#Lil man be strugglin

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hmmm 21 for you and 30 for your lil vampire guy?

This was buried in the bottom of my inbox from an ask meme I did years ago so I'm just gonna answer two random ones from this post, about Aedes 😭💀

Does your character have a human height equivalent? (Ex. How tall would they all be if they were the same size?)

Aedes is a surprisingly tall man. I've gone back and forth between 6'1 to 6'4 over the years but I love the idea of him when "human sized" still being a bit abnormal/out of place.

Despite the fact the man is vaguely 5-6ish inches, Aedes is actually used to being "big" - a concept that will get explored in coming chapters 👀

Something that your character’s different sized friends do that annoys them?

Aedes gets annoyed being "plucked" up, having his size (or lack thereof) mentioned, or being cooed over.

[heytheredelulu]

I was wondering if you could do maybe a like feral Bucky? Like maybe they trigger the soldat and instead of him fallowing their orders he goes after the shy curvy little intern of Tony’s? They’ve both been too shy to make a move. I’m cool with whatever spin you put on it, I LOVE your writing.

(Love all your normal kinks so feel free to add those too as you see fit! )

Thank you lovely 🥰 Can’t wait to drool over more of your writing lol

I took this and RAN with it.

It ended up becoming much longer than I had anticipated so this one will be broken up into two parts.

I struggled with trying to incorporate Bucky being triggered after the reader already being somewhat aquatinted with him, pining after him, etc. so I went the route I did and I hope it fulfills your request!

Part one will be mostly just plot building with a spicy cliff hanger leading us into a part two of pure smut.

Ready to Comply - Part One - Anon Request

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

Word Count: 2.5k

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, choking, blood (Bucky is strugglin’ and bites his own hand), a lil sexual tension in prep for part two, he sniffs her coochie, okay?

“Okay, stop. Stop that.” Tony whispered out of the corner of his mouth. You shot him a glance and tugged at your skirt one more time for good measure. He lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “You look fine, Rookie. Very professional. Is that what you needed to hear?”

You scoff and shake your head. “That’s no- I’m not fishing for compliments, I genuinely hate dressing like a fucking secretary.” You grumble, drawing a laugh out of Tony. “And don’t call me ‘Rookie.’” You add with a prod to his chest. He brushes the front of his suit jacket sarcastically in response to your poke and raises his hands defensively, a soft chuckle rising from his throat.

“A fucking secretary? Really? It’s business professional. Did you think I could let you stand next to me in a press conference wearing an old t-shirt and some torn up jeans? We need to create a semblance of professionalism.” He gestures to his own attire with a grin and there’s a teasing glint in his eye as he continues.

“And what’s wrong with ‘Rookie’? You’re my little protégé.” He jests, reaching like he’s going to pinch your cheek as if you were some adorable little toddler. You frown, swatting his hand away and brings it to his chest, clutching it dramatically. “Wow, you’re going to assault your friend, mentor and extremely rich and handsome boss?” He jokes, feigning offense.

“The only accurate adjective in that sentence is ‘boss’, Sir.” You reply dryly, crossing your arms. The corners of his lips twitch into a sly smile and he nudges you with his elbow. “I’ll accept if you don’t agree with friend and mentor.” He starts, pressing his lips into a pout. “But I might actually get a little offended if you refuse to acknowledge how devastatingly handsome I am.”

You groan in annoyance and roll your eyes, preparing a witty comeback when Pepper Potts rounds the corner with a tablet cradled in her arm, a phone nestled between her ear and shoulder and an expression of concern written across her face.

“Everything alright?” Tony asks, placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me.. another offer for People’s ‘sexiest man alive’? I keep telling them, I can’t be on the cover every ye-“ Tony stops mid sentence as Pepper’s manicured forefinger lands on his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Yes. Okay. Understood. Thank you.” She says curtly into the phone before disconnecting the call. “That was Fury. We have an issue. A Barnes issue.”

Your brows furrow at this. “What’s happened with Bucky?” You ask, a sense of dread creeping up your spine. He’d been all but isolated since he’d moved into the Avenger’s tower alongside his best friend Steve Rogers and you couldn’t imagine him being the source of an issue with how reserved this man was. You weren’t at all oblivious to his past- it had been global wide news after all, but in the months since his de-conditioning in Wakanda he had been making great strides towards recovery, working to make amends.

Though your interactions with the ex-assassin had been few, he’d always been polite and kind towards you. You’d felt so out of place among the Avengers, being Tony’s intern. You weren’t on the team, hell, a few of them didn’t even know your name despite you having been trailing behind Tony for the last year. Maybe it was your own fault, considering you hadn’t really made an effort to talk to any of them but aside from the fact that they were all extremely intimidating, you were naturally a shy and quiet person.

You quickly push the self deprecating thoughts from your head. You didn’t care about any of that. You shouldn’t. It wasn’t as if you wanted to be on the team, or were there to make friends, you were here as an engineer, to learn from who was arguably the most intelligent man on the planet. Perhaps that’s why Bucky had always been cordial to you more than some of the others living here. Maybe he gravitated towards you, as someone who constantly felt so out of place, because he felt that way here as well.

Or maybe he thought you were cute.

Oh fuck, if only.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to the man or that you’d been quietly crushing on him practically since you’d started your internship. Every small interaction with Bucky left a blush on your cheeks and a kaleidoscope of butterflies flitting about your belly.

The thought of someone as absurdly good looking as Bucky fucking Barnes finding you attractive was enough to spark a surge of heat straight to your abdomen.

No, get it together. Now’s not the time.

You mentally scold your vagina for having the nerve to throb at the mere mention of Bucky Barnes regardless of the context and turn your attention back to Pepper and Tony as they argued in hushed whispers.

“What’s happened with Bucky?” You repeat, knowing they likely won’t clue you in if it’s related to Avenger’s business.

Tony offers a nervous smile and exchanges a quick glance with his wife before he checks his watch. “Terminator? He’s fine. I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably holed up with security for setting off the metal detector.” He pauses and then snaps his fingers. “Or maybe he walked past the junkyard on fifth and got snatched up by the hydraulic magnet.” He says, lifting a hand and miming a crane.

Pepper lets out a soft sigh and your gaze flicks to her. “Yeah, a big magnet or something.” She mumbles, turning her attention back to her tablet. “I don’t think that’s-“ Your cut off by Tony’s hand on the small of your back, urging you forward. “Enough about Robocop. We’re on, Rookie.” He says, his nervous expression falling away and quickly being replaced with a mask of professionalism. “Let’s go unveil our project to the press.” Pepper moves to open the door for you both and before you can open your mouth to tell Tony that if he calls you ‘rookie’ one more time you were going to strangle him with his overpriced tie, your senses are overwhelmed with an onslaught of overlapping voices and camera shutters.

You toss your blazer over the desk in your quaint office and slump over into the chair, trying not to let your mind run wild with anxious thoughts about the press conference. Despite your best efforts you couldn’t help but worry that you probably looked like a deer in headlights up at the podium alongside Tony.

You huff and rest your chin on the back of your hand, glancing over at the computer screens. Your attention is immediately drawn to security footage from one of the conference rooms when you see movement on the monitor. You lean in with your brows furrowed. It’s late and no one should be in the conference room. You expand the image and can clearly make out Tony and Steve moving about the room with tense body language.

You hover over the footage with your mouse and hesitate. You know that you absolutely should not eavesdrop on the two men but once Tony’s hands begin angrily gesturing around you give in to temptation and turn on the audio.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘back up?’” Tony shouts, beginning to pace the room.

Steve leans forward with his palms on the table and his head bowed slightly. “It’s exactly what I said, Tony.” He replies, his biceps flexing as he grips the table. “HYDRA had a fail safe. They’d planted a back up activation incase he would ever manage to be deprogrammed.” He looks up at Tony with a solemn expression. “They got to him. I should’ve been there, I should’ve-“

Tony holds out a hand, his other resting against his temple as he tries to comprehend what Steve is telling him. “Well you weren’t and they did so know we have to figure out how the fuck we navigate this.” He says firmly, shaking his head. “Do we have eyes on him? Is he in the building?”

Steve sighed and stood upright from the table. “No. He’s in the wind. We lost contact with him a few hours ago.” He admits, running a hand through his hair. “But there’s something you need to know.” He adds, looking at Tony with concern as he begins to pace again.

“Well spit it out, Rogers!” Tony yells, stopping and turning back to Steve.

“Nat received some intel. The hit HYDRA ordered is on you and your intern.” He says so quietly you can barely pick it up on the audio. Fear crawls up your spine and your hand trembles as you increase the volume on the security feed, while your heartbeat in your ears becomes near deafening.

Tony stiffens, slowly approaching Steve. “You wanna tell me why?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous. Steve nods. “The new tech you unveiled today.“ He explains.

Tony sighs, understanding why one of their enemies would be threatened by what the two of you had been working on and reaches to loosen his tie. “I’ll take Pepper and move her to the safe house before I meet you at a rendezvous point. Send someone to get my Rookie and get her off the grid. I don’t want her alone for a single second.” He says in an exasperated tone, reaching into his suit jacket and pulling out his cell phone as he stalks towards the door.

“And Rogers?” He asks, turning around one last time, his hand curled tight around the doorknob. Steve’s head snaps up and he looks at Tony with guilt ridden eyes. “Yeah?”

“Find Barnes.”

Find Barnes.

The statement echoes in your ears, sending your thoughts spinning as if a category five hurricane were waging inside your head.

No. No, no, no.

There’s a hit out on you?

To be carried out by the fucking Winter Soldier.

Oh you were so fucked.

You scoot your chair back, bracing your hands on the desk to stand with wobbly knees.

Bile rises in your throat as you take a slow step backwards, bumping the chair in your state of panic and knocking your jacket off the workbench. You jump at the sound of it slipping to the floor and clutch your chest as a result of inducing your own jumpscare and take slow breaths to steel your nerves before you bend down to pick it up. As you rise back upright, your gaze connects with a pair of vacant, icy blue eyes in the shadows across the room and your entire body seizes in terror.

He’s not in the wind.

He’s been in here with you this entire goddamned time.

“B-Bucky?” You stutter, bringing your jacket to your chest and grasping it until your knuckles turn white. Maybe Steve and Tony were wrong. Maybe Nat’s intel was wrong. Maybe this was all a huge misunderstanding and you weren’t about to die at the hands of the ex-assassin you’ve been pining over for nearly a year.

