyes look down at me, with a smirk.

Well fuck.

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Chapter 2

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[floef-likes-minecraft]

A Whole New World

In loving memory of Gluestick, who died during the charity stream because of a creeper explosion.

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“Gluestick, buddy, come here,” Skizz not be a horse whisperer, but him and his trusty steed had been through so much together they understood each other on a spiritual level. Now that Skizz had acquired the gift of flight, he was terrified Gluestick might never look at him the same. The horse in golden armor looked up lazily, clearly responding to his name.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, mkay?” Skizz started, putting his arm around the horses neck to give him a hug. Gluestick huffed, but didn’t move.

“I’m not replacing you with an elytra. I’m not putting you in the eternal grazing fields, it’s just that I know this is better for both of us. We’ll still have plenty of trips to our friends, don’t you even worry buddy! You’ll see Pluto and cOW and Skipper and we ride around magic mountain so many times you won’t believe it. But I can’t make you run for miles and miles every time I need to go to a desert or every time I need to venture out to long forgotten corners of this Server. I certainly won’t make you go to the nether, buddy, that is so dangerous for you!”

Gluestick pressed his head to Skizz back, which he thought meant something like a hug in horse talk. His eyes teared up and he sniffled before continuing.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he said, softer now. “I’ll build you a beautiful stables, I promise! Right along the water, or next to the pyramid. Heck, I’ll build it inside the pyramid if you want! Mode of transportation is ever changing, like how I changed from just walking to making you my friend and steed. Just know that I would’ve taken you to the sky did I have the chance, I would show you the world! A whole new world a horse had never seen before! Heck, you’d be the first flying horse Gluestick, and it would be amazing. You know what, I’m going to make that happen.”

Skizz took a step back, Gluestick not quite wanting to let go of him and stretching his neck out to his owner as he stepped away. Gluesticks nostrils flared as he bumped his nose to Skizz’ pocket.

“Oh, you – “ Skizz reached in his pocket to pull out two golden carrots that had been there for probably a day to long. “You want these?”

[zombietoilets2234]

New attempt at writing. Tell me your opinions and feedback thanks and enjoy.

It was late in the evening. I was driving home from work after a hard day. You see I had just gotten fired after some complaints from customers about my hygiene. I'm six foot two inches heavy weight and I don't like to shower. Never seen the need to, as I like my smell and am very proud of it. I guess other people are afraid of the smell of real men, because my boss called me to his office and fired me, there loss. Anyway I'm driving down the road with the windows down. It's a hot summers day and the AC is broken I can feel my sweat collecting in my underwear and my armpits.

I'm in the middle of the country and on the side of me are miles of farmland and ranches. Cows graze lazily in the fields the hefty aroma of cow pies wafting into my nose, God I love that smell there is something so earthy and sweet smelling that just makes me want to take a deep breath and revel in it. As I pass this real flat stretch of empty fields my car starts making this grinding screeching sound and smoke starts to billow out of the hood. Just great something more to top off this perfect day. Grumbling I pull over getting out of the car I pop the hood to check what's going on. DAMN over heated the engine. So after wiping the sweat off my brow I hefted up my pants and started back to one of the one of ranch houses I saw coming down this way. It was twenty minutes till I reached the nearest one grumpy and out of breath I knocked on the door and waited for a response. Looking around I started noticing the scenery this was a nice small house blue in color with white trim but this was tiny compared to the giant blue barn behind it. These people seemed to be horse ranchers because there were horses running back and forth in the fields. Looking at them and noting the big round balls on some of them my guess was a stallion ranch. Almost drooling on myself I couldn't help watching those balls swing back and forth while they Galloped about . That's when the door opens and out comes what I hope is the ranch master he's tall about 6,5 nice and chiseled with gorgeous blue eyes and a beard and belly to match.

Drinking him in I look him up and down noticing the considerable bulge in his pants. Guess the stallions weren't the only ones who were hung. Evening sir sorry to bother you at this time but my car broke down just up the road so you mind if I trouble you for a glass of water and to use your phone as mine doesn't work out this way. By the way my name is Ethan what's yours. I stretch out my hand to give Him a hand shake. Nice to meet you Ethan my name Dean. He took my hand and shook it. So can I use your phone I asked again not wanting to let his hand go wishing those hands were stroking my cock as he fucked me with his hidden monster. Yeh sure no problem, come on in he said with a smirk. Thanks nice place you got here sir. You here by yourself. Yeah he said just me and the horses and a couple of stable hands who come in and take care of the feedings and mucking out every couple of days but they're not here right now. Oh so no misses in your life I asked hoping he was on my side. No, no misses don't have the time to look right now disappointed with his answer I asked where his phone was. over there by the fireplace on that end table. Oh thanks just one moment.

After calling for a towing truck I hung up and asked Him for some water and if he minded I stayed till the tow truck arrived. No problem how long will they be you think. Well they said it may be a couple hours because they only have one person in right now. Well make yourself comfortable on that couch and here is some water and I have beer in the fridge if you want something stronger. Thanks I would love a beer so he went back into the kitchen and grabbed two beers and into mine he placed something I didn't see. He hands me the beer and I take a good draft from it burping rather loudly ugh that was good it's got to be 110 degrees out there right now man I said. 113 actually he said hottest day of the year so far. No shit I said staring to feel sleepy well hope you don't mind but I need to take a nap I'm exhausted. He just shrugged and said no problem I'll wake you when the tow truck arrives. With that I close my eyes and drift off into nothingness.

