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I got sick today, I had a fever and everything

And I thought about a lot of things, like the word "y'all". It's such a good word because it's just "you all", but it's written the way it sounds when you say it quickly.

Today I'd like to present to you a word, that probably doesn't make much sense, but during my fever it did: "d'sall"

You're basically saying "this all"

But now that I say it out loud, it kinda sounds like "it's all"

Anyway, I just made up an English word. I guess I'm Shakespeare now

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I have some really important information that may concern you and a blogger on Tumblr that I think you might know of, or could be mutuals with…

This was an anon send in that can be found on @running-with-kn1ves blog…

“Ew, you're collaborating with a white supremacist's best friend?

Just a heads up, but @fangdokja-anon has been called out by multiple authors here for being homophobic, fatphobic, and racist, as well as making multiple problematic posts (like wanting to write about genocide and infant SA). The only person who publicly supported her was @yanderedrabbles who praised her in the comments and even made a post to defend her friendship.

It's your choice to have her as a writer for the zine, but please make it public knowledge so people can at least opt out. I myself won't sign up to share space with a bigot.”

Then there was this follow up post by the same anon, who goes into detail of the issues above…

“Sorry for the sudden accusatory ask, I'm one of the people who unfollowed @yanderedrabbles after she openly expressed her support for the homophobe and I was annoyed to see her acting so careless on another blog I follow. I guess she's hoping we'll just forget about it at some point and keeps quiet on her main.

Here's the first post where she explained in many empty words she doesn't care about the issue because the blog has been nice to her and they're friends: https://www.tumblr.com/yanderedrabbles/780435897593315328/hi-idk-if-your-mutuals-with-fangdokja-but-shes?source=share

The problematic post on @fangdokja-anon blog has since been deleted or removed, but I have a screenshot of @yanderedrabbles commenting on it with ‘THATS why your pro pic went all blurry when I logged in. Literally freaked me out so bad. I'm glad to see you reorganising fang! Gonna learn to use AO3 just for you 😘’ while the rest of us were freaking out at the atrocities mentioned.

Instead of coming out and telling us why she chose to publicly support someone who fetishizes stuff like concentration camps and pedophilia she's all giddy about writing for a yandere magazine, like we're dumbasses who'll just swallow up any content. The audacity is amazing.”

Since this all seems to be true, please reconsider any relationship you have with @yanderedrabbles and @fangdokja-anon

This is an unfortunate situation, I would've never expected something like this. Yandere drabbles is a blog that I've always liked, it was one of the many blogs here on Tumblr that inspired me to make my own blog. And with Fangdokja-anon, I've seen her posts on my fyp, she seems to have always been pretty popular, but I wasn't aware of this controversy up until now. I know that it's two different things to "not support" something, than to directly condemn it or attack it. In this case, Fangdokja-anon seems to "not support" gay people–and in all honesty, that confuses me. I can't fully grasp the notion of "not supporting" gay people, I get that the bible says that it's bad, that it's a sin, that people are gonna go to hell for that, etc. But, at the end of the day, I don't believe that this is something that should be up to discussion. To support it or not to support it? We're talking about people. Normal people, just living their lives. People who are not doing anything weird, they're doing the same thing that straight people do. To "not support" something as normal as people loving other people baffles me. I know it's a religious thing, but it's still so confusing. And regarding the other topics such as her, seemingly wanting, but holding back on writing various problematic, or downright wrong subjects. I don't think that I need to say much on that, it's pretty obvious that if those accusations are true, then we're dealing with someone who should not be allowed to express herself freely on this platform. Wether you think this is a drastic take against Fangdokja-anon and Yandere drabbles or not, I think it's important to let people know about this. I do feel like it's a relevant piece of information that people who follow them should know.

I'd like to thank the anon who sent me this. Thank you for letting me know and taking time out of your life to share this.

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@ozzgin draw one of these but with your ocs and I'll give you my first born

My “draw the squad” memes so far

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Today, once I come back from my classes, I'm gonna WRITE

AND I MEAN THIS

I NEED TO WRITE, I'VE BEEN TOO DISTRACTED WITH ASSIGNMENTS AND STUFF, BUT I'M GONNA DO THIS!

If I come home and I don't sit my ass down and write, I give you my full consent to: come to my house. Punch me in the throat. Hug my mom. Drink some OJ. And steal all my pens and pencils.