He takes a step forward from the shadows, his face expressionless and his eyes unblinking without a single trace of emotion behind them.

Okay, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Sergeant Barnes?” You whisper, almost a plea to the man you knew, locked away somewhere in the brain of the cold and calculated killer standing in front of you.

He doesn’t speak, doesn’t register your words, as he crosses the lab in a few quick strides and catches your throat in his cybernetic hand.

Oh god.

The air leaves your lungs, his grip tightening around your windpipe as his face remains blank.

You’re going to die.

So why are you so fucking turned on?

Heat pools low in your abdomen, your core flooding with arousal, coupled with fear and unbridled lust.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as you gasp and thrash in his grip, your thick thighs rubbing together with every kick and flail, doing nothing to alleviate the throbbing ache in your cunt.

God this is so wrong.

His brows furrow, the first hint of emotion since he stepped out of the shadows. His head tilts inquisitively and his grip slackens around your throat as he leans in, tracing his nose across your jaw line and inhaling deeply. You still, your face contorting in confusion as you swallow hard against his palm, leaning your body into his hold.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away from you and you take the opportunity to suck in a breath, massaging your neck gently while your gaze drops to observe his hands clenching and unclenching into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” You ask, wondering what’s caused the sudden shift in his demeanor, wondering if maybe he’s somehow snapped out of the trance he’d been in. He’s still and silent for a long moment, his head bowed as his chest rises and falls heavily with every breath.

“Sergeant Barnes, are yo-“

His head snaps up, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth remains agape, stuck on your last word and as he watches you with predatory eyes, taking menacing steps toward you, you can’t seem to find your voice any longer. You stumble backwards, losing your balance and falling back against the desk, unable to regain your footing before his hands grip the flesh of your bare thighs.

He tilts you backwards, your back colliding hard with the surface of the desk, stealing the breath out of your chest. He drops to his knees, splaying his palms against your thighs, the hem of your dress rising up to expose your panties as he spreads your legs wide before him and drags his nose across the fabric.

He groans.

He fucking groans.

“You’re my mission.” He breathes out, eyes wild and fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as if he were fighting to physically restrain himself.

“I know.” You whimper, lifting your head to look down at him over the soft curve of your stomach.

“I’ve been ordered to kill you.” He chokes out, pressing his forehead against your inner thigh and drawing in a deep and shuddering breath.

“Then why haven’t you?” You ask in a broken whisper.

He turns his head and mumbles something incoherently, his breath ghosting against the damp fabric of your underwear and sending a wave of arousal crashing through your core. He stiffens, curling his flesh hand into a fist and bringing it to his mouth, biting down on his knuckles as he swallows back a moan.

He shakes his head, his teeth pressing into his skin hard enough to draw blood and you move to sit up, leaning on your palms as you look down at him where he’s slotted between your legs, visibly trembling.

He rises quickly to his feet, his left hand shooting out to curl around your neck again and he drops his bloodied flesh hand to his side.

“Because..” He says through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as the cool metal of his thumb strokes the column of your throat.

“I can’t fucking focus when all I can smell-“

His free hand roughly cups your pussy over your panties, his voice trailing off as he kneads his palm against the thin, wet fabric.

He growls, tightening his grip around your throat and jerking you up to him, forcing you to meet his threatening gaze.

His expression grows pained and he whimpers, dipping his head to meet your forehead with his own, his breath fanning across your face with every heave of his chest.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

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Part two

[frudoo]

Literally obsessed with your Slasher 141 series, its been giving me so much brainrot

I have a few ideas;

reader feels a bit self conscious about her body and the boys make it their mission to show her how beautiful she is in their eyes (could be fluff or smut)

OR

Reader decides to be a brat over text to the boys as they were out for the day, and hides from the boys once they arrive home, resulting in them hunting and chasing her down 👀👀 ( smut and a lil fluff )

This is very self-indulgent because I've been feeling bad about my own body lately. This is for my fellow fat girls <3

Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals, food in general. Self-deprecating thoughts, somewhat poor communication. Fem!Reader is fat (in all of the slasher!141 AU). Fluff!

You’ve been off lately. During mealtime with the boys, you barely eat, just poke at the food on your plate. It isn’t like you—you’re usually the one to cook and try out all kinds of new recipes to share with your lovers, or baking sweet treats to give them after a hard day—so for you to suddenly have no interest in food is concerning. Tonight is no exception. John made your favorite, beef stew and cornbread (a southern delicacy you taught him how to make), but you just mindlessly stir the stew with your spoon, eyes focused on nothing at all.

     “How was your day, dove?” Kyle tries to break you from your trance, but you only nod.

     “Helped a chicken give birth today,” Simon stares straight at you, ignoring the incredulous looks the other three men give him.

     Still, no sort of reaction from you, other than an uninterested hum. 

     “Ah went tae the doctor earlier,” Johnny says next. “Turns oot ah’m pregnant.”

     “Nice,” you deadpan, completely oblivious to the outrageous lies these dumbasses have been telling you. 

     “Enough,” Price furrows his eyebrows, dropping his spoon with a clang. “Darlin’, you haven’t eaten in two days.”

     This time, you listen. Immediately, you rush to defend yourself, eyes narrowed at the bearded man.

     “I’ve just been fe-”

    “Don’t you give me that bullshit about bein’ sick, either. I’ve seen you sick, and it was completely different than this,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Speak, baby. Tell us what’s goin’ on in that pretty head o’yours.”

     “It’s nothing,” you grumble.

     Simon sighs dramatically, slapping his palms down on the dining room table to push himself up out of his chair. Before you can protest, he picks you up and sits in your seat, then settles you in his lap. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is unwavering. 

     “Stop strugglin’ and tell us wha’ the fuck is wrong w’you,” the blond man grunts, strong arms wrapped around your waist so you can’t move as much. 

     “I hate my body!” You blurt, and the room falls silent. “I-I don’t know what you all see in me. I just… I look gross.”

     Tears build in your eyes and spill past your waterline, streaming down your round cheeks. All four men look at each other wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Their silence breaks your heart, and you manage to wriggle out of Simon’s lap. 

     “I’m going to bed,” you mumble, wiping your eyes with your sweatshirt and moping your way upstairs.

     Your bedroom is the furthest down the hall, the longest walk. Usually this fact doesn’t bother you, but with your state of mind the way it is right now, you can’t help but feel like it’s purposeful. You slam the door shut and lock it, purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you flop into bed. It creaks with your weight, and you let out another sob. 

     You end up crying yourself to sleep, clammy face stuck to your pillow. When you wake up, you find that your door is still locked and try your hardest not to burst into tears all over again. Not one of the boys came to check on you last night? It makes you feel even worse—are you that much of an eyesore that they don’t dare come see if you’re okay? The thought makes your stomach churn. A knock makes itself known on your door, pulling you from your thoughts.

     “Dove? Can you let us in?” Kyle’s soft voice sounds from the hallway. “Please?”

     “We wanna talk to you, sweet girl,” Price’s voice comes next, followed by more pleas from Johnny and Simon.

     With a shaky sigh, you oblige, unlocking the door and swinging it open. When your eyes fall on them, you bite back a gasp—they all look exhausted, puffy bags beneath their bloodshot eyes, frowns tugging their lips downward. You can’t imagine you look any better, but still, your heart aches seeing them look so down.

     “Hey, bonnie,” Johnny instantly brightens up when he sees you, and you have to fight the urge to push him off when he wraps his arms around you. 

     “Hi,” you mutter, impartial to the kiss the Scotsman plants on your temple.

     They all trail into your room nervously, and it’s just then that you notice a large jar in Simon’s arms. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting for one of them to speak up first.

     “I want to start by apologizin’, sweetheart,” John begins, sitting beside you on your bed. “We were all… well, none of us were expectin’ to hear you talk about yourself like that, and we panicked. That wasn’t fair to you.”

     You shrug, eyes focused on your lap. Price reaches out to grab your hand, gently running his thumb across your knuckles. 

     “You are absolutely stunnin’. You are the farthest thing from gross, dove,” Kyle sits on your opposite side, grabbing your unoccupied hand. 

     “Ah think ah speak fer all of us when ah say tha’ we love yer body,” Johnny hums.

     “I’m fat,” you frown, and Simon scoffs.

     “Yeah? And?” He narrows his eyes at you. “We like y’like tha’. More t’grab, more t’love.”

     “I don’t understand why,” you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

     “What’s not to understand?” John squeezes your hand. “You’re soft, and warm.”

     “The fuckin’ best at cuddlin’, too,” Kyle grins.

     “Great tits,” Johnny butts in, earning himself a jab to the ribcage from Simon. “Och- wha’?! It’s true!”

     “Wha’ the wanker is tryin’ t’say is tha’ you’re perfect. For us, in general—y’complete us, love. Your body is jus’ a plus,” Simon concludes, finally stepping forward to offer you the jar.

     “What’s this?” You ask, carefully pulling your hands out of Kyle and John’s. 

     “We spent all nigh’ gatherin’ up pictures of you tha’ we love,” Kyle explains, watching excitedly as you screw the lid off. 

     Inside, the jar is filled to the brim with photos and polaroid pictures—candids of you baking in the kitchen, napping on the couch, tending to the garden or the animals, even selfies you sent to Johnny when the two of you first started talking online. Mixed in with those is printouts of text messages they’ve all sent each other, fawning over you, some of which dating back to even before you met the others. Tears stream down your face yet again, but instead of being sad, you’re overwhelmed with love and joy from these men you get to call yours.

     “I-I don’t know what to say,” you sniffle, setting down the jar to wipe your eyes.

     “Don’t say anythin’, darlin’, just let us hold you,” John murmurs, pulling you onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist.

     Maybe being dogpiled by your four huge husbands on an already creaky bed isn’t the best idea, but hey, all that matters is that you’re happy.