After what feels like hours later with a jerk I open my eyes things are blurry and my brain is sluggish what first comes to my mind is I can't move I'm in a bent over state my feet wide apart and something forced down into my throat. groaning I try to focus my mind but a headache is making it hard. What first comes in is the smell of horses and the deep earthy smell of road apples. Hey look who's finally awake. Its Dean he's grinning ear the ear. Well aren't you just perfect I needed a new one after the last one was sold to my friend. You see I need you to be my horses new slave and that means your the new fuck toy for them .

End of part one of you want a part two let me know

[anhonestdaysworkcomic]

TELL US SOMETHING COOL AVOUT MEDIEVAL FARMING PLEASE!!!

GLADLY

ALSO sorry this took so long to answer. Every time I remembered I wanted to reply, I was at work and didn't have my notes in front of me.

SOME THINGS I THINK ARE COOL ABOUT MEDIEVAL FARMING (and/or historical farming because some of these are earlier)

So the Romans are usually credited with bringing the coulter (a sharp knife at the end of a plough) to the Celts, but there's evidence the Celts already had this technology due to 7th century carvings found on a rock in Val Camonica. Pliny also wrote that the Celts in Raetia invented the wheeled plough

Also! Apparently ploughs were usually shared throughout villages and were kept at the church to be rented out accordingly

The Celts also had a harvesting machine as early as the 2nd century!! The Celts called it a messor (and the Romans called it a vallus) but its essentially a cart with "teeth" on it and as it's pulled through a field (by oxen) the grain/corn would be pulled through said teeth and the ear would be torn off the stalk and fall into the cart

Another neat thing I found was how the Celts stored their grain!! They would place the harvested grain in souterrains- which were large holes dug into rock (usually chalk) and then covered and sealed with moist clay and then topped w soil. Apparently as the grain is exposed to the damp walls they germinate and use up all the oxygen while also releasing carbon dioxide which causes the grain to sit in a sort of suspended animation, keeping it preserved.

They also used small, raised granaries as a storage method, but I think the souterrain is cooler. You can also make silage with a souterrain!! (silage is fermented grass to feed your animals as a supplement to Hay)

Also Hay is just dried grass. I always thought it was a grain or something like wheat. But no, it's dried grass. Also you can't harvest hay if it rains. You need like a week of good weather so the hay can dry out before you bundle it and deposit into a barn/hut/loft

I also learned there's different farming. You can do pastoral or arable farming (or some combination of the two.) But pastoral farming is about cultivating animals and arable farming is about growing crops, and what you focused on tended to be dictated by the landscape. Steep areas are hard to grow crops on, so you'd focus on animals (especially ones that do good with unsure footing like sheep and goats.) But if you have nice weather and flatter land then you'd focus on growing crops

I'm planning to place this story in a setting similar to the Alps, and they have a fun tradition where in the spring they migrate their cattle to higher altitudes (the actual alps) so they can graze in high altitude pastures during the summer (there's also a lot of cheese making during this time,) and then during the fall the cows migrate back down to the valley before it gets too cold

Oh, and this is a silly tidbit; but apparently Julius Ceaser thought the Celts regarded chickens as holy and thought that they never ate them. The Celts did eat their chickens (waste not want not and all that.) They also used to host chicken fights

I've learned a lot more than this, but these are the best tidbits

Thank you for asking!! This was my favorite ask to get!!

[hell-drabbles]

Oh? OH?

Cw: OCC (Lucifer still isn't out). Suggestive but not entirely explicit. Religious reference. Subtle hint of violence (description of hell). Mean!reader. Non-proof. The reader hinted to be an animal person. Kinda crackpost??? Lucifer uses 'stranger' and 'person' since the reader doesn't know him yet. Grammatical error here and there IM SORRY IM STILL LEARNING HOW TO WRITE SMUT

Sum: After you found out that hell too, owns a farm, you begged Satan to let you visit one. Your anticipation quickly wash away after you witness a bizarre scene.

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You had always thought that hell was a place for punishment. Those who committed a sin and turned against god, a sea of hellish fire that will greet them at the door and burn their soul for the rest of eternity. With, of course, the devils looking completely hideous with little to no person's features. no place that calls home, just like the Catholics portray them to be.

Never in your wildest dream would you think that hell was just like your home, if not for more advanced high technology from the other regions and the devils looking more like humans, the only difference that part them away would be the horns and their nature.

Then, of course, the ranch is also there.

Amongst all the 'amazing' things you have witnessed so far, the farm would be the best place for you. Either because of its greenish field that patches and stretches toward the horizon perfectly or how the animals made the place even more lively, from the contented cows munching on the soft grass, chickens grazing against the ground for any hidden treasure to a wooly sheeps moving softly in group. Each creature equally plays its part in the farm.

With a sturdy box full of a handful of healthy grass, you stride towards the horse's stable. Upon getting close to the section, you are quickly greeted with a neigh from the horses as they move around their stall in anticipation, almost as if they knew an old friend.

You smile at their gesture. Animals were always fun to be around, and while not for everyone, you tend to rant your troubles to them, even as they only answer with their noises, you can't help but appreciate their company as they don't judge you, unlike a person.

You carefully open the door but as you quickly drop the box to the side. You stretch your limbs as you groan in satisfaction when you hear your sore bone make a 'pop' sound.

Only then when you hear another groan, although it didn't seem to come from you or the horse.

