#barb!!! 💚💚💚

[tokachithewarrior2]

Oh My ewe

@kayakin064 @chiruio @kurokrisps @satanscove

This are my Victims of which I am going to tag! muajajaj!! Have fun guys :3

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

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the baby fever is real .....💀

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

Somno mention!!! Obey me brothers with a reader who’s into somnophilia? Maybe also Barbatos? 💚

Ofc ofc!

Obey me brothers with a somnophilia Mc

Lucifer

He often deprives himself of sleep so he is more than excited when he learns of this kink. He can finally relax but it won't be forced upon him to sleep as well? A win win for him. He of course asks repeatedly if you're okay with it and once after about a hundred asks he is on board. He often goes slow. He doesn't want to disturb your sleep too much and dragging out the sex leaves him sleepier at the end. But if he was really riled up or irritated that day you will be woken up with rough poundings he just couldn't hold back.

Mammon

He is on and off with this. He sometimes sleeps early and sometimes sleeps very late. He loves this information because usually whenever you nap out in the open he really takes advantage of it. He doesn't care if his brothers are around or not he's taking that damn chance. He isn't rough per say just fast still pleasureable ofc. He is very random with this due to his random sleep schedule and well him sleeping naked just helps with this kink as well.

Levi

He didn't believe you at first as he usually does. He kept re asking if it was okay alike Lucifer and it took a thousand responses for him to get it. He was scared at first and only used his hands but as he became more comfortable he started to almost do it nightly since he finds it hard to sleep as well. He's usually gaming but with you infront of him and willing to be fucked even when sleeping makes it more appealing than some game. He also isn't too intimidated by sex since you aren't staring directly into his soul which he loves ofc but it's still a little much for him. So this works out perfectly. He is usually slow but he is loud ASF.

Satan

He was intrigued by this of course. He was a bit confused on how it would work. Wouldn't you not be aroused since you're asleep? Oh boy was he wrong on that. After practically experimenting on your body he gained a nice flow of things. He often times wakes you up by accident because he becomes a bit too rough but with a few breathy apologies and his cum inside you (or on you) it doesn't seem all that bad.

Asmos

He enjoys his beauty sleep so despite many beliefs he doesn't feed into this kink often unless it's where you are napping during the daytime. He will play with you out in the open like Mammon because he has no embarrassment or restraint when it comes to you. He is slow but also drags out very strong orgasms that tend to wake you up for just a bit only to return back to sleep as he cleans you up. After care king (when he's not the one getting plowed)

Beel

With this gained information your pussy/ass will be sore ASF. He is usually up late at night because he can't sleep due to being hungry. Instead of destroying the fridge he gets to destroy you🤗 He usually tries to be gentle but let's be honest he is anything but easy to take. He also is a service top so the pleasure is spiked high with him. He will eat you out for hours too and just tell you to go back to sleep if you randomly wake up. (Yeah right)

Belphie

He ofc loves when you do it to him so he will return the favor whenever he is awake when you're not. Again he doesn't care who is around he will be on you. He loves using his hands because fucking is a little too much sometimes so it's often him either eating you out or fingering you. If he feels riled up enough to fuck you it's quite rough and he does it to see how tough he has to be to wake you up. He doesn't stop regardless but still. He also loves to mark up your body as he does so which is what actually wakes you up since his ass bites hard on purpose so the marks last longer.

Barb

He is alike Lucifer in not being able to sleep doing way too much. After learning this he feels an odd sense of excitement. He usually likes when you're awake for your sessions together. But as he watches your sleeping figure squirm from his touch he doesn't believe it's so bad. He purposely edges you even as you sleep because he wants to test how far he can get you until you wake up. He ends up enjoying it a bit too much.

[sansaorgana]

what if benny heard his girl’s friend telling her about how she deserves better. he then notices his gf distancing herself from him because she starts having doubts about their relationship, and he’s not about to let her go that easily

hello 💚 thank you for your request! it turned out to be quite long (nearly 4,5k words) 😌 Benny & Reader are kinda toxic here lol 🤣 but in the movie he was such a red flag sometimes and his relationship with Kathy wasn't that healthy either, so I felt like exploring that trope. it has a happy ending, though! 💒

I had to close my requests for now because I got so many 🙏🏻

Whenever you were out with your friends, Benny was a big part of your conversations. They were either single or they dated boring men and you couldn’t help but brag a little to them about taming a man like Benny Cross.

Of course, sometimes you were jealous of the stability your friends had. But with Benny it was never boring and you had never had so many wild stories to tell before meeting him. You wore one of his rings proudly and with as much pride you had the Vandals Chicago small patch on your jeans jacket.

And today was no different – you arrived at Molly's place a little bit late by the bus but Benny was supposed to pick you up later. You fixed your hair and your jacket before getting inside the apartment building after some older lady who was walking inside. She looked you up and down and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the patch or the leather pants but you didn’t care either way. You were only wearing trousers these days because sitting in the back of the bike in a skirt or a dress was far from comfortable.

You knocked upon Molly’s door and she opened with a smile but you couldn’t help but notice that the way she looked at you was similar to the old lady’s gaze. And when you walked to the living room and waved at your other friends, they suddenly went quiet, which only meant one thing – they had been talking about you.

“Hi, (Y/N),” Barbara greeted you. “Has your boyfriend dropped you off?”

You furrowed your brows at her oddly mocking tone as other girls tried to hide a giggle.

“Hi, Barbs. No, he hasn’t,” you answered, pretending you hadn’t caught the rude undertone of her question. You sat on the armchair because you didn’t want to sit next to them on the couch.

Molly sat back there, right next to Ursula. On Barbara’s other side sat Susie.

“So, how’s life? What’s up?” You asked as usual, tapping your fingers on the wooden armrest of the armchair. 

You hadn’t seen them in two months and they were your friends since high school. You were naturally interested in hearing their stories.

“Well, I got engaged!” Ursula announced and showed you the ring. Your eyes widened and you gave her a smile.

“Wow, ‘sula, that’s crazy. Congratulations, babe,” you winked at her. “That ring must have cost a fortune!”

“It certainly has. But you know, Dickie’s in the finance,” she reminded you but there was something contemptuous in her voice.

“I remember,” you only nodded. “When’s the wedding?”

“In July, we think,” Ursula answered. “I’m currently dress hunting. I was in the store the other day with the girls and…” She started and then she stopped talking as the other hissed at her.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Wait, what?” You raised an eyebrow. “You guys are seeing each other without me?” You swallowed thickly and waited for their answer.

It made sense, suddenly. Because you had used to meet every two weeks. But some time ago they had started to come with excuses that they were too busy to meet so often. Now the meetings were taking place once every two months. But… Perhaps it was this way only for you.

The girls looked at each other.

“Oh, please, (Y/N), it was only once,” Barbara quickly spoke up. “You were busy that day anyway. We knew about it so we didn’t even ask you.”

“How did you know I was busy?” You asked.

“We read in the paper that there had been a motorbike accident in the area. We assumed you were at the hospital,” Ursula explained and you nearly snorted at her stupid lie.

She was always the worst at coming up with lies on the go.

“This accident had nothing to do with Benny or anyone in our club for that matter,” you told her although you were sure there had been no accident even.

“Well, we thought…” Ursula started.

“Our club, huh?” Susie suddenly giggled. She was usually the quiet one but it made her pretty observant and she would always pick on the words.

You cracked a smile at that.

“Are you learnin’ how to drive a motorbike now? Is he gettin’ you one as well?” Molly teased.

“No,” you answered. “Anyway…” You tried to change the subject. “July is in three months. I gotta start hunting for a dress for the occasion, too. Is there a dress code?” You asked Ursula.

Ursula looked down and started to fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

“Actually…” Barbara took a deep breath in. “Ursula would like to tell you something but she’s scared…”

“So… We will do it for her,” Molly nodded.

You already knew what it was about and you tried your best to keep your smile on although all you wanted to was to cry.

Not even because you were losing the friendship of these girls – they were clearly treating you like shit anyway – but because it all felt so… humiliating. As if you were the village’s outcast all of the sudden. A local pariah.

“I’m not invited?” You crossed your arms.

“No! It’s not like that!” Ursula protested as she looked up to meet your gaze. “It’s… It’s about Benny. I don’t want him at my wedding. So… If you want to come, you are welcome to come alone,” she finished.

“Well, I’ll see if I can come. In July we are going for vacation anyway. The dates might interfere,” you explained with a shrug of your arms. That was a lie.

“Vacation? With Benny? Where?” Susie seemed to be interested now.

“A trip to Florida where his cousin lives,” you explained. At least that part about his cousin was true.

“Florida… Nice…” Barbara sighed and Molly pushed her with her elbow.

For the rest of the meeting, you were silent. Nodding your head at the things the girls were saying and faking laughs here and there, already coming up with the lies to tell them when they’d ask about you but… They never asked.

When they were in the middle of talking about some stupid movie, you all got startled at the sudden sound of the loud engine. All the girls gave you a dirty look as you chuckled.

“Sorry,” you put your hands up in the air. “It’s Benny. I gotta go now. It was nice to catch up with you,” you stood up and waved at them before going to the hall.

You didn’t feel like hugging them or anything like that. You just wanted to be out of the flat.

However, Molly followed you.

“I’ll walk you outside,” she proposed and you furrowed your brows at her but you nodded. She was your closest friend out of them all.

You took the lift downstairs and walked out of the apartment building. Benny’s motorbike was parked on the opposite side of the parking lot. He was leaning on it and smoking a cigarette.

“Wanna say hello to him?” You asked Molly, squinting your eyes at the sun as you put your hand over your forehead to create a shadow.

“Nah, I’m fine, babe,” Molly shook her head and put her hands inside the pockets of her cardigan. “But, you know, I gotta tell you something…” She continued to walk in the direction of Benny’s motorbike but her steps were small as her voice lowered.

“What is it?”

“You know I like you, (Y/N). I don’t like what’s happened to us. I mean, our friend’s group. You know why and what… Who is the reason,” Molly cleared her throat. “You’ve changed, too.”

“Shouldn’t it matter that I’m happy?” You asked her.

“But… Are you? Darling, is there any future in that?” She glanced at Benny who was observing you carefully but you were sure he was standing too far away to hear the whispers. “I just think you deserve better. We all do. Think about that, will you, doll?” Molly patted your arm before squeezing it in a friendly way and waving at you.

She turned around to hurry back inside the building right before the distance was close enough to greet Benny. It looked like she was avoiding him on purpose and she wasn’t even hiding that. It was rude.

You sighed and turned around to smile at your boyfriend.

“Hi, daddy-o. Sorry for making you wait,” you winked at him playfully. “Where are you takin’ me tonight?” You fixed his jacket and kissed his lips when he was not taking a drag of his cigarette.

“There’s a bonfire,” Benny mumbled out. “Hop on,” he pointed at the motorbike.

Benny’s hearing was not perfect after all the years of getting slaughtered by the roaring sound of the motorbikes’ engines. But he was an excellent lip reader – it was one of those useful skills he had learnt over the years. Benny was not a man of many words and he usually preferred to observe the environment around him. Reading lips was helpful for that.

