#i still want to think of names for her gators

[firstelevens]

block party for the June prompts (sambucky)

"What do I wear to a block party?"

It's a weird enough greeting that Sam pulls his phone away from his ear and double checks the caller ID, sure that this can't possibly be the emergency Bucky called him about. When his screen lights up, though, it's Bucky's name on the contact, along with a picture of him and the boys at the beach last year.

"Is this a real block party or is it the kind of thing that Congress calls a block party where people eat under-seasoned catered food in the garden of a country club with a string quartet?"

"That party was last week, actually," Bucky says drily. "And they didn't shell out for a quartet, just a solo violinist."

"Guess times are tough even for Congress," says Sam, and grins when he hears Bucky laugh. "So should I be jealous that now you're going to parties in DC? I thought you only did that in Delacroix."

The line is quiet on Bucky's end, save for a little bit of shuffling, and Sam can see him so clearly, sheepishly running a hand through his hair. "I didn't think they actually meant to invite me and then Mrs. Hayes from across the street showed up at my door and made me promise I'd be there, because she wanted a chance to-" Bucky cuts himself off, and Sam is instantly burning with curiosity. "I just promised, that's all. I don't want to let her down."

"I bet she just wanted a chance to sweep you off your feet, huh?" teases Sam, because if he's learned anything about Bucky, it's that the indirect approach to questions is always more effective. "You're kryptonite to women in their seventies."

"Not this one," says Bucky. He's quiet for a long moment, and just as Sam is gearing up to change the subject, he says, "She told me she wanted me to, uh- to bring my 'young man' around. Said it was about time the rest of the neighborhood met him, considering he practically lives here."

"Your 'young man'?" repeats Sam, and laughs like his stomach isn't sinking. "You got a secret boyfriend I haven't been introduced to yet? I can't believe you would hold out on me like this, Buck. I thought we were friends."

Bucky sighs. "Of course we're friends."

"Then how come I don't know about this man of yours?"

"Because I don't have a man, Samuel. I'm not seeing anyone."

Sam frowns. Bucky is a grown man, and neither what he chooses to do with his body nor with whom he chooses to do it is Sam's business, but he still can't believe Bucky would just...have some kind of regular booty call who shows up at all hours. Slow to trust as Bucky is, Sam can't believe that someone could just slot into Bucky's life like that. The even bigger shock is that Sam has never once crossed paths with this mystery man, in spite of the fact that he's at Bucky's place whenever Cap business has him in DC.

Shit, Sam thinks. Are his regular visits to Bucky's house a problem for this man in Bucky's life? Is that why they're not officially together yet? For months now, Sam's been hunting for places in DC, but nothing has really jumped out at him, and it hadn't seemed like a problem when Bucky was always insisting that Sam just stay at his place, even if Sam had already gotten himself a hotel room.

"--not even listening to me, are you?"

Startling, Sam remembers that he's supposed to be on a phone call. "Sorry!" he says. "Sorry, Buck. I, uh- I thought I heard someone at the door. Got worried because we weren't expecting anyone."

Immediately, Bucky is all business. "Are the windows secure? The back door? Sarah had me set up a few of those perimeter alarms; did you check those?"

"We're all good," says Sam, his heart squeezing at Bucky's concern. "I think it was just a raccoon. Probably got wind that we were barbecuing and came to hunt for leftovers."

Bucky hums in agreement. "Can't blame them, I guess. I'd brave the bayou gators for Sarah's cooking, too."

"You can stop trying to butter her up, Barnes; she's not even here right now."

"I'm just being honest," says Bucky, and even as Sam scoffs, he makes a note to pack up some leftovers to drop off at Bucky's when he flies back to DC tomorrow.

"So tell me about this block party," Sam says. "Are you bringing this not-boyfriend of yours or not? Because I feel like crossing Mrs. Hayes is a bad idea."

"Not sure yet," says Bucky. "I haven't asked."

"Well how long do you have until the party?" asks Sam. "Because waiting until the last second and then saying that he has plans is a thin excuse."

"Maybe, but I don't think that's going to be an issue."

"Why not? What, he just waits around for you to call him all day? You have this boytoy wrapped around your finger already?"

Bucky makes a noise like he's choking, and then Sam hears the sound of a mug being set down. "What the-" wheezes Bucky. "Boytoy?"

"Seemed less offensive than booty call," says Sam. "Or, you know. Fuckbuddy or whatever the kids are saying these days."

"A what-buddy?" croaks Bucky.

"It's nothing, Buck," says Sam, taking pity on him. "It's just what people might call a guest who stops by your house at all hours but apparently isn't your boyfriend."

There's a prolonged silence on the other end of the line and Sam vaguely wonders if Bucky might have swooned. Maybe his sensibilities are more delicate than he lets on.

"So let me get this straight," Bucky finally says, just as Sam is wondering if he needs to fly over there with smelling salts. "The next time that a reporter asks me what my relationship is with Captain America, I'm supposed to tell them that you're my boytoy? Or my fuckbuddy?"

"What?" Sam says, louder than he means to. He peers up at the stairs to make sure he didn't wake the boys or Sarah, then turns back to his call, whispering this time. "What do you mean you'd tell a reporter we were fuckbuddies?"

"Samuel," Bucky hisses in reply, "you literally just told me that that's what I'm supposed to call the guy who I'm not dating to wanders into my house at all hours and regularly spends the night."

"Yeah," says Sam. "The guy who Mrs. Hayes was talking about."

Bucky sighs. "Sam, I need you to listen very carefully, because I feel like you're missing something here. Tell the raccoons to cool it if you have to."

"Very funny," he says. "What is it?"

"The guy who Mrs. Hayes told me to bring to the block party..." Bucky says. "Sam, she was talking about you."

"Me?" croaks Sam.

"Yeah, you!" says Bucky. "Who else do you think is showing up at my house at all hours? Who else is staying the night and running errands and charming my neighbors? I'm not exactly running a social club out here."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Bucky says. "So are you coming, or not?"

"What?" asks Sam.

"The block party, Samuel. It's tomorrow afternoon. I thought I'd pick you up at the airport and we could get breakfast, and then if you're up to it, we can go to the party."

Sam's face goes hot, even as he feels a rush of relief over not having to share Bucky with some faceless person. "I mean, I guess we shouldn't disappoint Mrs. Hayes," he says, as casually as he can.

He can hear the smile in Bucky's voice now. "Of course not," he says lightly. "Especially when she went to the trouble of personally inviting me. And, uh, my young man."

"You're not worried about people having expectations?" asks Sam. "You start flaunting someone around in front of your neighbors and maybe they'll start to think that you're not as single as you say you are."

"I might not mind that," says Bucky, and the warmth in his voice makes Sam's chest feel embarrassingly fluttery. "Who knows?"

"Okay," Sam says weakly. "I'll see you tomorrow, then, Buck."

"See you then, Sammy," says Bucky.

As the call ends, Sam flops back onto the couch and covers his face like that'll change the fact that he's grinning like a fool. It doesn't work.

[maskofgabriel]

Warden of Time Ame

[void-occupation]

Alastor's Animal Noises

I won't call this an unpopular headcanon, just one that is slept on.

So, everyone knows about Alastor making deer noises, both in canon and fanon. In the show he canonically makes little fawn squeaks when Rosie hugs him (which lives in my head rent free at all times) and does the elk scream a couple times throughout the show. Fanon is just as up in arms about this trait of his, and I think it's great.

But.

What if he ALSO made alligator noises? HEAR ME OUT - trust me, you won't regret it.

So.

When you really think about it, there are a large amount of traits that Alastor has that would make it logical for him to share traits with an alligator as well as a deer. These include: teeth/habit of eating sinners(cannibalism) (alligators are known cannibals), place of origin being Louisiana, persistent presence of bayous in his life (near his home in the living world, supposedly where he hid his victims, where he died, and the bayou in his room), ambush predator (makes you feel at ease by being unassuming then strikes before you even realize the danger), and his temper (appears calm until he's NOT) just to name a few.

Despite what people tend to think, alligators actually make a TON of different sounds, though there's a few main ones I'll talk about.

First one is the territorial growl.

I feel like Alastor could make this sound when he's being territorial (obviously), threatening, or protective (as rare as that is). He begins making this sound a lot more often the longer he stays at the hotel because he begins to see it as his territory, and the residents as his people (not that he'd ever admit that lol). Also, I feel like hearing this loud, bass-feeling noise from this rail-thin deer man would be a bit jarring, especially if you'd never heard it before

Second sound is the defensive hiss.

This is a sound Alastor would make if he's feeling threatened. I'm thinking scenarios where he's annoyed/mad/anxious are when he'd hiss, because they're all scenarios where he'd be trying to get something or someone to leave him alone. It's a very different yet very similar sound to a cat's hiss. They can mean similar things, but hearing an alligator hiss is significantly more threatening, which fits Alastor's character. Also, it means he can still sound terrifying when he's the one who's scared (if he manages to make a distressed gator sound rather than a distressed deer sound that is lol)

And of course, we can't forget the mandatory cute sound, the baby swamp puppy chirps.

If he gets to make fawn noises, you bet your ass he's gonna make swamp puppy laser sounds. The scenarios where he'd make these noises are a lot more rare, but they definitely exist. He wouldn't ever admit it, but he sees Rosie as a mother figure, and just as he tends to greet her with fawn squeaks, Alastor will subconsciously start doing little baby gator chirps when he's looking for her and can't find her. His instincts are to call out to her so she can find him - the same way baby alligators do with their mothers - and the side effect is that he makes cute little laser chirping noises without even realizing it. He has a tendency to do it when he's looking for anyone he likes who is older than him. Zestial finds it charming and the few times it happened to him, Husk refuses to talk about, a lot of mixed feelings brought up by the fact that the man who owns his soul has given him at least somewhat of a parental role subconsciously.

anyways, these were just my thoughts on it, feel free to add on your own or use it as inspiration for your own work (let me know though, I want to see it!!!!) (putting this in the lee!alastor tags to feed the imaginations of my friends there who are always starving for more things)

[bananadramaaa]

Idk if you’ve got any ideas or backstory for Alastor’s sisters, but I love the designs for them and have kind of taken some ideas about them and ran with it, mostly about the eldest, Adeline, though:

• Adelice was definitely a protector of the whole bunch. Alastor helped protect the younger sisters and worried a lot about his older sister, but Adelice would make a target out of herself to make sure the younger kids faced as little of their father’s bad days as possible.

• Leonore and Bertilda (the younger two) still experience a lot of the family drama, but it’s a little less than what their older siblings do since they try to keep them out of the fire, so while the older two seem to mature way too quickly, the younger two stay kids for a bit longer. This, however does piss off their father, who takes every moment to ridicule them on their inability to act like their older siblings when their older siblings aren’t able to keep them out of the fire.

• Adelice also gives off Tiana from Princess and the Frog vibes. She’s got a Dream and she’s gonna work hard every day to make it happen.

• Alastor Worries™️ and thinks she’s pushing herself too much, taking on the brunt of their father’s anger, taking on so many jobs, and trying to get as much of an education as she can for as cheap as she can get it. So he becomes her Distraction, constantly dragging her off to parties and out drinking and listening to music. Anything to get her to chill tf out.

• He’s also a hypocrite though, considering he takes on a ton of “side jobs” by the time he’s 15 before he starts working in radio to try to help out their maman. He somehow manages to get all the fun jobs though. She’s out here working in restaurants and factories and he’s playing piano at the speakeasy and working at a nearby gator farm during the summers. And even the jobs that shouldn’t be fun, he manages to turn into a blast, like apprenticing at the butchers or working the graveyard shift at the cemetery. He thinks he’s so damn funny, while his bosses low-key wanna strangle him. This somehow makes him more likable as a radio host.

• Eventually, Adelice manages to find herself a nice, rich, Creole man who she and Alastor run through the wringer trying to test just how wholesome of a man he is before she’ll accept his hand in marriage. This man is confused, but he is dead set on winning her heart. He offers her the money to achieve her dream, he offers her the happy and stress-free life that New Orleans won’t afford her, he offers a life where she’s free and not trapped by anybody, himself included, and most importantly, he offers to take her whole family away from their father and the impoverished life that keeps them with him.

• Their maman can’t fathom a life without her husband, but she can see why they’d want to leave.

• Alastor doesn’t want to lose his sisters, but he knows someone has to watch out for their maman and he’s far to attached to New Orleans to leave it now.

• Before all his sisters leave, Adelice jokingly says she’s gonna name a son after him and he politely declines the offer.

• They move to Alabama or something and he never sees them again, but Adelice has a bunch of happy children that she loves who know all about him :)

• Bertilda also gets married, but Bertilda and her husband find themselves unable to have kids so they adopt a cute little red-headed girl and her green-eyed little brother.

• Leonore dates a lot of people before she finds the perfect gal for her and they move in together as “friends.” Their maman was a bit progressive in some ways and taught them not to judge, where most others would do when Adelice and Bertilda don’t make a big deal out of it when they find out about it.

• All three of them keep an eye on the news regarding New Orleans and whatever can be said about their famous radio host brother from far away.

• The only times the lot of them return to New Orleans is when they hear about Alastor’s death and their maman’s death.

I've talked briefly about them in this ask :3 And I really enjoyed reading your version of their story. It seems more wholesome compared to what I have in mind for them (like Adelice definitely won in this one) XD

[harringtonstilinski]

I Wish You Would - Chapter 5(6); The Tender Trap

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Gator Tillman x Dollface Word Count: 3,893 Warnings: lil' bit of angst, lil' bit of fluff, not proofread Smut: no | yes; oral (face sitting, f receiving), unprotected m+f (pls wrap it!!), little bit of dirty talk, doggy style, missionary with leg up, A/N: Hi, friends! I hope you're excited for this! If you are, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Standing beside the red building to your right, you reached up to pet Aurora on the bridge of her nose, a small smile on your face. You took a sip of the coffee that you also had with you, hearing footsteps. “I’ll be back, sweet girl,” you said to your horse. Walking a few feet towards the building, you still had that small smile on your face.

As soon as you saw Gator walk out of the building, pulling down his mask, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself a little, that some thought going through your head; a hardass with everyone else, but a teddy bear with you.

You totally disregarded the man that they had kidnapped from the hospital, watching Gator take an inhale off his vape. He looked at you, brow raised in question. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, taking another sip of your warm liquid. 

“Uh-huh, okay,” he said, turning his back to you. You laughed and walked up to his side, wrapping your free arm around back, his arm going around your shoulder. You watched him as he took another inhale of his vape before he looked down at you, an impressed look on his face.

“Hmm,” he hummed, turning the two of you around to walk toward the house. “What’d’ya say tonight, if we ain’t got nothing to do, we go into town, get some of that amazing takeout we used to get, come back here and watch a movie or something on your computer?” He led you up the few steps to the porch, putting his hand on the small of your back.

Walking into the house with a smile on your face, you said, “Oh, my god, that sounds amazing,” before looking into the kitchen, seeing Roy standing there with a towel to his ear. Looking back at Gator, you sighed, knowing the asshole side of him was about to come out and play.

He cleared his throat, lightly scratching at your lower back before walking into the kitchen. “Thought you were that crazy Swede for a second. On account of he’s missin’ half an ear.”

Without thinking, you set your mug down and grabbed Gator’s hand, resting your free hand on his bicep. Wanting that comfort from the look Roy was giving; like he wanted to murder someone.

“Very funny,” Roy said.

Gator looked down at you, hesitating for only a moment before he said, “Got Nadine’s husband in the box when you’re ready.”

Taking the towel from his ear again, Roy pointed at himself and said, “I’m Nadine’s husband.”

Back tracking what he said, Gator said, “Sure. Uhh… uhh, what I meant was, uhh… the car salesman’s in the abattoir, ready to talk.”

“Did you soften him up a little bit?” Roy asked.

“Oh, he’s still got all his teeth, if that’s what you’re asking, but only ‘cause they’re in there pretty good.” Gator grabbed an apple from his left, his father asking, “Cryin’ like a little girl?”

Gator pulled you over to the dining table, pulling a chair out saying, “He’s pissed, I’ll ya that.” Sitting down, he added, “Called me a few names I haven’t heard since grade school.” After he sat, he pulled you onto his lap, continuing his explanation, “Swears we got the wrong guy, which is like, nice try, asshole.”

You leaned forward, seeing one of the twins’ art papers, a small smile on your face. A little bit of light in the darkness that was your life.