"Ehck-! A-ah..." A low choking sound followed by a sob was coming from another stall, almost trying to keep the noise as much as possible. You can also hear a rustle of grass, seemingly adjusting its position.

'....what the fuck' the voice in your head spoke up as you remain unmoving, not knowing what to do as those strange noises keep continuing. You carefully lift one of the sticks that's lying around the ground as you cautiously walk towards the source of the noise.

You hold the stick tightly as you peak from above, shocked, or maybe not, to see a person sitting on the ground, butt-naked with it's enormous dick standing in the air while spurting pre-cum.

You flinch in surprise as you move away, only to stumble in one of the shovels. It abruptly stands when you step at the tip, pushing you forward inside the stall. Making you facepalm to the ground.

"....!'

The man flocks in surprise when you fly unannounced side the stall he was resting at. Although he doesn't seem displeased but rather the opposite.

"D-descendant of Solomon....? You're here..." The man's voice was soft yet heavy, just like a silk rustling against the floor. You immediately stand up as you hastily grab the stick back and step away lightly. You brush your hair to the side as you take note of the man's appearance.

He had messy hair, one eye partially hidden, and a scar on their chest. Red horns struck from his back in awkward position.

This man looks intimidating if it weren't for the vulnerable position he was in. His body was rigid and his legs were shamelessly spread in front of you as he looked at you with a hint of desperation, he expected you to do something.

As much as you wanted to know the stranger's name, it was not the right time now, not when he looked like he expected you to just jump right to his dick like you will feel the same feeling just by seeing him hot and bothered. Your face scrunches up into even more disgust, this situation was just like the rest. Your hand unconsciously moves and swings the stick to his dick.

"Ehck-!" The men shriek upon feeling the harsh blow toward his sensitive appendage that sends enough wave of pleasure to his spine as his back arches, trying to meet more contact.

"A-ah... a descendant of Solomon- please do something-" his voice started to crack as his tears began to swell in his eyes. He tries to grind against the air as you pull the stick away.

"What- who- why-" your face started to irk in frustration as the nerves on your hand slowly became visible with how you tightly gripped the stick.

Before he can even answer, he flinches again when he feels another harsh sting from the blow of your stick. His movements became more frantic as the pain came crashing down at once. Paralysing him at a place where he didn't even notice that you had run past him to the outside of the stall.

This is the last time you're visiting the farm, atleast in hell

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Horni post📯

(Hoooorniiiii! And this is a good attempt! I'm not good with smut either to be perfectly honest. I'm not at the level that I'm satisfied with but all we can do is keep practicing. Anywaaaaaaays...)

In a way, you had already considered this farm to be a sacred place. Well, as sacred as anything can be considering this was Hell itself. Well, you suppose sacred shouldn't be the word. Perhaps private? Either way, the farm was a place where you didn't have to tense yourself up and ready your eyes to see the heavy libido infused culture that's present in all the places you've visited.

The farm was supposed to be a break from it all, and then this fucking wayward devil decided to ruin it all by jacking it right in the horse stables.

What was this freak even doing in there? Wait, do you really want to know? Do you actually care?

You know what, it doesn't matter. All you know is that this little piece of paradise was soiled by this stranger, and you want to make him bleed.

You didn't care to ask for his name when you snapped the stick right against the shaft. That vile, leaking dick bounced back against the devil's stomach. He arched his back but didn't retreat back even as an inflamed line rose from his skin. You struck again, right on that gaping little slit. A part of you wanted to shove that stick right down his urethra just so he stops making a disgusting mess.

"Get out," you'll be damned if you can't come back here, and you'll be damned if you let this whore stay, "Get out!"

You grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out. You didn't care for the gravel, didn't care if it made him bleed, you didn't even care for the hands digging into your wrist. You tossed him onto the grass and smacked his dick one more time for good measure. The stranger's hands tore into the grass as you broke skin. Clear pre and blood mixed and flowed down his legs.

He was trying to say something, probably begging but your anger has rushed too much blood into your ears. You don't care for what he wants.

You walked over and pressed the tip of the stick right over his uretha. That forced him to still and actually pay attention to you, his legs shaking.

"Leave and don't come back."

[chaotic-orphan]

Medieval Fantasy Fiction

The Prologue

Can someone please tell me why I love expositions in stories, meanwhile my billion other WIPs are in the dark throes of the middle of the story and does my brain work on them? No, instead it starts a new one for shits and giggles~

I need to stop starting new projects before I finish others, this is so toxic and self-indulgent… oh well~ the whump I have planned for this story is delicious 3:)

*~*~*~*~*

Puck woke with the sun, getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes as quietly as he could. His mother and sister were still sound asleep in their bed opposite his, his little brother still snoring softly in Puck’s bed. There was a chill in the early morning air that he hoped would pass by the time he reached the village.

He closed the door to the bedroom softly and stepped into the kitchen, starting the fire in the hearth so the house could warm up before the rest of his family woke. He struck the flint with his knife and after two tries the sparks caught the bundle of twigs in the hearth. He stood and went to grab the oats from the table which were severely depleted.

There wouldn’t be enough for everyone if he had breakfast. Though his stomach protested his decision, Puck grabbed his satchel and packed his knife and flint and walked into the cool morning air. Their cottage stood on top of the hill that overlooked the village, tucked away with a few other cottages on the small side.

He saw dark hair ahead of him and ran to catch up with Marlyn. “Good morning, Marlyn.”

The dark haired girl turned her head, a smile on her face as she said: “Morning. I thought you were sleeping in today.”