You had been standing with your back turned to him so he had no idea what you had been answering to your friend’s words but he knew perfectly well what that girl had been saying. And then she had just looked him up and down and turned around, without even saying hi. Not that he cared to get a hi from a girl like her. And not that he wasn’t used to people treating him this way.

Still, it had planted an insecurity in his head. And now, during the bonfire, you were acting weird, too.

The sun was slowly going down on that day and a huge bonfire had been lit up. One of the guys had taken their radio and played rock and roll songs. There was lots of beer and a small barbecue and everything smelled like alcohol, sweat, meat and gasoline. After having a few beers, lots of boys were showing off their motorbike tricks, including jumping over the fire. The atmosphere was full of testosterone but most girls didn’t mind that. To date a biker, you had to be used to that. Constant risk, constant danger, constant adrenaline. You were sitting by the bonfire and watching the motorbike tricks as you were sipping on your diet coke through the straw. Benny was smoking a cigarette by one of the cars while he talked to his friends but he kept his eye on his girl and he knew you well enough to see that while the other girls were gossiping next to you, you didn't really pay attention as you were clearly dissociating.

When he finished his cigarette, he walked up to you and tugged on the sleeve of your jacket to make you stand up and follow him inside the house but you shrugged him off and looked away. Benny furrowed his brows but he didn’t give up.

“(Y/N), baby, come on,” he whined a little.

“Gee, Benny,” you rolled your eyes before looking up. “Can’t you see I’m talking to the girls?” You pointed out but the girls looked at you; confused at your words since you had been doing nothing but ignoring them for the past hour.

“I wanna talk to ya,” Benny insisted and you sighed.

“Excuse me, darlings,” you told the girls and put your empty bottle of soda on the ground before standing up and facing Benny.

You followed him in the direction of the house but instead of walking inside, Benny guided you to walk behind, where there was no one around.

“What is it?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you leaned on the wall behind you.

“I’m just wonderin’ why you’re acting like that,” Benny scratched himself behind his neck.

“Like what?”

“Like that,” Benny repeated and shrugged his arms. “Dunno, as if I have done somethin’ wrong. Have I?”

“No,” you answered but the answer was very fast and nearly harsh. “No…” You repeated and took a deep breath in as your face softened. “I’m just… That meeting with my friends was weird and I’m overthinkin’ some stuff. That’s it,” you explained. “‘sula’s getting married, you know?” You looked down and played with your foot, drawing circles on the ground with your boot.

Benny’s heart skipped a beat at the word married. 

“Yeah?” He asked, trying to look into your eyes but you kept your gaze low.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “However, I ain’t invited,” you turned your head to look away as you crossed your arms.

“What? Why?” Benny furrowed his brow. He couldn’t understand that. He thought that you were pretty close to those girls.

“It doesn’t matter,” you answered and looked into his eyes. “I was thinkin’... Maybe we could go to Florida in July? To your cousin? I need a vacation, Benny.”

“Florida’s far away,” Benny shook his head. “The guys need me here.”

“Only for a short time…”

“Nah,” Benny insisted. “We can have a weekend by the lake if ya want to.”

“No,” you sighed. “Listen, I’m tired today, ‘kay?”

“‘kay,” Benny nodded awkwardly and hid his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. “Wanna go home?”

“Yeah.”

Benny hoped that your odd behaviour would change on the next day but it did not. In the morning he didn’t find you in bed and when he walked downstairs, you were already dressed up and drinking coffee by the kitchen window.

“You up already?” He asked, surprised. “Workin’ today?” 

“No. I just couldn’t sleep,” you told him without looking at him.

“What’s for breakfast?” He asked and looked around the kitchen.

“I had pancakes. You can have whatever you want,” you pointed out and he was a bit taken aback by that response. 

Not that he minded making breakfast for himself but you had always been doing it for him ever since he moved to your place.

“Are you angry at me, kitty?” Benny asked, carefully, as he approached the fridge to take a look inside to see what he could eat.

He decided on scrambled eggs as he grabbed a few from the fridge. He put some butter on the pan and heated it up but there was still no answer from you.

“Kitty?” He cleared his throat and turned his head around to look at you.

You took one last sip of your coffee and stood up with a sigh. You put the coffee cup inside the sink and walked past him.

“I’m going to spend a day with my ma,” you told him.

“With your ma?” Benny furrowed his brows. He didn’t like it when you were going to your mum.

Not because he had something against you spending time with your family. But he knew that your mum absolutely hated his guts and she was begging you to dump him each time you were seeing her. For you to meet with her today – a day after your friend had told you that you deserved better… Well, it was not looking good for Benny.

“Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be back,” you told him and then you left the kitchen. A few seconds later, he heard the front door closing.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered to himself.

It was late afternoon, nearly evening already, when you came back home. Now, after the meeting with your mum, your head was full of doubts and insecurities about your relationship.

You loved Benny but was it possible that this relationship was really a doomed affair? All your friends were leaving you behind and treating you like your Vandals patch was a scarlet letter. Your mother was begging you all the time to leave Benny behind because he was “no good for you, baby”. It was annoying but she had every reason to be worried – Benny was trouble. He cost you a lot of money, too, when it came to the lawyers, hospitals and the bills. He didn’t even have a steady job. And all of that for what…? There was not even a ring on your fucking finger.

He would drive around all day and then get drunk at the bonfires. That was all he wanted to do. Was he even treating you seriously? Was he planning to settle down with you? That was doubtful. 

You walked inside the house and closed the door loudly behind you before going to the bathroom to wash your hands. Then you took a deep sigh at the sight of your tired face in the mirror and you went inside the living room where Benny was watching TV. He looked up at you and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his baby blue eyes that looked extremely sad.

“Hi, baby. Had a good day?” He asked.

“Yeah. You?” You kept standing above him.

“Not really,” Benny admitted. “But, hey, it doesn’t matter, yeah? I called my cousin,” he told you and you raised an eyebrow. “I asked him if we could visit him in July and he said that it’s fine.”

Benny swallowed thickly and waited for your response, staring up at you like a puppy. You took a deep breath in and eventually nodded at him with a sigh before sitting next to him on the couch.

“What you watchin’?” You asked him.

“Some stupid movie,” he shrugged. “You happy about Florida?”

“Yeah,” you answered. 

But just because he had done something like this once, it didn’t mean that everything was suddenly okay.

“You haven’t worn your jacket with the patch today,” Benny pointed out awkwardly.

“My ma would kill me!” You chuckled at that with an eye-roll.

Long silence occurred after that. You were both staring at the TV and only pretending to watch the movie. Eventually, Benny moved in closer and put his arm around you. You flinched a little bit but you didn’t move away as your eyes filled with tears.

You loved him. You wanted this relationship to work but... Sometimes love was not enough. Especially when only one person was putting effort.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough for ya, baby,” Benny whispered into your ear and you froze at his words. He kissed your cheek delicately and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m tryin’ my best,” he assured you. “But your friend was right. You deserve better.”

“Benny? What are you talking about? You heard Molly?” You turned your head around and lifted his chin to look up at you.

“Nah. I can read from the lips,” he shrugged and your heart pounded faster in your chest. “Don’t worry, I ain’t angry at ya. She was right. I’m just angry at her for making you realise that.”

You clenched your jaw, not knowing what to say. Somehow, you wanted to comfort him but… There were some things you wanted to say first.

“It’s not your fault. You’re just this way,” you caressed his cheek gently. “I don’t think you’re not enough. Maybe it’s me asking for too much. I knew who you were and what you were like when I took you in. I should have known what to expect,” you shrugged. “You’re just…” Your voice trembled and Benny furrowed his brows at you. “You’re just gonna drive away one day, right?”

“What are you talking about?” He shook his head.

“You’re a free spirit, Benny. You’re just gonna hop on the bike and disappear and I’ll be left with the mess to clean and the pieces to pick up. And I was trying not to get too attached but I have. And in return… In return you can’t even make me breakfast. Not even once!” You suddenly snapped as his eyes widened. “I wake up in the morning and make you breakfast every day. I go to work and earn money… Just to spend it later on some shitty lawyers after you get arrested, feeling guilty that I can’t afford a better one. Jesus, and now I can’t even go to my friend’s wedding just because she doesn’t want you there and, guess what, I don’t want to go there alone!” You raised your voice but then you sniffled your tears back and softened again. “I just… I just wish I knew that you were as serious about me as I am about you. That’s it.”

Benny moved uncomfortably and moved his arm away from your shoulder. He took a deep breath in and nodded his head.

“Ya think I’m just gonna drive away one day and leave you without a word?” He asked. “I mean… Yeah, I might. Because I’m clearly a burden. I’m gonna leave, that’s gonna be for the better,” he agreed with you but you could see his jaw clenching and eyes blinking away the fresh tears.

“I didn’t say that you were a burden, Benny,” you tried to explain but he stood up already and went up the stairs.

You followed him and you caught him packing his bag in your bedroom. You leaned on the doorframe and watched him.

“You can’t be serious, Benny. Why can’t we just have a normal conversation about it instead of you running away from the responsibility? You’re kinda provin’ my point at the moment, you know that?” You told him.

“Don’t wanna be a burden,” he insisted and you took a deep breath in before approaching him.

You put your hands on his arms and he flinched a little but he didn’t push you off. However, he kept on packing his things.

“Benny, baby, please, let’s just talk about it, okay?” You tried to talk to him in a soft voice as if he was a wild animal.

In many ways, he was.

“I even called my cousin an’ all that!” He suddenly turned around to look into your eyes. He was visibly angry but at the same time his eyes were glossy. “You wanted a fuckin’ vacation in Florida, so I called and got us a fuckin’ vacation,” he added.

“And I am grateful, baby, I am,” you assured him and placed your hands on his chest. You felt how fast his heart was beating and you caressed him there as if you were trying to soothe his heartbeat itself. “But that’s just… That’s like one time when you show me you’re treatin’ me serious.”

“I’m not treatin’ you serious enough, you say, huh?” Benny straightened his back and looked down at you. “But if I asked you to marry me, you wouldn’t say yes, right? ‘Cuz I ain’t no good enough, am I right?”

You were taken aback by those words. You blinked a few times, very slowly.

“Wha-what are you talking about, Benny?” You tilted your head.

“I wanna make you my wife,” he answered, seriously. “Wanted you as my Mrs. ever since I saw ya,” he confessed. “But I ain’t good enough…” He shook his head and looked away. “And I’ll never be for ya.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as well. You bit on your lower lip and focused hard on overthinking his words. Suddenly, all your insecurities and doubts had disappeared. Your whole body was filled with butterflies.

Gee, yeah, he was… Different from the most. But he was special, too. And he was your Benny. You would never trade him for a man like Patrick for example – Ursula’s fiancé in finance. You would die of boredom with a guy like him. With Benny even those arguments that you were having with him were exciting. The way he was packing his bags or you were threatening to leave every other day, the way you were smashing plates sometimes, the way a phone call from the police station would wake you up in the middle of the night... It was making you feel alive.

“Oh, Benny!” You felt tears of happiness streaming down your cheeks and he looked at you again, confused. “Yes!” You jumped into his arms and he picked you up instinctively. “Yes, yes, yes!” You added and cupped his face to pepper it with dozens of tiny little kisses. “I’m gonna marry you, baby! Even tomorrow! Even now!”

Benny chuckled at that and kissed your lips properly as you put your hands behind his neck. 

