Grooming Stalls

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Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean
Warnings- None
Word Count- 1,123
Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas.
A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.

Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.

You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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It starts…

Possibly the one thing that I truly regret about rabbits: their fur is weightless and drifty and infinite and IMPOSSIBLE TO GET OUT OF YOUR EYE OH GOD IT’S IN MY MOUTH TOO

A woman at the grooming stall at Bunfest recommended I try using a Furminator to manage Delilah’s constant shedding, and it’s worked quite well. (Also, after a good brush she becomes even more absurdly soft, it’s insane.)

But against the Armageddon of Spring Shedding?

All is lost! Retreat for your lives!

(Yes, that is a bunny bowl, entirely full of loose bunny fur. Soon we shall have enough to build an entirely new rabbit.)


See more about pudgy princess Delilah!

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Questions, comments, suggestions, or generalized squee'ing? Rabbits love attention!

The Farmer’s Daughter

A/N: First off, let me just say T H A N K Y O U! I mean, holy balls! Over 100 notes on the first chapter! :D You guys are amazing! I got quite a few nice comments, and I read all of y’all’s tags and I’m so happy you all are liking it so far!

This chapter was a lot of fun to write, and I hope y’all like it as much as I do :)

Creds to the lovely @not-just-any-fangirl for editing

Chapter Two: Dance With The Devil

Summary: Natsu Dragneel was just trying to find work in a world full of stuck-up people when he met Lucy Heartfilia at his new weird job as a ranch hand for pyrotisserie and undead devil goats. But if he thought the animals were weird, why was the farmer’s daughter so bright? No really, she’s glowing.

Rating: T

Pairings: NALU 

Being a morning person never really bothered Natsu. He treasured those rare sunrises where he woke up early enough to watch the sky bleed red and then quickly begin to blush a light pink.

He knew Jude said that he didn’t have to be there until 8, but his natural curiosity and the weirdness of the place made him get there early to do some investigating.

He had already answered one of the many questions floating around in his brain this morning when he drove through the front gates.

When did the smell start?

The second Natsu had driven over the threshold, the smell was there. It was immediate, like a sudden downpour of rain from seemingly innocent gray clouds. There was no warning, no gradual increase or build up to it.

Natsu reversed past the wooden fence out back onto the dirt road.

…Nothing. Not even a wiff.

He pulled forward.

Star dust, meteors, shooting stars. He could smell it all.

So it was, literally, just the ranch that smelled like the stars, not even the area outside the perimeter…Interesting.

Natsu pulled his red pick up truck to the barn and hopped out to where Capricorn was already standing at the door waiting for him.

Well there went his investigating time. How did he know he was coming early?

“Good morning Mr. Dragneel,” Capricorn greeted smoothly.

“Mornin’ Cap!” Natsu replied cheerfully. “What’s up?”

“‘What is up’ is that you’ll be working with the goats today.” Capricorn said.

“Cool! Are they weird like the other animals on that chart too?” Natsu asked.

Capricorn’s lips twitched slightly before answering. “Not particularly, just be gentle with them. They’re quite fragile, but if you agitate them too much, they have the temper of a devil.” Apparently that last part was some type of a joke because Capricorn actually chuckled a bit before covering it up with a cough.

Natsu was worried. He didn’t usually do gentle. At all. He was actually well known for his destructive tendencies. Especially for things with explosions, or anything with fire. But he had to do this. If he went back to Fairy Tail fired on the first day, Erza would “castrate him and then nail his testicles on her trophy wall in her bedroom” as she so sweetly put it. But it wasn’t even the thought of losing his family jewels that had Natsu so antsy.

It was Gray.

That ice bastard. Natsu had come back early from a job before for being fired for, completely accidental, destruction of property. Seriously, the guy had wanted Natsu to grill a bunch of steaks for his party that he was having later, and Makarov thought it was innocent enough for him to handle, but the man didn’t say how he wanted them cooked. So Natsu burnt them to the consistency of charcoal- because how else would you eat a steak?- and thought that he could get them all done with a simple fire dragon’s roar. What Natsu didn’t count on though was the field of dry grass getting burnt as well…and half of the guy’s house. Gray had mocked the shit out of him for it, which led to their usual daily brawls, which brought the destruction of half of the building.