“Me? Never, don’t want Arne to give out to me more than usual.” Puck told her, glancing at the game on Marlyn’s back. “Do you want any help carrying them?”

Marlyn smiled sweetly. “If you don’t mind. I don’t know what the birds are eating this year,” she said, handing him a length of rope with dead pigeons that he threw around his neck. “But they’re getting heavier and heavier.”

“The harvest is almost over,” said Puck, his breath reflecting off the air as they resumed walking. “They’re getting ready to fly away.”

“Well, not these ones,” said Marlyn with a wide grin. Puck laughed.

“I wouldn’t want to be a bird around you.”

“You have a much bigger target on your back, Puck,” she replied teasingly.

“Remind me to bring you flowers tomorrow,” said Puck and Marlyn laughed. He liked the way she laughed. It was such an unreserved action, throwing her head back to get more sound out of her voice. Her dark hair falling over her shoulder and revealing her throat.

Puck swallowed and forced his eyes forward as they continued on down, certain that he would marry her one day, Gods willing.

The village was already abuzz with atmosphere and life. Farmer Gruff was leading his cows to the grazing fields, cow manure following the herd as he yelled at them to walk, his two sons acting as trail markers for the cows to follow.

“How’re ye?” Gruff asked, a stalk of wheat between his teeth. “Mmm Marlyn. Any pheasants?”

“Of course, Mr Gruff.”

“Ah you’re a special lass. I wish my boys were half the hun’er you are, miss.”

“You’re too kind, Mr Gruff. I’ll leave a pheasant aside for you.”

“Sure aren’t ya just blessed by the sun itself.”

He smacked a cow on its hind leg and continued on. Marlyn smiled her mischievous smile at Puck and he flashed her a grin. Most of the village knew that Marlyn was the hunter in her family, not her father. Though she still sold them at her stall under her father’s name because women weren’t supposed to be hunters. Her father was far too interested in books and accounting to be a decent hunter.

Marlyn had once said she would never trust a man’s opinion with callous-free-fingers. Puck grinned as he tightened his hand to a fist and felt the coarse flesh from apprenticing under the local blacksmith. They stopped in the middle of the market, Puck helping Marlyn set up her stall for the day. The local butcher stopped by to tell her again she should sell to him, keep the meat more fresh in his shop.

“You’d need to buy at a merchant price,” Marlyn told him sweetly with her disarming, pretty smile. “And pay me a wage, otherwise I’d be losing out.”

“Hmph,” the butcher said, looking between the two teens. “I will ask your father about this arrangement then shall I?”

“You can try,” Marlyn replied easily, her smile turning razor sharp. “Though I must remind you that he does do the books of half the businesses here. So I didn’t get my business knowledge from nowhere.”

Puck couldn’t help the smile he tried to hide from Butcher. Butcher scoffed at him. “You have no right to smile, boy. I’m surprised your family is still four strong. You never buy meat.”

Puck’s smile grew strained.

“He gets the friends and family discount from me,” Marlyn cut in sharply, slamming her hand on the stall counter. “And if I were you, Butcher, I’d treat him a little better. Or I can open up a rival butcher’s and we can see who gets better business.”

“Easy to see your father never taught you manners, girl.”

“Maybe if you were someone worth being mannerly towards, Butcher. Now, please. Get lost.” Butcher stuck his nose in the air and left them with a haughty step.

Marlyn turned to Puck who was already fixing his satchel and ready to leave. “Meet you back here at day’s end?”

“Of course.”

“Great. Have a good day.”

Puck wound through the chickens that a couple of kids were chasing through the patchy cobbled streets and went down towards the seafront, where the bakery and the blacksmith shops were. The best place for water in case there was ever a fire that broke out.

Puck could smell the bread being baked and his stomach growled as he passed the bakery and ascended the little steps to the blacksmith's forge. Mr Arne was inside, leather apron adorned, smoking a cigarette. His clever grey eyes studied Puck as he came in, taking in his slender yet lean physique as he hung his bag and adorned his own apron.

“Did you eat boy?” Mr Arne asked, voice as coarse as coal from smoking like the blacksmith’s chimney for his entire life.

“Hmm?” Puck asked, pretending not to hear the man.

“I said did ye eat, boy?” Mr Arne asked, getting to his feet and walking over to the teen. Unlike Puck, Mr Arne was built as broad as two men, and a good head taller than most. His arms were covered in thick black hair and tattoos from his black clan days that everybody in town was too scared to mention. Besides, Mr Arne was the best blacksmith on this side of the river, and brought a lot of business to the village. If he were to up and leave the village would suffer. “Look at ye, when I was your age I was as big as a boulder. You are strong but skinny, that hunter girl has more meat on her.”

Puck shot him a look, but he couldn’t really argue with the man. Mr Arne wasn’t from around here, so when he said “Hunter” it sounded more like “huntore”, his e’s like o’s.

“You’re just trying to fatten me up like a pig,” Puck said with a wave, shovelling some coal into the furnace.

“If I wanted pig, I would employ animal,” said Mr Arne with a little shrug, as if this was the most logical thing in the world. “I want boy with strong shoulders and good workmanship.”

Puck shot Arne a dazzling smile. “I’m your man.”

“No. Puny.” Mr Arne said and dropped his cigarette to the stone floor, stomping it out. He promptly left the forge and Puck continued with setting up for the day. They had an order from Farmer Gruff for some new hoes and sickles since the Harvest moon was almost upon them.