“So, you just wanted a ring, my moody kitty, huh?” He teased playfully and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

You arrived at Molly’s place and knocked upon the door, fixing your jeans jacket. She opened the door and invited you in as usual.

It was a month since your last meeting with the girls. They looked you up and down as usual these days but then they furrowed their brows at the sight of your huge grin. Molly entered the living room behind you and took a seat on the couch, looking up at you with a questioning look.

“I have something to tell you,” you told them with a smug smile.

They looked at each other.

“You dumped him?” Barbara asked, excitedly.

“He knocked you up?” Molly, on the other hand, was rather scared.

“Don’t be daft. She wouldn’t be so happy then!” Susie pointed out. Clever as usual.

“I got married!” You exclaimed and showed them your hand with two new additions. A pretty engagement ring that you had chosen for yourself in the pawn shop and a brand new wedding band.

You watched with satisfaction how their mouths dropped. Ursula especially seemed to be butthurt, since you had managed to get married before her.

“And how’s dress hunting, ‘sula?” You teased her.

“I still don’t have a dress,” she admitted. You could see her jaw clenching. “And what were you wearing?”

“A short babydoll,” you answered and sat on the armchair nonchalantly.

“Why haven’t you told us?!” Molly asked and you looked at her as if she was crazy.

“Sorry, but… I don’t know how to say it… Benny and the other guys from the club…” You pretended to sound sad. “Well, they didn’t want you girls around, I hope you understand. No outsiders, you know,” you told them.

It was a lie, of course. None of them would have minded your friends coming. But the wedding had taken place a day after your argument with Benny anyway. There had been no time to send out invitations.

“That’s crazy,” Susie commented and you gave her a smug look.

“Gonna tell you somethin’ crazier,” you chuckled and she raised her eyebrows, curiously. “He got my name tatted right on his heart.”

MASTERLIST || BENNY MASTERLIST

[summerpearlpen]

Polin Fandom Inside Jokes

How many Polin fandom inside jokes do we have now?

I'M FINNALY GONNA SEE YOUR BUTT IN MY TV!! I BEEN WAINTING FOR YEARS!

The Bridgerton ride

Horny little devils

Mr Worldwide

Broken furniture

Perfect breasts

Colin Bridgerton’s biggest secret, which is so inappropriate (ao3 knows)

The ride

Save a horse ride a Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton's emotional support curl

Mr Fingerton

Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton

Hungry boy

The power of the penussy

He doesn’t even care about the staffing issues

You’d already be dead

Give me 5 minutes… Maybe 10

…Grass

It did all happened rather… swiftly

Lie down

Hair-gasm

Pirate coat

Revenge of Lord Basilio's horse

Colin Bridgerton is babygirl 🎀

Chaos!Colin

Cake

#polination

It's always Polin season

Come and get this Polin

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🪞 without music reupload cause the first one got flagged for being too realistic

There's a few things you can do in a carriage

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What a ride

What a barb

First time being chaperoned and the baby is already in there

Slutty little mint green cravat

Lord Faffy

A little redhead

im-PORN-tant

Pen's boo-rubies necklace

Colin Bridgerton's dad jokes

Fuck lady whistledown. I'm trying.

Wigbert

October 3rd

Colin is the favourite

Pookie fingerton

Lady Whiskerdown & Collie Barkerton, and Bunelope

It's amazing. Isn't it? (Isn't it?)

Ginger Baba

Started in a carriage. Ended in a marriage.

Colin Bridgerton would be like a long cookie

You are my mess

Definition of a Polin Fan = a mess. But you are all my messes. Love ya 🥰

[savemebeel]

Barb looks so dashing in his glasses 👓💚

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(Art belongs to Solmare & has been edited by me)

[irishmammonagenda]

How I Think The Obey Me Dateables + Co Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: funny joke! Content Warnings: nothing i dont think Disclaimer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[Brothers Version]

dividers by @cafekitsune

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💚BARBATOS💚💙

Finds out about the rumours relatively quickly, Little D No.2 sees him nearly dropping a plate before catching it with his tail. He was sworn to secrecy.

Poor Little D No.2

His first thought is shock, his second thought is.

'What did you do MC?'

smiling he dials your number on his DDD.

You were in the middle of doing homework, or rather, sitting at your desk staring at your homework when Barbatos called. "Hiya Barbs!" You grin into your DDD. "Hello MC." You can hear the Butler's smile through the phone. "What's got you calling Barbie?" "There have been some rumours of a certian bastard sorcerer and Archangel in a romantic relationship...you wouldn't happen to know anything of it?" You laugh. "My assassination attempt went wrong." Barbatos lets out a small chuckle along with you. "I can't say Solomon doesn't deserve it." You pause. "Barbs?" "Yes, MC?" "Would you maybe wanna...go to the next Devildom Carnival with me?" You mumble into the phone, but he catches it. Thankfully, he was feeling nice, and did not teasingly ask you to repeat it. "Of course I would MC," Barbatos tone softens, smile visible in his voice. "Perhaps you can tell me more of this assassination attempt going aray?" "It'd be my pleasure Barbie."

❤️❤️DIAVOLO❤️❤️

Barbatos tells him.

Remember the sticker incident? Yeah. Diavolo laughs when he hears about it

This could be a great help in uniting the 3 realms!!!

And hey, if someone commissions Asmo to make stickers of Michael x Solomon, dont look at Diavolo who is very suspiciously whistling innocently.

"Hi Asmo!" Lord Diavolo steps out from the shadows. Asmodeus shrieks, loosing all colour in his face before gaining it back again and grinning excitedly." Diavolo! What are you doing in my room?~" Diavolo shooshes him, pale golden eyes widening as he looks around the Avatar of Lust's room. "Not so loud." After deeming it safe enough, the Demon Prince continues, "I snuck away from Barbatos" Asmo makes a noise of understanding, he looks up at the other through foxlike eyes. "So what can I do for you Dia? ~" The Prince smiles ear to ear. "Remember the stickers you made of me and Lucifer. Well, I'd like to commission something." Asmodeus gasps excitedly, moving a stray champagne coloured lock from his forehead, he grabs his bejeweled pen and journal. "Of course! We can discuss pricing later on! First things first! What would you like?~" "Well..." Diavolo lets out a booming laugh, "Maybe something quite similar to the stickers of me and Lucifer, except with Michael and Solomon?" Asmodeus sets his pen and sketchbook down, looking up at the Devildom's present goofball and future ruler. "Y'know what, Diavolo?" He smirks mischievously. "It's on the house." Diavolo pouts, "At least let me buy you Majolish's new line of clothes." "Awww!~ If I had a ring that I didn't want to keep for myself I'd propose to you!~" Diavolo laughs. These stickers were going to be amazing.

🩷🩷THIRTEEN 🩷🩷

Haha L Solomon

Knows it's fake from the moment she hears it.

Upset she didn't think to start it....but when she finds out from Satan you had a hand in it?

Damn bbg she's about to have your hand in marriage😏

You were just trying to walk home from RAD, having finally gotten a moment of peace from your idiots when an extremely loud 'VROOOM' startles you. A black motorcycle with pink accents traverses the streets of the Devildom like it's attempting to audition for Fast and Furious, before going rogue and coming straight towards you. Scared, you start to sprint, alas, even as an angel,you can't outrun motorcycles. You don't wanna die! The mystery rider drives beside your sprinting, catching up to you before reaching their leather gloved hands out and; YOINK! The motorcyclist pulls you flush against their chest, holding you there with one arm as they use the other to steer. You've been kidnapped by a motorcyclist who thinks they're in GTA. Great. Being kidnapped by a crazed motorcyclist before GTA 6....actually, maybe this was GTA 6. "As much as I'd love to hear your screams in a different context MC, can you stop screaming?" A voice asks through the Motorcycle helmet, you immediately stop squirming to get out of the Motorcyclist's arms. "Thirteen?!" She laughs, "Awww, I love it when you say my name!" You drive in relative silence for a while until she reaches a small cafe. She stops the bike and takes her helmet off, her long ombre hair is tied in a ponytail, she takes out the bauble and lets it fall down. Bloodied emerald eyes lock onto yours as she pulls you in for a kiss. "What's this about you dying and not giving me your soul...." She says in mock sadness before jumping off of the motorcycle, helping a dazed you to your feet. "No bother!" She flirts, tucking a stray hair away from your face, "You can just give me your soul, and your heart, and your body, and your mind!" You blush. "W-why are you in the Devildom Tee?" "Well a certain someone-" She pinches your cheek, "made up a fabulous rumour about that Rat-Bastard! So I'm here to give them a lovely little dinner date and my hand in marriage as a reward!" "Excuse me? Could you repeat that?!" You ask, heart racing. Thirteen just laughs and gives you a kiss that leaves you breathless, a soft blush of her own showing up on her porcelain skin. You walked out of your impromptu unofficial kidnapping dinner date a married MC. Time to go to Vegas to make it official!

💜💜MEPHISTOPHELES💜💜

The man found out because you told him.

He is not impressed. Couldn't you have made up a rumour about Lucifer dating someone?!

No MC, this is a serious newspaper! He is not posting gossip. Or advertising fanfictions. Especially ones with a name like that!

What do you mean Lord Diavolo would 'want you to do it, Mephisto!!' are you trying to emotionally blackmail him?!

"Pleaseeeee!" "No." You try again. "Mephisto pleaseeeeeee?" He gives you a rather rude look. Damn, rich people really were good at looking at people like they were dirt on their shoes. "I won't ask for anything ever again!" "You will, and the answer is still no MC." He glares at you. Pear green eyes filled with annoyance. "The RAD newspaper is sacred! I'm not posting fanfiction on there! We are a serious organisation!" "You post popularity polls." You deadpan. "This is why I hate rich people." "Let me go wipe my tears with my various stacks of grimm lying around. Speaking of which, how did you get into my house, MC?" You grin sheepishly. "No comment!" "MC." "Your little brother let me in! He's very nice, unlike you! Now please I'm begging you!" Mephisto raises an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're begging." "I'm not getting down on my knees. I'm going to piss in your cereal." Mephistopheles scoffs. "I don't eat cereal. That's poor people behaviour." You sniffle, deciding that the best course of action would be to annoy him. "You know, you're acting like Lucifer right now! Not letting me post this in the Newspaper." Mephisto waggles his finger at you, "Send me a Devilmail of what you want included later." "Yay!" You cheer. Satan was going to be so happy when he found out you managed to get your fanfic mentioned in the RAD Newspaper!

🩵🩵SIMEON 🩵🩵

He finds out after you print out the published parts of the fanfiction you and Satan wrote.

He's an author after all! What better person to get constructive criticism from?!

Someone please save this poor man.

Solomon looked up at Michael with dull eyes devoid of emotion, just previously they had shone with tears, now they were just dead. A graveyard of feeling. "Take it back Michael." The sorcerer mutters, but Michael heard him clearly. "What you said about Humankind...take it back!" "It's the truth Solomon!" Michael raises his voice, the rain dropping like bullets against the windows of Cocytus Hall. "I can't do this anymore!" Solomon blurts out, before turning on his heel, cape flapping, as he runs out of the door, into the storm outside, his arms cover tear-stricken his face. "Solomon wait!" Michael races out after him braving the- "MC..." Simeon looks up at you, he takes his reading glasses off and gently sets the paper down, attempting to avoid looking at anything else written on it. "MC, what is this?" "Art." You nod seriously. "It is good writing MC, but, why?" "Why not?" You tilt your head. "With all the love in my heart, darling, I'm forcing myself to forget this story's existence." You pat Simeon's back. "That's probably for the best Simmy."