I don't wanna procrastinate again 😭😭😭😭

I should be able to focus and just write

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Thank you for tagging me, gorgeous ❤️ I feel seen! I like when someone acknowledges my existence

This was a bit hard for me to do cause I'm too indecisive, and I wasn't sure how to categorize everything 😭

But it's nice to know that there are others who share the same questionable likings as me

I guess we are all just freaky weirdos at the end of the day 🩷

You could do this if you want, but feel free to decline 😘: @acquelus-ussy @a-mint-bear

something i found

in terms of entirely green or entirely blue i didnt get bingo </3

if u disagree with my choices send me the most 'this will fix you.' fanfic in my ask box. or argue idc

MY ADDENDUMS BC I LIKE TO OVEREXPLAIN also original under the cut

i am so neutral about most tropes its all about delivery jgkdshkdshgdk .... some of the yellow i would even say i dislike but the delivery can make me like it

a lot of the blue ones i would enjoy if there were some sort of subversion from the 'typical'/expected, or there's some layers. like if its an age gap i prefer an older woman-younger man. i like gentle dom and sub. i like necro if its angsty or yandere.

omegaverse is the bane of my existence i'm sorry. it feels like gender roles but if we made it lgbt but also if they were just kinda cishet LMFAOOO but dw i see the appeal! obviously, since theres purple. also i think sex is just funner when ppl do it just because. not because they literally have no choice due to biology

size difference overrated i'm sorry. i see the appeal though.

i made servitude orange but realistically i would enjoy it if its willing/devoted servitude. i was imagining forced servitude i guess.

original

tagging @sophiethewitch1 @hana-no-seiiki @arkhamshoneybee @couldeatthatgirlforlunch @obsessivevoidkitten @deviouz

only if u want!

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~You can call me yours, just not late for dinner!~

˚₊‧꒰ა Masterlist ໒꒱‧₊˚

Yandere Alien (part 1) / (part 2)

Yandere Vampire

Yandere God

Yandere Camp Counselor

Yandere Cowboy

Yandere Older Cowboy

˚₊‧꒰ა Small Extras ໒꒱‧₊˚

Yan Alien and his parents

Yan Alien as a househusband

Yan Alien's appearance (sort of)

The Campbell ladies

Yan Older Cowboy x Reader coded

I write suggestive scenes, but not explicit ones (NSFW). Not because I'm against it, I just don't know how :c

I try to write the reader as gender neutral, but you can request for me to write a gendered reader if you want

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Guess who has wifi now?

ME

Come to daddy everybody! 😫👍🥺💋😩😤🧁

I've missed this place so much. Tumblr is like my home now, I can't live without it

It amazes me that I get wifi 3 days before I come back home, it's been two freaking weeks detoxing from my vices

Let's see what stories I've been missing on

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Thank you so much n4n4 😩

My beloved, my moon, my loyal sweetheart 💕💜💓🩷

Please tell me when your birthday is, I need to know when to make the annual blood sacrifice 😊

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TANGO TANGO I MEANT TANGO I SWEAR THERES AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE WHEREIN YOUR TUMBLR USERNAME IS MARSIAN CRISIS AND I ACTUALLY COME FROM THERE SO.

It's okay, seriously it's fine, my love!

Thank you so much for wishing me a happy birthday 😭 you're a sweetheart 💗💗💗

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Today's my eighteenth birthday!

Yay!!

I'm not sure what I'm gonna do with my life, I don't even look eighteen, time is flying and I'm afraid of becoming an adult, I haven't even had my first kiss yet, I get anxious when I have to order something at McDonald's on my own, and I feel like everybody around me already knows what path they want to take in life

But I can drink now, so I guess that's good 👍

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I agree with this, I'm gonna start implementing it on the fics I like.

Ps: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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Hello, my beloved freaks 🩷🩷

I've been procrastinating doing the part 2 for the yandere older cowboy, and I apologize for that

I have to get on a plane in like 20 hours, I need to travel for family matters. The next 2 weeks are gonna be a bit difficult for me, because I don't know if I'll be able to post. The place where I'm going doesn't have the best wifi 😩, but I'll try to post whenever I can. I swear

I'm also sorry for not posting frequently, I really am. I'm lazy and a procrastinator. I got a lot of drafts and little things written already, but the hard part is making those things look decent. English is hard for me and that tends to discourage me 😭😭😭

I love you all, my beautiful weirdos. Don't forget meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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This is sooooo yandere older cowboy and innocent reader!!

AHHHHHH!!!*+>^=;,$[9&

Someone has already asked me to make the next part for him, but I don't know why it's so hard to write it 😭.