Mr Arne returned when the bustling in the marketplace was starting to get busy, no longer just merchants and workers, the customers had arisen. Puck was waiting for the metal to smelt, practicing his swings on Mr Arne’s old sword. It was a beautiful piece, never rusting, Mr Arne took care of his blades. When he spotted Puck eyeing the sword, Mr Arne had taught him a few moves for Puck to practice.

After Puck had trained the moves, getting his muscles used to the weight of the blade and the stances, Mr Arne had ordered the local carpenter to make two practice swords to spare with whenever they had free time. Puck preferred to practice with the real thing every now and then though. To remember the weight and feel and power.

Mr Arne brought with him the smell of sizzled meat, sausages and bacon and eggs, and the smell of soft, freshly baked bread.

“Hmph,” he said to Puck, stopping in the doorway and assessing the boy’s form. “Elbow higher, there’s a good lad.”

Puck obeyed and grinned at the praise before putting the sword back on the wall and standing to attention. Mr Arne walked past him and set the food on the table Puck had found him at.

“Sit. Eat. I don’t need weak boy. Muscles must be fed properly.”

“I already ate,” Puck said, hiding the flush in his cheeks.

Mr Arne stood over Puck, his wide face looming over him. A pair of thick bushy eyebrows raised causing creases in the man’s large forehead. “I have no need for liars, either. Sit. Eat. Or I feed it to the dogs.”

Puck knew better than to refuse man twice and when he sat down at the table, the first taste of the salty meat was divine, as if the Gods had made it themselves.

“Thank you.” Puck said. If Mr Arne heard him he didn’t reply. Instead the burly man whistled a foreign tune as he started forging the molten metal into a sickle mould and went about working.

The day was long, and by the midday Puck was tired. His muscles sore from hard work, sweat clinging to his face like a thin layer of second skin. He didn’t see the soldiers arrive until one was in the forge, grabbing him by the elbow and dragging him out. Mr Arne was out, having a cigarette behind the forge so he couldn’t stop the soldiers as they rounded up everyone into the square.

A tall man dressed in black sat atop a black stallion, overlooking everyone in the village. Puck found Marlyn quickly, asking her what was happening. She told him that the soldiers were sent by the King for something.

“Sorry to interrupt your market day,” the man on the horse said with a smile that showed he was anything but sorry. “I call on you from urgent business from the King.”

The man paused, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. He was a strange looking man, handsome and built, but a strangeness pervaded him that Puck couldn’t quite put his fingers on.

“Yeah?” One of the villagers asked. “What is it?”

Puck was interested to know too, but the man paused as if to create suspense that was lost on the villagers. Marlyn leaned into Puck and said: “I bet they want more soldiers for the war.”

“More than likely.”

“Of course. The King has noticed that in the outer regions there has been a lack of proper law and order. He has been informed that some outskirt villages still worship the old gods, and should be brought up to speed on his majesty’s rules.”

“Why does the King give a fuck?” Another villager asked. “We’re just trying to survive and make a living out here.”

The man’s smile was wan. “Yes, well. The King has appointed new generals to oversee the transition and reinforcements of his laws.”

Puck saw Mr Arne emerge from the forge, leaning against the wall of it, another lit cigarette between his teeth. “When will this general arrive?” Mr Arne asked.

There was a murmur when the man on the horse turned his attention to Mr Arne. The man’s smile turned sweeter, trying to turn on the charm.

“I am that General, good man,” said the General.

Mr Arne inclined his head. “You are the General?”

“Yes,” the man replied, like it was an obvious fact.

“Are you sure?”

Puck laughed as the general fought to keep his expression neutral. “I have a signed order by the King, good man.”

“To change our laws?”

“Not at all. Just to ensure that the King’s laws are followed.”

“Which includes changing our gods?” The previous villager asked.

The general raised his hands, placatingly. “I understand it is a lot to take in, but things won’t change overnight. I am here to ensure that all the changes happen smoothly.”

“Is that why your men have swords and crossbows?” Mr Arne inquired with his thick, knowing accent.

The General plastered on a wide, charming smile, looking over every villager with a pleasant expression. “I’m sure we will all work together to bring about this change. It isn’t a hard task your King asks of you, all you have to do is obey and all will be well.”

Before Mr Arne could reply the general clapped his hands together. “Now, my men and I have travelled far and are road weary. We will set up in the Manor house as has been arranged by his majesty. Please, continue with your days. That will be all.”

The crowd dispersed, muttering between themselves. Puck looked at Marlyn who had a tightness to her face. “I don’t like him,” she told Puck. “There’s something not right with him.”

“It’s fine, Mr Arne put him in his place.” Puck said with a small laugh. Marlyn turned to him, her limbs tense.

“It’s easy for you to say! You’re not a woman who breaks the King’s laws everytime you hunt.” Puck’s eyebrows pinched together, opening his mouth to speak, but Marlyn spoke before he could. “Not to mention the tariffs we’ll have to pay to ensure that the General and his men are well fed while they lounge about in the Manor.”

“Hey,” Puck said, grabbing Marlyn’s wrist and holding her palm to his heart. Marlyn softened, her cheeks growing rosy with a blush. “You’re smarter than him. Nobody will rat you out. As far as the general knows, you sell what your father catches. You have nothing to worry about. Under the king’s laws women can be merchants.”

“Or is that just our customs?” Marlyn demanded, her eyes flashing a mix of desperation and anger. Maybe Puck shouldn’t be promising things that he didn’t really understand, but he used to make deliveries with his father in other villages where women merchants were allowed so he just assumed…

“I don’t think it matters who sells goods, Marly. Really.”