🤎🤎RAPHAEL 🤎🤎

Solomon? Michael was going out with Solomon?

This worked out great for him actually, this meant he could eat Solomon's food more often. How delicious!

Disappointed when he finds out the rumours aren't true.

"Raphael for the last time, do I look like the type of person that would date Solomon?!" Michael says exasperatedly, covering his face with his hands and fake sobbing. Drama king. "You are a bit odd. Are you sure you're not dating him? I won't judge you, Michael, I respect you a lot." Raphael nods seriously. "I am not dating Solomon." Raphael pouts, "I see. Have you considered dating Solomon?" Michael grabs a pillow and screams into it.

🖤🖤SOLOMON🖤🖤

Finds out through Asmo

Is that a fanficiton, MC?

Two can play at this game.

You enter your room when you feel a hand go over your mouth. You attempt to scream, but seeing as there's a hand over your mouth, it doesn't exactly go very well for you. "Relax Mc, It's just me." You turn your head around to see Solomon and that signature sneaky smile on his face. You scream louder. He chuckles and mutters a few words, all of a sudden you feel very sleepy.... Hours later, you wake up on your bed, now around 3 feet tall and with familiar pink wool, your hands and feet are now hooves, beside you Solomon had been oh so kind as to leave you a note. Cant write Fanfiction if you don't have hands. Jokes on him. You're a co-author.

🩵🤍LUKE🤍🩵

hears some demons talking about it at RAD while he´s in Devildom history

Michael are Solomon are DATING??!!!

LIKE THE THING PEOPLE DO BEFORE THEY GET MARRIED??!!

Michael and Solomon are getting MARRIED??!!

Is Solomon his dad now?

Luckily for Luke and Unluckily for Michael, Michael is still in the Devildom, so when Luke gets home, he goes to ask Michael about it.

Sounds of sizzling and chopping can be heard from the kitchen in Purgatory Hall, and thankfully, it's not Solomon. Michael hums as he expertly dices the onions up and puts them into the blender with the tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower. His long golden hair had been haphazardly thrown into a plait, small curls that didn't feel like conforming popping out here and there, sauce stains found themselves a home on his dark skin, he stuck his tongue out in concentration. Frozen meatballs had been left out to thaw, and now the Archangel was making the vegetables in the sauce so they'd undetectable to a certain fussy young angel. "Michael?" The young angel in question calls out in the doorway resulting in Michael exclaiming something that sounded like 'GAH!' and attempting to hide Luke's view of the blender. "Hiya Lukey!" Michael grins awkwardly. "What's up with you today? Haha." Now long used to Michael's strangeness, Luke pays it no mind. "Michael, I have a question." The archangel turns the various pans on the stove to the lowest heat before sitting on a stool on the kitchen island and pulling Luke up to sit on his knee. "What's up Kiddo?" He grins, tilting his head at the boy. Luke fiddles with his thumbs, his blue eyes meeting Michael's red ones. "Is it true you and Solomon are getting married?" Michael's smile drops. He pats Luke's blond hair, "No Lukey, me and Solomon are not getting married, nor are we in a relationship." Luke's face flushes, he clenches his tiny fists. "Those demons! Making up lies!" Michael shakes the image of you from his mind. "Yeah. Demons. Yup!"

lads im gonna be honest here i havent met mephsitles or hwoever u spell it a lot in game (as well as thirteen and raphael) so apologies if theyre really ooc😰

[stoneillustrations]

RWBY: Roadtrip Status...

RUBY'S VAN:

STATUS: Lead Van (and making good time)! Its gonna be a fun day!

Ruby, Jaune, Sun & Oscar: Singing songs on the radio.

Yatsuhashi: Quietly meditating in the very back and finding inner peace.

FOX'S VAN:

STATUS: Following Ruby's Van

Maria, Weiss, Robyn & Coco: Van about to explode from all the verbal barbs, catty attitude, and backhanded compliments. Omni-omega level of eye rolling.

Fox: Wondering if they will ever get there.

REN'S VAN:

STATUS: Side of the Road (1 mile back)

Blake & Neo: fell out the back while trying to murder each other.

Ren: Trying to calmly diffuse the situation with his words while being completely ignored.

Neptune: Livestreaming the fight and checking his hair.

Mercury: Walking a quarter mile down the road from these lamos to hitch a ride....no one knows he left.

PYRRHA'S VAN:

STATUS: In a ditch & totaled (3 miles back)

Winter & Cinder: Completely rip the roof off and are actively attempting to murder each other in the skys above.

Pyrrha: Trying to calmly diffuse the situation with her words while being completely ignored.

Yang: Watching battle intently through gaping hole in said roof and eating popcorn she randomly found in said van.

Velvet: Takes picture.

NORA'S VAN:

STATUS: M.I.A. - Took a wrong turn (8.5 miles back)

Nora & Ilia: In front seat with upside down map and arguing.

Qrow: Passed out drunk in the very back...snoring loudly.

Emerald: Doomscrolling and only sticking around to giggle and snort when the others realize penny got left some 20+ miles back at a rest stop 7-11

Penny: Still standing patiently outside said rest stop 7-11 some 20+ miles back with a corndog, a large slurpy and comically large sunglasses she found to be totally adorable. 💚

[vanillablankcanvas]

Viva - General Princess/Mother of Two 💛

Gave her 'Quirky Aunt' vibes. On the discord a few of us agreed that Viva would absolutely be into knitting/crocheting cause it's like braiding but without hair! I imagine the Putt Putt's embraced a lot of hobbies that didn't require any unnecessary noise. So this outfit, Viva embroidered and sewed everything herself.

Poppy - Queen of the Pop Trolls/ Mother of Three 🩷

Poppy has grown into a wise Queen. Tried to make her outfit look like a fully grown blossom to show she has really come into her own as a ruler.

It's interesting trying to balance her outfit between Queen's Gown/Party Dress/Nature Vibes/Poppy Style

Branch - King of the Pop Trolls/Twice Former Pop Idol/Father of Three 💙

Look at our boy!!! 😍 The vest finally gave in and fell apart. Satin and Chenille repurposed the materials to become his 'daily use' crown. Think it would be a cool way to portray him finding his own rhythm as a ruler. He doesn't have to fit a certain mold or fill anyone else's shoes, he just needs to be Branch. 💙

Read somewhere that the hair growth portrays their 'reaching their full potential' e.g Branch at the end of Trolls 1 and Barb at the end of Trolls 2.

Clay - Sir Clay/Accountant/Notary/Knight/Father of Two 💚

Someone suggested that Clay's hair would start turning darker with age and he would hate if someone pointed out it was like JD's hair. Bro would rather be bald!

Clay takes care of finances. He hangs around Branch a lot as they both handle Pop Village's safety procedures and are both raising Pop Royalty. They also come to each other for advice about handling Poppy and Viva.

Floyd - Director of Shattered Diamond Management/Trolls Rights Advocate/Father of Five 💔

He performs at fundraisers to help abused Trolls and helps others thrive with their own music. He is a mentor for new performers and advisor for multi-genre relations.

Tried to give him handsome CEO/Boss/Director meets Emo vibes 😜

Plumped him up a little coz he now has access to three meals a day plus desserts.

John Dory - Manages the Pop Village Stables/Head Critterchanic 🤎

Bro is making use of all the knowledge he gained about critters when surviving in the wild. He is now working as a Critterchanic, maintaining and caring for the larger critter vehicles in Pop Village.

In my Au in particular he is also married to Sable. I should draw her in my newer style 😁

Bruce - Owner of Bruce and Son's and One Daughter 💜

Going on 35 years of marriage, thirteen grown children and he just found out he's gonna be a Grandfather!

He's wearing a guayabera with a similar flower print as his old vest.

Before and After

Wanted to know what they'd look like after another 20 years. Poppy and Branch would be in their early 40's while Viva and the Bro's would be late 50's.

I liked figuring out how to age them! Ultimately I think the thing that helped the most was making their hair 'flatter' and 'wilder' along with the grey/white streak.

I want to draw them like this more.

Hope you like them. 💖

[waltricia]

SCREAMING CRYING LITERALLY MIGHT THROW UP FROM EXCITEMENT RN I CANT STOP WATCHING THIS WHATEVER I HAD PLANNED TODAY IS GONE

And oh man Netflix Latinoamérica is fuuuuuuuuuucked

Spoiler alert- new leaked teaser 💚

Good lord THE CARRIAGE CONTENT 😱

Thanks to What a Barb Pod for coming thru 💜

[mrprettywhenhecries]

don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

10. | Hold Me Like a Grudge

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 7.8k words ⇾ tags/warning(s). canon x fem!oc pairing, smut, piv unprotected sex, public sex, oral (f!receiving), misogynistic language, murder/assassination/gun mention, angst ⇾ a/n. It's been hot minute since I've posted a chapter, so if you're still here, it's about to get exciting (and also ilysm for sticking around!) Only two more chapters and an epilogue to go! [ divider credit(s). barbed wire divider - @/wethairjoel ] Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💚

The FBI’s deal fresh in her mind, Win struggles to find a way to bring it up to Gator, while taking a chance to drive a wedge between him and Roy.  When Roy retaliates, Win nearly loses everything while Gator struggles with taking a life he hadn’t meant to.  The deal comes out, and Gator doesn’t take it well.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

As soon as the bar’s heavy back door thudded shut behind her, Win had a cigarette between her lips.  Cupping one hand against the chill wind, she quickly lit it and pocketed her lighter, letting her eyes slip shut as she breathed in the nicotine.  Ever since the feds had left, she’d been on edge, her stomach in knots as she agonized over how Gator might react if she told him about their plea deal.  When she told him.

She couldn’t afford not to.

The FBI was coming for Roy whether Gator decided to testify against him or not, and if he didn’t, the only way she’d be able to see him would be during visiting hours in a federal prison.  That is, if he’d even still want to see her by then…

Opening her eyes, she watched the cherry burn brighter before plucking the cigarette from her lips to exhale, finding Gator leaning against her car waiting for her.

“Hey,” she called, flicking her barely spent cigarette away and crossing the parking lot to him, shivering a little at the chill in the air.  “You didn’t have to wait out here, you could’ve met me at the house,” she said, pulling her coat closer and Gator pushed off the car to meet her.

“I know.  Just wanted to see ya a little sooner,” he said, a small grin playing at his lips as he pulled her closer.

Win pressed her face to his chest, squeezing her eyes shut.  Too many thoughts swirled through her head, too many questions, but she couldn’t seem to voice any of them, too afraid of everything changing and the words stuck in her throat, her resolve faltering.

“You okay?” Gator asked, pulling back to look down at her, tilting her face toward him and she nodded.

“Yeah, just a long day,” she sighed, offering him a weary smile.