“Thought you said he was soft? Oh, Little Darlin’, your dad’s been asking about your whereabouts. Wants you to go home. I think that’d be wise.”

“Well, he can kiss my ass,” you muttered, leaning more into Gator.

He wrapped his arm around your lower back to keep you in place before replying to his father, “Yeah, well, he had a pretty good shock at the house, ya’know,” before kicking his feet up on the table, which caused you to lean into him more. 

You watched him, a far away look in his eyes as he said, “Finger in the old light socket. Sometimes that scrambles the brain. You hear those stories, right? My husband ain’t the man I married since the lightning struck.”

He took a bite out of the apple after a second, a quiet chuckle leaving your lips. It was quiet for a moment before he asked, “What?” to his father. 

Roy stepped forward, shoving Gator’s feet off the table, almost making you tumble to the floor. If it hadn't been for Gator’s arm around you, you probably would have.

When the door closed, you let out a quick breath, not realizing you held it a moment earlier. Sensing your emotions, Gator put the apple down then cupped your cheek, bringing your eyes to his. He didn’t need to say anything, he just did what felt right in the moment; he kissed you. Not rough or hungrily, needy or hot, no. He kissed you with all the love he could put into it; a sweet, longing kiss.

Resting his forehead against yours, Gator wanted to say he loved you back, but he still didn’t feel like he was worthy. 

“I love you, G,” you whispered, feeling his head nod a little before he patted your leg, an unspoken request for you to get off his lap. He grabbed your hand as soon as he stood, leading you back outside into the snow.

Following his father, the three of you walked to the red building, which you now knew as the abattoir, your fingers interlaced with Gator’s. “We’ve been wearing kerchiefs on our faces,” Gator said, pulling up the piece of fabric, before adding, “So he doesn’t recognize us later.” He tried handing one to Roy, who just stayed looking ahead.

Approaching the building, Gator stopped for a second and turned to look at you, whispering, “Stay out here.”

You shook your head slowly. “I was there when he was kidnapped. Gimme the fuckin’ fabric.” After putting it on, you three walked into the abattoir. 

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” the man said. “Oh, who’s this, then? Oh, king of the idiot brigade, eh?”

You rolled your eyes, already sick and tired of this man and his stupid fucking attitude. “Can I shoot him? He’s already getting on my nerves.”

This man had the audacity to fucking chuckle, blood all over his face, eye swollen shut. “Let me tell you what I told these other two morons. You kidnapped the wrong chump. I got friends in high places, and when they get through with you, you’re gonna wish you were the horse at a glue factory, you–”

You jumped and gasped, loudly at the sight and sound of Roy shooting the man dead, Gator saying, “Jesus!” at the same time he put an arm in front of you protectively. 

After the man groaned and leaned forward with blood pouring out of the gunshot on his head, Gator said, “What the hot fuck, Dad?”

Looking at Bowman, Roy asked, “I thought these two were supposed to stay in the car?”

You rolled your eyes after hearing your father’s voice ask, “Why the fuck were you at the hospital for?” 

“Hello to you, too, Dad,” you said.

“Yeah,” Bowman said.

“So you’re a leptard, too?” your father asked.

“How are we supposed to get her back now?” Gator groaned. He looked at you, the both of you taking the kerchiefs off your faces. “You killed our leverage.”

Groaning, you hit Gator in the arm. “I fucking told you that wasn’t him, stupid!”

“That’s not him, genius! You grabbed the wrong patsy,” Roy said, voice raised a little. Looking at you, he asked, “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Do not start pointing fingers at me, Roy Tillman!” you replied. “I tried to tell him, but these four fucktards didn’t listen! If you wanna point fingers, point them at those two.” You pointed over to the other Ranch Hands that were there with you.

Gator, ever the cutest dumbass you’ll ever meet, looked confused as he said, “What? No.” He looked at the dead guy for a moment before saying, “I was in the car.”

Leaning your forehead against his arm, you started laughing, not believing the situation you’ve gotten yourself into. Looking at Bowman, you said while laughing, “That’s his fuck up.”

Roy turned to Bowman, who said, “He was in the room, this guy. Name was on the door. Don’t know what else I could’ve done.”

“See?” Gator said, his father turning back to him, saying, “I thought you said you saw the car salesman in his house on Halloween.”

“Yeah.”

“Said you got a good look at him.”

“Oh, my god,” you breathed.

Looking from his dad to the guy to you then back to his dad, Gator said, “It was dark, okay?”

“It was fuckin’ picture, G!”

“And on fire, and…” He chuckled, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I…” Gesturing towards Bowman again, Gator said, “He grabbed him. Said we got the guy. It’s the… What’d’ya… power of suggestion.”

Roy walked out of the abattoir, you, Gator and your father all three following.

“So, what do we do now?” Gator asked after closing the door behind him.

Stopping their steps a few feet in front of you, Roy and John, your father, signed. “Boy, you got a bad-luck problem,” John said. “Somewhere out there, there’s an upside down horseshoe with your name on it.”

Walking down the steps of the abattoir, Gator reached back for your hand, pulling you along gently with him. “I’m just off my game is all.” Standing in front of your fathers, Gator looked at his and said, “You know I’m a winner. All-State quarterback, crack shot, knocking all the pins down with my eyes closed. That’s your boy, not this puke pile.”

“Alright, I think I know where you got that thorn in your paw,” Roy said. “Get the car.”

“Where we going?”

“To pay the boogeyman.” John and Roy started walking, you and Gator following. “I’d rather Little Darlin’ stay here.