“You don’t know.”

Puck set his mouth into a thin line. “No. I don’t.”

Marlyn sighed. Puck rubbed circles over the back of her hand, and Marlyn stepped closer, her face flushing. “You shouldn’t do that in front of the entire village.”

Puck flashed her his charming smile. “Why not?”

“You know why,” Marlyn said with a smile of her own, retracting her hand gently. “Go back to work already.”

“I love it when you’re bossy.”

She shoved him playfully on the shoulder. “Go!”

Puck held his hands up in surrender, already walking backwards towards the forge, not taking his eyes off her. “I’m going.”

Marlyn rolled her eyes, shaking her head before turning back to her own stall across the square. Puck’s smile widened as he turned and walked up the steps of the forge and into the building.

Mr Arne was staring out the window, up the hill where the soldiers disappeared to. “Kingsmen are never good,” Mr Arne grumbled.

“You seemed to handle them just fine,” Puck replied, grabbing the liquid metal from the furnace and setting about work.

Mr Arne hummed disapprovingly. “Hmm. We better keep our heads down, Puck.”

“You can’t seriously be scared of—” Puck began but faltered. His eyes flicking to Arne who was looking over his shoulder at Puck with a grave expression on his face. “But you’re not afraid of anyone.”

“All brave men are afraid,” Arne said with a humph. “And all smart men are cautious. If those kingsmen discover my past—”

“They won’t,” Puck said quickly. Was he the only one in this village that believed there were like one big family? That they were neighbours? And neighbours don’t turn on neighbours. Maybe he was being naive. Maybe Marlyn and Mr Arne saw something that Puck couldn’t, or maybe they were the paranoid ones.

Mr Arne puffed out his chest, looking back out the window. “I hope you’re right, Puck. Gods help us if you’re not.”

[gazs-blue-hat]

Sunflowers and Shotguns

This is a series of onehshots inspired by the lovely AUs written by @ghouljams

All of the boys from 141 will have their own love interests with their own little nicknames!

This first one is about our resident Scot Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Enjoy!

TW: Guns, Livestock, Leg prosthetics, Mild cursing (LMK if I missed any)

Summary: After Chicago, the team needed to lay low. Laswell had just the place

FMC is a Rancher living in the US (Tennessee exactly). Called "Lamb"

After the whole situation in Chicago, the group decided to lay low for a bit. Unfortunately for them, launching a missile in downtown Chicago tends to draw a lot of attention. After meeting at the bar with Laswell, the group turned to her to find them a place to stay until things blew over and for their enemies to come crawling out of the woodwork. As they all sat at the bar looking at the photo of Makarov, a heavy weight sat on their shoulders,

"We need a place to lay low for a while. Just until everything cools off after this whole mess." Price grumbled. Beside him, Laswell nodded and took a deep breath.

"I can make some calls and ask around. I think it would be best to keep you in the States for a while. I have a friend down in Tennessee who might be accommodating, but she can be…feisty." Laswell said while pulling out her phone and typing in a phone number.

She held her phone up to her ear but whoever was on the opposite line didn't pick up. Laswell left a short message stating what had happened and what was needed.

"And your friend will just…let us stay with them?" Gaz said after she hung up. Kate sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"She's a kind person but a little abrasive at first. So long as you help her out around her property, she'll take a shine to you." Kate said with a tired smile on her face. Seeing that there was no other option for them, the team agreed.

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Laswell met the boys at the airport in Tennessee driving an old beat-up SUV.

"Get in quickly. It's a long drive to our destination." She said while leaning out the window. 141 hopped in the van and proceeded to watch the city fade into greenery as they left the metropolitan area.

"Your friend, she's a farmer right?" Price said while looking up from his book. Lazwell nodded and took a drag of her cigarette. She seemed nervous, more so than usual.

"She mostly raises livestock. She lives in a very small town with only 500 people." Lazwell explained. Behind her, Soap snickered.

"I wouldn't call a place with 500 people a 'Town' Lazwell." He said with a snicker. She glared at him from the rearview.

"Don't tell her that. She'd shoot you for saying so." She said with a frown on her face. Soap furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Ghost.

"Don't think she liked that joke, Johnny." Ghost said, nudging the Scot in a rare display of friendship.

The rest of the car ride was silent as they drove deep into the hills of Tennessee and it was only broken when Laswell turned down a long dirt road that jerked the car with bumps and potholes.

"Steamin' Jesus Lazwell! You're worse than Ghost!" Johnny said while reaching up to grab the 'Oh Shit' handle on the ceiling of the car. Gaz snickered but did the same thing.

The forested path gave way to a large open field surrounded by a white wooden fence. Laswell slowed the car down to go over the cattleguard and the men in the back looked about at the property they would be staying on.

The fields weren't huge and they led into forest all around it. It was rather secluded and would be the perfect place for team 141 to lay low. Little groups of sheep dotted the landscape as they grazed.

They passed by a group of chickens who scattered at the sound of the car. Two large dairy cows munched on the grass beside the road and only blinked at the large SUV passing by them.

"Alright boys. Remember, as long as you help out around the place, she'll let you stay. No fussing about her rules and habits and for the love of God, don't stare at her leg." She said while pulling up to the front of the small farmhouse at the back of the property.

A secondary small white fence separated the small garden and house from the main space of the farm. Gaz looked up from his Nintendo DS and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Her leg?" he asked. Lazwell looked at him from the rearview.