“You can say that again,” Gator groaned, his hand warm on her cheek as his gaze trailed her face.  “Missed you, darlin’,” he breathed, not giving her a chance to regain her courage before his mouth was on hers and the rest of her doubts slipped away for the moment as she kissed him back, her arms wending around his neck.

“I missed you too,” she moaned against his lips, gasping as he spun her, pinning her against the car door.

Pressing his hips into her, his tongue delved deeper and Win opened her mouth wider for him, a whine catching in her throat as heat licked up her thighs to pool low in her gut, his hunger forcing all other thought from her head till all she could focus on was the ache pulsing between her legs and the way he tasted.

“Fuck,” she gasped, shuddering as she felt him harden against her and she clung desperately to his coat as his hands roamed her body greedily.  “Need you,” she breathed, her eyes seeking Gator’s beneath the bill of his hat, blown wide with want, and he nodded sharply, brooking no argument.

Glancing around the empty parking lot to make sure they were alone, he tugged her skirt up, practically tearing her panties in his haste to pull them down as she fumbled to unbuckle his belt and free his cock, relishing the groan he let out as she stroked him, feeling him harden fully in her hand.

Letting out a grunt as he hoisted her up, Gator pressed her firmly against the side of the car, hooking his arms under her legs to keep her in place and open for him.  The cold air against her dripping sex sent a chill through her and sent her bare legs pebbling, but she quickly forgot the cold as Gator bullied his throbbing head between her slick folds.

With a shuddering breath, he thrust deeper and Win bit her lip to stifle a moan.  “Fuck me, Gate–” she whispered, her voice hoarse with a desperation that surprised her, grasping at any excuse to keep from thinking, and Gator obliged, rutting into her faster, his brows knitting in concentration.

“Harder!” she begged, clutching at his coat like it was a lifeline.

Their eyes met as Gator’s hips snapped into hers and his thrusts grew rougher, shaking the frame of the car with each frantic rut.  Groaning low in his throat, he pressed his forehead to hers, knocking his hat loose, and Win saw her desperation reflected back at her in Gator’s eyes, his sharp breaths loud in her ears, nearly drowning out the pounding of her pulse.

“Fuck, please–” she cried, unable to form any other coherent words as warmth suffusing her, her pleasure hovering just on the brink of overflowing.

Gator nodded in response, gritting his teeth against the burning in his muscles.  “Cum for me, mama–” he grunted, and Win’s mouth fell open as her climax hit her.  Tears stung her eyes, catching in her lashes, and Gator’s mouth descended on hers, swallowing the rest of her cry as his thrusts grew as sloppy as his kiss.  Shuddering, he emptied himself inside her, her tight cunt milking him dry.

Gator’s head dropped to her shoulder as he stilled and they both fought to catch their breaths, too warm in the chill air.  Slipping out of her, he grunted as he let her down, helping her stand on wobbly legs to hastily tug her skirt back down.  

Win felt his spend drip down her leg, leaving a sticky mess against her inner thighs, but she didn’t bother gathering her half ripped panties from the ground as Gator tucked himself back into his boxers, his dick still wet with their combined fluids, and suddenly he was feeling the cold.

“C’mon, let’s get home and warm up,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, noticing the way Win was shivering too.

For a moment, she nearly blurted out the FBI’s offer, afraid the longer she waited, the harder it would be, but Gator’s words brought her up short – the casual way he’d called her place home – and she realized that hadn’t been the first time either.

Suddenly she knew how to drive a wedge deeper between him and Roy, and though the idea somewhat terrified her, she realized she’d never wanted anything more.

“Gator, move in with me.” 

“Yeah, sure, whatever you want—” he replied, only half listening as he pulled her car door open for her.

“Wait, say what?” he spluttered as her words finally caught up to him and he turned to gape at her, still not quite able to fully process what she’d said.

“I said, move in with me,” Win repeated, her heart lodging firmly in her throat as she waited for him to respond.

Gator blinked, his mouth twitching uncertainly.  “You– really?”

The question hung in the air between them and Win gave a small nod, biting her bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she breathed, studying his face.  “I mean, you’re pretty much there all the time anyway,” she added, shrugging away the tension.

For a second she didn’t think he was gunna answer, until a disbelieving grin pulled at his lips.  “Yeah, fuck yeah!” Gator gasped in a rush, his eyes lighting up before his lips crashed against Win’s, and a laugh bubbled up her throat as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Good,” she breathed, her head still spinning as he broke the kiss, relief clashing with the fear that squeezed stubbornly at her heart.

“I’ll start bringing my stuff over tomorrow,” he said, already making a mental list of all his worldly possessions.  “There’s really not all that much, I might be able to get it all in one trip if I take the truck–” he mused, lost in thought.

“Gator–” Win began, his enthusiasm sending a wave of affection through her, and along with it, a sudden need to put it into words.

“Yeah?” he asked, his focus swinging back to her.  

Though as soon as his eyes were on her again, her throat tightened and she froze up.

“I–uh, I–”

I love you.

Unable to make the words come, she shook herself.  “I’m getting cold,” she mumbled instead.

“Shit, yeah,” Gator huffed, his breath streaming in the air.  “Let’s get home,” he repeated, giving her a lopsided grin.

As soon as Win parked in the drive, Gator pulled in behind her, but she made no move to get out, her thoughts far away, and she subconsciously reached into her pocket, running her fingers over Agent Meyer’s business card, giving a jump when Gator knocked on her window.

“You comin’ princess, or you gunna stay out here all night?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he peered in at her and she gave herself a shake, pushing the thoughts aside.  The only thing she wanted to think about at the moment was the fact that Gator actually wanted to live with her.

“Yeah sorry, I got… distracted,” she said, pushing open her door and letting Gator help her out.

“What were you thinkin’ about?” he asked, pushing her door shut and slinging an arm around her shoulders as they walked to the door.

“Getting warm,” Win answered, moving closer to his side.

“I had some thoughts about that myself,” Gator drawled, reaching into his pocket for his key–the spare he’d just happened to hold onto–and unlocking the door.

Before she could step inside, he’d swept her off her feet, scooping her up into his arms in one swift motion despite his injured arm.

“Gator!  What’re you doing?” she yelped, clinging to him instinctively.

“Carryin’ you over the threshold, what’d ya think?” he scoffed lightly, huffing a laugh as he carried her inside and kicking the door shut behind him.

“You’re supposed to do that after you’re married,” Win pointed out, though she made no move to try to escape his arms.

Gator shrugged, his lips twitching.  “Close enough,” he said, passing through the living room and heading straight to the bedroom, lowering her to the bed.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” he instructed, stealing a kiss before straightening and striding to the bathroom.

“Where would I even go?” Win laughed, turning her head toward the door as she heard the shower turn on.

“I dunno, I just didn’t want ya to move,” Gator replied, shrugging off his leather jacket as he returned, leaving the water to warm up.

“Yeah?  Why’s that?”

Gator stopped at the foot of the bed.  “Cause I wanted to undress you,” he said, lifting her leg to ease her boot off.

“Aren’t you a gentleman,” Win teased, pushing up to her elbows to watch him press a kiss to her knee before sliding his hands up her thighs to work her skirt down.

“Only when you want me to be, darlin’,” Gator drawled, flashing her a grin.  “Now c’mere,” he grunted, tugging Win toward the edge of the bed.  Helping her up, he rid her of her top, taking a moment to admire her.  Tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, Win turned her face, leaning into his touch, his fingers leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.  For a moment it seemed as if he was about to say something, till he shook himself and gave Win’s ass a swat.  “Get in there and warm up, water should be hot by now.” 

Win wrinkled her nose at him, pinching his side as she stepped around him to head to the shower, leaving him silently kicking himself as he undressed to join her.

“You comin’ in, or you gunna stand out there all night, Deputy?” Win called, letting the water run over her face and hair, sighing as she began to thaw out.

“I’m comin’!” Gator huffed, yanking the curtain open to step into the tub, letting some of the steamy air out.

“Good, you’re just in time to wash my hair,” Win chuckled, handing him her shampoo.

“Alright, switch places with me,” he murmured, flattening himself against the wall so Win could slip past him, relishing the way her wet skin pressed against his.

“So, uh–” he began, pouring some of her sweet smelling shampoo into his hand, the water rolling down his back and shoulders.  “How many other guys have you lived with?” he asked, soaping up Win’s hair, filling the shower with that honey and apple scent that he’d come to love so much.

A soft moan left her lips as Gator’s fingers massaged her scalp.  “Gate, trust me, you have nothing to be jealous of,” she assured him, seeing through his attempt at nonchalance.

“M’not jealous,” he muttered, using some of her shampoo to wash his own hair, though he sounded more than a little defensive.

“Mhmm,” Win hummed, unconvinced.  “I mean, I’ve stayed with a few guys before, couch surfing or whatever, but I’ve never lived with a boyfriend or anything,” she explained.  “This is kind of a big deal for me,” she murmured, smiling softly when Gator’s arms wound round her middle, pulling her back against him.

“It’s kind of a big deal for me too,” he admitted and Win turned in his arms.

“Why didn’t you ever move out on your own?” she wondered and Gator shrugged, blinking water from his eyes.

“It was just… easier, I guess.  Dad wanted me around to help out, and he said one day the ranch would pass to me, so it just made sense.  Plus I didn’t hafta pay rent.”

Win nodded, reaching for the bar of soap to wash Gator’s chest, letting her fingers trail through his thick patch of hair and downward.  “Bet that hindered your love life a little,” she teased, earning a scoff from Gator.

“You’re never gunna let me live that down are you?” he grumbled.

“Nope, probably not.”

Gator rolled his eyes, but mirrored Win’s grin, taking the soap from her to return the favour.  

Once they’d finally rinsed off, the water was starting to cool and Gator could see Win starting to shiver again.

“Hold on, I’ll getcha a towel,” he offered, shutting off the water and stepping out of the tub to grab two clean towels.

“Gator, you’re dripping all over!” Win cried, somewhere between amused and exasperated, though her expression softened as he wrapped one of the fluffy towels around her and pulled her into his arms, rubbing her dry.  “Mm that’s better.  You’re so warm,” she sighed, pressing her cheek to his slick chest, not wanting to leave his embrace.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m dreamin’,” Gator murmured, and Win frowned, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Why’s that?” she asked gently, swearing his eyes swam for a moment before he squeezed them shut.

“Cause there’s no way a girl like you’d wanna keep wastin’ your time on me,” he whispered.

“Gator,” Win breathed, reaching up to take his face in her hands, his eyes reluctantly opening to fix on hers.  “I’m not wasting anything,” she exclaimed, a fierceness to her words.  “I misjudged you when we first met, but you surprised me.  And now… the thought of losing you–”  Her voice broke, cutting off, but Gator was quick to reassure her.

“You ain’t gunna lose me.”

“You promise?” Win whispered, holding Gator’s gaze and he nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of her damp head.

“Course,” he breathed, clearing his throat.  “Now c’mon, let’s get to bed, I’m beat.”

By the time they dried off and climbed under the covers, Gator pulled Win against him, curling around her protectively, one arm draped over her waist.  It was barely five minutes and he was already out, his breathing slow and even.  

Win, however, found sleep elusive, and without Gator to distract her, her thoughts returned to the FBI’s deal, leaving her to wonder whether Gator would change his mind about leaving if he knew.