“No, she goes with me. She can help me,” Gator said at the same time you said, “Hell, no. I’m going with Gator!”

~~~

You ended up at an open rodeo arena, watching with sad but knowing heart as they got tags attached to their ears. With a heavy sigh, you wrapped your arms around Gator’s middle, his arm going around your shoulders.

“Dad, come on,” Gator said, almost deadpan. “You’re not paying this guy.” When his father didn’t reply, he went on. “Fine. We’re upside down. And… maybe it’s voodoo or whatever, but… solve it with a bullet, not… otherwise, what? We trust this guy? Here’s your money, please lift the curse? I don’t think so.”

Roy looked at his son, saying, “We tried killing him.”

“Now we’re bailing water out of a sinking boat,” your father said.

“Election’s a week away and we’re still balls-deep righting old wrongs with Nadine, our dicks in the breeze. We need to take luck out of the equation. Period. End of story.”

With furrowed brows, you looked over Gator’s arm right before he turned you a little, facing the guy from the barn a few days earlier, Munch, who was standing under the bleachers.

Sighing as you turned back around with Gator, you looked at your father, but heard Roy say, “Go on, search him then wait in the car.”

“Come on, doll,” Gator whispered, reaching down to grab your hand. He led you down the steps that were just a few feet away from where you were standing. 

“I don’t like this, G,” you whispered, making your way under the bleachers. “I don’t know what the next step is, I don’t know if that guy set any sort of trap, I just…” You sighed, stopping your steps for a moment, your arm stretching out straight from Gator still walking before he stopped and looked at you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked.

“I’m scared. I’ve got a feeling something bad is gonna happen. I’m scared I’m gonna lose you.” Tears lined your waterline, your fears starting to shine through.

Cupping your cheek, Gator looked you deep in your eyes. “You’re not gonna lose me, dollface. I promise.”

“What if you go to prison?”

“Come visit me. It won’t happen, though. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you said, not missing a beat.

Gator leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, that same sweet kiss you shared earlier. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Stay right here. I’m only a few feet away, okay? Don’t move.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, feeling Gator’s lips press against your forehead before he moved away, hearing his voice say, “Let me see your hands.”

Opening your eyes, you saw Munch stretch his arms out, Gator knocking the cigarette out of his fingers before patting him down and looking just inside Munch’s jacket. “It’s not a win. We’re callin’ a draw.” He close to Munch’s face, whispering, “So don’t get cocky.”

Munch looked over at Gator, who shoved him forward, causing you to jump a little. Making your way over to him, you kept your head down, something about Munch giving you the ultimate creeps.

“Let’s go, baby,” he said, lacing his fingers with yours. He walked you over the car that was sitting there all by itself. You watched him put something on the back end of it before Gator leaned against the driver’s side door, guiding you to stand in front of him, his arms wrapped around you. “Remember, baby. Movie and takeout tonight.”

You chuckled, resting your hands on his chest. “Movie and takeout. Our first little date night.”

“Damn straight, dollface.”

Giggling, you shook your head while reaching up to gently cup his cheek, guiding his lips down to yours, another soft kiss shared between the two of you. “My asshole teddy bear.”

Gator laughed, throwing his head back for a moment before looking back down at you, a genuine smile on your lips. “I can’t believe you call me a fuckin’ teddy bear.”

“Well, it’s true, G. You’re such an asshole to those around you, but when you’re with me, you’re the biggest fuckin’ teddy bear alive. And I love that. I love you.”

Still able to say the words, he just nodded and put dip in his mouth, but you knew he felt it, too. Knew that he loved you back.

“I know you can’t say it for whatever reason, but I know you want to. I know you feel it. Whenever you’re ready, G. No pressure.” You smirked a little. “I’ll still be here.”

His own smirk matched yours, but it quickly fell at hearing footsteps. With a sigh, you watched as he looked to his left before whispering, “Time to be an asshole.”

The both of you were quiet for a moment before he said, “Happy now, shitbird? You got your money?”

Munch opened the trunk of his car as Gator added, “People are dead. Good men.” He let you go for a moment to rest his good arm on the top of the car, his casted arm staying around you as your hands went to rest in the middle of his back and his stomach, Gator saying, “And you’re still wandering the earth, breathing the air they should be breathin’.”

Munch closed the trunk then made his way over to stand in front of you and Gator, your grip on the back of Gator’s jacket tightening as the two of you backed up a little at the light whines this man was producing before he said, “A boy complains because he thinks the world is unfair. A girl is scared because she doesn’t trust but one man. The boy cries to his mother when the boy breaks or the knee is skinned.”

Pushing him away slightly, Gator said, “Fuck that. You’re gonna be the one who’s crying.” You stepped away from the two in front of you, not knowing what’s about to happen when Munch opened the driver’s side door, leaning against it to say, “A man knows better. The things that happen, happen. Who lives, who dies–”

“Who tells your story,” you quietly sang.

The both of them totally ignored you as Munch added, “You don’t yell at the boulder for being a rock.”

“I like that boulder,” you quietly said. “That is a nice boulder.” At this point, you didn’t care if they paid attention to you or not. You were in your own little bubble.

At Gator’s chuckle, that bubble was broken as you watched him keep the door open as Munch tried to close it after getting in the car. “You want the last word? Here it is,” Gator said. “I’ll see you soon, asshole.” He slammed the door shut before spitting some of the dip onto the car window.

He looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but grimace in disgust as you walked over to him. “You have that nasty fuckin’ dip on your chin.” You stood next to him as you both watched Munch drive away. He pulled an old school tracking device out of his pocket, flipping the switch to turn it on, a green light flashing. 

“Whoa,” you said, looking at it. Looking back at him, you pretty much begged, “Can we please get some takeout now? I’m fucking starving.”

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“No, no, no, don’t go in there,” you muttered, scrunching up your whole body at the movie playing on your 14 inch laptop screen. A small scream came from your throat before you said, “I freaking told you not to go in there.”

Gator insisted on watching a horror movie with you, chuckling at your reaction every time. He looked over at you, sensing your eyes on him. When his eyes locked with yours, he burst out laughing.

“Gator Tillman, that is not funny! Rob Zombie’s Halloween has freaked me out since 2007! Get your shit together, man! I’m gonna have nightmares for a week.”

Wrapping his arms around you, Gator pressed his lips against your temple, a chuckle erupting from him. “I’m sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

“What’cha got in mind?” you asked.

He ghosted the shell of your ear with his lips, whispering, “Strip.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice.” Pushing your laptop to the foot of the bed, you kneeled, stripping all of your clothes, seeing Gator do the same with a smile on his face. When he laid flat on his back with his fingers curling in that come here motion, you crawled up the bed towards his face, slinging your leg over his head. Looking down at him, you said, “I hate this angle of myself.”

“Shut up, you’re beautiful,” he said, wrapping his hands around your outer thighs. “Now, sit so I can eat.”

“Oooohhhhh,” you said, a slight shiver to your voice as you lowered yourself. At the feel of Gator’s tongue on your most precious area, you let out a pleasurable groan, your hands going to your thighs, doing your best to lace your fingers with Gator’s. “OH, my stars.”

Gator lapped at you like you were his last meal on earth, his tongue unrelentless. The more you relaxed, the more he groaned. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered, before going back to his ministrations, a loud whine leaving your lips at the feel of his tongue on you again.

“Gator, don’t stop,” you whined, pleasurably. Looking down at him with a look of pure pleasure on your face, you added, “I’m gonna come, Gator. Mmmm, fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t–” Your words were cut off my climax taking over your body, your core pulsing on his tongue. 

“Gator, I’m getting sensitive,” you said. “Gator, please.” Lifting yourself off of his face, you saw the smile on his, a chuckle escaping him.

“Sorry, baby,” he said. “Guess I zoned out.”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I guess you did.” Slinging your leg back to sit on your knees, you couldn’t help smirk a little. “It’s okay, though. We all have our moments.”

Gator sat up, his hand instantly going to his throbbing cock. “I gotta get inside you. My balls fuckin’ hurt.”

You laughed, leaning forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Which was probably a bad idea because Gator placed his hand on your back, gently but also a little roughly pushing you down to the mattress in one of his favorite positions; face down, ass up.

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” he rasped, getting your body into a more comfortable position. Leaning forward, his chest pressed to your back, he whispered, “Comfortable, baby?”

“Yes, just fuck me already.”

He let out an almost villain like chuckle before saying, “Oh, I fuckin’ plan to.” Without so much as a warning, Gator lined his cock up with your pussy, pushing in with a satisfied groan. “Fuuuuuuuuck, baby.”

A wanton moan sounded from you at the feel of him filling you up. “Gator, fuck me.”

Without another word, Gator pulled out only to thrust back into you, hard. He started with slow and hard thrusts before picking up speed, the feel of him pounding into you hard never stopping.

Moans, grunts and whines sounded from the both of you before he flipped you over onto your back. “Leg up on my shoulder, fingers on your clit. I can feel you getting close.”

Putting your leg on his shoulder, you moaned at the feel of the new angle. Gator held onto your leg as he continued his thrusts into you, your fingers going to your clit.

“Fuck, G,” you quietly moaned. With a few more rubs on your clit, your orgasm crashed into you quickly, without warning, a whine mixed with a moan sounding from your throat.

“I’m almost there, baby,” Gator said. “Almost… there– fuck!” Gator spilled into you, his thrusts stopping as his cock throbbed. “Shit, babe.”

You giggled, placing your hand on his cheek. “Holy shit, that was amazing, G.” You picked your head up at the same time he leaned down to press your lips together. Your tongues danced together, more to explore than for dominance.

Gator gave you a couple more pecks to your lips before he started to pull out of you, the both of you hissing at the sensitivity you felt. Bringing your leg down, Gator placed kisses along the limb, showing it some affection.

Placing his forearms on either side of your head, he placed a kiss to your forehead, your eyes closing lazily. “You did so good, baby,” he whispered. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, G,” you whispered back. At the sight of you yawning, Gator chuckled, reaching over to grab a shirt for you off the ground.

“It’s clean, I promise,” he said, helping you into the shirt. He disappeared for a moment to the bathroom to get a warm wash cloth to clean you up with. After he did that, he placed the wash cloth on his desk, your form relaxing as you feel into a deep sleep. 

After a couple of hours of you sleeping, Gator turned on his blue light before shutting off his bedroom lights, going downstairs to get himself a beer.

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Posted on June 20, 2025

[baa-whatever]

I hope I'm using the Genderfluid flags correctly.

So, this is another SAMS AU if the celestial family were lions. Idk, I was bored and just messing with some more ideas of other dimensions that I ended up really wanting to draw out.

Like what if Fazbear was more of a twisted version of a Zoo instead? People get to watch animatronic robots kill each other for entertainment as if they're actually out in the wild.

I was thinking of them making a mistake of having Freddy as a Koala bear. Idk what to make Chica or DJMM yet.

This'll be a long post.

So the Lions, were built by the Creator but they were built MORE advanced than the other animatronics. They're more closely to being living breathing lions than the others. They're still robots though. They still can't replace the real Lions. Which is pretty much what the Creator is going for, so he's still somewhat evil. I mean if he still wanted to hunt animals he could just build himself some and hunt them for sport....but he doesn't do that anymore...kind of.

So, Eclipse, because he has the black mane, was made to be the leader. Where Sun Lion, was originally a Lioness and was/is meant to be his mate. The two eventually had a second cub that they named Moon Luna who was born without fur so they gave her an outfit to keep her warm.

Roxanne and Foxy are striped Hyena's. Not a very good bunch to trust. Roxanne is Eclipse's Ex and she soon started dating Foxy after. Eclipse is pretty much the reason why he has one eye.

Monty is a crocodile instead of a gator. He pretty much just gossips or steals things and tries to trade them to the others for stuff he wants.

Bonnie is a zebra, she's pretty chill, and tries to keep things in order. Pretty likeable and just wants to keep the peace, but she will kick someone if they try to start a fight.

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gift wrap [g.t]

Part Three of 𝑨 𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒎𝒂𝒏–𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis

➼ w.c. 1.7k ➼ warnings/tags. fluff, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, breeding kink (if you squint?), just some sweet sultry lovemaking ➼ a/n. Woo, this is a little later than I had planned, but hopefully you're still in the holiday mood. This series takes place about a year after the events of Don’t Waste Your Time (on Me), and while technically the main series is still being written, I wanted to take a small break to write some fluff for Win and Gator for Christmas. ➼ divider credits. @/strangergraphics

Appalled by his lack of wrapping skills, Win helps Gator wrap his gifts to the Lyons before deciding to let him unwrap an early Christmas gift. 

“Oh who am I kidding?  These are gunna look like shit anyway,” Gator muttered under his breath as he fumbled with the wrapping paper, his missing finger making the task more difficult than it already was.  He’d never been very good at it in the first place, but now it was practically an exercise in futility, the package he was attempting to wrap looking more like a crumpled bundle of wrapping paper.

“Waited long enough to do your wrapping,” Win commented, drawn to the room by Gator’s frustrated grumbles.  “It’s almost midnight,” she pointed out before offering to help and Gator’s head snapped up in surprise as she rounded the couch.  

“I don’t need any help!” he huffed brusquely, trying to hide the half wrapped gift.  “I mean, I got it—“ insisted, his voice dropping.

Win gave him a knowing look before sitting down next to him, crossing her legs as she settled on the floor.  “That looks like shit,” she said and Gator let out a snort as he looked down at his work.

“Yeah, it kinda does,” he admitted, his lips twitching slightly.  “Fine, maybe I might need some help,” he relented reluctantly.

Win grinned and pulled the box closer.  “Hand me a piece of tape,” she said, smoothing the wrapping paper beneath it before folding the sides up and over the box, pulling it snug against the sides.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” Gator asked, handing her the tape as he watched in awe.

“I like wrapping stuff,” she said, shrugging.  “I used to wrap everyone’s gifts for everyone else, so eventually I got good at it,” she explained, finishing up the other sides and taping them in place.

“Who was this one for?” she asked, putting a little tag on it and grabbing the pen Gator had on the floor next to him.

“That one’s for Scotty,” he answered and Win wrote his niece’s name on the tag.

“Want me to do the others?  Or do you wanna try?” she asked, turning to Gator expectantly.

He seemed to think for a moment before pushing the next box toward her.  “You do Wayne’s and I’ll try doing Dot’s,” he decided and the two of them got to work.

It didn’t take long for Win to finish wrapping Wayne’s gift and she glanced over to see Gator trying to emulate what she’d done.  The paper was a little crooked, but the paper was much less wrinkled this time.

“Looks good,” she said, giving him an encouraging smile, which he returned, pride shining through.

“Wasn’t that hard,” he quipped, as if he hadn’t needed help in the first place and Win rolled her eyes.

“Now that we’re finished, I was thinking I’d let you open one of your gifts early,” she said, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“I won’t say no to that,” Gator exclaimed, glancing toward the gifts already sitting beneath their tree.  “Does it matter which one?” he asked, clueless to her meaning.

“I was thinkin’… this one,” Win purred, crawling closer to straddle his hips and Gator’s brows rose, his hands going to her waist, fingers dipping just under the hem of her oversized sweater.

“Good choice,” he drawled, a grin playing at his lips.  “Can’t wait to tear this one open,” he breathed, pushing her sweater higher, his palms skimming her warm skin.  Win lifted her arms so he could pull her shirt over her head, shaking her hair out once she was free and Gator’s dark eyes fell to her chest, taking in the sight of her lacy bralette.

“This new?” he asked, his hands ghosting over the delicate lace to cover her tits, coaxing her nipples to stiffen with his thumbs.

“Mhmm,” Win hummed, peering at him through her lashes.  “You like?” 

Gator let out a soft chuckle.  “Course I do.  But now I’m curious if your panties match,” he mused, his palms trailing back down her body to circle her hips, giving them a brief squeeze as he lifted her, helping her to her feet so he could work her leggings down, dragging the elastic fabric down her legs, and she held onto his shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of the garment.

“Well shit, guess they do,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up to hers after admiring the matching bit of lace that hugged her hips and stretched between her legs.  

“Don’t you look good enough to eat,” Gator drawled, pulling her closer to press a feather light kiss to her navel, his lips trailing downward till they skimmed over the lace and he nosed at her clit, his tongue swiping over her clothed folds, drawing a hitched moan to Win’s lips, and her body gave a jerk, her hips involuntarily shuddering, rolling against his face.

“Y’like that, huh?” he breathed, holding her close, not done teasing her yet.  “You smell so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, burying his face deeper into her cunt, kissing her through the lace, the scent of her arousal making his cock stir beneath his jeans.

Pulling back just long enough to tug her panties down, Gator smirked at the whine that caught in her throat at the loss of his mouth on her sex, the sound hitching to a sharp gasp as he lapped at her bare clit, drawing it between his lips to suck at as he worked the damp lace down her legs.  Her head fell back as her hips canted forward, and she buried her fingers in Gator’s hair, glad he wore it loose more often now, and he moaned as her nails grazed his scalp.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the thick denim of his jeans and he paused to palm himself, shuddering at the friction.  

Win bit her lip as she watched him, relishing how needy she could make him so quickly—he was still like such a horny teenager sometimes, barely needing much to leave him desperate and wanting.  Stepping out of her discarded panties, Win took Gator’s hands, helping him to his feet and hastily pushing his shirt over his head.  

“You’re far too dressed for what comes next,” she teased, her husky voice turning syrupy as her hands trailed back down his chest, her fingers running through his soft thatch of dark chest hair, and she leaned in to press a kiss to one of the moles that stood out against his light skin before her lips moved to his nipple, circling it with her tongue as her hand deftly moved to undo his jeans, giving him a soft squeeze through his tented briefs.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Gator breathed in relief, his eyelids fluttering shut as she peeled his underwear down with his jeans to free him, his cock flopping out heavily, already leaking precum.  When she wrapped her hand around him, giving his length a slow stroke, her thumb brushing over his sensitive tip, Gator drew a shuddering breath.

“C’mere,” he grunted, hefting her easily into his arms, and she obediently wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the short distance to the couch, the heavy weight of his cock pressed between them.

Laying her back onto the couch, he nearly tumbled atop her, catching himself against the sofa arm with a soft chuckle, hovering over her, his cock teasing her folds.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he breathed, the words tumbling out in a rush and Win smiled, holding his face between her hands.

“I fuckin’ love you,” she repeated, a soft moan leaving her lips as he pressed into her, the sweet stretch of him nearly leaving her breathless, only for Gator to steal the rest of her breath with a searing kiss as his next thrust filled her deeper, his cock dragging deliciously against her g-spot, causing her to tighten around him, feeling each ridge and vein of his length as it moved inside her.

“You’re the best thing in my fuckin’ life,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear and Win’s arms wound round his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as her chest tightened with emotion.

“Oh Gate—“ 

Win’s words melted into a whine as he snapped into her and she began rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, urging him deeper, her breath hot against the crook of his neck where she buried her face.

“Fuck babe, you’re so tight, so fuckin’ good—“ Gator groaned, babbling praises as the hot coil of  pleasure in his gut constricted with each thrust.

“Wanna make you feel good,” he mumbled, grabbing her thigh to push her leg higher, adjusting his angle, and her body reacted almost instantly, her walls fluttering and tightening around him.

“Oh fuck— Yes, right there—!” Win gasped breathlessly, her hips rolling desperately as heat filled her, slowly spreading outward.

“Gator, please—don’t stop!” she begged, her lips dragging across his flushed skin as she rocked beneath him.

“I ain’t stoppin’, baby, trust me,” Gator grunted.  “Gunna fill this sweet ‘tang, leave you drippin’, honey,” he growled, dropping his chin as if to kiss her, seeking her lips only to find them parted wide, leaving him sharing her breath, panting heavily into her mouth as they hovered together on the precipice.

“Fuckin’ cum for me, Win,” he breathed, almost a plea, and her breath hitched as the earth gave way, her stomach dropping in the familiar rush before the plummet.

“Oh God—Gator!” she cried, tensing as she was swept away and Gator let go, cumming with a shudder, his thrusts slowing as he filled her, and he dropped his face to the crook of her neck as he fought to catch his breath, breathing in her scent.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, lifting his head to meet Win’s blissed out gaze, grey eyes lidded and face flushed.

“You can say that again,” she huffed lightly, pushing Gator’s hair from his forehead, stuck to the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin.

“Don’t think I gotta tell you how much I loved my present,” he chuckled breathlessly, settling atop her, careful not to crush her and she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “Good,” she laughed, letting her eyes slip shut.  “If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you another one before Santa comes.”

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Secrets in Alabasta

straw hats x strawhat!reader (luffy x reader)

gender neutral reader

Character is named Lucky for a reason! Please let me know if you want more from this same character! 

This is my first fanfiction ever, so please give me some feedback and be nice!

Warnings: angst?

written on: 3/22/24

word count: 1091

I stand in the middle of the vast desert, watching as two figures dig into the hot, dry earth. The sun beats down mercilessly, casting harsh shadows and making the air shimmer with heat waves. As the day bled into night, the guilt begins to consume me. I keep staring out into the desert waiting for him to find me. The sand behind me begins to shift as Luffy lays next to me trying to catch my eyes. I hate how well he can read people. 

“Everyone is starting to head to bed,” Luffy says, “what are you still doing out here? 

I shake my head, not trusting myself to say anything besides the truth that is clawing at my throat. Luffy’s eyes move from my own to my hands, which dig in the sand, hoping to bury my secret and my guilt. His hand grabs mine. “What are you still doing out here?” He repeats. I shake my head again and kneel over, the bile in my throat becoming too much as I throw up into the sand. Tears begin to leak out of my eyes. 

“Luffy,” I sob, “I can’t do this anymore!”

He stares at me.

“I need to tell everyone something!” I choke out.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up, leading me back to the worn down, broken home we are staying in while in Yuba. I lock eyes with Toto and he glares at me. He knows my secret, I think. I close my eyes and look away, as I let Luffy lead me into the house. The door slams open and six pairs of eyes are on the both of us. Luffy lets go of my hand, going to stand next to Sanji. 

“Lucky, has something to tell us.” Luffy exclaims dropping onto the nearest bed. 

I glance back at the door. I should run, I think. 

“What’s wrong Lucky-swannnnn!” Sanji spins towards me with hearts in his eyes. 

I could feel my hands start to shake, the sand I was previously holding raining onto the ground. My eyes follow it. I look back up and lock eyes with Vivi. She looks concerned, waiting for me to reveal my truth. I look away quickly, glancing at Chopper, Zoro, Nami, and Usopp. I take a deep breath. Chopper bounds towards me, holding out a handkerchief. I did not even realize I started crying again.