I know I want him to take a bolder step between you two, to be a bit more assertive about his claim over you, but I don't know how to write it.

But he's so dreamy 💓🩷❤️💗😫

He's also a bit of a jerk sometimes. The second he gets to have a taste of you, he'll get too carried away and might hurt you a teeny tiny bit. But it'd be a complete accident! He's just so brawny and tough, while you're fragile and sweet. He would never hurt you! Unless you fight against his love for you and disobey him haha

I'll try to come up with something good, I swear. Kisses for everybody muah muah!

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yandere older cowboy x boss's daughter who is an innocent country girl and barely knows that the person she trusts most is the one she should fear most

Yandere Older Cowboy

Living in a bubble of sunshines and rainbows is the best! People make it sound as if living unaware of how the real world is was a bad thing, but it’s not.

Your life is perfect, it’s always been that way. You were born in a caring family, living amongst cute animals, being surrounded by the sweetest townsfolk.

In fact, you don’t even remember having a single bad day!

You love your life. You love helping around the farm. You love staying on the farm. Why would you ever want to leave? Your whole life is here!

And even if you had the strange desire to leave, you could never live with the guilt of being away from your family—their hearts ache with the mere thought of you leaving them!

Your saccharine smiles, your adorable personality, your incandescent kindness. They need to look out for you! You’re far too pure to be able to take care of yourself. The rotten people of this world are looking to sink their teeth on your untainted skin.

But don’t fret! As long as you stay on this farm and remain in your parents’ sight, everything will be as perfect as always.

But will these walls they’ve built be enough to keep you away from the monsters’ harm, when one of those monsters is within these very walls himself?

As delicate as a flower and as bubbly as hot apple cider.

That’s how you were often described.

You always do your chores without complaining, you respect your elders, you help whoever is in need, and you are kind to everybody—no matter what. That’s what you were taught, how you were raised.

You aren’t one to cause trouble, you rather avoid conflict at all cost—but it’s not like you ever had a chance to be rebellious either. You always stick to your parents, like when you visit the nearby town, or even when you try to sell some of your own harvest on your little stand at the agricultural fair. You were never allowed to get too close to people, it’s been that way ever since you were in elementary school—where you didn’t have friends like other kids did, you just had acquaintances.

And although you have the most fun when you spend time with your animal friends at your heavenly farm, you can’t help but want a little more.

“Y/N, get here, sweetie!”

You yelp at the thunderous voice of your mom resonating outside the house.

You take off your oven mittens and set them on the counter, heading to the door and stepping out. Your boots slide across the dirt with a bouncy pace, walking past your little garden—where you have the liberty to plant whatever you want, since you aren’t allowed to do it near the crops.

“What is it, momma?” You smile at her, waiting for her directions with your hands behind your back. You don’t really help around the farm unless your parents specifically tell you to. If they don’t give you the precise instructions of what to do, then you just…keep to yourself. You’ve lived on this farm your whole life, and you’re pretty grown now, but you still don’t trust yourself fully with these things.

“Your daddy’s fixin’ the tractor, the Fletchers took Luisa to the vet, and I need to change the water heater,” She explains quickly, carrying a rag in one hand and a tool box on the other. “So that only leaves you to feed the hungry beasts.”

“Alright, momma.” You nod briefly, as you both start to walk, heading to opposite directions. “Oh! I left a pie in the oven, could you take it out for me?”

“Sure, sweetie!” She shouts before entering the house.

You love spending time with the animals of the farm. They’re always there for you, the cows always let you hug them and nuzzle them—even if it gets kinda annoying after a while; the sheep cuddle with you on the barn on the afternoons when you got nothing else to do; and the chickens are like feathered puppies that you can pet whenever you want. They’re your truest friends!

People tend to think that living in a secluded farm is ‘lonely’ and ‘depressing’, but, boy, are they wrong! You don’t only got your cattle and herd to keep you company, the workers that come to help from time to time are quite friendly too.

And, sure. Your parents don’t exactly approve of you spending time with them, but how can you avoid them when they’re the ones who purposefully seek you out?

Like right now.

“Whatcha doin’, sugar?”

Your breath hitches in anticipation as you recognise the familiar presence, making you halt in your actions. Now—with the trough filled with food for the sheep—you set your bucket down and turn to greet the newfound company.

“Elliot!” You beam with joy, practically throwing yourself at him and wrapping your arms around his neck—standing on your tiptoes to get to his level.

Elliot. Your Elliot. Oh, how empty would your life be without him.

