#so sorry for the wait anon hope you like it!
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All Of Me
Summary: Lucy and the reader met at a meta event and hit it off immediately exchanging numbers. The reader is performing in Barcelona, so she invites Lucy and some of her teammates at the concert. One of her teammates is a die-hard fan and would love to meet her, so Lucy arranges it. At the end of the concert, Lucy realises she's in love and confesses.
Warnings: fluff, just fluff
A/N: This is dedicated to Tuck, Shadow, and the anon who requested this, l hope you enjoy and thank you for patiently waiting 🫶
Word count: 4.4k
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"Do l have to wear this?"
you asked as you look yourself at the mirror, not completely confident of what you are wearing, you get that it is not any big event like the Met Gala, but it is an meta hosted event that you have been invited to, and your best friend has encouraged you to go as soon as you told her, so under her influence you have decided to do it.
First you went shopping for a dress, deciding that you don't need a makeup artist or any kind of stylist, deciding that you can get ready on your own, big mistake, you have absolutely no idea how to do fancy makeup, the best you can do is basic everyday makeup and that's enough for you, even on your shows and tours you didn't go very fancy unless you hired someone to do it for you.
"Come on! You came from London all the way to Barcelona to do this! And don't stress about it! You look great! Trust me, people would love this look!"
And you did, the moment you told your best friend that you had been invited, she immediately booked you a flight. She was very excited for you, and that alone also made you very excited.
Your best friend stopped what she was doing and walked towards you, then stopped when she was behind you, looking into the reflection. Her hands were on your shoulder and her head next to your own, she smiled.
"People are going to love you, don't you worry, everything is going to be just fine, relax and go enjoy okay?"
You nodded as you understood her words and relaxed a bit, just on cue your driver arrived and your phone ping in a notification, you looked at your best friend one more time with a smile before you put on your shoes and walked out the door, heading towards the car.
The car drive there was peaceful, and you liked that, some calmness before the whole event and the chaos that happens, when you arrived you took a deep breath before you opened the door, unknown to you there was a person hind the door and when you opened it the door has slammed into the person, and your hand flew to your face before you can even speak.
"Oh my god l am so sorry!"
You apologised as you looked up at the person, widening your eyes as you got a bit starstruck. Not only was the person a woman, but she was the most attractive you have ever seen, you stood there, a bit frozen.
"No no, it's alright, it happens"
The woman shook her head as she chuckled, she seemed carefree and forgiving of the accident, she seemed to have asked you something but you were too mesmerised to answer, as you shook your head to focus on the conversation again you felt a bit embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Your face heated up a little.
"l said, are you alright though?"
The woman said with a smile on her face and her eyes gazed into yours, her voice a bit louder as she crowd behind both of you got larger and larger.
"yes l'm okay, sorry that l smashed my car door into you again!"
You apologised again and the woman's smile got a little bit bigger.
"Don't apologise! It's okay! l'm glad your doing alright though!"
The woman's hand went on your shoulder for a little pat before she walked away, leaving you a bit surprised and stunned, not only by her looks but also by how she handled the whole situation.
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"hey you alright?"
You looked up from the voice and saw the woman from earlier, you smile and nodded.
"Yea, just bored"
You chuckled as put away your phone, you don't mind these events but the whole reason you don't usually go is because you find them boring, most times it will just be you alone, tucked away in a corner, scrolling though you phone or reading something, you think that must be why the women from earlier approached you, because she saw you alone.
You flashed a smile, hoping that she will stay and talk.
"Let me tell you a secret, l don't really like this either"
The woman leaned in and whispered, then she let out a chuckle, in cue pulling up a chair to sit in front of you, then she held out her hand.
"Lucy, Lucy Bronze, nice to meet you"
you tell her your name as you shook her hand, her hand is warm, not sweaty warm, but warm enough to make you feel comfortable. There is a moment of silence between you and her, before she spoke up.
"These events can be a bit overwhelming, don't you think?"
Lucy said, glancing around the room. You nod in agreement and chuckled, grateful for the opportunity to share your thoughts with someone who understands.
"Yea, definitely. Sometimes, it feels like everyone here is playing a role, and I'm not sure where I fit in.
"You said with a chuckle and Lucy's eyes soften with empathy.
"I know what you mean, l am the emergency plus one for my friend, but hey, we can be the rebels who break free from the script, right?"
You can't help but laugh at her suggestion, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.
"I like the sound of that"
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As the evening goes, after a few glasses of champagne Lucy leans in, whisper in your ear as her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You know," she says with a grin "sometimes I sneak out of these events and go grab a burger. Fancy parties are overrated anyways, no?"
You chuckled and raised an eyebrow, if this is a way for her to ask you if you wanna leave, you would accept it, you never liked these kinds of things anyway.
"Are asking me out?" you reply with a smirk, teasing.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lucy tilted up her head a little and her lips also turn into a smug smile.
"it will only be if you want it to be" She stopped for a second before continuing, smirk still on her face. "come on" She said in teasing tone "l don't bite.....unless you want me too" She leaned back on the chair and her smirk widened.
You sat there, your face blushing before you regain your composure, back straight and a smile on your face, gesturing towards the exit.
"Shall we make a break for it then?"
Lucy's face turn into a grin before she stood up and took you hand, together you two sprinted out of the event, giggling like school girls as you head off into the streets of the evening.
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Not long after you and Lucy slip away from the event, you can't help but notice the city lights twinkling around you, the streets are alive with energy, compared to the event out here is a million times better, especially with a person you have just met but felt like you have known forever.
As you walk side by side, hands tingle, you notice the sky, a beautiful shade of blue, pink, orange and yellow. You stop and admire the sky a little more, as well as pointing up the sky so Lucy can see it too.
"The sky is so beautiful today"
Lucy looked up in the sky, also amazed by it, the view was incredibly stunning, absolutely gorgeous.
"Yea, very pretty" she agreed, unknown to you she was also looking at you when she said those words, but you were too mesmerised by the beauty of the sky to notice it.
When you two start to move again you decide that it would be best if you and Lucy find something to eat, since both of you haven't eaten since the event started and it has been well over 2 hours now.
"We should probably find something to eat, l'm hungry"
Lucy nodded in agreement and she took your hand again before she started to lead you somewhere.
"I know a place, but you have to trust me okay?"
You nodded and with an amused smile, wondering where she would lead you.
You followed her lead and walked for a while, at one point you convinced yourself that you two are lost in the city, but Lucy insisted that you trust her and let her lead you, so you did exactly that and trusted the process.
After a while Lucy finally stopped and you found yourself in front of a quaint little cafe, The golden glow of the light inside contrasted warmly to the darkness in the night. With a grin, Lucy holds open the door, inviting you inside.
"Welcome to our secret hideout," She declares with a playful wink.
You found yourself giggling as you stepped inside, the familiar scent of coffee and pastries washing over you. Finding a cosy booth in the corner, you decided to look at the menu b for a bit before Lucy spoke.
"You know there is something l wanted you to try, it's not on the menu, but l know they make it, do you wanna try it?"
You nodded and decided to take a leap of faith, and trust Lucy on this, so far she had not disappointed you, so why not trust her on this and see what she orders for you.
Lucy smiled and spoke again.
"l promise you will not regret this"
And with that she ordered a pasta dish in Spanish, since you don't know the language you have no idea what she is saying or what is ordering for you, after the waiter has gone there is a comfortable silence between the both of you, you noticed that she is staring at you so you choose to spoke up.
"You know, not everyday you get to have a pretty lady eating with you" You said with a grin.
"yea? And what about it?" Lucy said, teasing as she crossed her arms, her face also bloomed with a smile.
"Maybe l can get your number? So we can do this again?" You took your phone out and handed it to Lucy, hoping that she will put her number in.
"Your not as shy as l thought you would be ey?" She waved her hand as she took your phone and put her number in, when she gives it back to you your hands blushed and your faced heated up, the touch was electric, not like when she held you hand earlier, somehow that was different, that felt somewhat normal, compared to what you felt just now it is completely different.