"Yes. She's got a prosthetic and she isn't fond of talking about how she lost it." She explained. Gaz nodded, his curiosity satisfied. Soap couldn't help but wonder how a farmer worked with just one leg. It sounded incredibly uncomfortable to have to walk around on a metal leg all day. All of the people he knew with prosthetics often mentioned how difficult it was after a long day.

Everybody got out of the car and began reaching for their bags, only to hear the telltale sound of a shotgun being cocked.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land." A feminine voice with a slight growl said from behind them.

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You had just finished feeding the goats when you heard the sound of a car rolling over the cattle grate at the front of your farm. There was only one way into the farm by vehicle and your truck was tucked safely in her garage.

Making your way back to the main house, you swung inside and grabbed the shotgun that sat by the door. Peeking out the window by the front door, you could see four large men and one woman getting out of the rusted car. You couldn't quite see the woman's face but the man wearing a mask with a skull on it was enough reason for concern.

You silently swung the door open and watched as they began to unload large bags with various military patches on them. Exiting your home, you cocked your shotgun and leveled it at the tallest one's back.

"Gimme one good reason why you're standin' on my land," you growled. The woman turned around and you almost dropped your gun in surprise.

"Well, I'll be damned. Kate Laswell in the flesh. What on Earth happened that caused you to come crawling out here of all places." You said while lowering the shotgun and balancing it on your hip. Kate smiled and looked at the men around her.

"Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N) your hostess. (Y/N), These are the members of Task Force 141 and they will be staying here for a while." Kate said while gesturing to the group. Price stepped forward and extended his hand out for you to shake.

"John Price Ma'am. Thank you for your hospitality." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and smiled at him kindly.

"Glad to be of service. Sorry for the starting hostility, never can be too careful out here." You say while looking over the other members of the team. There was one with a darker complexion and a baseball cap on his head. Price introduced him as Kyle.

"Ah, you can just call me Gaz miss." He said while shaking your hand. Price gestured over at the tallest one who scowled at you from under his mask. He didn't make you exactly uncomfortable but he gave you cause to be wary. He was introduced as "Ghost" and nothing else.

The last member of the team smiled at you and you couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in your breath. He was…cute, you decided. His hair was cut in a mohawk and he offered you a brilliant smile.

"John Mactavish Ma'am. Call me Johnny or Soap." He said while shaking your hand. You nodded and looked back at Kate.

"I assume these are the gentlemen you were mentioning on the phone?" You asked her. She nodded and made her way up the stairs to give you a hug. You and Kate had known one another for a while now, and you always tried to help her out whenever she needed it.

"Nice to see you, Kate. Your wife well?" You ask while opening the front door and gesturing for everybody to come in.

The house was simple enough. Two guest rooms with bathrooms and a large kitchen connected to a living room. There was only one floor of the house with a connected storm cellar outside. It was homey enough with soft furniture and various trinkets strewn about.

"Alright men. There are two guest rooms down that hallway. I wish I had a bit more space for you guys but…"

You were cut off by Price as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"Don't worry miss (Y/N). We're used to sharing spaces." He reassured. You scoffed and waved your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"Please, call me 'Lamb' Everybody else does around here," you explain with a kind smile on your face.

As you and Laswell caught up with one another, the team went to the described rooms. Ghost claimed one of the rooms and his team gave him space. Simon preferred to be alone when given the choice and his team respected that. Price took the other bedroom and while he offered to share, Johnny and Gaz were both more than happy to share the seating in the living room. Soap took the recliner and Gaz took the couch.

Kate soon left the group to their own devices, swearing that she would be back once things were in the clear. You gathered everybody up in the main room to lay down a few ground rules.

"You four will be welcome to stay for as long as you need, but only if you help out around the farm. I've got some goats, chickens, sheep, and cows that need to be taken care of and obviously, it takes me a while to do it all." You say as you gesture to your prosthetic. The men nodded, listening intently.

"Breakfast is at 0600 sharp, lunch is at noon and Dinner is at 1800. if you have any dietary restrictions, please write them down on the whiteboard next to the fridge. There are extra blankets in the linen closet and anything in the pantry or fridge is fair game so long as you clean up after yourself." You say while looking at the four men before you. They looked tired and you couldn't help but feel sorry for their situation.

"I've got pretty much any streaming service on the TV so go crazy with that. Just don't keep the volume too loud. You're my guests first and foremost so I'll do my best to keep you all comfortable. I hope you enjoy your time here." You finish up and head to the kitchen to start on dinner.

"One other thing, you can go anywhere on the property so long as you stay away from two places. One, the office, please don't go in there unless you ask me first and under no circumstances are you to go into the western barn." You say in a stern voice. Your statements are responded to with various "Yes Ma'am's " and "Aye"s.

You could already tell this would be an interesting few weeks

[norinenglish]

Stardew Rancher AU - Quest: Introductions 2

Meeting BDubs

Bdubs has to be Marnie. There's no other possibilities.

Read below the cut. This takes place immediately after "Getting Started". Don’t hesitate to request things about this au!

>> Part One | Next Part

Once Jimmy is done for the day, he decides to take Grian’s advice on exploring the town. He starts with his own land. He goes south of his house and the small field he made, observing the terrain. There are 3 ponds total, varying in size, and what looks like different kinds of trees. He’s not familiar enough with them to be able to name them. Moving around is a bit of a challenge with all the wood and rocks that are everywhere but clearing them will have to wait another day. 