“So,” Nami juts out her hip, “what is it?” 

I move my gaze over to Luffy, who seems to be falling asleep. My gaze blurs and I listen to the sound of digging outside. The guilt begins to bubble up. I feel like throwing up again.

“There is a reason people call me Lucky,” my words come out involuntarily, “it’s a codename of sorts. My father used to call me that growing up and it stuck. His little Lucky-Gator is what he called me. But it's also a codename to my codename, Miss St. Patrick’s Day! Get it? Lucky! My real name is Y/N!” I cry out the truth. But I know there is more to say. My voice begins to waver as everyone's eyes start looking around at each other, confused at my rambling. Before anyone could interrupt, I begin to speak again. 

“I told you that I was in Shell’s Town to claim Buggy’s bounty. I wasn't lying about that, I mean at least partially. I was there for Buggy. More specifically, I was there to kill him. My - uh- my boss wanted me to kill him. But then you were there Luffy. And I felt like it was fate when you asked me to join your crew. I needed to get out of there.”

Zoro speaks up, “You aren’t making any sense.”

I grab at my hair, tugging it. “I know! I know! I am sorry I never told you. But I was so happy to get out. I am - uh- was an agent for Baroque Works, just like Vivi. Vivi didn’t know who I was because he didn’t want anyone to know me. I was a secret. That is why I don’t have a bounty. I should have one with the amount of people I have killed and the things I have done. But he worked with the government to let me off, because I am his daughter!"

Luffy sat up. Vivi asks, “Lucky, who is your father?”

I ignore her question and kept on rambling, “I promise I have no idea what he is doing here. When Vivi told us that he was here, I was just as confused as you all were. I haven’t contacted him since Shell’s Town and it was about -”

“Lucky,” Luffy interrupted, “who is your father?”

“Crocodile” I whispered, “I swear to you that I am not working with him. He doesn’t even know I am here with all of you. I know you want to kill him, Luffy. I don’t think I can stop you from doing that. Once he finds out I am here, he will have agents coming to collect me.” 

I step back towards the door. My hand on the knob. 

“That is why I am leaving you all here in Yuba.” 

Luffy shot up at that. I raised my hand towards him, signaling him to stop. 

“This isn’t up for debate Luffy,” I start, “I know you are my captain, and I should listen to you, but I need to leave you all here. My father won’t hurt me, but if he sees me with you, he will hurt you. I am going to go find him and I will meet back up with you all at some point, if you still want me.” 

I glance around one more time. Chopper and Usopp share a scared look, and I can't read Zoro or Nami. Sanji lights a cigarette, and finally I look at Vivi. She has tears running down her face. I open the door stepping out into the night, the sand crunching underneath my feet. 

“We will find you, Y/N,” Luffy exclaimed, "You are my nakama!"

I turned and began walking into the night. I could feel a smile pulling at my face at the thought of Luffy using my real name. No one had called me Y/N in years. At that moment, I realize that the desert held more secrets than could ever be unearthed. And as I turn and walk away, I knew I would forever be haunted by the man digging in the desert. I know I have to free him from his chore. More importantly, I need to free myself from my father’s grasp.

[her-mortal-projections]

Tease

More Gator smut for those in need of it 😘

18+

You can feel his eyes on you from across the bar. He's had you in his sights all night, bitterness growing as you ignored him. You knew exactly what you were doing, flitting around, going from your table of friends then up to the bar to order more drinks. You catch him staring at your legs, watching as he was practically salivating over how short your dress was.

As the night was nearing its end, he couldn't stand it anymore, he had to make his feelings known. He drags you out to the gravel parking lot, while you wince from his harsh grip on your arm. He leads you to his patrol car and stops next to it.

"Gator, what the fuck?" You ask, after wrenching your arm away from him.

"You really gonna act like you have no idea why I'm pissed?"

His eyes bore into yours, as you saw genuine hurt in them.

"Should I know every reason behind all your little tantrums?" You counter, unable to help yourself.

He shakes his head while rolling his eyes, trying to maintain his tough composure.

"You should really check your attitude with me, darlin'," he advises, taking a step closer to you.

"You don't scare me..."

He laughs, before trying to pin you against the fender of his car.

"But I do think you're a fucking creep..." you breathe, before trying to push him away from you, but he barely moves.

He smirks as he grabs your wrists, holding them against your chest.

"Says the slut that flaunts her body for attention," he replies pressing your body against the cool metal of his car. "You should feel lucky to have me, since there are some real creeps out there that would love to defile a pretty thing like you."

You only glare at him in response, while trying to wriggle out of his hold. He only grips you tighter, making you wince again.

"In fact, you should thank me for looking out for you," he continues, leaning in close. "Kiss me."

"No," you refuse, turning away from him.

He then releases your wrists so he could roughly grab your chin.

"I want you to put your arms around me and kiss me," he lowly commands.

Your eyes challenge his, as they now resemble the night that surrounds you.

You sigh, before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press your lips to his.

This isn't how you wanted the night to end. You wanted to rile him up, but you didn't expect him to get so angry. Your goal was just to tease him all night, to make him so hot for you he couldn't think straight.

He eagerly kisses you back, with his hands dropping to your waist, to pull you into him.

A soft moan escapes his lips when you don't break the kiss. Truthfully, this is what you wanted too, he just had to be an ass about it.

"I can be so good to you, honey, if you'd let me..." he breathes, as his lips move to your neck. "I'd treat ya like a fuckin' queen."

"Really?" You question, already dazed.

"Yeah," he answers, his dark eyes meeting yours. "You just need to let me."

You sigh his name, before he kisses you again.

"Please?" He whispers, against your lips.

"Ok," you softly reply, with your hands now cradling his face.

He smiles. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod.

"Good, I know just the place."

You look at him confused, as he parks outside the Tillman house.

"What are you-?"

"Relax, everyone's gone. We have the place to ourselves," he calmly explains, leaning over to kiss you.

"I still don't think this is a good idea..." you say, as your eyes stay fixed on the house.

"It'll be fine," he assures, with his lips against your cheek. "But if you don't want to, I'll take you home."

You turn to look at him and frown.

"Its not that I don't want to, I just..." Your voice trails off as he kisses you.

"I just wanna be with ya, honey. Please come inside with me," he breathes, his soft voice so sickeningly sweet.

"Alright," you sigh, as lust overrides your better judgment.

He escorts you through the quiet house, while you still feel on edge. You just felt wrong being there, though you couldn't figure out why.

After opening his bedroom door, he quickly pulls you inside. You take in your surroundings and try not to gag at certain things that adorned his walls. His arms are around you again, as he hugs you from behind. You feel his lips on your neck, as his large hands grab your hips and pull you against him.

"Feel that? That's how it's been all night, watching you in this slutty, little dress," he says, as you turn your head towards him.

"I wore it just for you," you reply, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours.

"I know you did, honey," he smiles, letting his lips brush yours. "You're such a little tease."

"Maybe I am, though despite what you think, I only want you," you reveal, before flicking your tongue across his plush upper lip.

He shivers as a whiny moan slips past his parted lips.

"Fuck, you are so hot," he breathes, before kissing you roughly.

His hands leave your hips to squeeze your breasts through your dress.

"Get undressed and lay on the bed," he then quietly instructs.

He lowers his arms so you can saunter forward. You turn to face him while slipping the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders. You then step out of your shoes, before gliding your fingertips over your chest. He actually licks his lips as his eyes hungrily travel your nearly naked body. You reach to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the floor, in front of you. You then teasingly slide your panties down and kick them to the side. You then make a show of laying on the bed, trying not to giggle as you watch his changing expressions.

He seems overwhelmed by actually having you in his room, that his brain almost short circuits. Once he reminds himself that this is really happening, he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his white undershirt.

He then sits on the edge of the bed to unlace his boots. You then crawl towards him, draping your arms around his shoulders while you kiss his neck. He smiles as he imagines you always doing this after he would get home. It's a glimpse into a life he craves, one with affectionate domesticity that only makes him fall even more in love with you.

He turns his head to capture your lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss. You smile into it before pulling away to lay back down. He then quickly stands to unbuckle and unbutton his pants. He pushes them down his legs, just leaving him in his boxers. His eyes meet yours as he palms himself through the thin fabric.

"Now who's the tease?" You playfully ask.

"Patience, baby," he smiles, before taking off his undershirt.

You bite your lip as you watch him take off his underwear. He's bigger than you imagined and it makes you even wetter.

He crawls onto the bed and up your body, nudging your legs wider as he nestles his hips between them. His arms rest on either side of your head while you gaze up at him. He leans down to kiss you and you surprise him by deepening it. He gladly let's you lick your way into his mouth, as your tongue is now one of his favorite parts of you.

Muffled moans leave both your lips as your kisses grow in intensity. He can't help but rub himself against you, while both of you are so desperate for any kind of friction.

"Mmm, Gator..." you sigh, as he places sloppy kisses across your cheek.

"Yeah? You want it?"

You nod, as you guide his lips back to yours.

He lowers more of his body onto yours, as he shifts his weight when one hand glides down your body and slips between you.

"You're just dripping for me, baby..." he breathes, with his teeth lightly biting your bottom lip. "Bet you've been like this all night, haven't you?"

You whimper before kissing him again. He continues to tease with his fingers, before finally slipping his middle finger inside you. He only pumps it a few times, making you whine when he pulls it out and places it between his lips.

"Fuck, baby..." he sighs, " I'm gonna eat you real good later, but right now, I have to fuck you."

"Please..." you breathe, as he strokes himself a few times before easing himself inside you.

Your hands grip his shoulders as he slowly pushes all the way in. Curses and moans fall from his lips as his hips meet yours. He was almost afraid to move, as you felt so warm and tight, he could blow right there.

You whine his name, begging him to move.

"Oh, you want me real bad, don't ya?" His lips brush the shell of your ear as you sigh, frustrated.

"I've wanted you ever since I moved to this stupid, little town, and saw the way you looked at me," you breathe, feeling his lips now on your neck.

"You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen..." he whispers, into your skin. "You had to be mine."

He slowly thrusts into you, making you gasp.

"And you will be after tonight," he adds, kissing up to your jaw.

You whimper against his lips before he kisses you deeply.

"Faster, please..." you pant, into his mouth.

"Already so needy for more, huh?" He teasingly asks.

You nod, with a whine of his name.

"Ok, but..." He holds your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.

"You gotta keep your eyes on me as I pound ya into the mattress."

You nod, again, pulling him into a kiss.

You try to do as he wants, as he fucks you at a brutal pace. Your nails claw at his back as he grunts above you.

"There ya go, baby," he pants, "keep looking at me."

He manages to thrust himself even deeper, making your eyes momentarily close, before you force them open again. He smiles at you, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"Such a good little slut for me, aren't ya?" He asks, while you only whimper in return, and wrap your legs even tighter around his waist.

"I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you, baby," he then growls into your ear.

You cry his name as that sends you over the edge.

"Oh, fuck, that's what you've wanted all along, wasn't it?" He says, as he keeps fucking you.

Tears stream down your face as he chases his own release.

"Been dreamin' of this, fucking your perfect pussy..." he breathes, as he mouths at your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, with every last drop..."

His thrusts are more erratic as he buries his face in your neck, biting down on your sensitive skin when he finally spills deep inside you.

You scream his name as it's all too much for you.

Heavy breathing fills the room, as you each try to come back down to Earth. His body weight is suffocating you, but you don't want him to move. You still cling to him, as he presses his lips to yours. You each share slow, lazy kisses. You actually pout when he breaks the kiss to lay next to you. He pulls you close, while you rest your chin on his chest, gazing dreamily at him.

He smiles as he gazes back at you, his hand reaching to cup your cheek.

You can tell there's so much he wants to say, but doesn't know where to start.

"You really are mine now, right?" He softly asks, as you nod.

You move closer to his face and press kisses all over his cheeks.

"Despite my better judgment, yes," you smile.

"Oh, you're still gonna be like that are ya? Maybe you need some more convincing that I'm the only guy you'll ever need," he replies, with a smirk, as he rolls you onto your back.

"Do your worst, honey," you say, before licking at his upper lip.

His eyes darken as he purrs, "Oh, I plan to."

[pibby-family-au]

Chapter 4: Lessons Learned

Pibby stirred, gently guiding herself out of her dreams and into the waking world. For just a moment, her tired mind didn't fully register the world around her, only that she had been sleeping on rough and cold dirt as she pried herself off of it.

"Bun Bun, when did we go camping?" she murmured, propping herself up on her right elbow to better reach up and rub the remaining sleep from her eyes-

…Eye. Singular. The moment her hand pressed against the bandaging on her face, all the memories of the previous days flooded back to her once again. Her eye shot open, she darted her head in all directions as she took in her surroundings. The last bits of her hope that this had all been some fantastical dream faded away as it truly set in where she was. Completing the ritual of reality by dropping a weight in her stomach and dragging her heart down with it.

This world, unlike all the others, was mostly made up of shades of black, white, gray, and the occasional beige. The depth and feel of the world reminded Pibby of Aunt Maisy's art lessons. She would sketch out a scene in pencil before using watercolor to help parts of the scene stand out. But she'd only ever use the color gray, and this world looked to be following the same principle.

Pibby breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted Alloy Boy standing a short distance away with his back to her. He had his arms up, reaching out to what Pibby realized was the full moon when she looked up.

"Alloy Boy?"

Alloy Boy practically jumped a foot into the air as he flinched at the sound of his name. He turned toward her, cheeks a bright pink as evidence that whatever he was doing wasn't meant for her to see.

"What are you doing?"

Alloy Boy's face went from pink to red as he forced out a laugh. Scratching the back of his head, he stammered, "nothing! Just…stretching! Captain Alloy always stressed the importance of stretching! Gotta do it while you can so you don't pull a muscle!" To demonstrate his point, he mimed doing an arm curl.

Pibby blinked, then smiled, pushing herself up to sit criss-cross. "Oh! I understand! Ally Gator always wanted us to stretch before getting into the pool. We'd sing the "Rules of the Pool" song, which has a part about stretching, before he'd let us swim!"

Alloy Boy hummed as he raised a brow, the genuine interest cooling his cheeks. "Your world really does love singing, huh?"

Pibby shrugged, "singing helps with learning retention."

"Really?"

"Yeah!" she waved her hand at him, "but I can tell you all about it later. You should get some sleep while it's your turn."

Alloy Boy nodded, "okay", turning to his belongings that Pibby only just now noticed by his feet.

He had taken all his supplies and gadgets and wrapped them up in his cape, just like he had done for the past few nights. Also, just like those other nights, he then used the bundled up belongings as a makeshift pillow.

"Alloy Boy?" Pibby spoke up, making him pause from shifting his body to find the most comfortable position to look at her. How that was comfortable for him she didn't think she'd ever understand, even with any explanation.

"Why do you sleep with all your things wrapped in your cape?" she asked, gesturing to his stuff.

Alloy Boy shrugged, deliberately turning to have his back once again to Pibby. "It's just something I've always done when I slept outside."

"You like to camp too?" Pibby asked with an innocent tilt to her head.

"Sure. Night."

Pibby stared at him for a few minutes, baffled at the abrupt end to the conversation that she more expected from Melira.

Speaking of which, she peaked over at Melira. She looked to still be deep asleep with her back to them, her coat acting as a makeshift blanket. She was also using her recently acquired, brown satchel as a pillow like Alloy Boy. Just like with Alloy Boy, Pibby doubted how comfortable that would actually be as a pillow, especially with the metal bat strapped to the top.

Well, with nothing else to do, Pibby pulled the brown backpack that had sat a foot away from her into her lap. From it, she pulled out her magenta journal as well as a pencil. Propping herself up on the nearby tree, she opened up her journal and took the time to flip through each page in pursuit of a fresh one. As she did, she looked at all the multicolored words from past adventures. Some were repeated, while some reminded her of specific memories that brought a fond smile to her face.

Blissful.

Reminisce.

Consideration.

Ingenuity.

Compromise.

Surprise.

She paused, staring down at that last word. The surprise. Pibby felt her heart twist up just as much as her face did as she read and re-read that word in her head.

That day had started out so simple, like any other adventure she and Bun Bun would go on. Now…

Pibby shook her head, trying to free herself of the negative thoughts that kept clinging to her mind like a rooted weed. She needed to take her mind off of all of it. So, she flipped one more page to have a fully fresh canvas to write.

Dear Journal,

Wow, I've never actually used this as a real journal before! I only ever used it to hold all the words Bun Bun and I were learning throughout our adventures.

What should I talk about?

She tapped her pencil against the paper rhythmically to her humming while she contemplated the question. Eventually, she decided.

The "jumps" as we started calling them have been happening less frequently, lately (Maybe I should use this journal to keep track of all the terms we've come up with), so we're able to spend longer times in these new worlds! We've been in this one for about 2 days now. Time is a lot harder to keep track of when every world seems to take place at a different time of day, but we manage. Melira knows a lot about figuring out the time of day. I think she'd make a great teacher if she was a bit nicer.

During the day, we look around for supplies and food, and at night, we take sleeping shifts to keep watch for the darkness.

Having time to explore this world means that we can properly gather supplies. We even have a proper camp!

Oh! And I found a new backpack! It's brown - not my favorite color - but it can hold lots of stuff in it! Bun Bun would have loved-

There she was again. She was freezing up before she was able to write the next words with her pencil.

Bun Bun.

She stared at the written name, her whole body growing heavier and heavier the more she stared.

She tried again at shaking the feeling away, though the thought was more latched to her mind this time around.

They will find a way to fix this, and she will get Bun Bun and everyone from her world back.

We haven't found any other survivors yet, but this world looked abandoned when we got here, so I hope that they all got somewhere safe.

We still don't know anything about why any of this is happening. But that just means that every day is a Learning Opportunity!

We'll get through this! I know we all can! We just have to stay positive!

-

Pibby tugged on the strap to her backpack. It helped give a sense of comfort and security as the three walked down the sidewalk of the silent town.

Since the last several days had been about gathering food and supplies, today was specifically meant to be a search for survivors.

"Alright, to start, we'll search outside. If the darkness is lurking about, then at least we won't risk being trapped inside an enclosed area. Once we're sure it's safe, then we can start looking inside buildings," Melira had explained.

Despite being in the middle of the day, the town's abandoned state was haunting. There was no noise, not even a bird's call, so even something as small as the click of Melira's heels on the concrete sent a jolt of fear through Pibby.

Everything looked so pristine and well kept, awaiting whoever had occupied these worlds to continue on with their lives. As Pibby ran her hand along the glass, for just a moment, she let herself believe that everyone in this world was just still sleeping. Yeah, everyone had just worked really hard the day prior and was taking a nice restful nap.

That delusion was shattered quite literally by the smashed window on the clothing store they approached. Windows on several of the buildings had been smashed, and Pibby frowned as she couldn't use her imagination to fill in the gaps. She knew exactly why that was the case.

"Melira! What are you doing?!" Pibby had cried, horrified as Melira unstrapped the metal bat from her backpack and swung it into the window. The sound was deafening to the previously still atmosphere, and both Pibby and Alloy Boy quickly scanned the area to make sure that didn't attract any unwanted attention.

Melira didn't even bother to look at Pibby, too focused on using the cap of the bat to chip away at the glass still in the frame, "I am not entering an unknown enclosed space without several points of exit, dear."

"But this is someone's property! We shouldn't break what doesn't belong to us!"

Melira very loudly and dramatically groaned. She stopped her work to lean on the bat like a cane as she finally faced Pibby. "Darling, while I have been forced to come to understand that you are from a world of preschool classroom logic, if we are to survive on the streets, we have to drop the playground rules and start acting like survivors."

Pibby grimaced at the memory. While Melira has taken charge and made a lot of good points throughout their time together, it still all sat wrong in Pibby's stomach.

To survive all of this? Did it really mean having to be so mean and violent?

Sighing, she decided to focus on the steps ahead. That's when she realized the potential rhythm in her movements and started to whistle with each step. No lyrics could come to her at the moment, but both she and the world seemed satisfied with the whistles she used instead. Soon enough, the world even started to follow her lead. Inanimate objects started swaying to her rhythm. The sidewalk raised with her high notes and slid her around when she descended the music scale. At one point, they even scrunched up as close together as possible to form piano keys that Pibby did an impromptu dance routine with alongside a lamp post.

Several paces behind, Alloy Boy and Melira watched the display with different reactions. Alloy Boy looked to be getting into it, swaying his head along to the beat. Melira, meanwhile, couldn't have looked more bored. The roll of her eyes acting as the culmination to her current emotions.

But Pibby didn't notice either of them, too lost in the moment to care. It was times like these that let her think that things were going to be okay. That if a world like this could still have life to it, then maybe there really was hope for the other worlds. That she could save everything and everyone. All she had to do was stay positive, and she'd get to see her friends, her family, her home!

When that little solo was done, both Pibby and the lamp posts bowed to one another, and Pibby skipped away.

She stopped dead just in front of an alleyway, a very distinct and familiar giggle catching her attention. She looked into the alley, the shadows that cloaked it not leaving much room to distinguish shapes. But still, there was that giggle. She knew that giggle, loved that giggle with every last piece of her heart that she could spare.

"Bun…Bun?" she hesitantly called into the shadows. When only giggles responded, she carefully stepped into the alley, all the while attempting to fish out her flashlight from her backpack. When she managed to find it and click it on, her heart practically skipped and did a backflip all at once.

Bun Bun stood slouched over with his back to her. Still, even from behind, Pibby knew that it was him.

"Bun Bun?" she asked, eagerly stepping closer to him.

He twitched. A sign of life! He was alive! Pibby beamed, dropping the flashlight and rushing toward him. She was lucky that the flashlight had landed in such a way that it still illuminated his body.

"Bun Bun, you're okay!"

If Pibby had been thinking a bit more clearly, she might have noticed the fact that Bun Bun still hadn't moved, still hadn't even at least turned to face her. Almost like he was waiting for her to approach him.

Waiting to lure her in-

"Pibby, stop!" Alloy Boy cried, finally making it to the alleyway's entrance. Pibby paused just as she had reached out toward Bun Bun to look back at Alloy Boy. Those few seconds were just enough time for Bun Bun to lunge.