When the dish arrived it looked amazing so you decided to give it a taste, as soon as the pasta touched your lips your eyes widened at how good it was. Your eyes also lit up, Lucy chuckled at your reaction and found it adorable.
"See l told you that you'll like it"
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Over the course of the next few weeks you and Lucy texted everyday, before your shows Lucy would text you good luck and you would do the same before all her matches, it felt like you have known each other for years even though you only knew each other for a few weeks.
After finishing training with the team one afternoon, Lucy entered the changing room to get changed. Suddenly, her phone pinged, and it was you who texted her. She immediately halted what she was doing and responded, her face blossoming into a smile in the process. Ever since that night, she has remained like this, and her teammates have noticed a change in her behaviour, particularly her mood.
"Anyone special in your life Lucy?" Keira asked with a curious manner. Even though they have broken up they have still remained friends, they just fell out of love, it was no one's fault, instead Lucy was happy for Keira that she found Laura, someone that Keira likes.
"no, not really" She tried to lie, but it didn't work. Keira had known her for years even before they started dating, so she can basically read Lucy like an open book. But before she could say anything a song of yours popped up on the speakers and Aitana spoke up.
"oh l love this song!" Aitana said with a big smile on her face, she also started to dance along to the music and sing along to the lyrics, other teammates laughed at her love for your song while Lucy couldn't stop but felt curious about it.
"You like Y/N's music?" Lucy asked, a bit surprised.
Aitana nodded before she spoke up.
"Yea, her music got me through the tough times, l also heard generally she is a really nice person, like her fans and the people around her, l wish l can meet her, but she is currently touring in America and l can't see her, but l am a really big fan yes"
After hearing this Lucy thought of an idea, but in order for this to work she needed to make sure that you are available and her other teammates agree with the plan. Just on cue your text has popped up on her phone again.
After my show in LA l’ll be coming to Barca, do you wanna come see me? You can bring friends too, l don’t mind xx
Perfect, Lucy thought to herself as she replied, first step done.
Of course, also, l got a favour, l got a friend who is a very big fan of yours, do you think you can do a meet and greet with her after the show? xx
You replied only a few seconds later.
I'm doing a meet and greet after the show anyways so maybe just to avoid the crowd we can do it before the show? xx
That's good, Lucy thought to herself and immediately start to type a reply
Yea, that sounds good, see you soon xx
As you both exchanged texts, a smile remained plastered on Lucy's face, refusing to fade away. You responded with the date and time, sharing in her excitement at the thought of seeing each other again. It's been a while since that memorable day, and the anticipation of reuniting has been building up for both of you.
After her first part of the plan is done she goes on to her second, and that is to text everyone. Fortunately, they all agreed to attend the concert, some even say that it is a wonderful bonding activity for the team. She also mentioned to the group that she planned this as a surprise for Aitana.
The team also agreed to the idea and decided to keep it a secret. Now, she just has to wait for the day to arrive.
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“Are you ready?”
Frido yelled from Aitana's living room, rushing her. Everyone else on the team had either driven To the stadium alone or driven by their loved ones. Ingrid, Mapi, Frido and Aitana are all going to the concert together, but Aitana takes the most time to get ready, even though she is the shortest of the group.
“Yes! Just hold on for a minute!”
Aitana yelled back from her bedroom, she was rushing everything, from makeup to getting dressed.
Frido rolled her eyes and Ingrid And Mapi both chuckled.
“It is nice of Lucy to do this” Ingrid said with a smile. Aitana has always been one of the very good friends they have, they can trust her on and off the field, she is always very supportive and cheerful.
“It is, but l wonder how she got the tickets, l heard Y/N's tickets are expensive and hard to get like Taylor swift ones” Mapi replied, curious.
Since you are a famous singer your tickets are both expensive, it's not what you wanted but because of the increasing demand for production costs that are associated with your concerts, the price goes up naturally, whether you like it or not, it was out of your control.
“She must have help or has connections, who knows?” Frido answered, checking on her watch to calculate how much time they have left, she predicted that they will be a bit later than everyone else.
Just after Frido finished her sentence Aitana finally came downstairs to meet them, she was all prepared with her green outfit and baseball cap. In your concerts the fans always wear green and a baseball cap, mainly because most of your album covers always have some kind of green in it, no matter it's the background shade or the main attention of the cover, so the fan adapted it and made it your theme, so whenever you have concerts or go on tours your fan will always wear green.
As for the baseball caps the fans found that you will always wear one during your performance, it has a meaning behind it but that's another story for another time. But the fans started to do the same, creating the tradition to wear their own baseball caps to your shows, they will also trade them and bedazzle them, along with bracelets, but that's just a normal thing for concerts trading bracelets.
Fan will often vlog and make videos on the whole process of attending your shows, from the start to the end, and you love watching them, you will like the videos and maybe comment something like “l’m glad you enjoyed the show! See you next time 💚”
“Tada! You like it?” Aitana said as she twirl around with her outfit. It also gave her an idea of whose concert she is going to but she's not sure, she's excited either way.
“Yes, now come along, or else we’ll be late!” Frido rushed with a smile on her face, she pushed Aitana out the door and into the backseats of her car, Mapi also sat in the back with her while Ingrid sat in the front and Frido drove.
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When they arrived and got out of the car other teammates noticed her and informed you, you start to walk towards Aitana.
“Hi, your Aitana right? I heard so much about you! All good things of course, and l heard from Lucy that you're a very big fan?” You held out your hand with a smile.
Aitana stood there frozen in shock while she's also starstruck, other teammates laughed at her reaction while you also chuckled.
“I think we broke her” Patri said as another wave of laughter entered the team, Aitana shook her head to clear up and she looked up to you, shaking your hand.
“Yes! I’m such a big fan! It's a pleasure to meet you Miss L/N!” Aitana said excitedly with a full smile on her face.
“Just call me Y/N, Miss L/N makes me feel old” You chuckled and let go of your hand.
“Can l get an autograph or a selfie please?” Aitana said in the same excited tone and took off her basketball cap and took out a pen, ready for you to sign her basketball cap.
“We can do both” You said with a grin and gently took the pen and basketball cap to sign, once you finished you took a picture with her and continued to talk to her for a bit, unknown to you Lucy was also watching you with a soft smile on her face, this does not pass Keira as she planned to question Lucy about later.
A worker from your show came over to you and told you the show was about to start, you nodded and thanked for the reminder before you said goodbye to the team, without a doubt you kissed Lucy's cheeks before you went and walked away. Lucy stood there shocked and her face reddened, butterflies in her stomach, while other teammates stood there in shock.
“You know her?”
“Are you guys dating?”
“How long has this been going on?”
They all asked questions while Lucy just stood there, completely ignoring them and her mind only thought about the moment.
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As the team started to walk to their seats Keira spoke up.
“So it's her that you’ve been head over heels for” she teased as she bumped on Lucy's shoulder.
“Oh shut up” Lucy mumbled with a shy smile as she continued to walk, the stadium is large so it takes a while to get to their seats.
“Hey, no judgement, l’m just happy for you, you finally found someone you like” It is true, ever since they broke up Lucy has been single while Keira herself has started to date Laura, she always told Lucy that she should put herself out there and find someone, so when Lucy found you Keira was over the moon for her.
“So how long have you guys been dating?” The question that Lucy dread to answer, you and Lucy have not started dating at all, just crushing as neither of you have the courage to ask each other out, or that's what she thought.
Before Lucy can answer the question the lights start to dim indicating that your show has started, and she decides to focus on your show instead of answering Keira’s question.
“What's up Barcelona! Let's get this party started!’’
You said in a loud and powerful voice as the crowd went wild cheering and the music from your first song of the night started to play, the crowd also started to sing along as you sang, it was a vibe, everyone was happy and content, it was good.
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After a few songs you stopped and said a few words.
“Now this song is dedicated to a special person, you know who you are out there, and l hope you like it”
As you scanned the crowd for Lucy, your smile grew wider when your eyes met hers. With locked eye contact, you confidently made your way to the piano and began to play the song.