[lewmagoo]

it's me, hi! i'm the whore it's me!

so today I feel like I just want Rhett to literally just bring me to my knees to make me a mindless cock-slut. is that too much? i don't know, but I truly want the imprint of the old wooden floors to make my knees ache from how long i'm blowing that man okay bye

oh bitch you're speaking my language.

he could see how overwhelmed you were. it had been a difficult week, and you needed a break. but you kept going. working yourself ragged, pushing and pushing and pushing until you were ready to drop. and while he admired your work ethic, he also knew when enough was enough. you didn't want to ask him to intervene because you didn't want to be a burden. but you could never be a burden to him.

it was moments like these where he took it upon himself to step in. and all it took was a single snap of his fingers. your gaze snapped to him, and you saw him pointing to his feet. you were so conditioned to that snap that you knew what it meant, and your knees were already going weak. wordlessly, you dropped. and although you were halfway across the room from him, you found yourself crawling to him.

rhett sucked in a breath as he watched you, your utter submission stealing the oxygen from his very lungs. within moments, you'd reached him, and you straightened, letting your hands rest upon your thighs as you looked up at him expectantly. he smiled softly, reaching a large, warm hand down to lovingly stroke your cheek. "you're strugglin', ain't ya, baby?" he asked. a whimper escaped the back of your throat as you nodded. he hummed, "poor thing. wan' daddy to take your mind off it?"

"please," you gasped. rhett nodded, his hand moving lower so you could suckle at his thumb for a moment. "don't you worry, rose petal. i got ya." in an instant, you began to visibly relax, because you knew he had it handled. he let you have his thumb for a moment longer as he unbuckled his belt with one hand. he pushed his jeans down just far enough, and at the sight of his cock, barely concealed by his boxers, you wined, already pulling off of his thumb in search of it. "hold your horses there, girl. i'm gettin' it."

he pushed the fabric down, and your previous whine turned into a loud, low whimper. your hands twitched in your lap with the need to reach out and touch it. he moved to stroke himself to full hardness, but you protested. "i wanna do it, daddy," you said. he lifted his hands and allowed you to step in. he watched in awe as you reached out to run your palm over the silky skin, letting out a happy purr. taking hold of the semi hardness, you leaned closer and offered a kitten lick to the tip. you savored the saltiness, but there was something underlying, a taste that could only be described as rhett. you loved it.

"that what you needed, baby?" he cooed as you happily suckled and kissed at his quickly hardening shaft. you didn't want to pull your mouth away to answer, so you simply replied with a pleased "mhm!" as you went about your business. rhett couldn't help but marvel. it amazed him how easy it was for you to shut your brain off when you were like this. all it took was his cock in your mouth and you were content, mind blank, existing not just to pleasure him, but to soothe yourself. you loved the taste of him. you loved his scent. musky but slightly sweet. you loved the feel of him. silky and hard, veins running just beneath the delicate skin.

"thank you daddy," you murmured against him, "love your cock so much." and it punched the breath right out of his chest. "you're welcome baby. so good for me, yeah? stay like this for as long as ya need. let that pretty lil brain shut off for a bit. you deserve it."

[we-are-swearwolves]

Leo’s Plant Corner

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps (G)

Inspired by me finding new leaves on a fiddle leaf I thought was dead 😌🪴 characters belong to @lumosinlove 💘

It was an understandable mistake, really.

Alex was grounded in the Atlanta airport, texting everyone he fucking knew for hours as he tried to get on a flight back to New York.

Finn had been sending him videos all afternoon. Multiple snapchats with some version of the phrase ‘sucks to suck 💞’, Leo’s straight faced reactions to an awful selection of puns, himself dancing like a lunatic to a new Taylor Swift song (“I finally understand Lo’s secret obsession now, ok I get it, Peanut Butter.”).

Hell, he’d even gone so far as to scroll through the videos he kept on his phone and edit together a compilation of Lo saying ‘Tabarnak’ in various contexts and inflections.

So, you see it was reasonable for Logan to think that Finn was filming a video for Alex.

When Leo had first moved north, he’d had a hard time not seeing the stars, not feeling the heat, and being away from his parents, which were all things that couldn’t be fixed, though goddamnit did Finn and his thermostat try.

One thing Finn could fix though, was the greenery.

Central Gryff wasn’t exactly known for its lush landscape, and once Leo realized that one of the things he was missing was all the green, Finn had gone what might be called ‘apeshit’ at a nearby nursery.

A lot of their plants died on the regular, seeing as they were gone so fucking much, but the majority of them did make it and both Finn and Leo were very proud.

Heartthrob status or no, Finn didn’t go live on Instagram very often, but for a brief period of time at the start of Leo’s rookie season, there were short plant tours and updates every other week or so, mostly to make Leo laugh.

They hadn’t done it in forever, although he got comments requesting “new episodes of Leo’s plant corner? 🥺” semi-regularly.

This particular morning, however, there was such a significant plant development (and Finn had his goddamn phone out anyway) that they thought fuck it.

The number of people who must have had notifications turned on for Finn’s lives must being truly fucking ridiculous for how many viewers they immediately had.

Finn put on a truly ridiculous wrestling announcer voice and began the same way he always had, “Welcome, to Leo Knut’s plant corner!!! Bauw bauw-bauw bauwwww!”

Literally thousands of hearts showed on his screen.

“Alright listen, what y’all have to understand is that I thought this fiddle leaf was over, ok?” Leo’s accent was coming out just a little stronger than usual and it was so fucking cute, “He’s been strugglin’ since we got him, what was that, Harz, almost two years ago? Anyway, no growth at all, dropping leaves all the time, lookin’ kind of pathetic—“

Finn tried to keep the phone steady even though he was quietly losing his shit laughing.

“—shuddup Harzy, it was sad!” And then he looked back to the camera, “Finn was sad for him y’all, I swear. Ok so anyway this morningggg,” Leo stepped to the side and gestured proudly to said pathetic plant, “I come out here, and this lil guy had not one, not two, not three, but FOUR new baby leaves up top!”

Finn zoomed for emphasis, saying, “Baby leaves,” with what he hoped was enough awe to satisfy Leo.

“Baby leaves! I said what I said! Look at them! They’re so small and they’re new.”

Thousands more virtual hearts, which Finn thought was understandable.

“Baby leaves though?”

Leo liked making Finn laugh just as much as Finn liked making Leo laugh so he pushed on, ridiculous on purpose, hand gestures big and expressive.

“Yes, these are baby leaves, ok? Look at them! I’m so proud of this goddamn plant, I thought he was a goner and here he is with children,” (Finn was laughing so fucking hard now) “For fucks sake, Harzy, this man is a father!”

Finn couldn’t contain the sounds any longer and neither could Leo as they both broke character and just giggled and giggled and giggled.

It was probably for the best that neither of them were paying attention to the thirsty comments the IG viewers were leaving, that they didn’t see just how many people were at that moment offering to make them fathers.

“Merde, what the fuck?”

The sound of their laughter had woken Logan up from where he’d been lightly snoozing just a room away.

Finn threw out a, “Now with special guest… Logannnn Tremblaaay!” To which he got an eyebrow raise that he somehow understood to be in French.

Leo quickly caught Logan up on their new leaf children, Lo’s expression getting softer with each word.

See, it had been so long since Finn and Leo’s last plant show and what with Finn sending Alex videos all day, it really was understandable that Lo would speak freely even knowing he was being recorded.

“Mon dieu, Peanut, if this is the reaction for baby plants, I cannot imagine how you guys will be when we have our family, I mean fuck.”

Finn and Leo both froze.

“What?”

Both their mouths dropped open.

“What? It’s not like we haven’t talked about— Baby, why are you looking at me like that?”

Finn looked dazed and used his free hand to point to his phone somewhat ridiculously.

“Video,” was the only word he could get out though.

“Yeah, no shit, you’ve been sending Alex videos all day.”

Finn stared.

Leo stared.

Logan didn’t know it at the time, but thousands of people at home watching on their phones also stared.

“It’s…” Logan’s eyes got a little bigger then, alarm beginning to work its way into his face, “…it’s for Alex. Right? Finn,” Lo was serious now, “Finn… you’re recording a video for Alex.”

Later, upon reflection, there were a lot of things Logan would wish had gone differently that day (it wasn’t how he imagined they’d come out).

One specific thing, however, was the fact that the fucking face he made when Finn finally managed to say, “Nope,” as Leo said, “Sweetheart, oh my god,” would become a meme that would haunt him for years.

He was a little bit right though, Alex did love that video.

[mykneeshurt]

Mister Morgan - Chapter 6

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page

Chapter seven

A Few Weeks later

Taking a long drag of a cigarette you looked out across Flat Iron Lake, the sun was setting and the sky emitted a gorgeous orange and pink hue. You felt like you were fitting in well with this gang of outlaws, Karen had taken a particular shine to you, she finally found another woman who could keep up with her drinking. Much to Sean’s envy, he was definitely sweet on Karen not that he would admit it.

You’d grown particularly close to Charles as you’d both go out hunting together to get away from camp, a quiet man who didn’t say too much but that’s how you liked it. He taught you how to use a bow and arrow and your tracking skills were getting better each time you ventured out. Charles would let you vent to him when you felt overwhelmed by the camp atmosphere, which could be tense at times courtesy of Dutch and his master plans as well as Miss Grimshaw barking her orders.

Arthur slid his hand in around your waist and pulled you close placing a tender peck on your forehead. ‘You ok sweetheart? Lookin’ a lil lost.’

“I’m fine Arthur, just having a breather from Pearson. I swear that man doesn’t know what seasoning is.”

“Yeah probably not.” He chuckled. You didn’t get to spend much time with Arthur due to how busy camp was so you’ sneak away to have a quick kiss and quiet moment to yourselves when you could. “He asks me to help him cook, so I do, then shouts at me.” You rolled your eyes. “And if I have to hear one more story about the pissin’ Navy again I’ll cry.”

Arthur laughed “you’re doin well, Grimshaw is impressed with how much you help out. Charles is even more impressed at how well you’re picking up huntin’ and trackin’.”

“I used to hunt with my father sometimes, not a huge fan of it but needs to be done. Quite the marksman when I wanna be.” You winked. Arthur raised an eyebrow and smiled. You knew he was competitive and he enjoyed having friendly competitions with you. “I’ll bare that in mind” he smiled. Letting out a big sigh you gave Arthur a quick kiss on the cheek before trailing your hand down his arm to his hand and giving it a quick squeeze. “I best get back to that insufferable oaf” you said pulling a face. Arthur nodded and returned the squeeze on your hand.

After an agonising hour persuading Pearson to let you add Oregano and Thyme to the stew it was finally ready. Much to Pearson’s dismay you received a lot of compliments about adding the extra herbs to enhance the flavour. “No hard feelings Pearson.” You said as you bumped his shoulder. He huffed “guess not, it is good. You can wash up though.”

“Yes dear” you sighed sarcastically. You got up to take the bowls over to the wash bucket. Which was empty. Perfect you thought. Another chore that wasn’t done today. You took the bucket to the lake to fill, after filling it you hobbled back to camp.