Jolting awake, the remnants of a nightmare fading from her consciousness, Win turned her head to find Gator still sound asleep next to her and she let out the breath she’d been holding, running her palm across her forehead to wipe the sheen of sweat from it.

Willing her pulse to slow, she glanced at the digital clock across the room and groaned.  It was much too early for her to be awake yet, though not far off from the time Gator usually woke, especially if he was going to stop by the ranch to pack before his shift.

Shutting her eyes, she took a deep breath and Gator stirred next to her, rolling toward her.  When she opened her eyes, however, she could see he was still asleep, his expression soft, and she carefully reached over to push the loose hair from his brow, letting her fingertips gently brush his warm skin.

At her touch, Gator’s eyelids fluttered and his nose wrinkled.  “What’re you doin’?” he mumbled, eyes and voice still heavy with sleep.

“Just admiring you,” Win answered, her face warming at the admission.  “You look so peaceful.”

Gator let out a soft laugh.  “Look at you bein’ all sappy and shit,” he teased, cracking an eye, the corner of his lip rising.

“Shut up,” Win huffed, giving his chest a half hearted shove, but Gator caught her and pulled her closer, trapping her against his chest.

“Quit squirmin’ and c’mere,” he murmured, tucking his chin atop her head and Win couldn’t help but smile into his chest.

“Gator?” she breathed after a long moment, wondering if he’d fallen back to sleep, but he grunted in return and Win shifted so her voice wouldn’t be muffled.  “There’s something I need to talk to you about…” she began, her stomach twisting, and she quickly swallowed down the taste of bile at the back of her throat.

Gator let out a groan.  “S’too early to talk,” he whined, pressing his lips to hers to quiet her.

“Gator–” Win tried again between kisses, making a face as he tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips.  “Gator, your breath reeks,” she protested, managing to push him back, but his eyes darkened and he rolled atop her, pinning her to her back.

“Guess I’ll just hafta kiss elsewhere, then,” he drawled, radiating smugness as she squirmed beneath him.

“Gator, I’m serious,” Win argued, trying and failing to take control of the situation.  “C’mon, there’s something I–”  Her words faltered, cutting off abruptly as Gator lifted the hem of her oversized night shirt to press an open mouthed kiss to her hip, positioning himself between her legs.

“There’ll be plenty of time to talk later,” Gator said, kissing his way down her inner thigh.

“You’re such–an ass,” Win huffed, inhaling sharply halfway through as Gator’s lips wrapped around her clit before flicking it with his tongue.  He merely chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and he’d soon driven all thoughts of the FBI’s deal from her mind, her head thrown back in bliss and hands tangled in the sheets.

When he crawled atop her to kiss her again as he sank into her tight heat, the taste of her still on his tongue, she didn’t have the strength to argue, giving in easily.  By the time they’d finished, Gator filling her just as his alarm went off, Win flopped back to the bed, spent, her chest heaving while he stood to silence the alarm and stretch.

“I could get used to this every morning,” he drawled, flashing her a smug grin as he pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his hair back out of his eyes.

Win let out a tired huff and reached for a tissue to clean herself up.  “Don’t get too used to it, Deputy,” she said, though her lips quirked slightly.

“You liked it,” Gator retorted, pulling up his cargo pants and buckling on his belt before leaning over the bed to steal a quick peck to the lips and whisper in Win’s ear, “y’little slut.”

Before he could pull back, Win pinched his side and took advantage of his petulant yelp to grab the front of his t-shirt, holding him in place for a longer kiss.  When she finally released him, he wore a lopsided grin.

“See ya tonight, darlin’.”

As he left the room, a pep to his step, Win pulled her knees up to her chest and sighed, wondering if there’d ever be a good time to bring up what she needed to.

Back at the ranch, Gator grabbed a couple large trash bags on his way up to his room and began emptying his drawers unceremoniously into them, tossing his clothes into the bag in a messy heap, unconcerned with keeping them organized until he unpacked them.

“Goin’ somewhere?”

The sound of Roy’s voice behind him startled him, and Gator spun, finding his father standing in the doorway, watching him.

He hastily swallowed the nerves that had leapt into his throat, as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, hating that his father often had that effect on him.  He bent to tie one of the bulging garbage bags before answering, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

“I’m movin’ in with Win.”

Roy watched him for a long moment, his expression unchanged, save for a tightening around his eyes.

“You think that’s wise?”

Gator cleared his throat and shrugged, shifting his weight.  “I mean, I’m almost thirty.  You don’t expect me to live here forever,” he murmured, halfway between statement and question, not quite meeting Roy’s eyes.

“No,” Roy finally said, planting his hands on his hips, his form filling the doorway.  “I expect you to be married first—to a respectable girl—and for you to make a home for yourself, not go live in sin with the town tramp, in her shit-hole apartment,” he huffed.

Gator’s jaw flexed with the effort of holding his tongue, the urge to snap back in defense of Win nearly overtaking his better senses.  Instead, he took a breath and shook his head.  “Well, it’s my life,” he said, striding across the room to grab some sweaters from his closet.

Roy grunted, clearly not pleased by Gator’s response, but he didn’t argue.  “Well, that’s disappointing,” he replied and Gator winced.  “I still expect you to help out here,” he added.

“Yeah, I know,” Gator mumbled, tying up the second bag.  “I gotta go, I’ll get the rest later,” he mumbled, hoisting one of the bags over his shoulder before heading for the door, having to wait for Roy to step out of the way.

Roy merely watched him, waiting for his footsteps to recede down the stairwell before a frown marred his bluff features.  He’d not expected this turn of events, but it was clear the situation was more dire then he’d anticipated and if he didn’t break the hold Win had on his son soon, it might jeopardize everything he’d been working toward.

Knowing he needed to take drastic measures, Roy strode into Gator’s room and began searching–for what he wasn’t yet sure–but a hunch told him there had to be something he could use to his advantage.

The dresser was already empty and the desk mostly cleared off.  Crouching near the bed, Roy felt beneath it, finding Gator’s old laptop pushed out of the way.  Pulling it out and lifting the screen, he could barely believe his idiot son had left it logged in and unlocked.  A quick search of the files was all it took to find the leverage he needed, and a grim satisfaction filled him as he brought up a poorly hidden saved dashcam recording featuring Miss Lewis and a certain Sheriff’s Deputy in a rather compromising position.

“Gotcha,” he breathed.  

As much as he despised her, he had to admit Win looked damn good on her knees.

That night at work, Win couldn’t help but feel eyes on her, more than one patron giving her strange looks that ranged from appraisal to disgust.  And while she was no stranger to the occasional disapproving glance or wandering eye, the sheer amount of stares she was getting was starting to become unnerving.

“Is it just me, or are people staring more than usual?” she asked Beau in a hushed voice as she stood by the small window to the kitchen, catching a couple guys at the far end of the bar leering at her.

Beau frowned and leaned out the order window to look.  “I dunno hon, seems pretty normal to me.  You naturally draw attention wherever you go,” he chuckled, offering her an apologetic smile when she scowled.

“This feels different, B,” she insisted.  “It feels like they know something I don’t.”

“Well, I guess I don’t know it either,” he replied, nodding toward the man that had just approached the bar, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Win took a fortifying breath before turning to face him.  “What can I get for you?” she asked flatly, not even attempting to return his smile.

He looked her up and down a moment before answering, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar.  “You could do me the pleasure of your company,” he said, his brows raising expectantly.  “Show ya what it’s like to be with a real man,” he added, and Win fought the urge to roll her eyes at his line.

Looking him up and down in return, her lips curled in disgust, and she propped her hands on her hips.  “Nah, I’m good.”

The guy let out a short laugh, as if she’d made a joke.  “I bet you are,” he drawled, undeterred.

“Excuse me?” Win huffed, her eyes narrowing dangerously, but he didn’t notice the threat in her eyes.

He shrugged, smirking.  “I’m just sayin’, that mouth looks like it’s good for more than just sass-talkin’.”

Win’s brows rose, a little incredulous he’d gone that far, but his response didn’t throw her for long.  “Yeah?” she asked, tilting her head, the edge of her hair brushing her shoulder.  “What a coincidence, cause your mouth only looks like it’s good for gettin’ hit.”

That seemed to give him pause and he hesitated, wetting his lips,and a cold smile stretched across Win’s face.  “So why don’t you get outta here before I continue this conversation with my fist.”

The guy seemed to think twice about pressing his luck and pushed away from the bar with a scowl.  Win folded her arms over her chest as she watched him go, allowing herself a small smirk at the tiny victory.  Her relief was short lived, however, when one of the men at the end of the bar spoke up.

He looked vaguely familiar, one of those cocky frat boys she’d seen at some of the house parties she used to frequent before she started dating Gator.

“That’s cold, Lewis,” he called, adjusting his grimy ball cap.  “Thought you liked bein’ propositioned.”  He leaned back on his stool, watching her expectantly, just waiting to get a rise out of her.

“The fuck are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Win countered, an uneasy feeling bubbling in her gut, and her question only made the guy’s grin grow.

He laughed at something one of his friends said and brought the mouth of his bottle to his lips, taking a swig of beer before answering.  “I heard you won’t say no to suckin’ a cock in exchange for a favour,” he exclaimed, pausing for effect, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek for a moment.  “Or is that just when it comes to cops?”

Win’s mouth fell open, but no scathing rebuttal came.  Instead, white hot panic flooded her body.

How could they know about that?

“What, no snappy comeback?” he jeered, getting a laugh from his buddies.

Win swallowed, but her throat was dry.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I think you should leave,” she said, hating how hoarse her voice sounded.

Unperturbed by her command, the guy leaned over the bar, his lidded eyes trained on Win’s, seeing right through her lie, and she could smell the beer on his breath.

“We all saw your little video, sweetheart.  You can stop playing dumb now,” he breathed, his brows furrowing in mock confusion.  “What I can’t figure out it is, why Tillman?  What’s that loser got that we don’t, huh?”

“HEY!  She said get out!  Or do I gotta get the bat?” Beau thundered, striding out of the kitchen to step in front of Win, towering threateningly over the guy and his buddies with a glare that made them hesitate.

“C’mon, we’re outta here,” one of them mumbled uneasily, and they all slunk toward the door, but Win barely noticed, hastily answering her phone on the second ring, expecting Gator.  

Her pulse thundered in her ears and it took her a moment to realize it wasn’t Gator’s voice on the other end of the line, but her friend, Lydia’s.

“Win?  Oh, thank God you answered!” she exclaimed.  “Have you seen–”

“Yeah, I just found out,” Win sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, already feeling a headache starting to form behind her eyes.

“I’ve already reported it, it’s getting taken down,” Lydia assured her.

“Yeah well, I’m pretty sure the whole town’s seen it already,” Win groaned.  “But thank you for taking care of it,” she added, not wanting her friend to think she wasn’t grateful.

“Of course,” Lydia said, growing quiet for a moment.  “You don’t think Gator…?” she asked hesitantly, but Win was quick to cut her off.

“No.  No, he wouldn’t have posted it,” she said firmly, a thought occurring to her that made her want to vomit.  “But I think I know who might’ve.”

Frankie, the bar’s namesake and owner, stuck his head out of his office to call for Win, an unreadable expression on his usually placid face.