What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding
I can't pin you down
These lyrics are dedicated to the weeks you have spent texting, you have been busy travelling around the world for your tour while Lucy has been playing football and Barcelona, she can't pin you down to see you while you on the other hand cannot stop thinking about her.
What's going on in that beautiful mind?
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me
But I'll be alright
It is a part of your plan to confess your love to Lucy with the song, and you wrote it as a surprise song for the fans as well, so it's a win-win.
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy and I'm out of my mind
'Cause all of me loves all of you
Love your curves and all your edges
All your perfect imperfections
Give your all to me, I'll give my all to you
You're my end and my beginning
Even when I lose, I'm winning
“Lucy! She is basically confessing her love to you” Keira shouted through the loud venue.
Lucy is way too mesmerised by you to hear her.
'Cause I give you all of me
And you give me all of you, oh-oh
How many times do I have to tell you
Even when you're crying, you're beautiful too?
The world is beating you down
I'm around through every mood
This is cue back to the many times when you and Lucy facetime each other whenever there is something happening, no matter you both are feeling nervous or scared to do something, or when you or Lucy were crying, how you would always comfort her by saying that she is worth it and she will do the same thing vice versa.
You're my downfall, you're my muse
My worst distraction, my rhythm and blues
I can't stop singing
It's ringing in my head for you
My head's underwater
But I'm breathing fine
You're crazy, and I'm out of my mind
You felt like Lucy is everything to you, whenever what happens she was there for you even though you were long distance, she is your person and you are hers.
As you continue to sing the crowd along sing along and some of your fans predicted that this song is for Lucy, since there was a few pictures leaked online since the night, fans have started to shipped you two together online and tabloids has gone crazy with articles of you and Lucy, spreading rumours that you are together.
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After a few more songs and fans demanding a few more songs your show was finished, you went backstage and got surprised by Lucy and her teammates standing there, waiting for you, you immediately wrap your arms around her and closed your eyes.
“Well done, you have done so well”
Lucy praised you and you relaxed into her touch, her teammates awed at the sight, suddenly Lucy got on her knees and held up a makeshift flower.
“Y/N L/N, you have been a bit part of my life ever since l met you that night, you mean to me so so much and l love how you are always there for me, you are caring, funny and got damn it you are so attractive, will you make me the happiest woman and be my girlfriend?”
As the people around you fell silent, you stood there in shock. After a few heart-stopping seconds, you nodded, tears of joy welling in your eyes. Lucy's arms enveloped you as she spun you around, laughter bubbling from both of you. As she gently set you down, your lips met in a magical kiss, sealing a moment of pure happiness. Cheers erupted from the crowd, marking the perfect ending to your unforgettable moment.
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A/N: l hope you like it! This one is the longest k have written 😅🤣 but it was fun!! The song l used is All of me by James Legend, l head this and got inspired.
This is theta, signing out, see you later!
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can you write something based of so high school about Caitlin?
# SO HIGH SCHOOL
pairing: caitlin clark x reader
word count: 1290
warnings: drinking, suggestive content
summary: caitlin’s drunken actions have you feeling like a lovesick teenager
from lani: hi anon! hope you like this! it’s my first time writing for caitlin sooo enjoy!
FRESH OFF IOWA’S final four win, the girls are all drunk off of cheap liquor and post-game adrenaline. after beating uconn in the march madness semi-finals, the group of young hawkeyes decided to celebrate by going out to one of their local bars.
when they practically begged you to join them, you insisted against it. but there’s one girl that you would follow through a storm, so there’s no questioning how quickly you agreed to come along the second caitlin joined in on the begging.
the whole night had been a rollercoaster of emotions, thus far consisting of a childish game of “marry, kiss, kill” (a result of gabbie having one too many drinks).
———
“hey guys, what was that one game people used to play as teenagers?” gabbie wondered out loud.
“you’re gonna have to be a little more specific, babe,” jada responds, giggling at her friend’s state.
“the one where you, like…pretend to marry someone?”
“gabbie…what?” kate chimes in.
you and caitlin had been listening in on the team’s conversations from the table next to theirs, but not being entirely present. if you were completely honest, you had no idea what was happening. the drink in your hand and caitlin’s sculpted hand on your upper thigh definitely didn’t help.
“oh! ‘marry, kiss, kill!’” she recalls finally.
“oh my gosh, i haven’t played that since i was like, what, fifteen?” jada comments.
“can we play it?” gabbie exclaims, “pleaseeeee.” she was quite a character whenever she was drunk (because how can someone so tiny hold in so much alcohol?).
after some laughable convincing, you and caitlin ended up sitting at their table ready to play along.
“okay, kylie,” gabbie starts, “marry, kiss, kill jada, kate, and hannah.”
“hmm..” kylie hums, “marry kate, kiss jada, and kill hannah. sorry, hannah. if fuck was an option i would definitely pick that for you, don’t worry,” she finishes with a wink towards her.
“wait you have a point. let’s replace kill with fuck. we can do that, right?” gabbie rambles.
“whatever you want, girl,” jada laughs, sipping on her drink.
“okay, okay,” gabbie scans the group in front of her, choosing her next victim, “caitlin! marry, kiss, fuck…taylor, me, and y/n.”
are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?
your eyes can’t help but shoot to caitlin’s as soon as you hear your name. for a split second you hold contact, but she breaks it as she looks up in thought.
everyone had always sensed a tension between you two, especially after seeing you engage in a nearly 2-minute long hug after the game. but no one knew that behind closed doors, you two were locked in.
you subconsciously bite your lip waiting for caitlin’s response. it’s just a game but you can’t help but picture you two in each scenario, the last one leaving a subtle blush on your warm cheeks.
it’s just a game, but really
“um…” she starts. and it’s like she has the same brain as you because you can’t believe it when she’s smirking saying, “can i pick all three for one person?”
i’m betting on all three, for us two
———
which brings you to now, only a couple hours later, where your freshly manicured fingers are laced with caitlin’s long ones under the table. you’ve been deep in thought, practically psycho-analyzing cait’s prior response.
and in the brink of a crinkling eye, i’m sinking, our fingers entwined
she had to be talking about me, right? you think.
you had been together for nearly a year, but you still feel slightly unsure in your relationship. before you can spiral into a cycle of overthinking, you feel a set of lips inch close to your ear.
“are you okay?” you hear. turning your head slightly, you are faced with your girlfriend’s familiar smile, a small glint of concern in her eyes.
“mhm,” you nod, “all good. are you good?” you can tell she’s getting tired; after the insane game and the so-called “after party,” you notice a more relaxed slump in her posture and a couple eye rubs every now and then.
“definitely,” she says, her eyes scanning your face.
she scoots even closer to you (if that’s even possible) and without regard for her teammates just across the table she puts her face in your neck. you’re now practically 100% sober, but the feeling of her lips ghosting your skin could get you drunk in an instant.
“you ready to go home?” she whispers, “wanna spend some alone time with my girl.”
if you weren’t blushing before, you had to be bright red now. how could you say no to her? that word wasn’t even in your vocabulary when you’re with her.
cheeks pink in the twinkling lights
“‘course, babe,” you reply, bringing up one of your hands to rub her arm.
after you both bid goodbye to the rest of the group for the night, you pile into caitlin’s car. you insist on driving as your girlfriend was in no shape to be in control of a moving vehicle.
———
you dig your hand in caitlin’s jacket pocket in search of your apartment keys. she’s almost putting her entire body weight on you, heavily influenced by the sleep dragging her under.
you successfully unlock the front door and pull her inside taking off her shoes and jacket, throwing them somewhere random. you then urge her into your shared bedroom, sitting her down on your bed as you retrieve a set of sweatpants for her.
neither of you have said a word since you left the bar, as caitlin fell asleep on the ride home and you were still processing her answer to gabbie’s question.
pulling off caitlin’s jeans, you notice a suggestive smirk on her face as she observes your position. for what seems like the hundredth time tonight, you blush feverishly at the hands of your girlfriend.
standing up to change yourself into some pjs, a hand pulls you back. suddenly you’re stuck in between caitlin’s long legs as she sits at the edge of your bed with both her hands on either side of your waist.