Sean rushed over seeing you were struggling “here, let me take dat. Don’t wan t’ see a lady strugglin’” his thick Irish accent was music to your ears. “You know me da always used to say …” You cut him off quickly, slamming your hand to his mouth. “No Sean, not your da” you laughed. Sean had a habit of always bringing absurd stories of his father up during conversation, it always took a lot of energy to keep up with those stories. Energy you didn’t have tonight.

You emptied the water into the tin basin and began washing, other members of the gang were already sat by one of the fires having a drink. Arthur poked his head around the back of the wagon “there you are, wondered where you got to.”

“Missin’ me were you? I won’t be long I’m almost finished.” You reassured. Arthur smiled and walked over to help you finish the dishes, “what did you get up too today? You were gone when I woke up this mornin’” you asked.

“Aw Dutch got us scouting out these two families down here, the Braithwaites and Greys. Somethin’ about a family feud between the two and a pot of gold. I dunno. One of Dutch’s plans again” he shrugged. “We’re goin’ back into Rhodes in the mornin’, says he’s got a meetin’ with Sheriff Grey” he rolled his eyes.

You looked up and grimaced.“Just be careful? Nothing good ever comes from meddlin’.” Arthur placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze “Course darlin’.” With two of you doing the dishes they were finished in no time.

You both walked over to the fire where Javier was singing with his guitar, he had a beautiful voice. As you sat down on the log Arthur handed you a beer and sat next to you but not too close that people would start asking questions. The fire seemingly danced along in time to Javier strumming the guitar strings, you found yourself zoning out staring into the flames. It was only when Micah opened his mouth did you snap back to reality. “I see the O’Driscoll whore is still with us” he sneered.

“You shut your mouth!” Arthur growled.

“I’m just sayin’. How can we trust her? Really? She spent years with the O’Driscolls and suddenly she’s welcome? Don’t recall you acceptin’ Kieron so easy Morgan. Is it cause she sucks your dick?” Arthur flew up out of his seat, muscles trembling with pure rage ready to punch Micah.

Placing your hand on his arm you gripped him tightly and pulled him to sit back down while you stared right at Micah. Arthur responded to your touch and lowered himself back onto the log. “Enough Micah” Dutch bellowed “she has pulled more than her weight around here, now you would do right by keepin’ your mouth shut.”

You weren’t sure what to make of Dutch, everyone seemed to gravitate towards him hanging off every word he said. He was charismatic, you’d give him that, but something about him didn’t sit right with you. Micah backed off and went back to his tent.

Javier, Charles and Karen all asked if you were ok and agreed Micah was a dick. You reassured them all you were fine and it would take more than a few comments to upset you. Smiling you reached for another beer before taking a swig “I’m gonna go for a walk, I won’t be long.”

The air in Lemoyne was thick and sticky, the only relief you got was at night when the humidity seemed to lessen. You sat down on the sand and dipped your toes in the lake to cool off, the stars were beautiful, gleaming down on you. The muffled noise of camp was the perfect ambiance to enjoy your beer too, sometimes you needed some space on your own to de-compress.

You heard soft footsteps coming up behind you “mind if I join you?” You smiled at the sound of Arthurs voice it brought a comfort to you, one you hadn’t felt since your father was alive. You patted the sand next you. Arthur sat down straightening out his one leg and resting his arm on the other bent leg, he looked out across the lake the brow of his hat hiding his face. “Arthur I’m fine” you reassured “will take more than that pissant making some comments to upset me.”

He reached over and held your hand giving it a firm squeeze ‘I know, I know. I just … I don’t like when women get spoken to like that. Let alone you.” You turned to face him somewhat surprised at his response. “Let alone me?” you repeated confused.

He finally turned his head to face you “especially you” he grinned. You could sense where this conversation was going “oh, especially me? Hmmm ok” you flashed him a cheeky smile. Placing a hand on his thigh you repositioned yourself to kneel in front of him.

He reached up and grabbed the nape of his neck blushing “yeah, well I guess I’m kinda fond of you. Care about you n’all.” You flicked his hat off onto the floor, the moonlight illuminated his face, his blue eyes fixed on yours, his cheeks were still burning red.

“I like you too Arthur, quite a lot actually.” With one hand on his thigh you brought your other to his face cradling his cheek and ran your fingers gently over the scars peeking through his thick stubble. You both lent in at the same time and met each other’s lips in a passionate kiss, he brought his hand to the nape of your neck cradling the bottom of your head.

The two of you got lost in each other’s embrace, he smelt so good, tobacco, sage and a hint of soap. He broke off from your lips and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck and onto your collarbone. He let out a muffled groan against your skin which made your stomach drop in pure anticipation, he nipped gently at your neck as he worked his way back up to your lips.

You untucked his shirt and slowly worked your hand up his bare torso making sure to feel every inch of skin, every scar, and every crevice of his muscles. He let out a sigh against your lips “goddamn”. The pure need in his voice was ecstasy to you, you could feel how tense his body was how he needed you right now. “Mmmmm …” you let out a groan of your own “not now cowboy” you teased. You could see the pure sexual frustration flash across his face as he let out an exasperated sigh. “You’ll be the death of me woman” he said biting his lip. You placed your hand on your chest and fluttered your eyelashes “who lil ol me?”

“Yes you!” Arthur laughed, as you went to get up he pulled by you down onto his lap “give it a minute” he cooed. You bit the inside of your cheek. “You just taste so good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

Your heart stopped. Your stomach dropped. Flustered wasn’t the word to describe how you felt at those words. He lent in and pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder exposing your neck. He slowly trailed his hand up your torso to your throat and applied pressure. He groaned in your ear ever so softly. You felt yourself tense, he did too, he moved his other hand to your lips and brushed his thumb over them gently. “I respect you, I ain gonna do nothin till you tell me I can. When that time comes, I know you’ll be a good girl for me” he purred.

With that he slid you off his knee and got to his feet and offered you his hand. You were completely speechless smiling ear to ear and a deep colour of crimson. Taking his hand you stood up, Arthur took your hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Two can play at that game” he whispered. Your insides tightened. “Let’s get back darlin’ they’re gonna wonder where we are.” He flashed you a wicked grin. Holding hands you walked back to camp, Javier still singing around the campfire. “I’ll …. Um, I’ll see you in the morning Arthur” you blushed. “Night darlin’” he winked.

The morning sun peeked through the flap in your tent rousing you from your sleep. The men had already left camp to head into Rhodes. “Ah there you are!” It was Kieron, you knew him from when he was with the O’Driscolls. “Mornin’ Kieron” you smiled warmly “what can I help you with?”

“Do you have any Burdock? Need to make some medicine for the horses, I ran out n you can never have enough.”

“Sorry Kieron I don’t, I’m happy to go find you some though. Any excuse to get out of here, I know where some grows.” Kieron smiled and carried on tending to the horses.

Saddling up Taliesin you set out into Scarlett Medows, enjoying the freedom from Miss Grimshaws endless tasks as well as Pearson and Sadies endless arguments. There was a small shack by the lake where the Burdock grew, it was close enough to camp that it shouldn’t take too long.

Riding along the dirt track you replayed the previous night with Arthur over and over, enjoying the feeling all over again. It didn’t take long to get to the Burdock patch, jumping down you gathered as much as you could fit into your satchel. There wasn’t a cloud in sight and the morning sun grew more hot, would be a sin to waste weather like this.

You pulled out your book and sat against a rock to read. Before you knew it time had passed and it was coming up to midday. Miss Grimshaw was going to lose her shit “chores to be done miss!” Her voice echoed in your head. You got up and dusted yourself off, hauled yourself onto Taliesin and set off back to camp.

A man in the distance shouted your name. You didn’t recognise his voice, turning round on your saddle your heart dropped. It was an O’Driscoll. “You know Colm is missin you dearly. Wants us to bring you back.” Two more men appeared from behind a rock and stood in-front of you.

Your chest began to feel tight, it was hard to breath. “Think you should come with us, save us some trouble.” Your hand twitched, slowly reaching down to your volcanic pistol which was lying dormant in its holster. You pulled the pistol out and managed to get a lucky head shot on one of them. “Fuckin bitch!”

Taliesin bucked which sent you crashing to the floor, you landed in a heap as Taliesin galloped off into the distance. As you looked up you saw the butt of a rifle coming to meet your face. The blunt force didn’t knock you unconscious by some divine miracle, but it made everything hazy and blurry. Their muffled voices above you sounded angry but panicked. Shaking from the pure adrenaline pumping through your body you lifted up your pistol and shot again, hitting one in the stomach.

The last O’Driscoll pounced on you his hands around your neck trying to squeeze the very life from you. You couldn’t reach the knife you kept stowed in your boot, you tried to scream until your throat was hoarse with pain. Darkness started to take hold as you gasped for air when a distant shot rang out and the O’Driscoll collapsed onto you. You let out a scream so powerful your vocal cords gave out. A scream of pure fear and frustration. The muffled noise of horse hooves approached, you tried desperately to cling to consciousness, but to no avail. As you drifted into darkness you could only hold out hope that the person approaching wasn’t another O’Driscoll.

[redocity]

strugglin with seasonal depression and i’ve been binging 911 bc it’s the one thing keeping me going so seeing ur lil oneshots has been v helpful so thank u pookie 😁🙏

i’m so glad you’re enjoying them 🫶 no kidding, i watched from the end of season two until the end of season 6 in five days because i literally did nothing but binge it for like eight hours a day so i get you man

[pumpkinsy0]

I think it would be funny if horseman and curls were having talking about grades or something and it goes like this:

Pony: Have you ever even gotten an A in a class?

Curly: I have an A in Spanish class

Pony: But you speak Spanish?

Curly in a low voice: look man i have to graduate somehow so i took an easy class

the kicker is that schools mostly teach european spanish and not latin american spanish so curly would most likely still have lil issues in that class😭😭

but fuck at least hes doing better than pony is, pony’s STRUGGLIN

and thats where tutor curly comes in!!!yippee!!!!!