Cana and Mira had beaten the hell out them for destroying the bar. Mira because that was her work station, and Cana because they broke “the good stuff” that was behind the counter. And then of course Erza had banged their heads together giving them both mild concussions, demanding that they immediately start on repairs.

He would not be put through that again.

“Sure, Cap. Not a problem,” Natsu assured him.

‘I can do this, I can do this’ Natsu chanted through his brain as he walked to the barn to look at the chart for the instructions on the goats.

Nothing too difficult, cleaning out the stalls, grooming, making sure they get their daily dose of flesh…

Wait what?

Natsu checked that last part again. Yup, raw, unseasoned flesh. He was supposed to fill a whole trough full of it. Well whatever floats their boats.

He walked over to the feed room. And at the very end was a locked closet with a sign that said:



Natsu did not doubt that she would.

Upon unlocking and opening the door, the most foul stench Natsu ever had the displeasure of smelling wafted into his sensitive nostrils.

Shelves full of rotten flesh were stacked up before him. Natsu could usually depict whether the scent is mammal or human, but the smell was so profuse there was no way he would be able to. He couldn’t tell by looking at it either. It was all mushed up together in browns and pinks.

Trying to keep the dozen pancakes down he had this morning, Natsu put on some gloves and was trying to figure out if he should breathe through his nose or his mouth. Neither was appealing so he just tried to hold his breath.

Natsu quickly grabbed a shovel and dumped a bunch of the meat into a wheelbarrow to take outside. He swiftly ran outside to the pen filled with the goats to find the trough.

He was in so much of a hurry that he didn’t notice the goat in his path until he sent it flying in front of him.

Oh shit.

“Oh god, shit, shit, shit, fuck me. I’m dead. This is it. My life is over. The Dragneel’s are over. Forgive me Igneel.” Natsu was frantic. He ran over to the goat only to see it laying down unmoving with it’s neck at an odd angle.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry little guy, oh my god.” Natsu got up and started pacing back and forth.

“Uh hey Jude,” Natsu mumbled to himself, “so I kinda killed one of your goats on accident by plowing it over. I’m really sorry, please don’t fire me ‘cause I really don’t want to lose my ba-”


What…the actual…fuck.

Natsu slowly turned around to see the goat that was dead mere seconds ago standing up and snapping it’s neck back into place.

“Holy-you just-fuck my ass you just came back to life!” Natsu exclaimed. The little goat with horns slightly longer and spikier than normal simply stood still and looked at him.

“That was coolest thing I’ve ever seen! You’re such a-OW!” Faster than Natsu would think possible, the goat bolted forward and rammed its head into Natsu’s legs.

“What the hell man!? I said I was sorry! SHIT! Would you stop?!“ The goat continued to chase Natsu around the pen, attempting to keep ramming him in the process. It looked like Natsu was doing a strange dance in the distance. He not only had to dodge the little devil’s attacks, he had to swerve around the other goats that were just standing around.

A light giggle a ways off alerted Natsu that he was not alone with the animals. He quickly snapped his head up just in time to see a pair of big, chocolate brown eyes looking right at him before they disappeared into the forest the person was hiding in.

But in that moment of hesitation, the goat that was ever pursuing him took the opportunity to slam Natsu right into the waiting wheelbarrow of flesh that had yet to be poured in the trough.

Fucking hell…

Leo and Scorpio couldn’t stop laughing.

When Natsu came into the house later on in the evening covered in dirt and smelling like the apocalypse, they knew exactly what happened.

“You killed one of the goats didn’t you.” Leo dead panned. It wasn’t even a question.

“I…yeah. I did.” Natsu admitted sheepishly.