“hi,” she smiles sleepily.
“hi,” you reply.
“can i tell you something?” she asks. you hum. “i really like you. like a lot.” you giggle at her confession.
“yeah? how much?” you decide to play into her theatrics.
“so much. was thinking of you when we were playing that game earlier.”
“were you really?” thank god.
“‘course i was. i think you might be it for me. i mean, you got me feeling like we’re in high school the way you look at me. taking such good care of me all the time.”
‘cause i feel so high school, every time i look at you, but look at you
you smile sincerely at her answer, mentally laughing at yourself for ever doubting her love for you in the first place. you haven't had many relationships with girls, so you’ve never felt for someone the way you do for caitlin.
no one’s ever had me, not like you
you place a quick kiss to caitlin’s lips in response, then tell her to get into bed with promises of cuddles. you change into your pjs and crawl next to her under the blanket, feeling her curl into your warmth immediately.
with her head on your chest and your arms engulfing her toned frame, you feel yourself surrender to your exhaustion. but before you can fully fall asleep, you hear caitlin make one more comment that would never have you questioning your relationship again.
“i’m betting on all three for us, you know,” she mumbles into your shirt (her shirt), “two down, one to go. just you wait.”
you already know, babe.
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Sam Monroe reacting to readers new tongue piercing please?
bf!sam x gn!reader:
wc: 0.4k
tw: fluff, slightly suggestive comment at the end, Sam is kinda sassy (sorry, I couldn't help myself)
comment: Thanks for the request anon! This is a bit shorter than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy!
It's late afternoon by the time you reach your last stop for today, your boyfriend's house. You had been at the shops the whole day, but you had promised Sam you would stay over tonight. You were nervous, which wasn’t like you. Normally you acted collected but there was a bundle of excited nerves in your gut today. That morning you had gone out and got a new piercing. Your tongue to be exact. And you hadn’t told your boyfriend, leaving it to be a surprise.
Knocking on the door, it only takes a few seconds before Sam’s face appears before you. “You look guilty” he states as you step inside and follow him up to his poster-covered room. “Excuse me?” you question him, trying to hide your new secret for as long as you can.
You collapse onto his bed while replying. “What was that?” he says after you speak. “What was what?” you look behind yourself at him. He pushes you over so he has room to get on the messy bed. “That!” he points directly at you again, and grabs at your face. “Open.” You shake your head playfully. Your nerves from earlier are completely gone, replaced by the urge to make it harder for him.
You move to sit up properly but Sam’s hand on your jaw makes it difficult. He lets go for a moment, allowing you to cross your legs, before his hand is back on your face. He speaks slowly “Come on, let me see.” You shake your head again, refusing to speak and let him get what he wants.
“Please” he draws out the ‘e’, giving you large puppy eyes. How can you say no to that? You oblige and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue so that he can see the silver ball sitting atop it. Sam doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, focusing on the new jewelry in your tongue.
He eventually breaks out into a grin, “Why did you tell me you were going to get it done?”, “I wanted it to be a surprise,” you reply with a small laugh. “So, surprise!” Sam lets out a laugh before going in for a kiss, to which you push him back causing him to scowl. “No, you have to wait for it to heal a bit” you explain with an amused look on your face.
“How long is a bit?” he asks, still over exaggerating his sadness. “Three weeks minimum” You watch his eyebrows raise. “Three weeks!” he exclaims, “I don’t think I can wait that long” he admits. “Well, you are going to have to Sam.”
“Ugh fine” he complains, “It looks so good though, you are so cool baby” He switches tones, opting for resting his head against your shoulder, looking at you. “I knew you would like it.”
“We are going to have so much fun once it heals” He speaks softly. “Sam!”
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tramps like us
Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader
Summary: Gator receives news he anticipated, but never wanted, as well as conquering a major fear; your anxiety over the future is only building, casting self doubt that crawls deep under your skin. Can comfort from one another be enough?
WC: 10.2k
Includes/CW: angst, hurt/comfort, language, death mentions, PTSD involving familial abuse, anxiety attacks, fluff, smut - fingering, cum play, sweet & dirty talk, PiV sex, oral (f!receiving), mentions of intoxication kink
〘 series masterlist ✧.┊this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧.┊listen to the series playlist ✧.┊read on AO3〙
A/N: wow, hi, it’s been a minute! so sorry I went so long without an update, but I appreciate all of the kind comments and anons I’ve received in that gap of time 🥹 we’re getting closer to the end; after this chapter, there should be about 3 more! next will be a bonus/standalone smut ch. and the two after that are a pretty big deal for the end ☺️ thanks so much again for all the support so far! if you’re still reading, just know how grateful I am. I hope y’all enjoy this one <3
p.s. y’all can thank @urhoneycombwitch for sending inspo for one of the scenes in this 🫣🥰
Chapter 7 ✧.┊
flowers on the grave - the maine
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
⋆｡♪ everything is temporary / even the sorrow that you carry ♬ ₊˚.
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It’s been about a month since Gator proposed to you, and you had been on cloud 9 ever since. Yet there was one thing that continued to tug at your thoughts, buried far back in your mind.
It comes up without suggestion as you blurt the question out. “You ever wonder how everyone’s doin’ back home?”
Cozy in a fortress of pillows and blankets in the window nook, you tilt your head back as you wait for Gator’s response. He’s got you snug between his legs, arms wound around your waist from behind.
Gator knows when you say ‘everyone’ you mean both of your parents’. Well, your parents, and Gator’s dad. Truthfully, he answers, “Yeah, I do. I don’t think I’d wanna hear from my dad, though. Kinda glad he’s never tried to call— not like he knows my new number anyway.”
There’s an ache behind his response; just because Roy was a shit excuse of a father doesn’t mean Gator wasn’t allowed to miss him. Or maybe he missed what his dad could’ve been. He’s unsure, and not ready to unpack that outside of therapy, but it was a tangled perspective you had with your own abusive father.
“Why do you ask?”
You shrug while you watch raindrops race one another down the window, attention from the book you were reading aloud long gone.
“Sometimes I wonder how Ma’s doin’ without my—“ You stop, refusing to call that monster your father.”— him. I know she brought a lot of it on herself, but… sometimes, I still wish things woulda’ been okay between us.”
Gator’s quiet, lost in thought and hesitant to suggest it, but he clears his throat before asking, “Do y- you think maybe it might be worth reachin’ out? Maybe it’d help ya’ find some closure.”
Your brows knit together as you tilt your head back to read his expression. He means well, you know that, but you’re not sure you’d be able to hold your anger down if you tried finding closure with your mother.
“Gator, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” The memory of trying to talk to her after your miscarriage floods back, how cold she was, how she refused to comfort you— something a mother should do for their child through any heartbreak.
She never provided comfort when Willow died; you tried looking for every excuse in the book to give her grace, understanding, but there’s no reason to justify ignoring your grieving daughter after the other was killed so suddenly.
She never stepped in when your father used you and your sister to take out his anger on. He never saw either of you as his children, just personal punching bags.
It was complex, though; a part of you felt like you couldn’t blame her completely, not when she was also abused, too. She was the adult in the situation, and absolutely should’ve protected both you and Willow, but she was attacked just as much as the two of you.
You knew the facts and statistics of abusive relationships and domestic violence— something you began to learn about through therapy over the years. So, sure, it must’ve been hard to leave for a multitude of reasons… but that didn’t mean she had to leave you and Willow to fend for yourselves.
It was just easier for your heart and mind to write her off completely, especially after visiting home last Christmas.
He sighs, nodding. “M’sorry, just— I figured—” Mentally, he’s beating himself up for even offering the idea, feeling like he should’ve known better. “You don’t owe her a damn thing, you don’t have to reach out… just thinkin’ if I had the chance to reach out to my mom again, I would, in a heartbeat.”