Pibby screamed as Bun Bun grabbed her arm, digging into it and turning Pibby's cry of fright into one of pain. She tried to pull away, but something dug deep into her arm, latching itself onto her and only causing more pain. Pibby squeezed her eye shut as she struggled to get free.

"Bun Bun! You're…" when she braved her eye open, hoping to use it to try and reason with Bun Bun, it ultimately bulged in horror as she was forced to look up. "-h-hurting…me…" she squeaked.

What towered before her was not Bun Bun, not anymore. It had his face, yes, but this Bun Bun was twice as big as her and held none of the sweet innocence of the bunny she knew. It was as if someone had taken his smiling face and tugged on it until his jaw popped off, leaving it hanging loosely for his distorted giggles to spill out of. Not just that, his whole body looked off. Small bits of him glitching every which way, parts of his body looking more blurry than others.

And his eyes, they were without pupils. They were missing their pupils, leaving Pibby with nothing to stare at but blank orbs with no life behind them.

The darkness rippled, and more horribly familiar faces emerged like they were surfacing from dark waters. Terry, Ally, Buggy, one by one, the faces of her friends showed themselves from the darkness, all of them with the same twisted forms and corrupted smiles. Bun Bun's form retreated partially into the darkness, leaving only his head visible like the others.

Pibby was frozen, her breath not taking in enough air as it was letting out. The only thing that managed to stop her from completely freezing up was the very darkness surrounding her loved ones. Some of it was in the arm that was holding Pibby hostage. Just feeling it crawl its way into the wound Bun Bun was giving her felt like thousands of little bugs trying to burrow under her skin.

"Bun Bun!" Pibby cried desperately.

A gunshot rang out, and the area that would have been Terry's shoulder exploded in a fountain of red. It splashed Pibby's face, but she didn't get a moment to think about it before she felt two hands wrap around her midsection. Alloy Boy sprinted out the alley with Pibby in his arms.

But her former friends didn't want to let go of her that easily. They each reached out to her, grabbing at any part of her they could and tearing away at it before she was fully wrestled away by Alloy Boy.

Melira, who had been holding the gun, shot two more bullets at the retreating animals, all of them still smiling even as one of their numbers dissolved away.

Melira's eyes narrowed. The darkness, it was��shrinking? Yes, as the turtle one dissolved, his very being pixelating away into simple blocks of colors no different from the rest that made up the darkness, the darkness itself shrunk.

The remaining smiling faces stared her down, trying to be as tall and imposing as it previously had been but not able to reach the same height. Melira remained rooted, taunting with her defiant stance and her imposing glare.

Before the darkness could think to make any next move, Melira was faster with the gun, firing two more shots that only managed to hit the darkness itself.

The animals shrieked with laughter, though it was so deformed it might as well have been an actual scream of pain. The darkness scrambled to get away, slipping into the shadows and out of sight.

Melira growled, wanting to keep firing but knowing that she needed to save the bullets. Frowning, she stashed her gun away and ran to rejoin the others. But even as a growl bubbled through her being and bristled through her fur, a smirk crept its way onto her face.

-

"Pibby, are you alright?"

Even though Pibby's stare was looking right at Alloy Boy, her gaze seemed to go right through him, just as his words seemed to wash right over her. She flinched when something cold and wet pressed against her face. A rag? Right, a rag. A rag to wipe away the blood. Terry's blood.

Terry…Buggy…Ally…

…Bun Bun

Was this even something that one could come back from? Was Bun Bun…everyone…gone for good?

And Terry! Melira shot him!

"Here, let me replace your bandages. We should get the one on your arm wrapped first." Pibby's arm was limp in Alloy Boy's hands as he pulled out a first aid kit. She didn't even flinch when he applied the alcohol wipe to her wound. Strangely, she couldn't feel…anything.

At least she could hear again. Unfortunately, what she had to hear was Melira's loud laughter.

"Well, was that the 'Power of Love'," she said with such sickeningly false sweetness, " that you were so convinced would save the day?" Melira mockingly clapped her hands. "Well, bravo, darling! I must say that was truly entertaining!"

Melira continued to howl with laughter. Alloy Boy finished bandaging Pibby's arm before turning to glare up at Melira, not that she had noticed or likely would have cared. Pibby, on the other hand, merely kept her head down, her breathing eerily calm and steady.

But as Melira's laughter continued to ring out into the forest, Pibby clenched her free hand into a fist, scraping the trail below her and crushing the loose dirt in her palm.

"You know, Melira..." Pibby rasped out, her voice flat, defeated.

It was that dead tone that actually made the smile vanish from Melira's face, pausing her laughter mid-chuckle.

Pibby took a deep, long breath in and took even longer to let it out. "When you have someone you care about, you... you want to hold them close. You want to cherish -"

"Cherish!" The disembodied voice called out. But the accompanying letters that floated above them weren't their normal bright colors. Instead, they were dull, looking bleached of their vibrant hues, and faded away like sand in the wind within moments.

"-them. Protect-"

"Protect!"

"-them. Love them with every last piece of your heart that you can spare."

Pulling away from Alloy Boy's grasp, she held out her arms in front of her. Like she had done a million times in anticipation of Bun Bun running into them for a hug. Even now, she could vividly picture a little bunny beaming at her as he ran to her arms.

But, there was no little bunny to scamper into her embrace. The idea that there never would be one again caused a single tear to streak down Pibby's face. "You'd do anything for them just as you'd know that they'd do the same for you. And if you lose them, it hurts more than the pain any scratch could ever hope to."

Melira actually flinched at those last words. Just knowing that they were jab at her caused an almost physically stabbing pain in her chest.

Pibby's arms fell limply at her sides. "Loving and being loved can be the greatest feeling in the world, and also hurt so much you feel like...well…like you're already dead."

Finally, Pibby lifted her head up and turned to face Melira. Her stare looked tired, lifeless, like Melira could see her very spirit fading away through them.

"But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?"

Melira didn't respond. She couldn't. No matter how much she tried to summon the words to bite back at such an obvious slight, nothing could form on her tongue. Especially not under the pressure of Pibby's stare.

But, she was soon spared from further judgment under Pibby's gaze as Pibby sighed again and turned away. She stood up, not even bothering to check and see if the others were following as she dragged her body toward their campsite. "Common, let's go."

Alloy Boy and Melira didn't immediately follow, not that there was any urgency with how slowly Pibby shuffled away. They looked at each other, Alloy Boy glared at her once more before lightly jogging to catch up to Pibby, leaving Melira to stand by herself before she reluctantly followed after them.

-

"But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?"

With her head resting on her paw, Melira's sigh whistled through her fingers as she stared into the soft glow of the fire. It was late. She knew that it was her turn for sleeping, but every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Pibby's tired, critical stare haunting her. What didn't help was those same words echoing in her ear, festering in her thoughts like weeds overtaking a garden.

She looked to her side where Pibby slept. Once everyone else had fallen asleep, she had discreetly shuffled herself to sit next to Pibby. She didn't know why, but here she was.

She sighed again, harsher this time. Why was she doing this? Why was she doing any of this? It wasn't her fault that Pibby was so naive to fall for such an obvious trap. Why is she being judged so harshly for it? And why is she letting it affect her so deeply?! Many mutts have said much harsher and crude words toward and about her, and all of their words just washed off. But those words,

"But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that. Would you?"

Those words sat like a rock in her stomach, a weed in her brain, and a brick atop her heart. At first, she mentally tried to argue against it. Her mind drifted to Tux as the obvious answer. But as she thought of him, and the ghost of his kiss still lingering on her lips, that argument faded.

No, he wasn't a good example. She used his feelings for her to leash him into loyalty. He was a servant to her to the very end, nothing more.

"The only reason I even wanted him still alive was so he could continue to be of use," she quietly admitted to herself.

Her ear flicked toward the sound of sniffling. But as she glanced down toward Pibby once again, she didn't see Pibby.

Instead, she saw a small grey kitten curled up into herself, whimpering as she furiously shivered. The thin, tattered dress did nothing to shield the small kitten from the harsh winds that invaded her little box and whipped around her, stealing any warmth that she desperately tried to cling to.

She couldn't focus on the cold, as that only seemed to rob her more of her warmth. And since she didn't want to focus on what forced the tears from her eyes, she had to focus on other things. Like the sound of quick footsteps outside her box. No doubt the other cats and dogs who had a home they were hurriedly trying to get back to. Too focused on their own lives and destinations to even notice the little kitten.

Melira's mind snapped back into the present, returning the shape of the little kitten to that of Pibby.

Pibby, the girl who didn't even know Melira, who was hurt by her, and yet still went out of her way to help save her. Melira picked up a few strands of Pibby's hair that had fallen in front of her face, gently combing them through her claws and out of the way. However, she froze partway through when Pibby's bandages were allowed to peek through, putting what Melira had done was on full display.

Melira sighed again, rubbing at her temples. She truly was losing her mind, wasn't she? Pibby was naive. Love and kindness had no place in the world Melira knew. And she doubted that it would get any better in the face of this apocalypse. Yet, still,

"No. I know a lot of things, darling," she said aloud, even though she was only talking to herself. "Love for anyone but myself isn't any of them. I didn't think I'd ever need to know what it's like to love and be loved."

Pibby shivered in her sleep. It was cold, wasn't it? Melira had felt worse, and her fur provided good enough protection against it. Pibby, on the other hand.

Taking her fur coat, the last remnant of her fortune, Melira gently draped it over Pibby. Pibby shook out the last of her shivers before they stopped all together, allowing Pibby to sleep soundly.

"But, I think I'd like to learn...if you'd be willing to teach me."

-

Run. She had to run. She had to get away! Bun Bun was there, he managed to keep pace with her but it wouldn't be long before it took him again!

She couldn't let that happen! Not again! Please don't take him again!

She tried to hold onto him. Tried to carry him in her arms while she ran. Maybe then she could be faster. They could finally escape together!

But the darkness was gaining on her, looming like a tidal wave that sucked the light from the world before its very presence could take whatever was left.

They had to escape! Escape somewhere! Anywhere! Get far away!

Jump!

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The early morning rays of sunlight cut through the trees and gently pried Alloy Boy away from his sleep. As he took in a deep breath in preparation for a big stretch, his nose caught the scent of something cooking. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Melira sitting over a pan of sizzling eggs. There was also the fact that the forest around their little clearing was no longer various shades of gray, but now a lush green, but that wasn't anything too important to focus on.

Melira and Pibby were still there, and the fact that Melira was making breakfast was weirdly the more surprising fact to wake up to this morning. Especially since she was not wearing her coat and instead had it draped over Pibby.

Three plates surrounded her, a bowl of dry instant oatmeal sat beside each one. The kettle sitting close to the open flame gave Alloy Boy a pretty good idea how soon it would be ready.

"Morning, darling," Melira said civilly, not looking up as she used her spatula to start flipping the eggs.

Alloy Boy raised an eyebrow, "you're making breakfast?"

Melira shrugged, "I had a hard time sleeping. Might as well be productive."

To that, Alloy Boy just responded with a curt, "hm," before turning to his belongings still wrapped in his cape. As he flipped it over and undid the knot-

"You were homeless, weren't you?"

Alloy Boy's head snapped toward Melira, who still hadn't looked up from her task. He stared at her with wide eyes. When she continued not to meet his gaze, he dumbly responded with, "huh?"

"You're overly polite, rely on others to make decisions, have low self esteem, are incredibly secretive, and you're very protective of your belongings," Melira listed off, as flippantly as one would list off the groceries they needed.

The kettle whistled, signaling that the water had finished boiling. Picking up the stick laid beside her, Melira carefully nudged the kettle away from the fire before grabbing the handle.

"Without fail, you wrap them in your cape and use it as a pillow. That's what you do when you don't want your belongings stolen in your sleep. What a homeless person does." Opening the top, she started to pour the hot water into each bowl. "And your other behaviors signify that you were only recently adopted."

At first, Alloy Boy could only stare in mute shock. When he finally managed to find his voice, it came out as a growl to accompany the harsh glare he aimed at Melira."So, what?"

Melira grabbed one of the bowls and started stirring it. "No need to get upset with me, darling. I was just making an observation."

Alloy Boy rolled his eyes, returning to looking over his belongings. In a whisper he thought she wouldn't be able to hear, he said, "please, how would you even know? I bet you didn't even spare a glance to people on the street from your limo."

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Melira did hear him. Melira opened her mouth, then held it open as what she wanted to say danced on her tongue. Ultimately, she forced it closed, sighed, and replied with, "It was an observation based on experience."

Now, what that meant didn't click for Alloy Boy at first. At first, he paused, squinted, then shot his eyes open as the realization finally sank in for him.

"...You...were homeless?" he asked, just as slowly as it took for his head to turn back toward Melira.

Melira shrugged, "you broke into my mansion. Did you see any photos of parents?"

"...No, I guess not."

She let out a slightly bored sigh. "Exactly. In my world, if you weren't rich and you didn't have family, you were...S-O-L, to put it crudely. The orphanage wasn't much of an option since the director was secretly selling the children. So I was an alley cat from the age of 4 to 13."

Alloy Boy jumped up like the ground had caught fire. "What?!-" Melira harshly shushed him, gesturing at Pibby, who only shifted in her sleep-" They were selling children?!" Alloy Boy continued at a more controlled volume.

Again, Melira shrugged, "who was going to stop him? The police? They all had already accepted the bribes. And no one was going to help a dirty child on the streets, much less listen to them."

Melira chuckled humorlessly, "and they all called me the villain for building my mansion atop that orphanage."

Slowly, Alloy Boy retook his spot on the ground. He didn't immediately respond to such a statement, his brain sat torn between what was worse; the fact that Melira had to live through such an experience, or how casually she was able to say it. How much hardship does a person have to go through for such words to no longer affect them? Such thoughts weighed down on his heart, and he found himself glancing pitifully at Melira. "That's horrible," was all he could think to say.

To his surprise, those words actually made Melira finally look up at him. But what he was greeted with was a cold glare as she bared her fangs at him. "Don't pity me," she snapped, as harsh as if she had actually bit him, "I would have taken advantage of that barely a week ago."

Alloy Boy's mouth snapped shut. Looking down, he tried to think of any way to steer the conversation away from where it currently was. All he could think to say was, "But...you just didn't really seem very...empathetic enough to imply you grew up on the street."

Luckily, that had a better outcome. Melira blew the air out her nose, her fur smoothing back out as she returned to preparing breakfast. "Yes, well, I suppose I have... forgotten some of my roots. But, where the memories dulled, at least the skills remained."

The two of them fell into silence. Alloy Boy fidgeted with his gear while Melira finished the last of the eggs. To Alloy Boy, it just didn't feel like a good spot to end the conversation, especially not after what he had learned. He looked at Melira, almost wishing that she would continue the conversation for him. But, she had apparently said her peace and was more than content with finishing up her tasks in the ongoing silence.

Biting down on his lips, his mentor's words rang out in his head.

'Nothing you want starts until you take action'

He shook his head and stood up. "I'm gonna go scout the area…see where we are."

"Don't go too far and hurry back."

She gasped out each breath, jerking her body from side to side while she cradled her bandaged arm. She could still feel it. The clawing, the wriggling inside her. Even though she held her arm tight and knew for a fact that nothing was moving inside her, she could still feel it! Feel it burrowing inside her very being as it wormed its way through her body and into her mind.

This had to be a nightmare. She wanted to wake up and end this pain. But whatever was happening was holding her hostage, forcing her through every single grueling bit of this agony.

Pibby's eyes snapped open, a scream erupting from her throat so loud it tore at her vocal cords. She laid there, staring up at the sky with her hand clenched over her heart. Each breath out of sync with her rapidly beating heart.

"Pibby! Pibby, darling? Are you alright?"

"I...I had a dream about...about..." she was briefly distracted by the burning sensation radiating from her arm, increasing its intensity. She could feel it again, wriggling again. Pibby choked out a sob as she curled around her bandaged arm, hissing at each surge of pain.

"Take it easy, darling. Breathe." Melira instructed. It was strange hearing Melira's voice being so soothing, but it did help Pibby focus her thoughts.

Slowly, Pibby did as she was told. Though she had to force it, she took deep breaths in and out. And, soon enough, the pain in her arm subsided into a dull tingle. Like when your limb would tingle after falling asleep.

"Thank you," Pibby whimpered out, rolling into a sitting up position. She looked up and quickly realized two facts. It was just her and Melira, and the forest that surrounded her was different.

"Where's Alloy Boy?" Pibby asked, deciding that to be the more important question.

Melira flippantly waved her hand, "he went off to scout the area. He was hoping to get some idea of where we were now. I don't know why he bothers at this point-"

Pibby nodded, though she wasn't really listening. She rubbed at her bandage, still too lost in her thoughts to actively engage with the conversation. Melira was quick to note that as well and stopped herself. Even though she had stopped talking, Pibby still continued to nod along.

Melira reached out toward Pibby but paused. Her hand flinched back, almost retreating to her side. Melira pressed her lips hard into a line before she reached out and gingerly took Pibby's arm in her paws. "Here, let me change your bandages, dear."

Pibby wanted to react. She really wanted to know why Melira was suddenly being nice to her. But, she was still being held hostage by her own thoughts. Drowning in them until there was nothing but darkness in her own mind. Darkness broken up by one singular thought,

The darkness was messing with her.

It almost made sense in a twisted sort of way. It waited for every time she was happy, waited for just the right moment when she was filled with hope only to rip it away from her again.

She almost wanted to laugh. But there was nothing funny.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Please give me your headcanons/ideas on Ranger Marsh, and my life is yours🙏 (He's my favorite old man yeehaw squeeeeeee)

YEAH HE IS

Ranger marsh is THE FATHER OF ALL TIME to me because listen-

I live in Florida. Whenever they talk about manatees or red tide or the effects of a cold snap im like YOOO I KNOW ABOUT THAT!!!

I need yall to understand 🙏 hes part of the fcking ecosystem.

He understands the needs and behaviours and everything about the everglades and its creatures. He knows how to talk to them and they know him and love him. He chooses to go out and help right away with this " I gotcha dont worry about nothing!" attitude

Hes so connected with it and its beautiful-

Its just that sense of community hes got with all the creatures in the everglades that makes me 🥺 hes got such a kind heart and he seems like the person to choose to do something because someone has to yk?

Alot of people would be offput by all the bugs and heat and etc, but he just goes oh well and keeps going along and I think that is SO special

And im gonna be honest here. Alot of people ARENT. Like at all, and they do the dumbest sht

One time my dad and I were on a board walk near a river that had gators in it and there were signs about it too. We saw this??? Fcking guy in a whole business suit with his kid wanting to give a little gator fcking store bought chicken nuggets??? 💀🙏 we like kindly explain uhhh heyyy don't do that cuz u don't want gators to associate humans with food or (gestures broadly to all the many reasons u shouldn't feed wild animals)

And then we continued our walk, but when we turned back we fcking saw a mini crowd (with several small kids leaning THROUGH THE GAP in the railing) surrounding a guy with a kiddie fishing pole trying to??? Idk feed the gator the chicken nuggets.

There were signs about not disturbing the wildlife.

I didnt exaggerate a single aspect of this btw.

Like thank fck gators are ambush predators and not chasers cuz those guys can run and climb like nobody's business... and hide under cars

SIDE TANGEANT ASIDE alot of people just aren't in tune with and have like a totally unrealistic and detached from reality expectation of that kinda nature. But ranger marsh (i headcanon that his first name is Rover btw cuz not only is that a flooding guy name but cmon- RIVER MARSH?!!) Is always so patient about explaining that kind of stuff to the others in the show

Hes got an understanding and a system on how to handle things.

Also I do appreciate how he struggles with understanding technology and prefers old fashioned ways. Because while there are alot of folks like that, alot of people can be... very aggressive about it if u disagree with them :(

But ranger marsh, while he can't understand, he still does come around and appreciates it the best he can yk? Like sure he doesn't get WHY and he sucks at it, but he comes around and appreciates it, even if it isn't always for him

The awe he felt when the gup k went under water and he saw the world he loves from an entirely new angle? Oh my god my heart-

He would absolutely take in any stray creature that needs help, he feels like the kinda guy that would've tried to help a wild animal heal up in the garage when they were a kid and everyone else told him not to touch it 🥺

Also personal headcanon time:

I dont think this guy could keep a secret for the life of him. Like this guy doesn't even realize, he feels like the guy would would see something weird and then go " well ill be i never did see anythin as strange as that before" to a fcking bush or the sky

He sort just has this factual way of speaking that reminds me of people who go "well yeah well when ya go n talk her dont mention x and x cuz I'm pretty sure she's suspecting her boyfrens been cheatin on her and oh I wasn't supposed to share that was i."

Also I feel like maybe I'm just projecting and making him autistic but like??? Has a hard time dealing with change??? Likes being in the wild with a bunch of creatures??? Probably needs his "two hours of contemplating on the back porch" every day ????

Hes absolutely the type to want to dig in the mud for hours thank you, he absolutely went fck living a normal life in society I want to be friends with the animals under my porch

I desperately want him to basically go "hm ok ur staying here for tonight" to calico jack who is the equivalent of a (very kind and gentle) feral stray 🙏

I'm gonna make a post about their dynamic later lol

Cuz likes its an old funky pirate cat with isolation issues thats probably scared of gators and Caimens for I lost me leg reasons and hasn't had like a normal meal in probably over a decade at least

(Cj probably can't handle dairy but he's gonna try (and fail) ranger marsh probably makes delicious mac n cheese)

also cj literally uses a peg leg that can NOT be good for his back, like there's so much special care needed if u have a proper prosthetic but a peg leg is like 💀🙏 so bad

I feel like CJ is this very kind and gentle soul, but the second he meets someone his age (cuz they ARE around the same age) he just becomes a wet gremlin, ill yap more about it on their dynamic post tho

As for the question of "ayyo whats up with ranger marshes wife or rather tweaks mom what's up with that"

I dont think tweaks mom died or anything, I think they just divorced when she was in like middle school and then he got her legos to try to help her feel better 😭

probably just cuz of personal differences... but yk some people can get kinda :| during divorces and stuff

I feel like they were probably high school sweethearts that got married before they even grew as people

It seems to me like tweak was probably homeschooling and definitely was skipping grades and whatever

I liek to think she has lego models of all her gups and that she had an emo phase in middle school 🙏 she still has the spirit in her soul but let's be real she's probably too busy elbows deep in an engine to upkeep that stuff anymore lol