“Shit, Lyds, I gotta go,” she murmured, quickly saying goodbye and taking a shaky breath before heading into his office.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked uncertainly and Frankie let out a weary sigh, gesturing her in further.

“Win, you know you’re one of my best bartenders, and frankly, I don’t usually give a damn about what any of yeh do outside of here, but…”  The old man shook his head, his thick white eyebrows drawing down, and Win braced herself; she could see where this was heading.

Frankie took a deep breath and lifted his head to look her in the eye.  “I’m sorry, Lewis, but I gotta let ya go.  This whole video business is–” he paused gesturing vaguely with his hand as if he didn’t know how to put it into words.  “I mean, what were you thinkin’?”

A flash of anger seared through Win and she let out an incredulous scoff.  “You’re kiddin’ me, right?” she muttered, her eyes rolling skyward as she planted her hands on her hips.  “I didn’t even know it was being recorded at the time, and I sure as hell didn’t want it posted for the fuckin’ world to see.  Some sick fuck violated my privacy on purpose,” she hissed.  “I’m the victim here, and you’re firing me?”

Frankie leaned back in his chair, looking uncomfortable.  “Well, that’s not all…” he muttered, earning a sharp look as Win waited to see what other excuses he had.

“I’ve just received some… complaints.”

Win’s brows rose.  “Complaints?  About what?”

“Well, and you know I don’t got no problem with  you throwin’ out anyone that gets too… rowdy, but you’ve been makin’ a lot of threats…”

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Win muttered, bleating a humourless laugh.  

“And I–I can’t afford to have the Sheriff gettin’ involved.”

And there is it, Win thought, frustrated tears welling in her eyes.  Roy had orchestrated this, that much was certain.  Hell, she wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been the one to send those assholes in specifically to get a rise out of her, all so he could then have an excuse to lean on Frankie to fire her.  And she’d played right into his hand.

“I’m so sorry, Win,” Frankie murmured helplessly.  He leaned forward to slide an unmarked envelope across the desk to her.  “Take this.  I know it doesn’t make up for it, but… it’s somethin’.”

Hastily wiping at her eyes, Win cleared her throat as she snatched the envelope from the desk, though her voice still came out in a thick croak.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Slipping the envelope in the back pocket of her jeans without looking inside, she pushed out of the office and grabbed her coat and keys before anyone could get a good look at her tear stained face, but Beau caught her as she strode through the kitchen toward the back door.

“What happened?”

“I got fired.”

Her friend’s mouth fell open, shock painting his features.  “For what?” he exclaimed, but Win shook her head.

“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter, I gotta go,” she said, needing to be anywhere else right then.

“Wait, Win, are you gunna be okay?” Beau called after her and she forced herself to flash him a watery smile as she pulled open the heavy back door, trying to reassure him.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.  Always am,” she insisted before slipping out into the chill night, the frigid air biting her face, but she was past caring.

Inside her car, she finally glanced at the contents of the envelope, unsurprised to see a stack of cash and a sob left her throat as she broke down, tears blurring her vision.  Gripping the steering wheel hard enough to whiten her knuckles, she let out a scream of frustration, needing to let it out before she burst.

Throwing her car in drive, she took off, bringing her phone to her ear.

Gator felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he lifted his rifle, bringing the scope to his eye.  He’d answer in a moment, but he had something he had to take care of first.

“Got you, fucker,” he breathed, lining up his shot.  Munch’s silhouette was visible through the thin curtains in the upstairs window of the house across the street.  Adjusting his grip, Gator released his breath and squeezed the trigger.  The bullet found its mark, spattering the curtains with his target’s brains and Gator lowered his rifle, squinting up at the window before glancing up and down the quiet street to make sure no one had seen anything.

Damn, but that was a good shot, he thought, a little surprised at how easy it’d been to take out the old assassin after all.

His phone began to vibrate again and he frowned, checking the screen.  “Jeeze babe, gimme a sec.  I’ll call ya back once I’m finished,” he muttered, pocketing his phone and heading across the street toward Munch’s car, parked by the curb.

Slipping on the slick layer of ice, he threw his arms out awkwardly, catching his balance as he rounded the trunk.  Crouching, he retrieved the tracker he’d placed the other day.  Slipping the little black box in his coat pocket, he happened to glance in the back seat and did a double take.

“You gotta be shittin’ me,” he breathed, leaning in closer to the window to get a better look.  Sure enough, tucked behind the passenger seat was the duffel bag of cash Roy had given Munch.  “What a fuckin’ idiot,” Gator chuckled under his breath and tried the door handle.  Locked.  Glancing around, he smashed in the window with the butt of his rifle and winced at the noise.

No one came to investigate the commotion, but Gator’s pulse still pounded loud in his ears, his body vibrating with adrenaline.  He could think of a hundred different things he and Win could do with the money and he grinned as he set his rifle on the top of the car and reached inside.

“Thief!  THIEF!”

As soon as his hand closed around the bag, Gator felt something hit him and he flinched, hastily pulling the bag free and stumbling backwards to face his attacker–an angry gray haired woman, who if Gator’d been paying attention might’ve noticed was wearing the same fur-lined coat Munch had been.

“Ow!  Hey!” he exclaimed, lifting an arm to fend off another blow from her bag of oranges.  For as frail as she looked, she sure had a mean swing.

“Thief!  Get away!” she wailed again, several of her oranges flying loose to roll down the sidewalk as she grasped at the canvas bag, attempting to yank it away from him.

“Get off!” Gator growled, struggling with her for a moment before shoving her, gaping as she slipped on the ice and toppled backward, smacking her head on the curb with a sickening thud.

“Fuck–”  Gator’s breath came out in a shudder.

Blood began to pool darkly beneath the old woman’s head, her eyes open, but unseeing.

Swallowing the bile that rushed up his throat, Gator looked around wildly as he backed away, but the street remained empty.  With trembling fingers, he grabbed the gun from the roof of the car and took off down the sidewalk toward the alley he’d parked down, his phone vibrating insistently against his thigh as he ran.

Panting hard, he threw open the driver side door and scrambled inside, tossing the gun in the back seat.  Squeezing his eyes shut, he fought to calm his nerves, but all he could see was the alarmed look on the woman’s face as she stumbled backwards.

It was an accident!  It wasn’t my fault.  She slipped on the ice and fell, Gator told himself.  For some reason, her death bothered him more than taking out Munch had, and all he wanted was Win’s arms around him, holding him tight, her soothing voice in her ear.

Pulling his phone out to check his messages, a block of ice dropped to his gut when he saw how many missed calls he had, followed by an ominous text that made his blood run cold.

Gator where are you?  Why won’t you answer???  This is an emergency!  GET HERE ASAP

His heart lodged firmly in his throat, he pulled out of the alley and stepped on the gas, barreling through several stop signs on his way, all hope of the comfort he craved going out the window.

By the time Win heard Gator’s key in the door, she’d already smoked nearly an entire pack of Marlboros, and emptied a third of a bottle of whiskey.

“Win, what’s wrong?  Are you alright?  Are you hurt?” Gator exclaimed in a rush, barely getting through the door before he was across the room, taking her by the shoulders to look her over, frantically searching for injuries.

Win pushed him back with a scoff.  “Am I alright?  No, I’m not fucking alright!”

Gator frowned, taken aback by the scorn in her voice.  “What happened?” he demanded again.

“Where have you been, Gator?  Were you fuckin’ aware your little dash cam recording of us got fucking leaked?” she cried and he jerked back in surprise.

“What?  How?”

“I don’t fucking know!” Win exclaimed, throwing her hands up and beginning to pace—she could feel herself growing hysterical, but she was already too worked up to slow down.  “—But every fuckin’ creep in town has seen it and I lost my fucking job over it!”

“What?  You can’t be serious,” Gator exclaimed, but Win shook her head, desperately blinking away the fresh wave of tears that threatened to fall.

“Oh my God, Gator, you’re probably gunna be in hot water at work too, Jesus Christ—!” she swore, her voice cracking, and Gator caught her as she passed, pulling her into his arms—needing to hold her.

“Hey, hey baby, no!” he exclaimed, trying to calm her as she clutched at his jacket—needing to be held.  “Don’t worry ‘bout me, nothin’s gunna happen,” he murmured, but Win drew back with a frown.

“How can you know that?  Gator, this is serious.”

“Trust me, Win, I’ve got connections.  This’ll all go away,” Gator insisted.  “I’m the law, remember?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.

“Hell Win, I even took this bastard out earlier and it doesn’t even fuckin’ matter cause no one can touch me.  We make the rules around here,” he boasted, the words slipping out before he could stop them, though he was careful enough not to mention the old woman—that was an accident.

Win jerked back.

“You killed someone?” she gasped, her expression warping into one Gator didn’t like.

Gator’s not like Roy.  You sure about that?

Agent Meyer’s words echoed in Win’s ears and she swallowed down a wave of nausea.

What all had Gator been doing on his father’s orders?

Gator’s fingers bit into her arm, pulling her out of her thoughts.  

“Win, you don’t understand, he had it coming to him, this guy was bad news.  He’s the one who killed several of our guys, who did this–” Gator held up his cast “–and he threatened you!” he exclaimed, a desperate hitch to his voice, as if pleading for her to understand, to stop looking at him as if she didn’t know him.  “I had to put a stop to it.”

Win wet her lips, trying to process the information, still unsure how to feel.  Maybe he was right.  She could still remember the threatening aura she felt around the strange man that day he’d come to the bar, watching her.

Shaking her head, she ran a hand down her face, something Gator had said earlier catching in her thoughts.  “Gator, I’m scared for you.  You think you’re untouchable, but you’re not.”

He frowned.  “What d’you mean?”

“I mean, the FBI is onto you.”

Gator rolled his eyes, his face scrunching in disbelief.  “Those guys?” he scoffed, his lip curling.  “Those two idiots that showed up at the ranch a couple weeks ago?  They got nothing on us,” he insisted, but Win shook her head, grabbing Gator’s arms to get him to focus.

“They are building a case against Roy, against you, and soon they are going to raid the ranch.”

Gator gave a start, his brows furrowing in confusion.  “No, that’s– how d’you know that?” he demanded, confusion slowly shifting to suspicion.

This was it.  There was no turning back now.  

Win took a breath, steeling herself for Gator’s reaction.  “Because those two agents came to the bar the other night to talk to me.”

Gator stared at her.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Win wet her lips, a hot flash of panic searing through her.  “I tried to–”

Gator’s face tensed, his jaw flexing as if he was holding himself back from lashing out.  “The fuck did they want?”

“You,” Win breathed, forcing herself to meet his gaze.  “They want to make a deal with you.”

“What d’you mean?  What kind of deal?”

Win sucked in a breath.  “To testify against Roy, in exchange for federal immunity.”

“Why the fuck would I do that?” Gator scoffed, a conflicted look crossing his face.

“Because if you don’t take the deal, when they raid the ranch to arrest Roy, they’ll arrest you too,” she explained, needing him to understand the gravity of the situation.  “That means federal prison, Gator.”

Fear flickered in his eyes as she let it sink in and a tiny spark of hope flared in her chest, until he backed away, his eyes going hard.

“I can’t–” he breathed, brows pinching as he looked at her.  “You want me to betray my dad.”