Your heart sinks over his honesty; he’s right, you don’t owe your mother anything after all the hurt she dragged you through, even if indirectly. But the way Gator mentions his own mother chips away at the walls around your heart regarding your own. You know he’d do anything to talk to her, at least one last time.
A week prior, Gator received closure, but not in the way he had hoped and prayed for most of his life.
𓂃
“Hey, love,” You kicked the door closed behind you, hands carrying takeout bags; you planned on making dinner, but work kept you busy now that summer officially started. Folks had been coming in more frequently, seeking out their next vacation read. “Sorry I’m getting home so late—“
You froze, finding Gator at the kitchen table, head in his hands; an open beer bottle sat on the surface, still full. There was a cardboard box, with a mailing label, ripped open with packaging paper thrown to the floor. The bags were dropped onto the coffee table before you rushed over to him.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You dragged a chair close to him, hand beginning to move along his back in soothing, comforting patterns. “What—“
Gator forced himself to turn to you, face tear stained while his eye was bloodshot. The skin around the sockets were puffed up and blotched red with sorrow.
“Sh- she’s not coming back.”
You were certain you knew the answer, but you asked to make sure; “Who’s not coming back?”
He slid the box over to you; it was small, not much could hide inside, but the contents were earth-shattering for Gator.
A pair of broken glasses. A pair with frames you recognized immediately. The glasses his mother wore.
Tucked into the box was a letter; you reached for it, but paused, looking to him for permission. Gator nodded solemnly.
It was brief, barely a letter, more of a quick note; the words expressed condolences from the officials that had been investigating everything connected to Roy, that they found the glasses in a well on the ranch, along with his mother’s remains.
Though short, it wasn’t cold. They mentioned Dot led them to the well; the investigation was over, and those glasses, once a basic part of Linda’s appearance, became evidence— evidence that they were finished using against Roy for the murder of Gator’s mother.
Now, they were only proof of the memory of her, something Gator prayed he’d have more of if she ever came home.
Your hand fell over your mouth in disbelief, stifling a gasp.
“I… I think I always knew she was gone, but this still fuckin’ hurts.” He finally picks up the bottle before taking a long, harsh swig of the alcohol. You hoped that was the only one he had so far; he didn’t need to fall back into self destructive coping mechanisms, not like the first night the two of you reunited. It wasn’t the time to talk about that. He needed you.
“Gator, I’m so sorry.” You couldn’t say anything to make it better, and he needed to grieve. It wouldn’t get better without grief. He couldn’t move forward until he mourned, first. “I know right now this means shit, but if you need anything, if I can do anything—“
“I know, Darlin’.” He took your hand in his, shaking. “Thank you.”
“That means grieving however you need to, Gator. As long as it’s not harming yourself, or anyone else, you grieve how you want, for as long as you need.”
He nodded before you took him into your arms; his head fell to your shoulder, bursting into a sob as he reached one of his safe places— your embrace.
“S’fuckin’ stupid.”
“What is, love?”
Gator turned his head, face burying into your neck while his arms wound around your waist. “I — it’s—“
“You can tell me anything, always.”
Another sob shuddered out of him, embrace tightening, holding on for dear life.
“I wanted— fuck, this is so—“ He takes a deep breath in, then out, trying to keep himself grounded. Your arms are around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you while your hand traced up and down his spine, repeating the soothing motions.
“I always wanted her to come h- home, alive… and it’s stupid, but I- I hoped she’d come back in time for the wedding. Fuck, that’s so dumb to say out loud.”
“It’s not dumb or stupid or anything like that to wish she’d come home, especially to come to the—“ You can’t even say it, not when it breaks you to watch any hope he had left fade out for good. “— god, Gator, I’m so fucking sorry.” Your own tears began to spill over, hurting for him.
“Me too, Darlin’.” He wept into the crook of your neck, grateful to have you while the truth hit him like a train. “Me too.”
𓂃
Guilt consumes you; if you could give this chance to make things right to Gator with his mom, you would. Instead, the opportunity lies in wait for you to reach out to your own mother, but you refuse.
Am I selfish for this?
“I don’t think she’d want to speak to me, anyway. I think that bridge is burnt to ashes now.” You murmur as a few stray tears slip down your face, racing against the drops of rain on the glass outside. “It’s for the best, y’know?”
“Angel, c’mere,” Gator tugs you back lazily, and you take the hint, moving to sit in his lap. You rest your head on his chest, now facing the window as he holds you close. “Y’gotta do what’s right for you. And if you ever changed your mind, I support you. Whatever you decide, movin’ on, or fixin’ things, I’m with ya’ every step of the way.”
You nod, fixated on the rain as it continues to pour down.
“I’ll think about it.”
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“Hey, darlin’, can I ask ya’ somethin’?”
While working on a box of duplicate titles for donation, you look up, and over to Gator.
Miles planned to build a few free libraries around Brooklyn during the summer break. Loving the idea, you offered to go through the inventory to find some duplicate titles to donate.
“You don’t have to ask if you can ask me somethin’, baby.” Usually when Gator’s anxious to start a conversation about something he’s unsure over, it sounds similar to what he just said.
He’s at the front counter, scrolling through your tablet with a slight frown; you move over to him, arms sliding around his waist as you rest your chin onto his shoulder from behind.
“Jesus, if ya’ open anymore tabs you’re gonna break the damn internet.” You tease with a quick kiss to his cheek. He huffs, frustrated. “M’sorry, what was your question?”
His tone is quiet, rushed, tips of his ears turning red as he grows shy.“You got any books in braille here?”
You had to think about it for a minute; it’s something you’ve never considered to keep stock of, and you realize that’s a backwards privilege of being able bodied. You’re not vision impaired, and while there was a section of the shop for large print books, it never once crossed your mind to keep some braille books, too.
Recognizing your mistake makes you feel careless for not being more inclusive, and Gator can sense that as your hold tenses up around him.
He turns around to face you, “Hey, s’okay, I’m not mad or anythin’, just was wonderin’.”
“No, I know, I just feel like an asshole for never takin’ that into consideration. Not tryin’ to make it about me, just… ugh. Can’t believe I never—“ You stop yourself, shaking your head; it’s not about you, and you could either kick yourself for the mistake or do something about it. “Thank you for bringin’ it up, I think it’s a good idea to look into.”
“They’re pretty expensive, from what I’ve read, but maybe at least we could offer to find copies if someone asks for ‘em?” He shrugs, bringing up the idea. “Y’know, a few days ago when I was here alone, a kid came in askin’ for some book— can’t remember what— in braille for his dad. I felt bad I couldn’t help him.”
“Well, shit. Yeah, you’re right, we should figure somethin’ out to offer more reading accessibility.”
You kiss his forehead quick, admiring what might be a little empathy to him, but is huge in your eyes; the way he wants to help others is something you’ve always seen in him growing up, but he never expressed it much with his father always lying to him that was just another display of weakness.
Roy’s twisted ways of raising Gator into someone cold and heartless was infuriating enough, but to watch Gator unlearn and learn so much, becoming truly a good person, that outweighed the negativity his past held.
To witness your fiancé not only work on himself, his trauma, and realize the whole world wasn’t out to get him… that good, loving people exist and want to love and care about him, want to see him live a life free of abuse… what a privilege it’s been, and continues to be.
If there’s anything you’ve learned in the last several months, it’s that no amount of hate or misery can suppress a kind heart; Gator Tillman was proof of that.
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Despite the progress Gator has made, the confirmation of his mother’s passing was pulling him into a darker place, one where he felt isolating was better than talking about it.
It had been a few weeks since he learned the truth. You’d never push him or anyone to “get over” the sorrow, because it’s cruel and impossible; everyone just heals at their own pace, plain and simple.
But you didn’t expect him to hide in himself the way he had been, and continued to do.
On a night everyone decided to get drinks on a whim, Gator didn’t feel like going out; he insisted you should still go and spend time with your friends.
You offered to stay home, assured him time and time again you’d rather be home with him and make sure he felt okay, but it almost felt as if he was pushing you to keep your plans the more and more you asked.