(Ik we saw a younger tweak before in the show but like who says it wasn't at a different point in her life lol)

I dont think she was necessarily into emo specifically as a way to rebel her own parents btw (at least not her dad) but just because she liked the culture lol and was probably on my space as a teen

She 100% tried to take her dad to a monster truck show at least once and he absolutely did not understand the hype 😭 but tweak was inspired to take inspiration from the mix of animal designs and unique shapes into something more eco friendly and versatile tho

Like the gup k is just a wetland monster truck 🙏

She absolutely had years of trial and error with all sorts of gizmos that exploded at least a few times before she got the hang of engineering

Probably tried to make all sorts of things to help the little critters her pa took care of

Might be part of the reason he doesn't understand tech that well because when ur a kid without alot of money u gotta work with what u have and sometimes that doesn't always work out XD but hey restriction of choices can lead to alot of unique and creative solutions!

idk the exact reason why ranger marsh and his wife would've divorced,maybe it was just a difference in how they envisioned their life styles and the fact ranger marsh seems a bit too "introverted and quiet" for a more social life and environment with a normal job tbh

(Cough autism cough they are both autistic in different ways cough)

but the everglades have always been tweaks home and I doubt she wanted to leave. I think she still talks to her mom and stuff but just... not that much

I dont really think ranger marsh would've tried again in that type of relationship, hes too busy being busy with life and enjoying the small moments

And hot cocoa from the machine that tweak gave him as a gift

He absolutely helped her keep her room organized and tidy as a kid tho, but look at her room into he octopod now XD

Also SOMEONE MAKE HIM SAY " BLESS THEIR HEART" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE THATS THE NUMBER ONE SOUTHERN SAYING-

Like 🥺 idk if yall know but bless ur heart can mean alot of different stuff depending on the context- it can go from "oh my goodness thats awful I can empathize with that and I wish them the best" to "well.... that person has no FCKING idea what they're doing but.... bless that idiots heart hes trying😂 🙏"

[tsams-and-co-memes]

TSAMS Monty Canon Info

Updated - 6/24/25

Monty’s likes:

Winning

Screwing with people

Trains

Tea

Aggressive humor

Earth

Money

Frolicking

Clickbaiting people

Fire

Their favorite season is winter

Small dogs (they've always wanted to get a toy poodle)

Monty’s dislikes:

Kids (<- their thoughts and feelings towards kids may or may not be different now)

Their dad

Stitchwraith

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

El Chip

Miscellaneous:

Monty is gender-fluid and bisexual

Their dad is British. It’s probably fair to assume that by extension, that makes Monty British, too

They have a sister who is a lawyer in Germany

Their mom is dead, and Monty was the one who handled most (if not all) of her funeral arrangements and expenses

They get extremely competitive over gaming

They have a temper and swear a lot

They have ADHD

Monty’s father and sister are human, but were genetically modified to look more like gators. Fazbear's merely bought their dad's likeness and used it to create Monty (<- partial retcon, it seems that Millie is an animatronic like Monty now. Everything about their dad is still pretty concrete)

Monty’s sister’s name is Millie

Their parents used to argue frequently

They once worked as a bartender

Monty’s sister (Millie) is very professional, even outside of her working hours (according to their dad)

Monty’s dad was a horrible parent

They con and rob NFT bros

They don’t pay taxes - they apparently owe $8 and some odd cents to the IRS

Monty built an off brand Vegeta animatronic and a husky animatronic

Monty had a kill switch at one point from Fazbear’s to shut them down if they did anything super bad, but the kill switch no longer works

Monty and Millie play Minecraft together and talk just about every other day, which would mean they have a decently close relationship

Monty plays D&D with Puppet sometimes

Monty hires a photographer to take pictures of them every few months, and the photographer charges $10,000 per picture. They then pay off the photographer with Monopoly money

They had a dragon ball phase

Monty used to sell food to the cartel

Apparently Monty’s nemesis is hip Yoda

Monty knows how to drive and seems to be a better teacher than Sun. It's implied that Monty also knows how to fly planes

Monty knows what Millie's job is, but they don't know the specifics about it

Monty is Francine's godfather

Monty apparently smells like hand sanitizer, according to Earth

Monty’s a fan of alcohol and drinks every so often

Monty has killed an entire population of smurf people

Funtime Freddy had a habit of looking through Monty’s window at night and watching them sleep

Monty swears more when drunk

Monty shows up late for work and then leaves early

Monty knows Spanish

Monty's tail gets stiff when they are angry (fact yoinked from the wiki)

In the past Monty had asked out Glamrock Chica but ended up getting rejected (fact yoinked from the wiki)

Their tail has been said to be magnetic meaning that it can take it off and move it around. Lunar liked to play with it (fact yoinked from the wiki)

Apparently, they are banned from Switzerland for some unknown reason (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They nuked Sweden for unknown reasons (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They are the ones who updated the daycare and have access to cameras (fact yoinked from the wiki)

They had a space station at one point, but it was destroyed by meteors (I think?)

Monty sold a space apartment/house to Sun once, but the place was also destroyed

Monty’s been to jail before

Monty experiments with "medicinal stuff" (with there being implications that the "medicinal stuff" is actually weed. There are two bongs in their new house, and Foxy even picked one of the bongs up and directly referred to it as "weed paraphernalia")

Despite being an animatronic, Monty has functioning taste buds

Monty knows how to pilot (?) a ship

Monty is a grill master and is good at cooking

Monty knows how to sword fight

[hotwritergf]

Ok… I would like a gator tillman smut like maybe he has been away for awhile because Roy asked him to take care of something and when he comes back all he wants it’s reader but he’s not only f*cking reader but makes love to reader… idk something like that

Far too long / Gator Tillman- Fargo / One Shot / Smut

CW- smut, the term daddy is used, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, p in v, porn with a slight plot, established relationship, x reader.

“Been a while huh princess? Daddy has to work, you know that right? Daddy works to keep those hands of yours soft and manicured, while mine are dirty and calloused. Y’like that though don’t you? My hands all rough, rubbing against this pretty little pussy. Look at her, she’s crying out for me. Your little princess brain is leaking out of her.” Gator teases, he rubs his middle finger through your slit. Separating your folds and zeroing over your clit. Your breath hitches as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you, his fingertips grazing your g-spot every time he pumps them into you.

“Please.. No more. No more teasing. Want you. Please.” You’re begging him, he’s been away for little over two months, some bullshit that Roy had sent him away to take care of. You weren’t interested in his work, you learnt a long time ago to ask no questions. Ignorance is bliss. But your body aches for him, your head full of nothing but Gator Gator Gator. Your clit practically throbbing his name in morse code. He knows just how to tease you, having dated you for so long he knew your weak spots, how to melt that mind of yours.

“See, any other time, Daddy would tell you to be patient. But fuck. Babe, I need to be inside you. Been away far too long. Never again. I’ll work from fucking home and dad can just fucking like it.” He spits his words out like venom on his tongue. You knew he was lying, as much as you loved him, he could never stand up to his father. That’s a problem for another day, you hum as he rubs his dick against your slit. Your pussy acting as all the lubricant you could ever need, leaving his length slick and wet. Ready for you.

With his first thrust inside you, you’re putty in his hands. Your breath hitches as his cock hits your g-spot, violating the area until all you can think about is how good it feels. Nobody has ever fucked you so good.

“My girl. My fuckin’ girl. Missed you so much. Not just this ass of yours either. Missed your love.” Gator groans as he gently slaps your ass, leaning forward to rub your clit. It’s almost too much, the praise and the feeling of his fingers kissing your hypersensitive clit.

“Daddy. Missed you too. Love you. Love how you make me feel, love you.” You manage to get those words out in-between moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head with every movement he makes deeper inside you. You’re convinced you can feel him in your stomach.

“Love’ya too- Gonna fill you up so good baby.” His words tease you, all your thoughts muddle up into one, Gator. Gator and how he feels, fucking the moans out of your mouth. Gator and how he’s over-stimulating both your clit and your g-spot at once. Gator and how he’s still wearing that shit eating smirk on his face, knowing how much it gets to you. All you want in your life is Gator.

Your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach, the familiar feeling rising higher and higher. You clench around Gator’s cock. Almost trapping him into cumming inside you as you come undone yourself.

“Close.. so close. Please.” You whimper, your face buried in the pillows of your shared bed as you desperately dribble saliva from your mouth onto the sheets. He picks up the pace, not wanting to waste any more time. He just wants you. He wants to make you feel incredible. And that he does, when your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Gushing over his cock as your tormented clit becomes even more sensitive after cumming. He doesn’t stop fucking you, he pounds into your hole faster and harder than before. It’s all too much for your little body to handle and he knows that. You can’t hold it any longer, your pussy squirting over your boyfriend and the bed.

Soft groans come from behind you as Gator ruts. Wiping the sweat from his brow and pulling out of you, ropes of cum still dripping from cock and dribbling out of your abused cunt.

Gator wipes the mess from your body and his, ripping the soiled sheets off the bed as you both collapse on the mattress in each other’s embrace.

“Love you.” He whispers against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss through panted breaths. “Love you too.” Your eyes still tightly shut, as if opening them would make the moment just a dream. You squeeze his arm a little, needing something to grip onto as you crash back from ecstasy to reality. The pair of you lay there, breathing each other in, not wanting to move a muscle. Roy better not send him away for this long ever again.

[astralbulldragon13]

The Rage of a Father

The markets of Montel were bustling with people; merchants, citizens, travelers, hunters, and as of late, farmers. It was harvest season, and time to sell crops. Their wares came in a wide variety; grains, vegetables, fruits, nuts, roots, even fiberes like wool and hemp. Stalls were set up, and products were peddled for prices that went from reasonable to downright outrageous. 

At one stall, selling dried corn and wheat, was a man, sitting on a stool and shucking the ears of corn. Occasionally, a hunter would buy wares from the farmer, and when they would he would ask them if they had seen a young woman with black hair and a large scar over her left eye. The responses had been mostly negative, so the farmer continued on with his. 

As the sun reached midday, his ears picked up the chatter of a trio of hunters. 

“Wonder what happened to the little brat,” asked a young hunter, a cocky grin on his face.

“Eh, who knows, maybe the big one ate her?” replied a young woman while a tall, redheaded man who was clearly their leader chuckled.

The farmer lifted his head, something inside his soul feeling the urge to speak to his group. So he lifted his hand to hail the group. “Excuse me, friends, a moment of your time?”

The trio moved to the farmer’s stall, looking curious about what the farmer could want with them. 

“What can we do for you, friend?” asked Warren, the red-haired leader. 

The farmer looked at them, his expression somewhat homeful. “My name is Woodrow Bailer. I’ve been looking for my daughter, and heard she’s become a hunter. Perhaps you’ve heard of her, Amber? She’s about this tall,” He held a hand just below his shoulder. “Black hair, and a scar over her left eye?”

The group looked back and forth at each other, eyes full of what could only be described as malice. 

“Sorry, friend,” the yond woman, Sparky, purred, full of false sympathy. “‘Fraid we can’t help you.” 

Woodrow looked at her his eyes full of sincere desperation. “Please, I beg of you, I just want to know what happened to my daughter, if she’s still alive.”

Warren looked at the farmer, their eyes locking. “Do you really want the honest truth, farmer?”

Woodrow nodded, eyes full of despairation. “Please, I haven’t seen my daughter in three years.”

The trio looked at each other, smirks never faltering.

“Last time I saw her, she was tied to a tree in Silverben swamp for trying to steak our catch,” Tony, the loud-mouth young man recounted gleefully, watching as the farmer’s face fell. 

“W-What!” Woodrow stammered, looking at them in horror.” “You… You did that… over a catch?”

The hunters chuckles at the poor farmer’s horror.. 

“To be fully honest with you, friend, your little girl didn’t seem to be fully behind the cause,” Warren commented with mock concern. 

The farmer’s fierce green eyes looked up at the trio. “Is that so?”

Warren’s chuckle turned cruel. “Poor little thing, she was far too soft for our work, I think she was even turning sides. She was weak, and now? She’s probably Gator food, guess she shouldn’t have left that little farm of yours, huh?”

The hunters all laughed and turned away, leaving the farmer to stare at his hands, green eyes vacant.

Unfortunately, for the hunters, that is,that vacancy was very, very short lived. Before Waren could go three paces from the stall, something slammed into the back of his head with a staggering force. He stumbled, barely catching his fall before a knee collided with his ribs. 

Fingers curled into Warren’s hair and dragged him upright, revealing the farmer, standing at his full height. While sitting on his stool, Woodrow seemed to be a man of average height, but no. In truth, Warren’s head just reached the farmer’s nose. 

Warren looked up at the farmer’s glare, trying to give a weak smile. “A punch to the back of the head farmer? Night a very honorable mo-” The hunter’s retort was cut off when the farmer pulled on his hair so that the two of then were eye to eye, causing Warren to stand on his toes. 

“I don’t fight honorably, hunter, I fight to win.” 

Tony and Sparky drew their short-swords, reading for a fight. 

“Hey! Let him go!” Tony snapped as he began to advance on the two men.

The farmer didn’t even glance at the other two hunters and smirked at Warren, before giving a sharp whistle. 

The two younger hunters jumped back in shock as a massive Cane Corso came bounding around the corner, barking loudly. 

“Hold,” Woodrow commanded.

The dog moved himself around Sparky and Tony, barking or snapping sharpy at them to keep them trembling in place. 

The Farmer nodded, then dragged back a few feet, slamming Warren’s back against the wall of the building behind Woodrow’s stall, and holding him there by his throat. “Hear me when I tell you this, hunter, my daughter is twice, maybe three times the person you are. And you know why? Because she was raised with convictions, strong convictions. Something I can bet you and your little goons know very little about.”

Woodrow lifted his other hand and unclenched his fist, revealing a strap of leather wound around his hand and wrist and palm, with a metal hook embedded in it. This was a tool used for husking corn, and the hook could be terribly sharp. Woodrow lifted his hand and lightly rested it against Warren’s face.

“You know, I never cared for hunters. They’re like roosters. All they really do is strut, and crow, and make more of their own.” 

The cold metal the corn huster dug into Warren’s skin, blood dripping down his face and into his beard.

“Now, Little Rooster,” The farmer rumbled low in his chest, “You are going to apologize for what you said about my daughter, and I will consider not breaking something.” 

Warren struggled against the other man’s grip, glaring angrily at him, brown clashing against burning green. “Let go of me, you bastard! To hell with you, and your bra-”

The hunter’s insult didn't get a chance to finish before the heel of Woodrow’s palm, the very one that was guarded with the metal corn-husker, slammed into Warren’s nose, the sharp metal cutting flesh, and most likely breaking his nose from the force. 

“Hey!” Sparky cried out, trying to advance, but the dog snapped his jaws, baring white teeth. 

“Hold, Maller,” the farmer commanded, as his weapon hand moved to hover over Warren’s throat. “I’m not asking for much, Hunter, just a simple apology. Two simple words, then you and your comrades can go, mostly unmared.”

 The hand that was pinning Warren to the wall tightened its grip around his throat. “Just say the words, and I’ll spare your miserable bones the pain.” 

“We’re sorry!” Tony tried to placate Woodrow, but only managed to make the farmer laugh. 

“See, Friend? Even your little crew knows to apologize, now it’s your turn.” He turned to his prey, eyes borring into the other man, waiting for him to crack like an egg.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” Warren cried out. “I’m sorry for what I said about your daughter!” The redhead sighed, sagging in Woodrow’s hold, his resolve broken, like he was certain some of the bones in his face were. 

Woodrow smirked, but there was no happiness behind it. “Good boy.” And with that, Warred was tossed away into the street like a piece of garbage. “And never let me see any of your faces around my stall again, you hear!”

The farmer watched them scramble away like mice, his hands trembling as his dog came to his side, butting his head against his leg. Woodrow stood there for a while longer, watching the crowd as they milled around him. He was going to return to his stool when something caught his eye. A pair of shrouded figures had slipped through the crowd and into the darkness of an alley. And for a moment, Woodrow could swear he saw a face peeking out from the hood, short black hair, scar, and a familiar eye.

[luci-luck]

Earth “ponies” go first! MASSIVE autism dump comin’ atcha live

TW: ableism , grief , parental death (just in case the tags failed)

This is more so for me but I still wanted to share 🫶

Sandstone (Pinkie):

- b i g puppy energy

- Built for work but prefers to play

- Has crystal pony genes but depression makes them subdued. Can only go full crystal mode in a moment of pure and raw jubilation.

- after constantly being told who she’s supposed to be, they rejected the idea of labels entirely

- no labels for gender or sexuality means loving Pinkie does not impact your sexuality score!

- (intersex is not about gender but biological sex. That being said many intersex people use intergender as their gender as it relates to their experience as an intersex person.)

- deals with internalized ableism due to conservative fillyhood environment. Feels bad when they need to ask for help/support. Got herself an unofficial certificate in psychology so he can be his own therapist (it doesn’t work out)

- Parents would totally support the pony version of Autism Speaks just saying. Pinkie’s dad thinks neurodivergency is curable with hard work and the right attitude whilst her mom mourns the loss of her son after the diagnosis.

- ADHD makes xeir rejection sensitivity off the charts

- Internal battery runs on the company of others so can’t ever live alone.

- Had problems with food insecurity

- Relies on sugar as a steady supply of dopamine

- Can have moments of poor motor control. Clumsy

- Eyesight is bad but doesn’t wear glasses. Afraid that ponies will start thinking he is smart and they will expect even more from him. (In human world she wears contacts)

- Feels embarrassed being high support needs and just wants to be treated like everybody else. Hates when xer parents call her “special”

- Also hates being infantilized but is not confident in their decision making

- Xe is a sensory seeker unlike the rest of their family who are all sensory avoiders. Sisters compromise and try to meet his needs. Pinkie in turn tries to be mindful of their touch aversion but finds it hard sometimes. “Everypony’s just so scoop-able!”

- Trained Gummy to “stay”. Is very proud of his emotional support gator

Applejack:

- Is incredibly strong for her size

- feels like she has to constantly prove herself worthy of taking over the farm. Has gotten into arguments with Big Mac about overexerting herself

- Is a hinny (donkey mom and stallion dad) (ofc hinnies are supposed to have tails more like horse but I love the lion tail on AJ so 💁‍♀️) (I said mule in ALT text because most people don’t know what a hinny is)

- Because of this, she is more calm under pressure and thinks more logically

- has major depression from grief and ptsd (duh)

- Isn’t used to being in a stress free environment so she creates the stress

- Likes running the apple stand but certain families trigger her

- Obsessed with anything from the past generation. A time when her parents were young and happy

- Can be a bit insensitive to other’s problems and wants them to “put on their big girl pants” like she had to.

- Feels like she has to fill in the roles her parents used to do. Especially so Applebloom and Granny don’t have to stress over as many things.

- Was in the process of cutting her mane when she remembered that AB liked to braid it so she stopped half way.

- Is the mom of the friend group. Makes sure everyone’s needs are met before tending to her own. (Which is bad btw)

- Has problems with insomnia but getting better.

- Struggles with OCD and will repeat unnecessary tasks if she believes it will help protect her family

- Has an emotional support dog named Winona who also reminds AJ to take breaks 🐕‍🦺

- Sees no point in getting her chronic pain checked out. Will hopefully change her mind in the future. Wears leg braces to ease the soreness.

- Got diagnosed later on. Grief masked her autistic traits.

- Also has a hard time asking for help but has gotten better after she found out that Applebloom has been internalizing that mindset. She must lead by example

- Stick around long enough and she’ll happily invite you over with a hot cup of cider 🍺

- (Other people tend to fall in love while getting to know someone. Demiromantics however need to get to know the person first and then develop romantic feelings later)

- Thought she wasn’t capable of developing crushes until she got to know Coloratura.

[harringtonstilinski]

I Wish You Would - Chapter 8(9); The Useless Hand

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Gator Tillman x Dollface Word Count: 4,163 Warnings: lil' bit of angst, lil' bit of fluff, not proofread, roy (ew), gator's eyes, Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Doll is primarily with Nadine/Dot, as well as Roy in this episode. I DO NOT CONDONE WITH ANYTHING ROY SAYS IN THIS EPISODE. HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE, NAME CALLING PIECE OF SHIT. please do not come at me with any hate. i did not write the script for the episode. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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It was night time by the time you made it back to the ranch house, your body cleaned from the day and Gator’s t-shirt on your body. You laid in his bed, crying because you had no idea what happened after Gator drove off.

As for Gator, all he could think about all night was you as he sat in a chair with his hands tied behind his back in some small shack in the middle of a frozen lake. “Whatever it is, just name it. I’ll go get it, I swear.” 

He was all bloody, his slicked back hair now disheveled and hanging in front of his face. 

“Or we can go get it together. Yeah?” He tried working his hands out of the rope that bound them together. “What do you want? You want drugs? I got a fucking evidence room like a CVS, bro. Everything in there. Blow, meth, Oxy. Get you a shopping cart, you’ll be tripping balls for the next ten years, huh?”

When Munch didn’t say anything, Gator continued, “You want guns? Armor? Huh? I got a freakin’ flamethrower. No joke. All yours.” He leaned forward a little after scooting the chair up some. “You like titties? Huh? Nice ‘tang, clean girls, huh? Young.” He thought about you while he was asking these questions, missing you like there’s no tomorrow. “Sounds pretty good, huh?”

He chuckled weakly at his own statement. Gator just wanted to get back to you as quickly as possible.

“I’m sure it gets lonely out here.” With his patience running extremely thin, Gator jostled in his chair before shouting, “Fucker, I’m talking to ya!”

“A rabbit screams because a rabbit is caught. Knows only that it wants to live,” Munch said.

Gator laughed at Munch before saying, “Try again in fucking English, bro.” Munch stood up and turned to face Gator, a red tipped knife in his hand. As Gator eyed the weapon, he said, “Oh, fuck. Help. Help.” He started backing up, scared out of his mind as he said, “Shit. Help. Hel–” before he fell onto his back. “Oh, shit. Help! Help! Help!”

Being all nonchalant while leaning against a post, Munch said, “An old woman watches young men play a game. She drinks.”

“What?” Gator asked.

“She drinks because her own son has spit the nipple from his mouth. She bothers no one.”

Gator tried to back up more against the wall, not being able to go anywhere before he started to sob. “What are you talking–”

“And yet, you killed her.”

Letting out a weak laugh, Gator thought about that night, about how bad he felt about the accidental death he caused. “I–”

“Yes. Eye,” Munch said. “Your eyes.”

Putting two and two together, Gator thought for a split moment about how he’d never be able to see your beautiful face again if this man - when this man - burned his eyes. “No.” He started whimpering, as Munch started walking towards him.

“As the Bible says, what is taken must be given,” he said, now hovering over a jostling Gator. “This for that.”

“My God,” Gator said, fearfully, crying as Munch knelt beside him, holding his face still. “Nooooooo. No, wait.”

“Shhh,” Munch said. “Quiet, rabbit.”

“Wait!” 

“Quiet.”

“Wait. Wait! Oh, please, no.”

But Munch was on a mission, not stopping his actions until Gator’s eyes were burned.