“Dude, that goat gave you hell.” Scorpio laughed out.

“That little shit is Lucifer himself,“ Natsu muttered angrily, "I wouldn’t have taken this long if the thing would have just left me alone!”

“I warned you about their temper Mr. Dragneel."Capricorn said.

"Yeah, yeah,” Natsu gave him a dismissive wave of the hand, “I’m gonna go take a show-”


It turned out that Natsu didn’t have to take a shower. Aquarius had washed him out of the house and out onto the dirt road, leaving him looking like a wet dog. She wouldn’t let him back inside to properly wash off either, so Natsu just headed back to his truck.

He didn’t see the golden hair flowing out behind the trees when he left.

anonymous asked:

What is the A circuit like?

I’ll just address every misconception.

How the day goes: If you’re in the first class, you wake up at 5am and get to the show at 6. From 7-8am, you hack your horse. At 9, you walk your course and put your name in for your class’s order. At 10:30, you get back on your horse and warm up. By 11, you’ve done your class. If you don’t have another class, you can hang out at the show, do some shopping, and then go for another hack around 4pm. My trainer likes us to ride our horses a lot/walk them around to keep them from getting too stocked up in their stalls.

Grooms: My barn has a few grooms that come with us show-to-show. They do not tack up our horses (unless we are busy at another ring on a different horse). They do not groom our horses. The only thing they do is feed our horses, water our horses, clean our horse’s stall, and clip our horses if they need it. They’ll help us give our horse’s baths if we ask.

Parties: Rarely do you party because after a day of showing, you’re really just too tired to do anything. There are exhibitors parties and you can go out with friends, but no one does that every day. If you’re a serious competitor, you spend more time riding and less time partying.

Riders: Yes, it costs a lot to show the circuit, but the whole “rich snob a circuit rider” image is a hoax. Are there stuck up riders? Yes, but there are far more nice riders. People who ride on the circuit don’t make fun of others if they don’t wear Tailored Sportsman or have custom Der Dau boots. The only thing they’re picky about is helmets, but it’s not like they’re going to be mean about it. Riders don’t flaunt their money around or brag. They’re at the show to ride. They’re too busy focussing on their own image to worry about yours (unless you’re about to beat them).

Horses: Yes, the horses are “nicer”, but no one is saying that if you work with your horse, it can’t be “nice” too. No horse/rider team is unbeatable.

I think those are most of the big misconceptions. Let me know if you have any other questions :)


It’s my 5 year anniversary with Mary! I can’t believe it’s been 5 years it seems like just a year ago I got her lol. But I couldn’t be more thankful for this horse, I’m so glad shes mine. I remember the day I got to go see her, and go in stall and groom her. The whole time she kept getting in my hair, and face (She still does) but something just clicked with us. Everyone kept saying don’t get her, she isn’t right for me. They were right, she wasn’t ‘right’ she was perfect for me. 

The ride was never easy, getting her to the barn was stressful, she got sick, then a bit later on she went lame. Got sick who knows how many times, weight problems, got cuts, teeth problems etc. Shes been through a lot, proud to say we made it this far. Were still going through some things with weight lost, not sure what happened. She also ended up getting colic yesterday shes better to do thank god. But lately it’s been hard staying positive through all this, I’m scared of losing her. Seeing everything she went through made me realize how strong she is, she got through colic who knows how many times, teeth problems, lameness, cuts (deep cuts), back problems, etc then she can get through anything. Shes a true fighter, shes always been there for me, now its time for me to be there for her.

Really I should thank her for everything she did for me, if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have these amazing opportunities. She always reminded me what I wanted most, she would test me, push my limits, if it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be able to gallop these other horses. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t be the rider I am today, she taught me a lot. Shes always been there for me, specially on days when it wasn’t all just rainbow, and unicorns. Everytime I cried in front of her, she would stick her nose in my face, and hair. She wouldn’t stop until I laugh. I love her so much, I don’t know where I would be without her<3