It didn’t ease your worry, but lately, Gator’s been on edge, so you figured maybe he just needed some alone time.
Sure enough, the rational thought eventually snowballed into believing he was sick of you.
We’re not even together a year yet, and he’s already tired of me. What if he’s only with me out of pity? Or as a backup option? What if he moves back home? What if he finds someone else? What if—
Letting the ‘what ifs’ run wild wouldn’t help, and you should communicate your anxieties with Gator, but he had so much of his own sorrow to work through, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with your outlandish worries.
So you give him space that night, going out to the bar Miles has been working for the summer with everyone else. At first, the night flows as smoothly as the alcohol; the summer heat settled down with the sunset, making it a perfect night to spend on the bar’s rooftop.
After living most of your life in a state as flat and bare as North Dakota, seeing too far across the horizon for your liking, the sight from a rooftop in the city never grows old for you. You’ve called Brooklyn home for a little over a decade, now, and you can’t imagine how you survived as long as you had before getting out on your own.
Now, sharing that with your best friend, the love of your life, you’re living out a dream life you never knew you wanted.
The anxious thoughts creep back to try to convince you otherwise, even though you usually can handle your alcohol pretty well. It’s rare, but tequila is betraying you tonight, and your feelings start to creep out.
You don’t even realize you’re pouting slightly, looking out to the Manhattan skyline as your gaze glosses over, until Ivy points it out softly.
“Sunshine, what’s wrong, babes?”
“Hm?” You don’t look away, admiring the glittering lights you’ll never grow tired of. They sparkle even more with the tears in your eyes.
“You were talking about ideas for the wedding!” Flor softly exclaims, trying to bring you back to the excitement you were just in.
Blankly staring at her, you nod after a moment. “Right, yeah. Sorry.” Maybe this could be a distraction for you. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you bring up one of your favorite ideas so far: “I dunno, maybe it’s silly, but I think it’d be kinda fun to get a ton of disposable cameras, let everyone take photos from their own perspectives, y’know?”
“Are you kidding? That sounds so fun!” Flor exclaims, adding, “I know film is expensive, but I’ll totally chip in to get them developed.”
“Shouldn’t be too bad, since it’ll be a small wedding,” You smile through your anxious thoughts. “I mean, it’s just y’all, Bea, any of y’all partners, and Dot and her family.”
“Have you tried reaching out to your mom?” Ivy asks softly, hand on your arm. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, I get it. It’s okay.”
“I… I talked about it with Gator, but I don’t think that’s a bridge meant to be rebuilt. I’m torn. Gonna wait and think about it.”
“That’s smart. Whatever you decide, we got your back,” Jinx assures, sipping her drink.
“Thanks, y’all.” You sigh, elbows on the table as you rest your head in your hands. “I wish Willow and Gator’s mom were able to come to the wedding.” You scrunch your eyes shut, shaking your head, “Sorry, we don’t have to get into that. I—“ You push out of your chair, “I’ll be back.”
As you make your way to the bar, chatting with Miles while he makes your drink, you don’t notice the way your friends discuss their concern for you. Ty texts Gator quietly, just to be safe.
You’re finishing your glass minutes after making it back to the table, trying to drown out the spiraling thoughts.
Ivy pushes a glass of water towards you. “You need to slow down, babes.” You shake your head. “What’s going on?”
“You wanna head back?” Ty asks, pulling your attention back to the group. Even Miles gives you a concerned glance from behind the bar. Jinx hops off her stool to ask Miles for some water for you.
You shake your head, “I’m sorry.” When the words slip, so do the tears. You’re grateful it’s a slow, quiet night in this bar.
“Did something happen?” Flor asks as Jinx passes some napkins over to you. You grab them, blotting the tears away.
Up until this point, you hid the worry you couldn’t shake. You didn’t want to cause a scene, or make Gator look bad; he was struggling, and any changes in his mood were valid. You had to keep reminding yourself not to think too hard into it. This wasn’t about you. Not at all.
But it didn’t keep your thoughts from spiraling into believing you did something to trigger all of this.
You don’t even realize something slips until everyone grows quiet, eyes on you. “What?”
“You know Gator adores you, right?” Flor breaks the silence first, leading your bleary gaze up to her.
Me and my big fuckin’ mouth.
“Babes, the two of you better not pull that shit like that meme where you’re about to say your vows and ask if y’all still like each other,” Ty murmurs, and Ivy shoulder checks him, earning a hissed “I’m trying to make her laugh!”
It still earns a hint of a smile from you, but it’s gone in a flash.
“Have you two talked ‘bout this?” Ivy asks, voice softer than Ty’s. Meanwhile he mouths “Sorry!”
“He’s got so much goin’ on… I can’t add to all of that.”
“It’s good to be considerate of someone else’s struggles, but the two of you are getting married, you’re supposed to be able to talk to your significant other about anything.” Jinx points out wisely.
Someone’s phone goes off; Ivy pulls hers out, reading a text, “Miles says he agrees with whatever advice we’re giving.” It pulls a sad laugh out of you. She gives a serious glance,“He’s lucky we’re good friends. For all he knows, we could be trying to convince you to shave your eyebrows off and get them tattooed to look like—”
“Eels,” Ty blurts out, shrugging as Ivy quirks a brow his way.
“Hey, if you want brows that look like eels, you better come to me to get ‘em done,” Jinx snickers.
Another soft, sad giggle floats from your lips. “I love y’all—“ You pause, noticing Gator across the bar. He makes his way over to the group, giving you a sympathetic, half-smile of understanding. Despite the insecurities you just expressed, you can’t help lighting up at the sight of him. “That’s my fiancé!”
“Who is she announcing that to?” Flor whispers with a snicker. Ivy shoots daggers her way, shutting her up immediately.
“Someone’s tipsy,” He chuckles, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “How’re you doing, Darlin’?” It only takes one glance up to him to answer the question; your eyes are sad, glassy, but you’ve got a weary smile as you try pushing past your emotions.
Ivy initiates conversation among everyone else, giving you and Gator space.
Softly, you ask, “Why’d you come now?”
“Wanted to walk ya’ home,” His hand rests on your back, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your exposed skin in this sundress. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Can we go now? M’not feelin’ great.”
“Yeah, f’course.” He grabs your hand, holding you steady as you leave the stool. The two of you give your quick goodbyes, while you miss the way Gator claps Ty’s shoulder, leaning down with a quick “Thanks, man,” while Ty nods, flashing a thumbs up in response.
The walk home isn’t long, but Gator keeps the pace slow for your sake, just to be safe. Hand in hand, you walk down the sidewalk in silence, but it doesn’t last very long.
“Who told you I was sad?”
Gator gives a puzzled glance. “What?”
“M’sorry they made you come out, I didn’t ask, I swear—“
“Darlin’, no apologizin’ for that. I know you didn’t, but I wish you told me you weren’t feelin’ well.” He squeezes your hand in his.
“Oh. I- well I didn’t wanna bother ya’.”
“You’re never botherin’ me—“
You stop dead in your tracks, glaring at Gator with a perplexed stare.
“Babe, when’d you stop vaping?”
The quick change in conversation makes him snort. “When I got here. Shit’s expensive here, ain’t worth it. Prolly’ bad for my eye, too.”
“How’d I miss that?”
He shrugs, a half-smirk lingering on his features. “Who knows. Maybe you were just too distracted by my handsome face, eh?”
“That’s actually always the reason I’m ever distracted.” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and Gator notices.
“If you think that’s bad, wait ‘til I tell ya’ about how distracting my girl is just by existing.” He swings his hand in yours as the two of you arrive home, but his remark earns no smile, no teasing in return.
Walking the three flights of stairs, you’re quiet, but the second you get through your apartment door, you burst into tears. It kills Gator to see you so upset and not even know why.
“Darlin’, talk to me, tell me what’s goin’ on,” He pulls you towards the couch, and as he sits back, you stumble over your own feet, landing on his lap. “Well, that worked out, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” You sniffle pathetically as you situate yourself on his lap, hugging him while your legs rest on either side of him. “Missed you.”