~~~

You woke up with a start, sweat drenching your body. Dreams of your father abusing you and your mom. Letting out a calming breath, you placed your hand on your forehead. “Oh my god.”

Getting out of the bed, you grabbed your towel and some clothes for the day, taking a quick body shower. Once you got dressed, you made your way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, Roy standing there at the sink.

He turned to face you, an almost satisfied look to his face. “Good mornin’, Little Darlin’.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for Gator’s coffee cup, making the caffeinated drink the way you like it. “Roy.” You took a sip before drawing in a deep breath.

“Ya’know, my son–”

“I’m stepping outside for a moment,” you interrupted. Setting your cup down, you grabbed your jacket and put it on before grabbing the cup and making your way outside. Looking behind you once you got past the barn, you were thankful the building was leaning a little, as it blocked your view of the house.

You quickly made your way to the other side of the abattoir, quietly making your way inside. You smiled to yourself as you leaned against a post, watching as Nadine pulled the bedframe to a certain point before stepping up on it and reaching a post.

Quietly, you took a sip of your coffee, watching her struggle before one of the posts broke, sending Nadine down to the floor. She stood up and started breaking the post more, trying to make a hole. 

“Want some help?” you asked, taking another sip. The woman in front of you quickly turned. 

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked. “Where’s Gator?”

“A couple of minutes,” you answered. “Gator went AWOL. Now do you want the help or not?”

She nodded her head. “Help me break this and then go out the door.”

“Duh,” you said. Standing next to her, you helped her stomp on the wooden floor, breaking the board even more.

Roy, however, stood in between the barn and abattoir, looking at the red building when Bowman came up next to him, saying his name.

“Gator?” Roy asked.

“Nothing. Balls-deep in Little Miss, maybe,” Bowman said, not knowing that you were, in fact, in the abattoir with Nadine.

You looked over the wall, voicing your thoughts of, “How the fuck can he not hear this from the house?”

“Help me get under here,” Nadine said. And you did. You helped her.

Only problem was, now you had to find a place to hide. So you did. You went to your horse, Aurora, giving her some much needed love and attention. You weren’t sure where Nadine went, but what you were sure of was the tons of cars and trucks coming into the ranch.