[jude-thedude98]

I fold you I'm a lyricist

Ima start wit using the eeriest (lakes)

Thid my Pride Friendly Q&A so no jeed to get deliri9us about my Queeriest

Since ima poet

Ima use this keyboard clickin

As my Instruments

Laffy taffy strugglin

Serious

I stay in busy ness

But I don't ever forget

Yall rappers sound the same - all I hear is crinkle crinkle kid

Unfold yo mouths n stop talkin nonsense

Sex drugs and violence

How bout choose different options

Mushmouth talkin

Passin me off havin no bear necessities

In the Mirror Naked BaLOOnin

Feel like I gotta spell this out like Gwen Stefani did

But this ain't no spellin contest

Even if it was yall ain't hearin it

(Well) Ya better believe it bit

By bit I'm wood choppin this

Tree down but it ain't go in quiet

Title of this one is Forest of Pages

And somebody please tell me why the tree remembers the pain but the axe always forgets

Mm, I'm deep divin

These c's better 3's PO - Post Office Kid

Here's your food delivery with tip

No ding dong ditchin straight door dashin

I been called like a Mormon

So let this be my voice-mail answerin

I'll leave messages

Lyrical inclinations

Brain gamin

Fundamentalist

Gotta sweet Toth for some Eminems

But ima Skittlez kid

This rainbow I give you for free tastin

I got you wrappers usin my lines like I fundipped them

N that's right I spelled rappers wit incorrection

I would have spelled in proper tense

But three u's spells unsatisfaction (and that's an ass whippin)

Unless you flip them

Then it's a cursive m

You see how I swerve on them

I use homonyms

Like would flip the three u's then what you got old wit an m

That's mold. That means yalls rhymes is rotten

My Forest of Pages

These are my Woodlands

Lines so sharp I'm paper cuttin

But I ain't parkin linkin

But I do ride Lincoln

I'm Abe Honestin

These folk got amnesia senses

They became a lil independent

N forgot about the kid

That's child abandonment

But I'm kiddin n playin

Nah I'm lyin

I been Hypin 1988 since

Everyone seems to forget the establishment

April consumation

January baby out the womb in

To the world I'm settin

The foundation

I'm gon be Bob the Builder n Fix This Glitch

I'm talkin architectural draftin

Rebuildin

New alignments

Since a lines meant

To grow straight in

Stop the curbin

These entusiastics

Has caused drastics

Changes

Wit strangers

Will Robinson's in danger

I can feed a man fish but he won't exchange it

Fishin for powerlines like an att temp kid

I think I lost you no significance

Yall folk focusin

On bars but not rememberin

That's what they capture us jn

Oooh n I know that was whitey tighty cleanin

Under wherein

Do these lines come from? I got you limboin

N it's later than it is early so I'm limo stretchin

Provin points like Nemo, hope you can find it

But I'm missin?

Nah yall jus Coralin

That means you Miss in

This movie mission

Dead to me so go ahead n get the gettin

You invisible always callin

Everythin

Impossible visions

Don't happen without envisions

That means the dreams have to be workin

My girl Cocoa got me though like the temptations

N i'm tempted

To end it (all)

But not for me cause I only lyrically do the killin

But for you cents you already silent

But got pennies to say for my thoughts n I ain't price shift

Gears cause haters lookin

For lingerin

Well here's Victoria's secret

Too many people finger pointin

Uncle Sammin'

Pointless.

Oops I think you missed it

See these lines be wavin

Right over your craniums

I use letters like planes so I can get fly with

A trivia crack word high with

Oscillatin fan whisk

That's a princess bride hi grip

This that baseball uniform needs laundry detergent

Crowd tidal wavin

As I slide in

Home basement

To be used for hide and seekin

N since I'm a wordsmith

N I don't boast my confidence (enough)

I'm going to let these statements get foolish

Get stupid

Get ignit

Use my noodle pit

From my Eastside and my Westside connections

Drink grabbin

Ice cube in

My ice t since it's 6 in the mornin

I'll bring out my toolkit

Use the tools I'm cool wit

Tried to screwdriver me but I got my monkeywrench

If you don't know me by now I'm Mc hammer quick

Yall know yall can't touch this

I'm simply red lovin

I'm too sexy for this album I'm right said Fredin

Family Guyin

Couldn't catch these lines if you were Frank or Wes Welker in the Dolphins

Kermit the frog herein

Large egos like stewie's head and little balls like Peter griffin

But you dogs wanna a bonin?

Thinkin cause you speaking like Brian

You get the cool whip

But yall jus cool whipped

N when it comes to the appeal of whippin

You babyfaces be screamin no i dont do bdsmin

But thats cool tho I don't fool wit

Whippets

I only wip it out when it calls for progression

And that's a work in

Gutter bowlin

No strikin

Lines as magnetic as lighnin

Uneven slices

Mathematical dices

3.14159 is

Rhymes unendin

I got people pinin (for more)

Sayin please baby please give me one mo hittin

But I ain't no Ike n

Tina down the river rollin

Tho i know yall teenin for the classics

Like I'm DeVante, K-Ci, Joel, & Dalvin

I get so sick

Pf the same songs playin

I swear it's like the universe be all 4 one against this movement

I'm quite feverish

But even at 19 I knew I was covid

Rhymes so ill they the deadliest

Catchin bullets

Rush hour bloopin

Guess I gotta dumb it down n get the stoopin

Folks out here gettin

Caught by the same old Charlie Brown football (Lucy) smokin

I love - they thought I said loosely

But I'm usually

Not a cannon but this BlackOutProduction

Got me up in amazement

In the first revision

It was 4:30 somethin

N I can burn these fumes till the word count is empty

I'm gettin itchy

You buggers buggin me

But I guess it's true what they say isn't it

It's a bug's life so you should expect some stingin

But I'm floatin

Like a butter flyin

Smoother than a criminal an I ain't lyin

I may got the eye of the tiger but I got the roarin mane of a lion

Damn does it stink in here oh no wait that's jus my dragons breath - I'm spittin hot fire

Wired like a secret agent

Create Success Investigation

These criminal minds

Are lyrical ties

To dress you up n get ready for I's

I pledge allegiances

I do marry you death do us part tills

Stills in I's

Like I's solemnly swear that I am up to semicolons

No good riddance

From first to last

Again I am a lyricist

I will use my two arms to strum my pain with this stringed instrument

This kyre its jus

My Greek Day of recognitions

Oops my Green day

I'll be captain planet

Savin the earth will be one of my serenist moments

Altoid break in

Playin linemen tic tac toe in poundin offense

Hashtaggin defense

Somebody please wake me up when September ends

Cause you family guys are still wishin I loop a line for cool whip again

Please cool it now then

Make sure you call me the new Indiana Jones wit the cool whippin sense

Tomb raidin jt

Why is it people will sign their name next to an X for treasure huntin

But won't walk the plank to sign next to the X line of friendship

Diggin up artifacts that's ancient

Has your cookie dipped in yet?

I'm thick in the thinnin of LeBron James' hair ulignment

n if you already know that you can't have pie without cool whip

Why'd you make me flip it

I guess it's cause the u n on top of each other is in perfect alignment

On this track I'm racin

I'm only speakin one thing about equation

And that's The United Nations.

(Emphasis on the H'in)

Forest of Pages (Sounds of The Great Lakes)

By Mr. PoetAll

[wandaluvstacos]

THE ONLY SECONDS THAT MATTER

CHAPTER EIGHT IS UP!

Genre: Contemporary Romance Rating: 18+

Includes: Extensive horse nerdery + cowboys, mxm romance (1 trans + 1 cis), some discussion child abuse, some instances of trans/homophobia (it is rural Oklahoma, y'all), depression, occasional sex scene (but it’s a slow burn for sure)

Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.

Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.

Excerpt:

“You’re a good guy, Vic. You know that?” Johnny reached and wrapped a strong hand around Victor’s bicep and gave it a squeeze. “They don’t make many like ya.”

“I could say the same of you.”

“I’m a fuckin’ wreck.” Johnny pulled away and sighed, pulling a crumpled paper towel out of his jeans pocket to dab at his face. “My life’s a mess.”

“How so?”

“I’m a lil jealous of ya. The way you’ve got everything together. You’re so calm and cool. You know how many single guys at thirty have their life in order? One. You. That’s it.”

“I—that’s not true.”

“Every guy I know with his shit together is married. Us bachelors are fuckin’ losers. ‘Cept you, I guess.”

Victor had to laugh, even if he didn’t agree. “I don’t think you’re a loser.”

“Well, you don’t know everythin’ about me.”

“I know you were good enough at bronc riding to make a career of it. Not many can say that.”

Johnny chuckled. “Ain’t no sane man in rodeo, and every rodeo man you ask will tell ya the same thing. You don’t get on the back of a wild horse ‘less a bit of you wants to die. Happy men don’t do that. Happy men date their high school sweethearts and get jobs as… I dunno, plumbers.”

“I do think you’re crazy for riding rodeo. But I don’t think it makes you a loser.”

“Sure it does. Most people wanna have meaning in their life, they have kids or travel or fuck girls or whatever. Me? The only meaning I had was when I was on a bucking horse. Those eight seconds were the only seconds that mattered. It was the only time I felt…” He trailed off, blinking slowly. “Alive? Free? Somethin’. Didn’t need to be drugged up or nothin’ to feel high. It was the coolest feelin’ in the world. But you only get it for a few seconds. Then life is real again, and you’re getting’ trampled under the hooves of a twelve-hundred pound animal.” He squeezed his arms between his knees. “Too much of my life was spent chasing those eight seconds and tryin’ to forget all the rest of it. It caught up with me eventually.” He tipped his head as a way of gesturing to his facial scars. “Now I got nothin’. Spent all the money I made on medical bills and rehab, and I’m back to square one. Worse than square one. On square one I had my horse.”

“You have the other two.”

“Yeah. Can’t ride either of ‘em though. Lou’s got arthritis, and Captain had a shoulder injury that turned her into a pasture pet. Captain’s still young enough to breed, so maybe I should do that.” He sighed. “I love both of them, but ain’t no horse like Colonel. She was up there strugglin’ and kickin’ but when I showed up, she just… stopped. She trusted me. She—” His voice thinned out, and he sniffed. “She trusted me and I did her in.”