“Is that what had ya’ upset?” You shake your head, ducking into his shoulder. Gator weaves his hand into your hair, softly pulling you back to look you in the eye. It’s not sexual in the slightest, but he’s surprised you don’t even whimper. “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”
You sit back, still on his lap, but you grab his hands to hold in yours, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers among your own.
“Are you happy with me? With us?” Your voice wavers, threatening to break. It makes Gator’s face soften, hands pulling away from yours to lift your chin with one, rest the other around your waist.
“Am I happy with you? Fuck yeah I am.” His answer pulls a small, short-lived giggle out of you, but doubt washes over you again. “I love us together, darlin’. I’d be miserable without you. I was miserable without you, and every day I’m grateful ya’ gave me a second chance.”
“Are you happy here?”
“I’d be happy anywhere with ya’. Y’know that.” Gator frowns, “Where’s all this comin’ from?”
You shrug, and he shakes his head.
“C’mon, tell me.”
Now you’re on the fence between feeling foolish for ever doubting this relationship or Gator, and the self-doubt and anxiety that’s been eating away at your brain all day. Longer than that, really.
“Are you sick of me?”
He sits up, pulling you closer to him; both of his hands hold your face steady in front of him.
“Not a chance, darlin’.”
“But today you seemed so… so—“ Everything you want to say is bubbling up your throat at once. “I don’t expect being with you all the time, I- I think space is healthy, I don’t wanna become all co-dependent and shit, but I thought you just wanted me gone— not that— it’s not your fault—“
He sighs, “It ain’t yours, either. Today’s just one of the harder days, but it ain’t ‘cause of you.” You let your head loll into his touch, tears still persistent. “Your anxiety has been rough lately, what’s goin’ on?”
“I just- I— my thoughts won’t shut off, Gator. It got in my head that you were sick of me, so then I was worryin’ you’d leave again,” You’re too worked up to notice the way his face looks physically pained to hear the word ‘again’, “go back home, find someone else— then I kept thinkin’ how if you went back, what if somethin’ else happened to you?
“Last time you were home, you coulda’ died, a- and if you did, I’d—“ Never mind shutting off, your thoughts won’t even slow down, running every red light. “— if you’re not happy with me, I wouldn’t want you to stay for my sake, I’d want ya’ to be happy wherever, even if it hurts. Just promise me you won’t go home? S’not safe for you there—“
Gator surges forward, finally bringing your anxious thoughts to a stop with a kiss. It’s not too quick, but short enough to get the point across. His lips barely touch yours as he pulls back, nudging his nose against yours.
“Angel, I meant it when said home’s been with you all along,” As you shudder, trying to hold back a sob, he pecks your lips with his, pulling back a little further. “Where we grew up ain’t home to me anymore. It’s here, with you.”
The way he looks at you like you’re his entire world, the way he always calls you ‘Darlin’’ and ‘angel’ with a sweetness laced within, one you only ever heard before he changed, before he walked away. It was still there all along, beneath all the misery he was buried under; it carried a certain warmth that made you feel safe, as kids, as, teenagers, and still does now.
You felt so foolish for ever second guessing that.
“Gator, I’m so sorry—“ He cuts you off with another kiss, short and sweet.
“No apologies. We’ve both been through too much stuff that leaves a lotta hurt behind. It doesn’t get better overnight, and I ain’t gonna shame ya’ for not feelin’ better by the mornin’.” He’s sincere, voice gentle with a hint of that rasp he gets when he chokes back his own tears. “Maybe we should try therapy together, yeah?”
You lean back, hand on Gator’s forehead as your brows furrow. He looks up with a confused laugh.
“What on earth are ya’ doin’, angel?”
“Just making sure you’re not burnin’ up with a fever,” You murmur, pulling back to lock your gaze with his. “Never thought I’d see you go to therapy, and never once crossed my mind you’d be the one suggesting we go together.”
His face flushes red, “Oh, was that a bad idea?”
“God, no. I think it’s worth a try. You mentioning it is just proof how much progress and growth you’ve made since moving here.” You’re grabbing his face now, still a little tipsy as you squish his cheeks inward, making him laugh. His smile is contagious, playing up on your features, too. “You amaze me every damn day, Gator Tillman.”
He’s misty eyed, pulling you close again to shower your face in soft kisses, slowly moving to your jaw, then your neck. Right as your breaths fall shallow, he pulls away, making you whine.
“You know we’re gettin’ married, right?” He teases softly with a smirk. “Ain’t no way I’d call that off. You’re stuck with me ‘til the end of our days, Darlin’.”
“But what if—“
Gator pulls his phone out of his pocket, thumbing around for a moment before looking up at you. “Gonna show ya’ somethin’ that I know you’ll tease me for forever, but I hope it’s proof that m’serious ‘bout this.”
He hands his phone over to you, and you realize—
“Holy shit, do you— you’re joking, Gator.”
“I’m not, go ‘head, make fun of me,” He says with a grin, hands resting on your hips.
“Never thought I’d see the day Gator Tillman would… use Pinterest… ?” You crack up, scrolling through the app. “Never in a million years would I think you’d ever make a board for wedding planning— this is a joke, right?”
“Absolutely not. Y’can blame Ty, he got me hooked on that stupid thing. Now I’m constantly savin’ shit like we’re gonna have a wedding with 14 themes, or somethin’.” He laughs along with you. “Asked him if it’d be gay—“
“Gator—“
“I know! I know, it was wrong and slipped, but he corrected me, don’t worry. Lil’ fucker flicked my nose when I asked. Shit hurt.” You’re picturing the scenario, laughing harder.
“Thought maybe one of the girls would’ve talked you into this shit.”
“Oh, c’mon, you have one too,” He grins, kissing your cheek. “Wanna go through ideas tomorrow?”
“Can’t believe how soft you’ve gone on me, Tillman,” Your hand is carding through his hair while the other’s tossing the phone aside. “You’re lucky I got a sweet tooth, ‘cause this is sickeningly sweet, even for you. But yeah… I’d love to do that.”
“We don’t have to decide now, but I was thinkin’… maybe the wedding could be next year?” Gator suggests, admiring the way your face lights up.
“Really? You mean it?”
“Yes I mean it— believe me for once, will ya’?” He chuckles, but it’s short-lived as you kiss him, longer than the last few times he kissed you.
Your lips part against his as his hand cradles the side of your face; you break the kiss, just enough to murmur, “I think I need more convincing.”
Gator huffs, “Do ya’ now?”
“Yeah,” You catch his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging slowly as you draw out an elongated groan from him. “Just to be safe.”
“You’re not cryin’ anymore, though. I think you believe me enough.” You grind down onto him, watching as Gator’s head falls back with another restrained echo of pleasure.
“Not cryin’ ‘cause you’re not splitting me open with that fat cock,” Your hands slip under his shirt, running up his torso with a ghosting touch; rolling the fabric up and over his head, a burst of confidence hits you, surging you forward to tease his nipple with your tongue. He whimpers, flexing his hips up into you, but you pin him down with your legs, and he moans, loudly. Your hand slaps over his mouth, shushing him.
You sit up with a glare, “And you say I’m loud?”
Gator bucks up into you again, throbbing underneath you. You grin devilishly at him, but it drops when he grabs your chin roughly.
“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”
“No, m’not!”
“Tipsy?”
“… A lil’,” You admit shyly, but the shyness falls away quickly. “Why? You wish I was drunk so y’could do whatever y’wanted with me?”
Releasing your face, Gator smirks, diving into the crook of your neck before sucking roughly along your skin. You gasp, rolling your hips into him; he slides a hand between your legs, cupping your heat under your dress, groaning in such a guttural way, it nearly makes you gush.
“Y’didn’t wear anything underneath?”
You shake your head, rolling your hips again to feel his hand against your clit. His eye rolls back at the feeling of you already dripping down his fingers.
“Darlin’… why’d you do that if I was stayin’ home?”