Elliot Halls. Your dear neighbor. The one man that your dad trusts the most. He’s your parents’ business partner, always helping around the farm, whether it's with the management stuff, or the manual one. 

You didn’t really interact with him much until up to two years ago. You were always so busy with school and house chores, and when you finished school, you finally had time to…socialize a bit.

And now you two are basically best friends! He’s the only person that your parents fully trust you around, and—although you love spending time with the animals—you think he might be your favorite person ever!

He’s just so fun, and sweet—and he doesn’t mind hearing you ramble about your interests, or the little things that you find charming, like sunsets or lilies; he lends you a hand when you work, no matter what it is, or if you can do it on your own; he gives you tips for your garden; he brings you stuff you like from when he stops by in town.

“Momma told me to feed the animals, the woolly cuties were the last ones on the list.” You untangle your arms from his neck and take a step back, but he keeps you close to him with a hand on your back. “You usually rest on Thursdays, why are you here?” You tilt your head in confusion.

Elliot grins softly, gently caressing your back over the fabric of your pink overalls. He relishes the sight of you. Your slightly disheveled hair, your favorite overalls—with different embroideries scattered all over it, your smile wrinkles, and that scent—the scent that haunts him in his dreams. The scent that he hopes to find wherever he goes. The scent that clings to your skin.

Cinnamon, carnations, and innocence.

“I heard the tractor needs some fixin’, thought I could stop by and lend a hand.” He explains calmly.

Yeah, cause he totally didn’t come to the farm just to see you, and he totally hasn't been following you around ever since you cooked that apple pie this morning. He would never do such a thing.

Did anybody tell him that the tractor broke down? No. Did he hear your mother mention it while he was watching you? Maybe.

“Oh, but daddy can handle it just fine! Wontcha stay with me instead?” You plead hopefully. “We can go to the lake, or take a stroll. Please!” You knew he had responsibilities. Being the most trusted helper of the farm meant that there were certain things that my parents only trusted him to do, but you just have so much fun when you’re with him!

He gives you a tense smile, trying not to frown in frustration at his own choice. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I should really help your daddy out,” He needed to keep the professional act a bit, stay in your parents’ good graces. If he doesn’t, your parents might not allow you to be around him as much as you do. “But we can do whatever you want after, you just have to be patient.”

You sigh, nodding your head in defeat. Elliot bites his lip, trying to control the cuteness aggression that he gets from looking at you. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you let him, resting your head against his broad chest. You’ve never said no to a warm cuddle from Elliot after all.

While you remain absentmindedly, Elliot feels like he’s about to snap.

You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?

He’s losing his mind, he doesn’t know if he can take much more of…this. He’s the only one that can have precious, little you trapped in his arms like this. So close he can smell your shampoo. So close he can feel your heartbeat. So close he could just…not let you go.

He needs you. He needs to have you. He needs to prevent anyone from getting to you first. He needs to protect your innocence…and keep it for himself.

But he has to be patient, to play his cards right.

And one day…he’ll get to you. Really get to you. Your parents won’t even get to notice before he snatches you from them. Because unlike the poor bastards that want to jump over the walls that your parents have built and get a piece of your delicate flesh, he doesn’t need to intrude.

He’s already inside.

“Try startin’ it now, boss!”

Your dad frowns, Elliot’s said that twice in the past hour. He doesn’t doubt Elliot’s capacities, but after so many failed tries, he’s starting to lose hope on the old tractor.

He shrugs his shoulders with resignation before starting the engine, expecting the same dead silence that he heard all the previous times.

To the men’s surprise, it lets out a whirring sound before finally starting, making both men cheer in pride.

“Bout’ damn time!” Elliot sighs in relief, cleaning his oily hands with a rag.

Your dad smiles softly, patting Elliot’s back as he passes by. He walks towards the tool scattered table, grabbing two beers from the red cooler, and sitting down on a square bale.

He tosses Elliot one of the cans. “You’re a good kid, Halls.” He opens the can and takes a swig. “There aren’t many boys like you nowadays. Boys who help, who respect, who don’t overstep…” He says solemnly with a blank stare, seemingly lost in thought.

Elliot stiffens, but plays it off by taking a cautious sip from the cold beer. He offers his boss a dismissive grin, feigning modesty. “Oh, please, sir. There are other boys who help ‘round the farm too, there's Davis; Thompson; those Fletcher boys—who are a bit troublesome, not gon’ lie, but—”

“You wanna know what they all got in common?” Elliot feels the air in the barn shift, it feels colder, heavy. Now he really gets what ‘walking on thin ice’ means. He bites the inside of his cheek, suddenly hyper aware of the trouble he could be in if he makes a wrong move.