[t-t-t-trasher]

SANDMAN HOGWARTS AU (part 2) LETS GO!!

since asked (thank u!) anyway here we go w some more headcanons

it got a bit out of hand but ehh enjoy~

• hob is huflepuffs team leader in quidditch

• death is gryffindors

• dream is exellent chaiser but thinks hes above the sport  (also not a teamplayer)

• he still plays time to time w friends  but likes reading more

• jed n delirium r bestfriends

• he thinks shes super cool with her magic hair n stories she shares w him

• del likes how geniue n easily amazed hes is

• they r the youngest n have their own little adventures sometimes

• death n hob r teachers favourites

• they both become headgirl n headboy to no ones suprise

• hob is natural at quiddich n magical creatures studies

• hes v interested in magic history n studies that a lot w dream n death

• all of the endless sibling r exellent with magic n rather powerful hence old pure blood n that

• death n hob often sneak to the kitchen to get snacks

• mervyn is an ass to everyone but  dream n no one knows why but they can guess

• otherwise hes kinda of a prick to all

• exept to delirium. he likes her! u go funky lil witch

• delirium is a metamorphmagus but cant really control of it so her hair n eyes change color almost all the time

• desire made a drinking game out of it

• basically u had to try guess the next color

• that night, a lot went to shit

• biggest detention count is OWNED tecnically by desire but they have talked themself out of them so many times that cori holds the title now

• dream comes second bc he can be a real arrogant bitch

• no professor or student is safe from his "additude"

• hob has a cat :) he named her meowrphy aka murphy

• why? he will never tell but u can guess

• constantine knows but only bc she won a bet against hob

• hes still bitter bc she fights dirty

• desire tried to get a chihuahua as a pet in hogwarts

• he almost did but in the end despair put a stop to it

• the nightmares!!! professors!!!

• u know that scene in hp1 where mcgonagall transforms from a cat? yeah gault energy right there

• she does it every year to first years to assert dominance

• obviously gilbert teaches botany

• i also wana say that hes the headmaster. he can do both as a treat :)

• he has the most magical green house (guess the name lol)

• dream used to hang there often when he wanted to be alone

• now hob hangs there w him

• abel n cain teach magical creature studies

• they bicker a lot but no worse than that

• they r hobs fav professors since its his fav subject

• desire+dream+cori biggest bitch energy n not in the good way

• desire is determined to be the sexiest menace u ever meet but gets over their head sometimes

• cori can be an absolute ass n doesnt care hes charming so he gets away with it often

• dream just has issues. w so many things

• he gets better tho cuz he actually starts to try later

• "there more to life than just becoming all knowing n powerful wizard.....n being a lil bitch"

• they all have big get togethers on holidays

• they get messy

• even the sibling by themselfs alone r disasterous n to add more ppl? ohh man

• despair n myrtle r besties

• they gossip n hang together a lot

let me know if u wana hear more! i had some dreamling notes on my phone but kinda strugglin w it rn but yah :D ohhhhhhhh n also kinda thinking about like dreamling professor hogwarts au too,,, w be pretty neat

[sav1ored]

THE TENDER MOMENT BETWEEN THEM CUTS SHORT, HE ISN'T surprised by the VENOM SPITTING past her twin flesh, he's used to it by now. That doesn't mean it doesn't STING still. Usually, he brushes off her harshness as best as he can, but something about this time hit a fucking nerve. The man's face contorted with frustration, his eyes narrowing and his teeth clenched tightly. " Like I haven't heard THAT ONE BEFORE ! " He exclaimed with a hint of annoyance. His tone was sharp and laced with bitterness. " You sound like a broken record, Maggie. Do you really think I'm living in a fantasy world ? Cause you like to remind me all the fuckin' time and y'know what ? I'm gettin' real tired of that shit. " He continued, his voice rising with rage. He was clearly agitated and the more he spoke, the more his blood began to boil. Negan suddenly rose from his seat, his back facing Maggie as he ran his hands through his hair with irritation. The words she spoke were digging into his heart, creating a darkness he knew all too well. He turned back to face her, his finger pointed directly at her face. " You're the one jealous here, Maggie ? Is the green-eyed monster creeping in on you ?! " he snarled, his laughter ringing with vexation.

" Y'know what Maggie. For once in your fuckin' life you need to take that stick out of your tight lil' ass and lighten the fuck up ! YOU THINK you're the only one strugglin', huh ? Strugglin' with ALL THIS SHIT ?! You don't think this shit consumes me like a fuckin' DRUG ?! You think I'm skippin' around singing sweet TUNES as if everythin' is handy dandy ?! You think I don't know that... ? Know that we can't ever be what you claim to be my ' fuckin' fantasy '--- which BY THE FUCKING WAY is my feelings, I can't help what I feel, I might be the BIG BAD WOLF in your story, but you can't deny you saw a part of me that isn't as evil, that isn't ALL ugly ! You feel what you wanna feel, I feel what I wanna feel ! " His chest rising and falling rather quickly, he should just leave, it'll be best for the two of them if he just walked away like she wanted him to. It feels wrong though, something in him begging for him to stay and FIGHT FOR WHAT THEY HAVE, but he's hurting deep, and he can't THINK STRAIGHT when his rage and broken heart are a tangled mess.

As he takes a step back, his hand CLENCHES TIGHTLY by his side, his knuckles turning white as a sheet. His body feels heavy, exhausted with all this back and forth between the two of them, and his head pounding like a fucking bitch. In a voice barely above a whisper, he speaks, as if sharing a secret meant only for the two of them, not even the dead could hear them. " You're so afraid.., " he says, his words laced with understanding. " And I don't blame you. You're right I'm an idiot to sit here and have these fucking hopes and dreams about the two of us actually livin' happily ever after. It's a FUCKIN' FANTASY.... you said it best, after all. Congratulations Maggie RHEE ! Clap. Fucking. Clap. " He claps his hands mockingly, the sound echoing through the forest like a gunshot.

Even though he tries his best to control his emotions he just can't help the aching feeling in his chest, his heart hammering inside his ribcage, he should've left her alone, now look at him ? A fuckin' fool to be in love with the one thing he can't have. Though he knew no matter what he felt right now, no matter the amount of annoyance he felt towards Maggie, he still knew deep down that after all this... he'd miss her, and would always have a place in his heart where she would forever remain. " Tell me you hate me, I wanna hear you fuckin' say it. SAY IT with your guts. Say it like you MEAN IT. You don't want this, right ? THERE IS no US right ? Then fuckin' tell me you despise me, tell me you regret all of it. Tell me you regret our little cabin, I'll torch it down if yeh' want ! Cause the hell with it all... who gives a fuck.... "

THEY DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, anybody could walk in on them at any moment witnessing the two of them arguing like a bickering couple. He's breathing heavily, lips pressed into a thin line, nostrils flaring. Shifting his eyes from Maggie to the trees beyond them. Running a hand down his face, shaking his head with a sigh. " .... Part of me wishes I meant all that.. I really fuckin' wish it was that painless to forget our moments together... I really wish I could. I wish I could change the past... I wish I could take back what I did... yes, I told you I wish I had KILLED you all. But deep down I didn't mean it... least not when it came to you. NEVER YOU. You mean too much to me, and that's the shit that hurts. But like you said whatever, you do you. I'll do me. "

     𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗲  𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗮𝘀  𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆  𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿  𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝗻𝗼𝘄,     she  had  no  right  to  be  jealous  or  angry  at  him  for  doing  whatever  he  felt  he  needed  to  do.     maybe  it  was  the  feeling  that  she  was  just  another  body  in  his  bed.     but  she  also  knew  that  wasn't  the  case  with  them.     things  had  never  been  just     𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲     for  the  two  of  them.     it  had  been  intense  and  different  than  anything  she  could  ever  have  expected  because  with  the  two  of  them,  it  was  always  going  to  be  layers  of  complicated  emotions.     she  always  tried  to  not  give  it  too  much  thought,  to  just  simplify  it  to  a  way  of  releasing  tension  between  them  because  at  least  if  they  were  having  sex,  they  weren't  fighting  and  trying  to  kill  each  other.     but  it  had  become  so  much  more  than  just  physical  and  that  was  where  she  had  felt  torn  between  keeping  him  at  distance  and  wanting  him  as  close  as  possible.     maggie  had  been  the  reason  this  had     𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱     and  now  she  was  faced  with  the  reality  of  what  that  meant,  she  didn't  like  it  and  she  couldn't  even  hide  that.

     𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿  𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲  𝗹𝗲𝘁  𝗵𝗶𝗺  𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆  𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀,     she  should've  just  said  thank  you  in  front  of  the  others  and  headed  back  towards  hilltop  without  so  much  of  another  look  at  him.     maggie  didn't  trust  herself  around  him,  she  couldn't  seem  to  keep  her     𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀     under  control  with  him,  as  evident  with  the  way  that  she  hadn't  been  able  to  keep  the  tone  out  of  her  voice  and  the  way  she  knew  that  her  eyes  were  dark  as  she  looked  at  him.     this  wasn't  fair,  she  had  no  right  to  be  feeling  like  this.     get  it  together,  maggie.     but  it  was  too  late,  she  knows  they  have  their  ways  of  just  pushing  each  other  and  it  was  getting  to  a  level  that  she  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  someone  overheard  them.     this  was  why  she  knew  that  she  had  made  the     𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁  𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻     to  end  it  before  things  really  did  get  to  a  point  of  no  return.

     𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀  𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻  𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸  𝗮𝘀  𝗵𝗲  𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿,     his  grip  tight  on  her  arm  and  she  didn't  dare  look  away  from  him  for  a  moment,  hanging  on  every  single  word  that  he  threw  at  her.     it  was  almost  as  if  she  needed  the  affirmation  that  she  had  done  the  right  thing.     but  all  she  could  feel  was  this     𝗴𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁     as  she  knew  that  he  was  hurting  because  of  her.     she  felt  like  she  could  be  burnt  alive  by  the  look  in  his  eyes,  knowing  that  she  should  just  push  him  away,  tell  him  to  get  away  from  her.     but  she  didn't,  she  took  everything  he  said  and  she  hated  knowing  that  she  had  hurt  him  more  than  she  ever  could've  expected  to  when  she  had  told  him  to  leave.     they  hadn't  been     𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹     enough,  people  were  starting  to  take  notice  and  she  couldn't  afford  to  have  people  questioning  her  more  than  they  already  were,  due  to  her  refusal  for  taking  the  commonwealth's  help.     she  had  taken  her  frustration  out  on  him  and  she  knew  how  unfair  she  would  be,  but  she  wouldn't  change  anything  right  now.

     𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀  𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝘂𝗽  𝘁𝗼  𝗿𝘂𝗯  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲  𝗮𝘀  𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘀,     she  couldn't  afford  to  escalate  this  into  a  fight  and  she  needed  him  to  see  that  her  ending  whatever  it  was  between  them  was  the  right  thing  for  both  of  them.     whatever  delusional  dream  he  had  of  them  actually  being  together,  it  was  just  that     -     a  dream.     it  would  never  happen,  not  when  she  had  so  many  people  looking  to  her,  not  when  she  had  her  son  to  think  about  and  to  rebuild  a     𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲  𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲     for  them  all.     the  two  of  them  would  never  be  together,  even  if  all  that  had  changed.     how  could  she  ever  be  with  him?     after     𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴     he  had  done  and  never  apologised  for.     in  fact  he  told  her  that  he  wouldn't  change  a  thing  and  if  he  could  go  back,  he  would've  killed  them  all.     negan  had  caused  her  the  most  pain  that  she  ever  could've  experienced  in  her  life  and  he  had  never  expressed  any  form  of  regret  or  anything.     hands  drop  back  down  to  her  sides  as  she  looks  at  him,  her  face  showing  little  to  no  emotion  as  she  looked  at  him,     "     you're  still  living  in  some  crazed  fantasy  that  what  we  had  was  more  than  what  it  was.     get  it  in  your  head,  you  and  i  will  never  be  together  in  that  way!     ever!     "     maggie  was  a  mess  of  contradictions  and  she  knew  that,  she  had  been  the  one  to  even  express  some  jealousy  towards  how  he  was  choosing  to     𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹     with  her  ending  this.     she  was  still  not  being  fair  and  she  was  incredibly  aware  of  that.

     𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗮  𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵  𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸  𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀  𝗼𝗳  𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿,     letting  out  a  deep  breath  as  she  looks  around,  knowing  their  time  was  running  out  and  it  wouldn't  be  long  before  more  commonwealth  soldiers  would  be  here.     she  needed  to  get  her  people  back  to  hilltop  and  she  needed  to     𝗴𝗲𝘁  𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆     from  him  as  soon  as  possible.     maggie  knew  that  if  they  ever  ran  into  each  other  again,  it  would  never  be  simple  and  easy,  nothing  between  them  ever  would  be,     "     you  really  think  that  after  everything  you  have  done  that  we  would  ever  get  to  be  like  that?     i  can't  believe  that  i  almost  let  myself     .     .     .     "     her  words  fall  off,  not  wanting  to  give  him  anymore  hope  that  something  would  be  more  than  what  it  was.     she  had  let  the  shock  of  seeing   him  again  and  seeing  him  with  someone  else  blind  her  for  a  moment,  but  she  had  never  things  more  clearly  than  she  did  right  now,     "     do  whatever  you  want,  negan,  you  always  have.     i'm  going  to  take  my  son  home  and  i  just  pray  that  we  never  have  to  come  face  to  face  again,     "

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[meirimerens]

hi hello a question about the pathologic blorbos (and their families possibly) and homophobia; expressing it, repressing it, internalising it. all that jazz. also any possible hypothetical non cis headcannons ?

gonna answer that last part bc it's the fastest: I've drawn most of the (adult!!!) pathologic blorbos I care about like In The Full Nude with the one they love at some point so if you've seen those you have your answers or at least can deduct them. i love and cherish all of my friends' hcs especially when/if they're able to Elaborate on it like all the hcs and bits and pieces and Ways These Characters Relate To Themselves/Each Other with/within/thanks to their transness and the Web Of It i eat that up i drink that up i enter my excited dog era. in my witness to greatness era. that's part 1 of answer.

now part 2 (cracks my knuckles and it echoes for thousands of years)

Dankovsky; he's the one i have The Most Thoughts about because. I'm dangling him like a little worm for the fish currently.

i think he knew very early. like 11yo that he was gay. it never was... a surprise for him. he tried to keep it relatively On Da Low because of his family matters (mentioning that in a bit) and didn't seek relationships during his teenage years. when he went to uni, it truly became like Solidified that He Did Like Men, and it kinda... scared him a lil. (one of the reasons I think he stopped drinking at uni very early on is because it gave him Thoughts about his male classmates and he was like Oh God No). he has an enormous propensity to Desire, and that's because he refused (and refuses) himself so much (he has a huge propensity to desire because he refuses himself, and refuses himself because he has a huge propensity to desire... y'know. snake bites its tail). he took on a very I'm Busy With My Studies/My Work I Can't Have A Relationship facade but actually it's cos he Strugglin With It.

to me his mother's side of the family is armenian, his father's georgian; both are relatively/very religious countries (Armenian orthodoxy for armenia, eastern orthodoxy for Georgia) so he was raised orthodox, and it brought in a general Atmosphere of homophobia, even if his parents never were truly virulent towards him.

Georgia from what I've been told has pretty strict traditions and the culture around masculinity and what A Real Man(tm) is is A Big Thing, and I think his dad started being like. 😬 when dankovsky picked up the cello as a kid instead of Guns And Weapons, and 😬😬 when he saw he wasn't getting any girls in middle & high school. He started distancing himself from his son a little because he was like Oh God I Know What That Means and an ""effeminate"" [dankovsky is 500km from being effeminate but a stricter a culture is about masculinity's rules, the smaller deviations become more apparent] son stains the father of that effeminacy (worldwide spread belief honestly), but Daniil still... was His Boy. they bonded over beetles. dad insisted Dankovsky know how to handle a weapon because he still very much wanted him to be a tough guy maybe a famed soldier or general one day, also to overcompensate what he perceived as lacking masculinity [literally dankovsky is not even that unmanly, dad was just very set in his ways]. now dankovsky is gay AND a menace. when dankovsky left for uni, dad wanted to... mend the bond a bit. eventually accepted his son was gay. offered him a chokha [georgian traditional attire] as a form of... You Might Be Gay. But You're Still My Son And I Still Think You're A Real Man, Because Only Real Men Might Wear This. Even If You Are Gay [he's not even that effeminate]. and since then they've fared well. dad doesn't get in his business too much.

his relationship with his mom was less strained because 1) as a woman, she doesn't have that My Son Must Be Straight And Masculine Or I, Too, Will Look Like A Effeminate Homosexual so she cares less and 2) to me she was like. I Spent 9 Months Making Him I'm Not Going To Be Mad At Him Over That. she's still kinda reserved about it like We Don't Talk About It :D way, but it's easier for her to accept. The one day daniil brings his man over she's like. 👀 good taste Danya.

Burakh

hilarious to me honestly. he's a late bloomer (like he discovered that about himself During The Events Of The Game). for years to me he was like "damn haha there's something fundamentally wrong with me I am incapable of love 👍" (cue his: "I'm not sure I know how to love." line from P2 pantomime). for years he just thinks there's something wrong with him but that's just because He Didn't Look The Other Way. so for decades he doesn't even know there's a closet. he doesn't know what a closet is. and when he suddenly starts to have an Inkling he might be gay he's like. aawww... what am I supposed to do with that.....

to me re:family well. his dad is dead. and even if he sees him in dreams, I think his father's potential wishes have very little weight on the scales. he has, narratively, to come to the realization that He Might Do, Or Have To Do Things That Go Against His Father's Will, Wishes, And Kin, and in that swoop he also deals with the Gay Thing. not really any... problems on his mom's side since the biological one is dead, and the Earth spits out homosexuals like sunflowers seeds honestly (I've mentioned how I think A Number of the herb brides are bi or gay + it's not a big deal, so I think it's not a big deal to them for Burakh either. that's just his problem now!)

since he [Didn't] Know How To Love he has to like. learn, in a way, all the ways to show affection and such. dankovsky had almost 20 years for everything to Bubble Up Inside and for burakh everything Hits Him in like 6 days so. love wins really.

Rubin

he had An Inkling pretty early on that he was gay but was like. what if I don't see it 👍. then he went to the army [p1 lore] and was like. oooaaagh I see it. he already feels Like A Disappointment to Isidor so he's not particularly moved on that side + Monk-Like Guy so he's like "I'll just stay celibate (shrugs)" (AND THEN DOESN'T!) but also... he doesn't live his homosexuality too bad. because anyone who could give him shit for it he could just crush them like soda can. so.

Peter

his mom had An Inkling he would turn out gay when he was little bc he was Sensitive and Not Like Other Boys and in them days [and still today for many families tbh] those are the Tell-Tale Signs. when andrey came out as bi at age like 14 and peter got himself a gf at that age too she was like "Oh... i must have been mistaken then. Ok it's that one. i guess peter is just like that :)". then peter came out also as bi at age like. 19. and she was like. "Oh. so I wasn't completely off. a little off." he didn't bring anyone home for 10 years and she was starting to get scared he'd just be alone always but then. he finds himself a nice guy. love wins.

i think he realized he was bi at uni. he had always liked girls, had like a gf in middle school (nothing serious since they were in middle school), then just thought nothing of it until he was surrounded with male classmates in their bright ages and he was like. ooooh I see how it is.

i've mentioned it already but i think their father, as a piece of shit, really disliked the Vibes he got from peter. mean about it. then they decided they wouldn't put up with him any longer so. bi rights AND bi wrongs I guess.

Andrey

cf. Peter's paragraphs. knew he was bi early and didn't let anyone give him shit for it ever. still doesn't. very comfortable in it. might have had a lil thang for dankovsky at uni before he heard dankovsky speak and it turned his wenis outside in with the sheer cringe he felt. this led him to becoming obsessed with him because no one before had left such a mark on him before and now. here we are.

he was very bold towards dankovsky in uni like "you got a problem with me and the boys sitting on each others' laps? 🤨 you... homophobic?" and dankovsky had to be like Oh My God No I'm Not. No I'm Not... and then andrey was the first person daniil told he was gay to, made him promise to Shut It about it, and since then andrey has lived like that one image of plushie pikachu looking like it's holding back very very hard not to say a curse word.

Yulia

she had Obvious Signs of being a lesbian at a young age and her parents kinda... had to deal with it. you can't do much really. as I've said they're pretty 🤷🤷‍♂️ about it. the familial atmosphere at home was already pretty formal and distant so all yulia had to do was say she was a lesbian and then move on with her life. she doesn't tell her parents she kisses a woman on the reg now, but they kinda don't have to know in a way.

she had a kind of I'm Very Busy With My Work I Can't Be In A Relationship when she first took her independence, maybe because she still wanted to Please Her Parents, but very quickly realized that. fuck it we ball. they're not here to see anyways.