“Gator, where are you?” you whispered to yourself. You decided to saddle up Aurora before getting on and guiding her towards the front of the house. 

“Where are you going?” Karen asked.

You rolled your eyes, following the tire tracks. “Just taking my girl out for some exercise.” Going around to the back of the house, you watched as Nadine made her way to the storm cellar doors. You went back to the front of the house, getting off your beautiful horse before going inside.

As you stepped foot in the house, you were greeted by two men with guns who simply ignored you as you walked between them. Seeing the secret door to your right open, you smiled a little when you saw Nadine.

“Doll, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“Helping you, duh. What does it look like I’m doing?” you said.

“Just follow me and don’t say anything.”

You zipped your lips shut and followed her as she went to make her way to Roy’s office before a door opening and voices being heard sounded through the house, the two of you making your way to the staircase just to the right of the office.

Making your way upstairs, you noticed she stopped at the first door on the left; Roy and Karen’s room. You rolled your eyes before going down to Gator’s room, hoping he’d be home. When you opened the door, you were met with the same sight you left just a little bit ago. “Damn it, Gator. Where are you?!” you whispered to yourself.

Upon hearing Karen’s voice, you furrowed your brows, stepping out into the hallway as she said, “Hang up the phone or I shoot.” You walked to Roy’s room, seeing Karen with her own gun raised, Nadine’s hands up in surrender.

“Now, Karen,” you said, walking in behind her. “Is that any way to treat our guest?” Looking at Dot, you watched as she hit a button on the phone, only for it to ring again a few seconds later. 

“Ya happy now?” Karen asked.

“Oh, Jesus fix it,” you whispered.

“What?” Nadine asked. 

“Coming back here,” Karen replied. “Ruinin’ everything.”

“I didn’t…”

“This must be a time machine for you.” Karen took a few steps forward, your eyes never leaving Nadine. “He didn’t even change the sheets.”

“That’s fuckin’ gross,” you muttered.

“We sleep in her filth, Doll!”

“Double fuckin’ gross.”

“Can’t escape it. Your curtains. Fuckin’ pictures on the walls.”

“Please,” Nadine said.

Karen raised the gun, the phone still ringing in Nadine’s hand. 

“I just wanna go home.”

“So you can have us all arrested and make orphans out of my girls?”

“Holy hot fuck, Karen,” you said. “She just wants to go the fuck home!”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, Doll, I’ll shoot you, too!”

Nadine hit the end call button and threw the phone onto the bed. They had a little sit of a staring contest, Nadine asking, “When did he give you that, hm?”

You looked at Karen, seeing a bruise on the left side of her face near her eye. “Shut up,” she said.

“Let me guess. You said something a little bitchy. Like, would’cha turn off the lights in the kitchen? Maybe you weren’t fast enough with his dinner?”

“Maybe she cut his ear while cutting his hair?” you suggested. You put two and two together the other day. 

“Yeah, I said shut up,” Karen dismissed, readjusting her gun. “Both o’ya.”

“We can end it,” Nadine said. “Today.”

“Fuckin’ please,” you begged. 

“You and me.” Nadine looked over at you for a moment. “And Doll.” She took a few small steps towards Karen, whispering, “He’s weak. You know it. And then he’ll never hit you again. Or your girls.”

At the twins being brought up, Karen replied, “Fuck it. I’ll kill you myself.”

“Karen, don’t!” you exclaimed at the same time Nadine grabbed the gun and basically slung Karen off of it, taking her to the ground. You looked at her, seeing blood on her face. “Damn, Dot. You knocked her the fuck out.”

Looking at each other, you could see the smile on her face. “You called me Dot.”

“Yeah, well, it’s easier than saying Nadine all the time. Grab her phone.”

Nadine grabbed Karen’s phone before going to the closet, opening it and looking around inside. She pushed some clothes to the side before looking down and opening a secret door.

“Holy shit,” you whispered before following Nadine down the secret ladder down into the laundry room. You opened the door a little bit, hearing some guys say, “Be careful when you put them down there because they’re twitchy,” before you both moved into the kitchen.

Going to the stove, Nadine turned on the burners, turning around and spotting a hat on the chair, twisting her hair before putting the hat on with a smile. You looked by the door, seeing Gator’s Sheriff’s hat hanging up, grabbing it before the two of you walked out of the house, walking down the steps of the back porch once the coast was clear.

“Little Darlin’! Where are ya? Come get your horse! She’s out!”

“Fuck,” you whispered. “I have to go back and get Aurora. I’ll come find you.”

Nadine grabbed your arm in a protective motherly way. “Be. Safe.” 

You nodded before turning away from her, going back around the house, shouting your horse's name. Coming to the front of the house, you sighed in fake relief, going straight for your horse. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“How’d she get out?” Roy asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe one of the hands didn’t lock the gate, or close it all the way?” You pet your horse, looking into her big brown eye, her ear flicking towards you. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Follow me.”

Silently sighing, you left your horse again to follow Roy into the house, putting your hand over your nose and mouth. He turned to you, asking why you did that, but you just shrugged. “Maybe all these men in the house are stinking up the place.”

You watched as Roy turned back forward, his body language saying that he was thinking about the smell and about the lighter that just opened, someone trying to light it. He looked to his right, seeing one of the men trying to light a cigarette, Roy knocking the lighter out of his hand. “Can’t smell that?”

Roy walked into the kitchen, turning all the burners off and opening the window, saying to his men “Doors and windows. Get ‘em open,”  before turning to you. “You know who did this?”

You shook your head, eyes wide. “No. How would I know? I was outside looking for Gator and Aurora.”

Looking at Bowman, he said, “You got played. She was in here. Search the house.” Turning back to you, he grabbed your arm and said, “You’re coming with me. You don’t leave my side.”

Roy dragged you upstairs, going slower once he got to the top and drew his gun. He looked in his room, seeing a knocked out Karen before looking in the twins’ room. Moving down to Gator’s room, he opened the door, saying, “Marcoooooo.” Looking back at you, he pretty much pushed you into his son’s room, whispering, “Check the closet.”

Rolling your eyes and sighing, you walked to the closet and opened it, seeing nothing but Gator’s stuff… and the duffel bag he stole from Munch, the night he accidentally killed that woman.

“Get the bag.”

Grabbing the bag, you took a deep breath before putting on the beg, Roy opening it to reveal thousands of dollars. “Holy fuck, Roy,” you whispered.

“Jesus, kid,” he said. Looking at you, he asked, “What the fuck did he do?”

“I don’t know,” you lied. “But we need to find him.”

“Where did he go?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. He told me to stay here before he drove off after talking to that trooper guy.”

Sighing, Roy said, “Your daddy would have my head if I let anything happen to you. Come on, Little Darlin’. It’s time you see how men handle things.”

~~~

You found yourself standing next to Roy, a whole fuckin’ SWAT team and the FBI standing in front of you. “I need to ask you somethin’, boy,” Odin Little, Karen’s father, said. “Are you Hitler at the Reichstag or Hitler in the bunker?” 

“What’s the fuckin’ difference?” you muttered to yourself.

“Tell your boys there’s sandwiches and coffee in the works,” Roy replied.

“First days or last days, I’m askin’,” Odin said. “See, the man I let my daughter hitch her wagon to was a conqueror, but all I see now is a hobo digging a ditch. And for what? Piece of ass he couldn’t control when he had the chance?”

“What the fuck?” you whispered.

“Ham or turkey, ask ‘em,” Roy said. “Nobody shoots ‘til I say go.” Looking back at you, Roy motioned with his head to follow him. You did so, following him to the horse paddock, where he saddled and mounted his horse, you doing the same with Aurora.

You followed him to the entrance of the ranch, the last place you saw Gator, and the place where there were a bunch of troopers, FBI agents and SWAT team members.

“You must be in some deep shit if there’s a fuckin’ tank out here,” you mumbled to Roy, but as always, he just ignored you. “Why have me follow you if you’re gonna ignore me?”

“You’re on my land,” Roy said, annoyed.

A man in what looked like a military uniform stepped up and said, “Sheriff, I’m FBI SAC Cal Docherty, I have tactical command.”

“And we have got a warrant to search this property,” Agent Joaquin said. “Sighed by a federal judge.”

Roy looked over at you at the same time you looked at him before you both turned back to the agents in front of you, Roy stating, “I don’t recognize your authority.”

“Well, we’re coming in anyway,” Agent Meyer said.

Whispering to Roy, you said, “Roy, I think you should just comply.”

“Now, now, Little Darlin’,” he whispered back before turning back to the agents. “You ever been a firefight, Mrs. Ja-queen?”

“Oh, sweet merciful lord,” you whispered, face palming.

“I was in one yesterday,” Cal Docherty said.

You chuckled at his tone; almost like he was feeling left out.

“Was it against a piglet and about 40 guys just coming back shooting towelheads?” Roy asked. “‘Cause I guarantee you this one’s gonna end a little differently.”

“Oh, my god, Roy,” you said, exasperated. “You can’t just say shit like that!”

Agent Joaquin turned to Agent Meyer and said, “It was a piglet that went missing from the Sheriff’s storage depot, wasn’t it?”

Confused as ever, you said, “Wwwwwwwwwwwhat?!” with a quick head shake.

“I’m gonna say it again,” Roy said. “You’re on. My land.”

“Sheriff, I’m gonna name two names,” Cal said. “You’re gonna show me two faces; Danish Graves.”

“Is that a man or a serious breakfast?”

Groaning, you looked over at Roy and said, “Fuckin’ hell, now I’m hungry.”

“Dorothy Lyon,” Cal finished.

Acting like Gator didn’t even tell him just a few days ago, Roy said, “Who?”

Officer Witt Farr walked up and said, “Nadine Bump. Your ex-wife.”

“Officer Witt Farr!” you exclaimed happily. “Fancy seeing you here.”

After a moment, Roy said, “Okay. I get it now. You joined the witch hunt.”

Agent Meyer asked, “You know what a witch hunt is, right? Not witches hunting men, but men killing women to keep them in line.”

“Well, I tell ya what. There’s about a battalion of gunslingers out there with no sense of humor that are burning rubber to come penetrate you from behind.”

“Jiminy fuck, Roy!” you said.

“So, if I were them, I’d get out of here, Little Darlin’. Now.”

Cal Docherty clicked his tongue and made his way over to stand in front of Roy, saying, “Can’t do it, slick. Now, move that rig, let us in, and uh, maybe this doesn’t end with you and your partner here in handcuffs on the evening news.”

Furrowing your brows, you looked at Roy… and then down at your father, who you never heard walk up.

“Well, you don’t get it, do ya?” your father said.

“Dad, don’t,” you said through clenched teeth.

“This is the path he’s on. Starts at birth and it ends here. This isn’t a trip to Starbucks on the way to the office. This isn’t an idea. God cuts our names into bone. And that’s who we become. He blows His holy trumpet and the walls fall down. You all came here to find Lot’s wife, but she’s already a pillar of salt, and she ain’t turning back. So… go and live. Or stay and die. It’s up to you.”

Roy clicked his tongue, turning his horse as your father grabbed Aurora’s reins, pulling her along behind him. 

After a few minutes of silence and the horses being put up later, Bowman said, “House is clear. What do you wanna do?” as the four of you stood on the porch; Roy, Bowman, yourself and John, your father.

“Cancer can’t survive outside of the body,” Roy answered, before sighing. “She came into the house, used the phone, called in the calvary. But they got here too fast. So they were coming already.”

“Welp, you can eliminate that theory,” you said.

Of course, Roy ignored you as he asked, “What’d you do with the lawyer’s car?”

You didn’t question your confusion, not wanting to make anyone upset.

Bowman answered quickly with, “One of the boys drove it back to Minnesota.”

“Cell phone in it?” he asked, Bowman sounding his agreement. “But it pinged the tower while it was here. So, they know he was here and then disappeared. That means the queen of debt makes a call.”

“Who the fuck–?” you muttered.

“And weaponizes the deep state.”

“Justice for the suits and ties?” you asked.

“That’s right, Little Darlin’. What else is it?”

“War?” 

Nodding at you, he looked out at the land in front of him. 

“If I’m adding everything up right-” You weren’t because you had no fucking clue what was going on. “-it seems like you’re spread too thin there, Roy, and  we still need to find Gator. He’s been missing for a while.”

“She can jump the line at any point,” Bowman said, going back to Nadine as the topic at hand. 

“Maybe,” Roy said. “More likely she’s… somewhere she doesn’t think we’ll look, waiting for the dust to settle.” He looked at Bowman and then back in front of him. “Little Darlin’ and I will check the dugout. You and John check the grave.”

Sighing, you followed Roy to a tunnel he calls the dugout. When you first heard of  it, you thought it was a literal dugout, like a baseball or softball dugout. You were dead wrong.

After he checked behind the first two doors, you walked in behind him, feeling nothing but annoyance at the fact that you were basically being forced to be his shadow for the moment. Seeing a dead animal on the ground, you groaned. “Holy shit, Roy. What the hell are you doing in here? Satanic sacrifices? Jeez.”

“That’s not me,” he answered, holstering his gun. He unlocked another door and turned on the lights, putting the key on the nail that was in the door frame. “Just in case. Come on, Little Darlin’.”

The two of you walked out of the dug out, two black spots appearing in the dirt being blown around. “What?” you whispered to yourself.

“Announce yourselves!” Roy said.

“Dad?”

With wide eyes, you said, “Oh, my god. Gator!” and went to charge forward, but was grabbed by Roy and pulled back as he said, “Kid?”

“Dollface?”

“Gator!”

You followed Roy as he drew his gun, hearing Gator’s gasps. Roy raised his gun, saying, “Come away now.”

“Da–” Gator said, whimpering.

“A son is unable to comply,” Munch said. 

Roy held his arm out, you running into it as he stopped your motions. “Don’t move.”

“He has sold his right to be a man. What disappointment the father must feel.”

Not being able to take your eyes off Gator, you asked, “What’s with the blindfold? What’s going on with his eyes?”

“Forfeit,” Munch said, a duh tone to his voice. “It tells a lot about a man, the words he uses to decide a double cross.”

“What the is he - what fuck are you talking about?” you exclaimed, tears now streaming down your face.

Ignoring your question, Munch said, “We have heard it all. To Welsh. To Gyp. To Jew. As if to steal is a man’s lineage, what a man is.”

Shaking his head, Roy asked, “What did you do?” “I’m sorry,” Gator cried. “You said to let it go, but I couldn’t.”

“When a man gives with one hand and takes with the other, he breaks his promise. He must be taught. The hand he steals with must be cleaved from him and returned,” Munch said.

You looked at Gator as he groaned and looked around, your tears never stopping. “I’m here, Gator,” you whispered. “I’m right in front of you, baby. Just turn your head towards my voice, G.”

“Still a hand,” Munch continued. “But now without function. Here is your hand.” He pushed Gator at the two of you, your arms going around him as the three of you fell into the snow behind you.

“Daddy,” Gator cried.

“Gator, roll over,” you grunted. He went to roll to his right, but he ended up more on top of you. “Not that way. The other way.”

“Quiet,” Roy said.

After a few moments, Gator said, “Daddy, I’m scared.” Seeing that he was wanting to sit up, you quickly sat up yourself before helping Gator.

“I said shut up.”

“OH, that’s nice coming from the man who was just fucking concerned about his only son!” you shouted.

“Well, Little Darlin’, if there was a point to him, it’s gone now.”

“Because he doesn’t have eyes anymore or because all he’s wanted was his father’s love and attention?”

He didn’t say anything, he just put his hat back on and walked away.

After it was quiet for a moment, Gator said, “Dad?”

Sitting on his lap, you cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs along the cloth covering his eyes. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. Dollface is here.” As Gator cried, you put your hands on the back of his head and neck, gently pulling him to you to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m here, G. I’m here.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! i know i said back in 2024 that i would never write for gator because of the dv content that surrounds the family, but i went back on that promise and wrote i wish you would after reading some fics about gator. there are NO mentions of actual dv being taken place; just the aftermath. again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

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Forever / Everything Taglist: @stiles-o-dylan24​​ @stixnstripesworld​ @fandom-princess-forevermore​​​ @quanticobae​​​ @mischiefandi​​​ @kellyashcroft @lauren-novak​​​​

If you’re tagged and didn’t want to be, please let me know.

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Posted on June 30, 2025