He keeps his gaze steady on his boss and listens.

“They’re vultures.”

Elliot gulps.

“Everytime I turn ‘round they’re there, circling my daughter. Tryin’ to coax her, to lure her, to trick her—and it’s not her fault that she doesn’t notice. How could it be? She doesn’t know what those boys wanna take from her, what they would do to a girl like her...”

Elliot’s jaw clenches at the notion of some boy trying to get their hands on you, taking advantage of your kind heart, consuming you whole—instead of protecting you, taking you away from him. His grip on the can tightens as he takes a confident sip this time.

The older man takes another swig before speaking. “But…I trust you.”

Your dad looks at Elliot, his gaze unwavering, not a trace of doubt in his eyes. “So, while me and the Mrs aren’t ‘round, I want you to take care of my lil’ girl. I want you to keep those vultures in check. I want you to never let her outta your sight, ever.” 

Your dad and Elliot share many things in common, they’re both hardworking country men; they know how hard it is to maintain a farm; they don’t like relying on other people; and they cannot bear the thought of anything bad coming your way. Just the thought of someone hurting you makes them see red. They would do anything to keep you safe, because they know that this world is just too corrupt for your precious self to roam unprotected.

You’ve lived in a shielded bubble of love and untainted sweetness your whole life, and now there are dirty beasts ready to strike, looking to ravish your succulent purity until there’s nothing left.

They can’t allow that. They’ll fight tooth and nail against those parasites, leaving no trace of the dirty vermin, till your bubble gleams and glistens with only your innocent shine.

Elliot holds his gaze, just as intensely. “I understand, sir,” He says with determination. “I’ll never let anything happen to Y/N, I swear on my life.”

The man gives an approving nod, seemingly more at ease now, with a calmer demeanor. “I gotta say, your folks raised you well. Cause you’re no boy, Halls,” Elliot raises an eyebrow in curiosity, urging him to continue.

“You’re a man.”

You could never get tired of afternoons like this.

Walking alongside Elliot as the sun sets in the distance, letting the gentle breeze cool you both, watching the clouds drift away slowly in the sky, chatting about anything and everything. Truly enjoying each other’s presence.

To you, it’s the best way to finish yet another good day.

To Elliot, it’s just like all the other moments he spends with you. Heavenly.

“What?!” The shock that overtakes you almost makes you stop in your tracks. Your eyebrows raise in astonishment, your mouth is agape. You are the spitting image of the word ‘flabbergasted’.

“I’m just sayin’,” He shrugs. “Black licorice isn’t as bad as people say it is.” He repeats with an amused smile, taking in your surprised expression as he keeps walking.

“You have the taste of an old man!” You grimace in disgust, as if the taste itself had settled on your tongue from the mere mention of it.

Elliot laughs, ruffling your hair playfully, which only earns an annoyed grumble from you.

“And you got too much of a sweet tooth, sugar, but you don’t hear me complainin’.” He refutes.

His self control is wearing thin, but he needs to get a hold of himself. He can’t screw this up, he’s gotten so far already!

But you’re so cute. Ugh! Do you seriously don’t know what you’re doing to him?!

You two keep walking through the meadow without a care in the world. You enjoy walking around this part of the farm, it’s quieter, intimate. It’s just you and Elliot. No chores to do, no work to keep you busy, just…peace.

Ahead of you, you can see your house, it looks like a mere speck of color from where you’re standing, but it’s still recognizable. The last time you were in the house today was when you were making your pie, before your mom called you. You appreciate the present distance keeping you away from the residence, you’re not really eager to get back just yet, you want to spend some more time with Elliot.

If only you knew that he felt the same way, just a thousand times more.

“Say, sweetheart…” Elliot begins, breaking the comfortable silence that enveloped you both. “You trust me, right?” He makes sure to say it in a nonchalant manner, masking his real emotions the same way he always does when they get too intense.

You perk up at the unexpected inquiry, slowing your pace until you stop altogether, standing in front of him. You tilt your head at him incredulously.

“Of course I do, Elliot, you’re my best friend!” You take his hand in yours, squeezing it reassuringly. You look up at him with a soft gaze. “How could you even doubt that?” You’re confused. Where did this come from? Why would he ask such a question out of the blue? Does he really doubt how important this friendship is to you?

Elliot has to bite down his lower lip to prevent himself from smirking at your naive charm. He squeezes your hand back, drawing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

His eyes are locked on you, and he’s mesmerized.