Panic squeezed her throat, making it hard to breathe, but she shook her head desperately.  “I don’t want you to go to prison!  Gator, please!”

Win watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously, but then his face set, as if he’d made up his mind.  

“You don’t understand, Win.  It may have been easy for you to cut your dad out of your life, but I can’t do that.  He’s counting on me!”

Win’s mouth fell open.

“He’s probably the one who posted the video!” she cried, her voice raising as her anger boiled over.  “He’s been trying to break us up from the very beginning, or have you forgotten?”

“Of course I haven’t forgotten,” Gator huffed.  “I know he’s not your biggest fan and he’s been outspoken about his opinions, but he wouldn’t do that,” he argued and Win gaped at him in disbelief.

“You really don’t think he’d go that far when I’m willing to bet he’s done far worse?” she asked, not waiting for an answer.  “Think about it, Gator.  You were the only one to have a copy of that video and it just happened to get uploaded the day you told him you were moving out?  Where’s your laptop, huh, still at the ranch, where Roy could easily access it?” she pressed.

Gator went quiet, his gaze falling to the ground and Win was sure she had him.

“Is that why you asked me to move in with you?” he whispered.  “To get between me and my dad, to get me to turn against him?” Gator asked, and when his eyes found Win’s, the hurt in his gaze knocked the air from her lungs.

“No!  Gator, that’s not–!” she cried, grasping at any shred of hope that he’d believe her.  “I asked you to move in with me because I wanted to be with you, that’s all,” she insisted, though her voice wavered, and Gator’s expression hardened.

“Stop fuckin’ lyin’,” he breathed, his words cutting through her.

“Gator, please.  Please just listen to me–” she tried again, desperate to get through to him.  She reached out to take his hand, but he pulled back as if burned, glaring at her outstretched hand.  

Swallowing a sob, Win pushed on, not ready to give up.  “He’ll set you up to take the fall and he won’t feel a shred of guilt over it.  You don’t have to go down for his crimes, Gator.  Can’t you see he’s just fucking using you?” she cried, her throat burning.

Gator scoffed softly.  “How’re you any different?” he asked, his voice hollow, and an incredulous huff left Win’s lips, his question leaving her speechless for a moment.

“Who’s the one that calls you a loser, and who’s the one that thinks you’re a winner?” she breathed, holding his gaze, though tears pricked her eyes, making her vision swim.

A sardonic grin twisted Gator’s lips as if she’d just told a cruel joke and he shook his head.  “My dad was right about you, Win, you’re nothin’ but a snake.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out her spare key.  “Here, I don’t need this,” he muttered, tossing it atop the counter.  It slid to a stop in front of her and Win flinched as if struck.

Turning away, Gator strode to the door.

“You lied.”

Win’s words brought him up short and he stopped, his hand on the doorknob, though he didn’t turn to look at her.

“You said I wouldn’t lose you,” she whispered.

Gator’s jaw tensed and he hesitated a moment longer before throwing open the door and glancing back.

“Guess that makes us both liars then.”

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[galaxydestroyer165]

HBD Barb💚🍵

[thatbennybee]

What's probably the dumbest and most in character thing (Chord Striker Pop Troll) Barb can say towards Branch or Poppy or the others times in general? Mostly asking this question with the one art (on twitter) you did of her saying "you don't really want him" about Branch and Poppy looking get to go back to prison. Thank one really stuck with me. Your so good with facial expression on your art❤💚💚💜💙🥰😍😍🤩

She honestly says too many unintentionally rude things tbh 💀 it's kind of how I characterize her!! She's a lot less naïve in the way that canon Poppy was and is instead more naïve from parroting her dad's mindset and opinions. She is told that Pop trolls tend to be a bit absentminded and she ends up belittling them by accident because she views herself as smarter than most trolls bc King Thrash says so.

Her mindset kind of goes unchecked because Pop Trolls are easy to please and honestly just don't even realize they're being belittled anyways because they believe that Barb often knows what's best for them.

It's why Branch and Barb don't get along very well, Branch feels belittled by her and hates feeling like he's being given handouts or that he's a charity case. When Branch rejects her suggestions and offers to him, she often unintentionally says things that would kind of hurt to anyone privy to what's being implied.

She'd likely say something offensive about rock culture or Poppy’s personality based off of the biased knowledge of rock trolls from her dad.

Here would be an example of something she'd say to Branch:

"Branch, I know you're just feeling a bit shy and confused. You're not used to the way we do things because you're really different from the rest of us, I get it! I'm just trying to help make it easier for you! :)"

But that could feel really belittling because it's implying not only that Branch is being treated like a weirdo, but also because it implies that he isn't capable or smart enough to help himself. Then, at the same time, he knows Barb is being earnest when she says it & everyone around him would make him feel like he was wrong for refusing. That is really confusing for him.

That's how Barb makes him feel; confused and often conflicted. I kind of liked canon Barb's characterization of being a bit passive aggressive, a bit wild and being knowledgeable, yet incredibly ignorant at the same time.

I wanted to keep that trait in Barb the same way that Poppy is still well liked, often remains in good spirits and wants to help others.

[incorrect-trolls-imagines]

PART TWO OF THE ANGST SCENARIOS, LET'S GOOO!!! @itzninacottoncandyuwu

PART ONE

I'm kinda mixing this one and the idea of reader fainting suddenly ayyee

♥️🖤💙 Partner Squad x Overworked!Y/N ♥️🖤💙

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 After you come back home looking more than just worse for wear and you pass out the second you decide to take a quick seat, everyone is immediately concerned for you.

💞 You'd been constantly overworking yourself for days now, refusing to take a proper rest, refusing help from everyone and pushing yourself more and more everyday until it was too much for your body and there you are now. Sprawled on the couch, snoring and with hesvy bags under your eyes. 

💞 When you wake back up again, tucked in bed, you already know you're in for a lecture from them or something.

💞 Yeah, you get Super Lectured. It's not fun.

💞 Simply put, all of them are mortified for you but there's also a constant I Told You So vibe to them once they start to practically force some chill pills down your throat.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ After that little incident, she's always pulling you into whatever leisure activity she's got going on. No, she doesn't care you're not into her sea glass collection, you're going to sit down and relax, dammit.

♥️ He's kinda rough on her approach but that's just because she worries a lot about you and it was your stubbornness that got you all overworked in the first place.

♥️ She'll offer some help here and there to make whatever load you're struggling with easier, but she prefers the angle where she helps you wind down after a hard day's work.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 This man is just as overworked as you are but that doesn't matter right now, Y/N, you literally dropped into that couch like Peter Griffin and passed out.

🩵 He won't even ask you if you want some help after that, nah. He'll force his way into whatever it was that got you this stressed out and tired and help, wherever you want it or not.

🩵 He'll kinda end up overworking himself with helping you not get overworked and then it's your turn to call him out.

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Out of the whole polycule, he's the best suited to deal with this situation.

🧡 He knows the best way to help you out is not forcing yourself to relax or forcing his help into your business, but rather he'll help you to find the balance yourself.

🧡 He'll do little gestures or leave little post-it notes around to remind you to take a break from time to time and they'll work everytime (specially when he draws little doodles of what's supposed to be himself going “👍”).

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She becomes a little of a mother hen and she'll be constantly asking you if you're tired or if you need any help. And when I say constantly, I mean constantly. It's kinda a lot, but she'll stop after the first time you tell her to chill.

🩷 She'll feel bad if you're overworking yourself over anything related to her; if you're helping her around Pop Village or anything like that, she'll immediately find someone else to take your place.

🩷 She won't say to your face “hey, maybe you should sit down”, but she'll be making small comments and jokes about that. A lot of them. It's almost kinda passive aggressive??? You know she means well and her heart is in the right place, but you also tell her to chill with that too.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 After Hick, Tresillo is the best next candidate to help you figure this stuff out. You're a grown adult and he knows you're capable enough to find a balance between Relaxation Times and Working Times.

💚 He's got a more direct approach and he'll straight up tell you whatever advice he can think of at the first sign of you starting to stress yourself out.

💚 His advice can go from very insightful and philosophical words that turn your way of thinking upside down to literally just “babe, stop and take a good look at those clouds, ain't they pretty?”

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 He doesn't look like it, but this guy over here can sometimes overwork himself right out to the point of having to take entire days to recover. But heavens forbid you even think about doing something like that, heck no.

💙 You've got responsibilities too, but those are never important enough to risk your health to the point that you can't stay awake anymore, that's simply not cool.

💙 He's more focused on keeping an eye on your sleeping schedule and making sure you're actually taking breaks from time to time everyday. Like, he'll be literally watching from around the corner like a cat and stuff.

[enchanterium-fan-account]

It’s good news for everyone with birthdays between October 23 and November 21, because the Enchanterium zodiac Scorpio doll has been released in the form of an alien cheerleader!

Here’s the concept designs, and Alex and Barb decided to go with the hair bun option so we’ll be seeing a lot of neon. Are you ready?

“When I found Wydowna Spider in our stash I knew she would be a perfect candidate for both Scorpio and the alien prompt. We bought her a million years ago and never used it because she’s a rare doll in our country, and I’m always scared of using these rare dolls for customization because I know some collectors would love to have them. But I guess I don’t care that much because I’m going to use her anyway.”

“Cheerleading is not really a thing in Poland because we also don’t really have sports in our schools the same way it’s done in the US. So the only reference I have is watching tv shows like Glee and that one big Netflix documentary series we all watched in lockdown.”

“I am cutting out what I have prepared for myself, but I didn’t think it through, and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll be in trouble, because I don’t have any more of this material. But today I decided that I will believe in myself.”

“She already has six arms, and that’s pretty out of this world, but I want her to have pincers like the scorpion that she is. … You may be wondering where the second part of the pincer is. She can’t pinch if there’s only one. Aha I have prepared nightmare fuel because I’m going to use monster high hands.”

“I didn’t even notice I do it (gradient) in every design but recently we got a comment saying they look like a set of characters because of their individuality and gradients, and I was like ‘oh no is gradient a defining feature of Enchanterium style that’s so 2010.’”

“Usually scorpions have 2-12 eyes so of course we’re making 12. Like is there another option?”

“It’s now finally time to stand up to our demons and take care of the hairstyle.”

I’m glad Barb and Alex are leaning into the zodiac high theme, I think it’s such an interesting concept that works since the doll bases are all monster high. I’d totally watch an animated mini series about these characters. Plus it’s fun to think up roles for all the dolls they’ve already made! My favorite part of this doll is a tie between the scorpion claws and the six thousand decorative pins in the doll’s head. What’s yours?

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[tilthedayidice]

Hey friend! Could I please get a dice palette for my new Pathfinder character, Mosh? They are a sprite gunslinger, who is also Punk. I envision them with lots of black and bright/neon accents to accent it. They have a big mouth and a big heart all in a tiny package. They fight with a combo of goblin-made gun and baseball bat wrapped with barbed wire, just for the punk aesthetic, lol. (Yes, Mosh comes from mosh pit, lol)

Thank you 💚

Chessex Electric Yellow Vortex

Chessex Speckled Lotus

Dice Envy Volcanic Ash

Dice Envy Doomspace

DougOutCraft Divination Dice Black/Tan

DougOutCraft Divination Dice Black/Teal

Wiz Dice Cloud Drop