Eva

her parents do not know she's bi, they haven't known before and they won't know later. she was always a free-spirited child who liked to do her own thing and leave her home at night and go hang out with friends, I think she knew she was bi age 15 and had her first girlfriend age 16 that she would slip away when everyone was asleep and go see. she, too, was very comfortable in her bisexuality, I think that's what brought her and andrey together (bi4bi evil/angel couple. thank you pathologic) + she really appreciated he didn't try to stifle her free-spiritedness. she barely gives any news to her parents so she's balling.

all i gaht for now... there are many a characters I think are gay or bi but I don't Think ABout It Too Much, or not enough to have like. LORE! for that. :3

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 9+10]

Original title: 痛みの中で & 極限の吸愛 (デスエクスタシー)

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note:

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TRACK 9: AMIDST THE PAIN

*Rustle*

“Come on...Open your eyes. Keep them only on me, ‘kay?”

Ayato continues to kiss you passionately.

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

“I won’t make it hurt...It’ll only feel good…”

You frown.

[00:31] “Aah…? You’re scared regardless? Hahaha. It’ll be over before you know it once the pleasure kicks in.”

You continue to protest. 

“What if you won’t be able to walk anymore, you ask? Good question...Then, I’ll just carry you ‘round instead, Chichinashi. Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

[01:06] “...Ah. Hah...Fuck...This is startin’ to get seriously dangerous...I’m havin’ a hard time findin’ the strength to twist off your leg as well...Damn...Whatever...I’ll just suck from whichever spot I can reach…Haah...Right. Hahaha...This place might not be half bad…”

*Rustle rustle*

“I haven’t bitten you here yet, have I? ーー Your heart. I’ll give you my fangs here.”

*Cling cling*

*Sluuuuurp*

“I’m sure it’ll be scrumptious…”

You seem skeptical. 

[01:57] “Aah? You wanna know if I can even plunge my fangs inside your heart? Fool! I’m gonna thrust them in really deep. Fortunately, I should just barely be able to reach it even with these chains holdin’ me back. If it turns out to be impossible, there’s still the option of twistin’ off your leg regardless. However, I don’t think that’d be enough to calm my anger, so I’ll chop off your hands as well.”

Your eyes widen in fear.

“Hahaha…”

You beg for his mercy.

[02:35] “What? Don’t start cryin’ already when I haven’t even done anythin’ yet. It’s hella annoyin’...I’m sure it’ll feel amazin’ when I suck from your heart. I’m sure you’re happy as  well. Not only do you get to experience pleasure, but you’re given a chance to offer something precious to the man you love. You might just rank up from bein’ just prey.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:06] “Hahaha...You’re shiverin’? Don’t worry. You won’t die even if I suck blood from your heart. Well, it’s fine if you’re scared. Just scoot a lil’ closer. I’ll hold you in my arms. Not that you’re particularly soft or cozy to the touch.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Here I come. Just entrust everythin’ to me. Relax, and accept my fangs.”

*Rustle*

[03:44] “Exactly...Just like that...I’m goin’ straight for the heart.”

Ayato latches down.

“Hahn...Nn...Hah…Keep still!”

*Cling*

“Succumb to me...and don’t resist!”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[04:18] “Hah...Haah, haah...This is bad...What’s with this taste? ...Fuck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah, hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[04:46] “Mmh…Haah, haah...Dammit...At this rate...I might just tear apart your heart with my fangs...But still...I can’t stop…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn−!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah…! Chichinashi...You don’t mind, do you?”

You tell him it feels good.

“Hahaha...Exactly. It’s amazin’ for me too…I also feel as if I’m ‘bout to melt...Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:34] “...Haah? Harder? Hahaha! You damn nympho! Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards if you lose your mind for real. Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Rustle rustle*

“Hahー! Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[06:08] “...Shit...My stomach’s on fire...I don’t know how to describe this sensation as it coats my tongue...Haah…”

*Rustle*

“The one thing I can say is that your blood really is the best...and somethin’ very special to me. Haah, haah...Exactly...Give me more...More!!”

He continues drinking your blood.

“Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...Hah...Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…!”

*Rustle*

[07:04] “Oi! Don’t go faintin’ on me now! We have to get rid of these chains to escape this place. It might hurt, but you can push through it, right? ...I’ll give you another intense one. I’ll thrust my fangs all the way in at once, so you won’t be able to feel anythin’ but pure bliss. Okay?”

You nod.

[07:35] “Here it comes...I’ll pierce you even deeper…”

*Rustle*

“Ughーー!!”

Ayato bites you aggressively.

*Gulp gulp*

[07:55] “Hahn...Nn...Don’t thrash ‘bout…! It makes it difficult to suck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[08:12] “Hah...Don’t worry...We’re almost there...Just focus on feelin’ my fangs…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Mmh...Haah…”

*Gulp*

“Nn...Nnh...Hahー! Hahn...Haah…”

*CLING*

TRACK 10: THE ULTIMATE BLOODY LOVE (1) ( DEATH ECSTASY)

“Haah, haah...Ugh…”

*Cling cling*

“With this...We’ve finally been freed from these vexin’ chains, huh? Hahaha…”

*Smack smack*

“Oi, Chichinashi. You still alive?”

You whimper.

[00:20] “Hahaha...Guess you no longer feel the pain. Seems like the pleasure was just too intense, you can’t even respond. Oi, Chichinashi. Look this way.”

*Rustle*

“Your face’s a mess.”

You ask him about the chains. 

“Haah…? The chains? They came off. It didn’t hurt, did it? Even though realistically speakin’, the pain should have been almost unbearable. Hahaha…”

*Cling*

[00:54] “Ah, speakin’ of which...Reiji did mention once that people lose their ability to experience pain when pushed to their utmost limit. However, I guess the same can’t be said ‘bout pleasure, huh? Humans are seriously fascinatin’...Actually, this might not be a human thing...Chichinashi, you’re the only one who is like this. You’re such a funny chick…

[01:26] Anyway...You’re covered in blood, huh? Well, guess that’s to be expected. You’ve lost all strength in your body as well. Still, while I don’t feel as worked up as before, I’m still thirsty. The fun has only just begun...Thanks to those guys, we’ve got plenty of time on our hands as well.”

*Cling cling*

[01:56] “Hehehe...Guess I should be grateful to them for that at least. ...Say, Chichinashi. We’re in no rush, are we? For starters...It’d be a shame to let this blood gushin’ out go to waste, so I’ll drink it all up.”

*Rustle*

“The heavy scent of your blood…is nearly makin’ me choke… I can’t get enough of it…Haah...It’s makin’ my head spin…”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:31] “Haah...I can’t...The smell is too strong...It seems like it’s meltin’ my brain...Haah...I can’t...think...straight anymore…”

*SPLATTER*

“Fuck...My body’s goin’ numb...Chichinashi...Show me your leg...Haah, haah…”

*Rustle*

[03:10] “Hahaha...Ahahaha! I’m sure this must be quite the horrifying sight from an outsider’s perspective. A blood-covered human female and a Vampire, entertwined in each other’s embrace while bathing in a pool of even more blood...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[03:46] “Hah...It’s fulfillin’...How do you feel, Chichinashi? I bet you’re happy? I’m covered in your blood from head to toe.”

You fail to reply, merely whimpering in response. 

“I guess you’re too happy, you’re at a loss for words? Hahaha...Guess I can’t blame you. I’m sure you’re strugglin’ to even breathe after losin’ so much blood. ...Ah, from the wound...What a waste.”

*Sluuuurp*

[04:29] “I can’t let it go to waste...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

“Just lappin’ it up with my tongue doesn’t do the trick. I’m sure you feel the same? You want to feel my fangs even more, don’t you?”

*Rustle rustle*

[05:00] “Oi, Chichinashi. Gimme some sort of reaction. ...Did you faint? Come on!”

*Smack smack*

“Fuck…! Guess it can’t be helped. I guess this might wake her up…?”

Ayato bites you.

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:26] “Haah...No use, huh? Did she lose too much blood after all? Hahaha...But I still haven’t had enough. I’m beyond parched...Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:59] “Hahー! ...Even if I were to suck you dry, I’d become thirsty again soon after. Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[06:22] “Hah...You finally gave some sort of reaction, huh?”

You mutter something.

“...Aah? What didya say? Speak a lil’ louder!”

*Rustle*

“Fuck...What a pain…”

He leans in close.

“What’s wrong? What did you say?”

You repeat yourself.

[06:49] “Haah…? You want me to kiss you? ...Haah, fine. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I’ll kiss you as many times as you want. Although as you can see, you’ll end up covered in blood as well as a result.”

*Cling cling*

[07:11] “Haah, haah...Well...I guess you don’t give a damn ‘bout that right now. Now that we’ve walked right into their trap, we can’t turn back time, no matter how much we struggle. In that case, we might as well…”

*Rustle*

“Go as far as we can, pushin’ ourselves to the very limit.”

He kisses you.

[07:47] “Hah...Nn...Chichinashi...Stick out your tongue...Yearn for me...Just like I do for you. Mmh...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“Now that we’ve come this far...You can no longer escape me, Chichinashi...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“You can’t even get out of here without me. ...Right. Should I just tear off your arms as well? Hahaha...Mmh…”

*Smooch*

[08:48] “...Seems like you’re quite into this as well, huh? Yeah...Just like that...Crave me...More and more…! Let’s show those guys exactly what kind of relationship we have...You are my prey. Forever. A special one too at that. Right? ...Come on, lemme suck more. That’s the only way we can enjoy ourselves down here. Besides, I’m still thirsty...Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

[09:41] “So sweet...Haah...More…! I need more…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Hah...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[10:00] “I won’t let anyone else have you. Understood? Exactly. Even if you were to die right now, you’d still belong to me. Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...Nn…”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 吸愛 which is pronounced ‘Kyuu-ai’ is a word often used within the DL franchise, which actually doesn’t exist in the Japanese language. It’s a combination of the characters for ‘to suck (blood)’ and ‘love’. It’s meant to refer to sucking one’s blood as a metaphor for showing your love for someone. I’ve always translated it as ‘bloody love’ myself in the past, so I will again for the sake of consistency.

[mellon1998]

I dug this up to remind everyone of why you should vote for 'Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN' over 'Pee Sauna.'

Look at these boys, look at the joy. Remember Ethan trying to saw through the wood and panicking when it wasn't straight? Remember Ethan strugglin' real hard with the nails? Remember how Mark always took a breath and gently explained to Ethan how to do it? Encouraging him to keep trying even if he messed up? Remember Mark shooting Ethan in the back with a paintball while Ethan freaked out after months of the threat looming over his head? Remember cute lil Chica sittin' in her new bed like the lil cutie she is?

Vote for the goofs and the love. Vote for family. Vote for Ethan Finally Becomes a MAN.

Is there a third one with the same energy? This feels like an incomplete trifecta.