The orange glow of the sunset reflects on your skin. Your eyes shine with tender care—care for him. The gentle hold of his hand on yours sends a shiver down his spine.

“Then…promise me,” His voice is sultry, vulnerable, almost begging. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. No matter who comes into your life. Promise that you’ll stay with me no matter what.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. You just stare at each other, each of you saying a different thing through your eyes. Your gaze remains soft, while his turns dark.

This may seem like no big deal to you, but to Elliot…this is an oath.

He’s already made his own.

He will never let you go. He’ll make sure those boys never get to you. He’ll protect your bubble and never let anything ruin your perfect life. He’ll make you happy, even when he takes you away from your parents. He’ll stay by your side till your old and gray—scratch that. He’ll stay with you till you guys stop breathing, then he’ll chase you up to heaven, and then he’ll be with you for the rest of eternity.

This promise isn’t just words, it isn’t something that you can just break and then carry on with your life.

He can have you either way, he doesn’t need you to promise him this to snatch you away from your life and keep you with him forever.

But he wants you to love him, and to do that he needs you willingly bound to him.

You let the silence hang in the air before speaking, smiling warmly.

“I promise, Elliot.”

Hello, everybody!!! It took me a while, but at last it's here. It was kinda difficult to come up with something for this request, and it's not very long (I'm sorry about that), and it's also kinda cringe. Because, although I received some help with the whole cowboy stuff (thank you, @hysterucall and @0uch1e), it felt kinda wrong to write the dialogues without being a cowboy myself 😣. Either way, I hope that whoever requested this likes it. Let me know if you see any mistakes, and don't be afraid to make another request.

Kisses <3

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Hello everybody 😘😘

I just finished writing a cowboy request, but I don't know if I should give him a new name or just treat him as an AU of Flynn.

He's a cowboy like Flynn, but he has a different personality and is a different persona in itself.

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Hiiiii. I just wanted to share a dream that I had

I was on a train, going to school with a friend, and that school (which was GIANT) was right beside a mall. I wanted to do something fun, so we both went to the mall.

For some reason he disappeared for a while when I wasn't looking and when he came back he was dressed like a girl. But like a REALLY hot girl. I didn't question it much, he then left and I stayed in the mall.

He was wearing something like this

I didn't do much in there. But I decided to go to "an attraction". You know those attractions you find in fairs that are like a haunted house, where people are in costumes and they're meant to scare you. In this case it wasn't a whole house or even a room, it was more like a big tent.

I was the only one in that attraction, and there was only one "scary actor". I entered and at first he was outside the tent, lurking and poking the tent. Then he got in and he started talking, you know scary things like "I'm gonna gut you and whatever". He was dressed like a clown, and oh my god he was HOT. He was such a tease, and he didn't do much besides invading my personal space and threatening me, but sometimes we would graze my arm with his hand and DAMN. He was so playful and scary and I was literally blushing the whole time, and we were the only ones there, so there was TENSION.

He was still scary and he definitely enjoyed scaring me, cause I heard him laugh a couple of times. HIS VOICE WAS SO HOT, THE WAY HE CHUCKLED UNDER HIS BREATH? UGHHHHHH

After all that I left the mall and then I woke up. But god what a man...

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UGH! MY SPOUSE'S VALIDATION 😫😳😩

IT'S TOO MUCH!!

Your affection inspires me, my love. I'm gonna write some more just for you 😘

Yandere Cowboy

Ah, the countryside…

It’s such a contrast to the messy and hectic scenery of your city—flickering lights from the streets, which shine manages to cover the inside of your bedroom, even with the curtains drawn; loud voices that echo against the quiet of the neighborhood at night; the constant fear of getting robbed while you’re walking home from the grocery store, or at the bus station, or while you’re taking a nice stroll in the park.

You chose to live in the city. It inspired you at the time. It made you feel like a complete star, living in a cosmopolitan environment, breathing the air filled with potential and dreams, sending new chapters and drafts to your editorial almost everyday. You wanted this, so why does it seem so annoying now?

Maybe it’s because you drank a little bit too much tonight, but the idea of leaving your entire life behind and starting again doesn’t seem so bad all of the sudden…

Imagine. A pretty farm, lots of animals, creating a new routine, meeting new people, expanding your horizons. It’s perfect! Plus, you can still do your job, this shouldn’t be an impediment. In fact, this is gonna get you the inspiration that you’ve been lacking lately!

Oh, a whole new life waiting ahead of you. The intoxicating calmness and the pretty landscapes are bound to make you feel right at home. You just know it.