At some point, he sees the fences that border his land and a small opening leading down to a forest. A few steps in, he starts to hear the moos of cows. Following them leads him to a big building which, frankly, is more deserving of the name “ranch” than his own farm. He can see silos on the side and a fenced pasture with several animals. Mostly cows and horses, though.

Jimmy gets close to it and the brown cow who was grazing next to the fence raises her head curiously at him. 

“Hi, you,” Jimmy says, offering his hand like you would to a cat. 

The cow bumps her head against his palm and he laughs as he starts to pet her.

There’s a sign next to the door. It says “The Stable | open 9 am - 4 pm.” His watch tells him he’s five minutes before opening time. 

What? It’s barely nine? he tells himself. It feels like a full day has passed already, with how tired he is. But that’s a given, really, since he’s not used to this type of physical labour. 

He decides to wait here. It’s nice. The cow’s fur is soft and warm under his hand and the rising sun is shining upon him. There’s a pleasant breeze, brustling the leaves. Even the scent of animals won’t bother him. 

“You know,” he tells the bovine, “I think it’s the first time I’ve ever petted a cow.” 

She flics an ear, undisturbed, and pressed subtly against the fence. He wonders what her name is. 

A few minutes later, he decides to push the door of the Stable and see what’s inside this house/shop before he loses his nerves. He looks around, feeling like Alice in Wonderland. The building, in hindsight, is incredibly normal. But it’s warm. There are plants around, a homily light reflecting on the half-wood half-wallpaper walls. 

Right in front of him, there’s a counter with a cash register – so this is definitely a shop. 

“Hello?” he calls out, wondering why no one’s there. 

Did he get his time wrong? 

“Yes, yes, I’m coming! Etho, what are you doing awake already-”

A short man bursts out behind a curtain separating the main room from probably another part of the house. He’s wearing a green apron and holding a knife in one hand and an onion in the other. 

“You’re not Etho.”

Jimmy gets flustered under that blank stare. He clears his throat and gestures awkwardly behind himself. “I’m sorry, the sign on the door said it was open- uh. I’m- I’m Jimmy. I just moved in.”

The man recovers quickly. “Ah, yes Mayor Grian told me you just arrived,” he proclaims, putting the onion and the knife down, reaching out for a handshake. 

Jimmy had always thought ‘proclaiming’ was just a word people used in books to avoid using ‘saying’ and that it didn’t really mean something different. But listening to this booming voice, he realises he was wrong.  

“I'm BDoubleO!” the man continues, squeezing his hand firmly but not painfully. “ I sell livestock and animal care products at my Stable. You’re free to swing by any time, during opening hours of course.”

“Oh so this is a shop,” Jimmy says a bit stupidly. He doesn’t have anything smart to say, but at least he feels less guilty about barging in. 

“Yes. You will need to have proper infrastructure to receive the animals, though. And, from what I’ve seen, you live in a shack.” BDoubleO pauses and eyes Jimmy. “Do you even have a kitchen?”

Jimmy’s first instinct is to open his mouth and defend his lamentable shack’s honour. He’s used to the passive-aggressive attitude of people of the city, of comments that feel like needles trying to tear him apart, so that his natural reaction. 

He takes in a breath - forcing himself to take a figurative step back from the defensiveness he feels. BDoubleO’s inquiry seemed genuine. Probably. He hopes. 

“I don’t,” Jimmy says because that’s the truth and he raises his chin defiantly, bracing himself for contempt of pity. 

Instead, the other man just picks up the items he had set on the counter and asks, “Have you eaten breakfast, then?” 

Jimmy blinks. “No?”

 He hates how it sounded like a question but he’s just taken aback. 

“And you’ve been working on your farm since when?”

“Uh, I woke up at 6?”

“You must be famished. Come on in.”

“What?” Jimmy asks, dumbly. His brain can’t catch on to what’s happening. 

BDoubleO goes back towards the room he came out of. As his arm raises the half-curtain, he stops. 

“Well, don’t wait there, follow me.”

The imperious tone triggers Jimmy’s automatic obedience, as a result of all his years in the corporate world. He numbly follows the man into a kitchen and sits at the table when he hears the command. He feels a bit out of place, just sitting there, but BDoubleO’s chatter about fresh organic eggs as he makes an omelette with potatoes, ham and onions doesn’t really need his active participation. 

“It’s a lot, living here,” he says when he puts a plate down in front of Jimmy, “but you’ll probably do great.” 

They start eating. The food is simple but somehow, it tastes better than anything Jimmy has ever eaten. And he doesn’t even like omelette all that much.  

“This is good,” he says. 

Gosh, can you be any more rude? He chides himself. He just inhaled his plate of food in what feels like one munch. 

BDoubleO just beams, though, accepting the lame compliment.

“Thank you! It’s all fresh eggs from my lovelies. Think about it when you wanna extend your farming operation.” He hums pensively then.“But you’re not there yet, are you now? First, you need seeds. You should get to Trader Scar for that. Follow the river to the east until you get to the houses. Then it’s at the north of the town square. You can’t miss the huge name sign. Always had a sense of flare, Scar. He’ll probably give you good deals. The saloon not far from it will provide you with hot  meals while you don’t have a kitchen.” 

Here it is again. How can people be so generous here when there’s nothing they can get out of it. Jimmy’s been welcomed, fed and advised just like that. 

“Thank you.” 

Jimmy leaves soon after that, his stomach warm from the food and everything else.