It’s been two months since you arrived at this place. The Campbell farm. You’ve gotten pretty used to the whole country life—if you may say so yourself.

You walk through the farm after eating breakfast, heading to the barn like you usually do. Waving and cooing at the animals that you passed by, making sure to bathe in praise every cute animal that you see.

You take in the morning sight, the one that always takes your breath away, no matter how many times you see it. It remains just as beautiful every single time you look at it.

Lush green plains covering the landscape, as well as fields with different kinds of vegetables and cereals, and a few small creeks here and there that seem to shine in an ethereal glow when the sunlight hits it. The breeze caresses your face softly, bringing the faint smell of mud with it. It’s all just like the stories you always read, or the Hallmark movies you sometimes watch—the ones you take a guilty pleasure from.

It’s all a new routine, different from the one you had in the city. Wake up at 7:44—even if the Campbell ladies scold you for ‘waking up late’; collect the eggs from the chicken coop; make yourself breakfast; clean the chicken coop; feed the animals—except the cows, they may look cute and soft, but they haven’t warmed up to you yet; and lastly, find Flynn to see if he needs any help.

Ah, right. Flynn.

“Hey! How’s it goin’, sweetheart?” A deep voice resonates in the old barn, pulling a knowing smile from your face.

“Nothing much.” You say dismissively. “How are you? Anything I can help you with?”

Flynn Bennet. The golden boy of these lands. Son of a well respected landowner, who passed away when he was just a kid. Popular amongst the other landowners for his helpful nature and charming presence—and that’s exactly why he’s here, helping out at the Campbell’s farm out of the goodness of his heart.

“Oh, I’m doin’ just fine on my own, sweetheart.” He says as he lifts a square bale and puts it amongst others in a corner. He steps towards you, standing in front of you. “But I actually have some business in town, wanna come with?”  Your face lights up at his offer and you nod eagerly.

He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer as you two start walking to his truck. “Mhm, knew you’d agree.”

Ever since you got here, you’ve felt a sense of comfort every time Flynn’s around. He’s your only friend here apart from the owners of the farm after all. He’s just such a country sweetheart, and you don’t want to stereotype him…but he’s a living stereotype himself! He’s a true gentleman. He’s helpful, caring, respectful, handsome. You like being around him, and—in all honesty—who doesn’t?

He always seems to appear out of nowhere when you need him the most, or when you’re coincidentally looking for him. He’s just always so within reach. Every time you have a problem—as minuscule as it may be—he’s there. Like when the bathroom door got stuck after you came out of the shower, or when your curiosity got the best of you and you tried to hand feed the cows, or that time when you thought it’d be cool to ride a horse—without really knowing how to ride a horse. 

But that’s only what you perceive, isn’t it?

You don’t notice his lingering gaze tracing every curve of your body when you’re not looking. You don’t notice the way his polite smile seems to tense—like it always does when he’s lying—when he says that the Campbell’s asked him to do the laundry for them, but he only ever picks up your clothes. You don’t notice the heavy breathing coming from your wardrobe when you’re about to go to sleep.

To you, he’s your knight in shining armor, ready to help you whenever you need. But to the omniscient presence following your story? Well…it’s complicated.

“I don’t wanna sound like a jerk, but both look the same to me.” You deadpan, shrugging at him.

Flynn rolls his eyes. “C’mon, darlin’! They’re two completely different colors—oh, whatever. Just tell me which one you like best.” He slightly lifts the two hangers with the shirts, so you can see them better. The only aspect that helps you tell them apart is an almost imperceptible shade difference. You don’t seem to be a very helpful shopping-buddy.

Before you can give your answer, a sudden voice startles both of you.

“Well, look who we have here, if it ain’t the Golden Boy himself!” You turn your head to look at the stranger, which makes him drift his gaze to you. A smirk stretches across the stranger’s face before he acknowledges your presence. “And…a cute lil’ angel too.”

“Ah…” You laugh awkwardly, unaware of the hard glare Flynn was giving the man. “Uhm, you guys know each other?”

Flynn huffs under his breath as he sets the shirts he was holding on a nearby table. He hates being interrupted, and he especially despises being interrupted while he’s spending time with you. Don’t people know that intrusions like these are impolite? Ugh! He just wishes he could bang this guy’s head against the wall over, and over, and over, and—

“Boy, do we know each other, huh, Bennie?” The man chuckles, patting Flynn’s shoulder with a bit too much force, but Flynn’s broad body doesn’t flinch. “We’re like cousins, we went to school together!”

Flynn lets out a sigh, clenching his fist in exasperation until his knuckles turn white. “Yeah, good to see you, Harvey, but we’re actually a lil’ busy here—”

“Oh, don’t kick me out like this! I still need to get to know this lil’ sugarcube right here…” His eyes slowly wander down your body, his tongue running along his lower lip as he does so.

Your eyes widen slightly in response to his overwhelming—and kind of off putting—attention, making you turn to Flynn for support. His features soften as his gaze collides with yours, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, Harvey,” You say politely, but unenthusiastically. “But Flynn’s right, we were actually about to leave, so…” You lie, feigning an apologetic look.

“Oh, well that’s quite alright! You see, I can tell you’re not from ‘round here, and I’ve heard that the Campbell’s got a little guest on their farm,” Harvey takes a step closer to you, invading your space, and making you back away until your back touches the wall behind you. “You don’t happen to be said guest, do ya’? Cause if you are, then I could—you know—drop by and…pay you a lil’ visit.” He smirks at you, and you grimace.

Next thing you know, Flynn’s pulling you to his chest, away from Harvey. You welcome his comforting touch with open arms, letting him hold you against him, and ignoring how tight his grip is on you. You pretend not to notice the sharp tension hanging in the air, and you also pretend not to notice how the man’s face turns from arrogance to something close to fear.

“We’ll be on our way now, Harvs. It was…nice seeing you.” His voice sounds just as easy going as it always does, but there’s something in the way he says it. Something…fake. Restrained. Controlled. As if he was holding back from saying something entirely different.

You two leave the shop without sparing him a single glance. Flynn’s grip on your arm remains tight, he seems to have forgotten to let go, but you don’t dare remind him. You’ve never seen him act like this, and it unnerves you.

You get in his truck, sitting in the passenger's seat, and he buckles your seatbelt for you before turning the car. Even in a state of wrath, he remains a gentleman.

The ride back to the farm is quiet, disturbingly so. You choose to leave him be and let him cool off instead of questioning his behavior—no matter how intrigued you are. Throughout the whole journey home, you stay in your head, daydreaming about everything and anything.

And while you wonder if the cupcake that you left in the fridge disappeared, was stolen, or you simply ate it and don’t remember—Flynn is scheming.

Lost in his head, his mind going 100 miles per hour, he plans how he’ll punish that bastard for shamelessly harassing you in front of him. He plans how he’ll make that vermin pay for even attempting to woo you. He plans where he’ll hide the body. He plans if he’ll even leave a body.

He’ll gauge his eyes. He’ll skin him alive. He’ll chop off every limb of his body. He’ll make sure to give him a slow and agonizingly painful death.

Flynn Bennet has never killed anyone. Why would he? He’s the Golden Boy after all, the knight in shining armor, the prince charming. But now that he has you. Lovely, sweet, innocent, God-sent you. What is he supposed to do?! Let that parasite…live? NO!

C’mon! ‘Sugarcube’? CREEP ALERT!

Someone as precious as you shouldn't have to deal with morons like that.

He needs to protect you! You’re from the city, you don’t know how disgusting these people can be—how nauseating they are! They’ll try to take advantage of your naivety and hurt you!

Not him though. He’s the exception, he’s the only one you can trust.

Sure—he may or may not sniff your dirty clothes until he falls asleep, and he may or may not watch you while you change…and sleep…and shower…and just overall exist—but that’s just a bad habit! He’ll quit once you become his, he swears!

He will take great care of you. The second you become his, you’ll never have to worry ever again.

He’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry about a thing. He’ll make sure to romance you how it’s supposed to, like a true gentleman. Trust him. His mother and older sister have taught him how to treat a darling like you.

So, just you wait. You just keep writing your stories, playing with the animals, getting to know yourself. He’ll take care of the rest.

After all, what better way to live the country life than with a cowboy by your side?

I did it! I finally did it! I finished what i was supposed to finish a month ago! Are you guys proud of me? I know you're not, you must be heavily disappointed, especially the person who requested this. I'm sorry. But I did it, at last, the prophecy has been fulfilled and I can finally write whatever I want guiltless... I know it's not very good nor very long, but at least it's here (Which is the bare minimum, I'm sorry) I love you all, I hope everyone is having a good day or night. Remember to point out any mistakes that you see. Ps. @c4cyk4 I'm really sorry, my sweet N4N4, I owe you. I shouldn't have taken this long. I love you, don't leave me, wifey <3