“Was hoping you’d—“ You grip his wrist as he slips a finger into you, jaw falling to the floor as he curls it just right. “Y- you’d come anyway, or it’d be a surprise when I got h- home, at least.” His brow quirks before he pushes another finger in; your head lolls back, falling prey to the imminent orgasm he’ll give if he keeps this up.
“Yeah? That why you’re always wearing these cute lil’ sundresses ‘round me?”
“Uh-huh, easy access for ya’, babe.” Without warning, he slides a third finger in. You grip his wrist tighter, eyes screwing shut as your head falls forward. “Oh, god— fuck, Gator!” He pulls the top of your dress down, nearly coming untouched when he discovers you wore absolutely nothing under the dress, top to bottom. He watches the skin around your nipples pebble, leading to the sensitive nubs to grow even harder from the usual state the piercings hold them in.
“My girl’s so needy, huh? It’s a shame I stayed home, coulda’ really enjoyed playin’ with ya’ at the bar.” You clench around his fingers, earning a mischievous chuckle from him. “Next time.”
“P - promise?”
“Mhm. And next time, I’ll fuck ya’ right before we leave,” He presses the heel of his palm against your clit, setting off a wave of shivers and whimpers out of you. “Cum in that tight, pretty pussy of yours, and make ya’ leave the house with nothin’ on underneath. Spend the rest of the night tryin’ not to drip everywhere like the greedy lil’ brat you are.”
“Oh g- god, oh my god, oh my fucking god—“
“Does that convince ya’? That enough?” He’s smirking while watching you unravel at the seams. “Of course it ain’t enough. Nothin’s enough for my greedy brat.”
Your body shakes, eyes rolling back as your nails dig into his arm, practically riding his fingers at this point.
“That’s okay, though. Gonna be mine forever, yeah? Got all the time in the world to make ya’ cum, over, and over, and over… ” You nod mindlessly, heat spreading throughout every inch of your being. “Gonna give ya’ what ya’ want… what y’need, forever. Make you cum ‘til you pass out, give in to every filthy fantasy y’have—”
“M’yours, I’m yours Gator, all yours,” You’re a babbling wreck, just on the edge of your high. “Gonna give you— ohmygod— give y- you everything y’need, too.”
“I know you will, Darlin’, ‘cause you’re my good girl,” Gator’s face presses close to yours, lips barely touching. “C’mon, cum for me. Wanna get ya’ soaked before I fuck ya’ dumb.”
Nearly screaming, Gator crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your filthy, desperate noises as you gush all over his hand. You flutter and clench around his fingers while convulsing as you ride your high out. You’re fucked out. Beyond it. All from his fingers.
Pulling back, he grins as he finds you panting, practically drooling all over yourself.
“How y’feelin’?”
You fall forward into him, laughing breathily. “I think I just died and went to—“ as he pulls his fingers out, he brushes against your clit; you’re sensitive enough for another high to pull you in quickly. You cry out, and Gator doesn’t shut you up in time before your sound echoes around the apartment.
“Fuckin’ hell,” He groans while his hand comes up into view, slick and sticky from your arousal. He leans in to clean your release off his fingers, but you lean in too, doing the exact same. Between his fingers, your tongues touch. When the two of you realize what you had done, you’re both whining and whimpering at the sight of one another.
“That was disgusting,” Gator groans, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, swapping spit and your slick. He breaks the kiss, panting “So fuckin’ hot, Angel.”
You’re lost in a daze, slumping forward into him once more. “Wanna fuck you,” You murmur, giving lazy kisses to his neck.
“You’re too fucked out,” He breathily laughs, kissing your forehead. “Maybe y’should go to sleep.”
“Only if you let me cockwarm you,” You’re slurring your words, but you’re mostly intoxicated from the two orgasms that tore through you, and maybe the tiny bit of tequila still in your system.
Gator’s cock kicks underneath you, restrained from the fabric of his pants.
“Fuck, okay, yeah,” He pushes you off of him gently, holding you up as he rises to his feet. You’re wobbly as he leads you upstairs to the bedroom. You’re perfectly content with collapsing on the bed, still in your dress, but Gator helps you out of it.
“You’re so good to me, Gator.”
“M’just helping you change, ain’t that big of a deal, Darlin’.” He chuckles, but you shake your head.
“Not that, I mean with everything. It was silly of me to even think you didn’t want to be together anymore. I’m so—“
“What’d I say?” He throws your dress to the floor, hand resting on your hip, caressing the plushy curve with his thumb. The other hand cradles the side of your face. Your eyes flutter shut over his touch. “No apologies, right?”
You nod languidly, glimpsing at him through lust-heavy lids, “Right.”
Gator leans in, kissing your forehead and lingering for a moment, admiring the little sigh of satisfaction you release.
“Lay down for me, Darlin’.” You follow his order, sighing happily as you hit the mattress. He strips quickly, climbing into bed next to you. Without being told, you turn on your side as he spoons you, cock dripping with precum as he teases your folds with it.
“I’ll never get tired of you. Never get tired of— holy shit—“ Your breath hitches as he sinks into you. “— o- of makin’ you feel good. Never gonna get sick of how good you feel, takin’ my cock like a good girl.”
You whimper, clenching around him as he nestles deep, as far as he can go. You feel so full, head falling back onto his shoulder as he holds your hips in place.
“I know, Darlin’, must be hard to be patient when all you wanna do is ride me, huh?” He kisses up the back of your neck, with a tauntingly slow pace. Reaching the spot right behind your ear, he leaves one last kiss that forces you to shiver.
“Earlier, y’mentioned if I wished you were still drunk so I could do whatever I wanted… that somethin’ you’re into?”
You tighten around him, pulling a sigh out of him as he nuzzles into your hair. His hands snake up your exposed figure, toying with your tits again.
“Mhm… or if you got me fucked up in the first place.” You reach a hand back, gripping into his hip while rolling your ass back against him. He doesn’t stop you from moving this time. “Make me all dumb before y’even touch me, make me do whatever y’want.”
Gator pulsates against your walls as he stifles a groan, “I can do that without the alcohol, Angel. You’re easy to please once you’re all blissed out, n’shit.” He lazily snaps his hips into you, tugging at your piercings to make you squirm.
“What happened t- to keeping still?”
“Later,” He pants, keeping a slow and steady pace.
“We never last long with this shit,” You breathily laugh, but it dissolves into a whine as he hits your sweet spot. Though you love this position, an idea pops into your head. “Baby, wait.”
His thrusts stop, “You okay?” You nod, pulling yourself off of him, and he lets you but there’s a strangled groan at the loss of your warmth deep in his throat.
“Sit up,” You point to the pillows, and Gator does, head resting back on the wall behind the bed.
“You’re not gon’ cuff me again, are ya’?” His length twitches at his own words, tip rosy and leaking precum with need.
You shake your head with a smirk, straddling him, rubbing your folds along his shaft. He shudders out an “Oh, fuck.”
“No, just wanna show y’somethin’.” You sink down onto him with ease, still soaked from before. He whimpers, completely sheathed in your warmth, trying to buck up, but you hold his legs down, staying seated and still.
“Darlin’, don’t do this to me again,” He groans, kicking against your smooth, tight walls. “What’d you wanna show me?”
Your hips roll forward, earning more sweet noises from Gator. As you slowly ride him, you lean your forehead into his, breathing with a still fucked-out smile, “How much I love you.”
That pulls out the whiniest moan from him. Grabbing your face in his hand, he pulls you into a kiss, soft and slow while you grab his shoulders, in need of balance.
As you pull away, Gator grins at you sweetly, but when his gaze falls to where the two of your bodies meet, he groans shamelessly. “Love you s’much, so- oh my god—“ You lean back, finding a delicious angle that pleases you both. His hands roam your curves, “Feels so good, angel.”
You return to him, lips on his neck in an instant, murmuring, “Gonna let me make y’feel good forever?”
Gator chuckles sleepily, “Until the day our joints get too old for shit like this.”
You giggle against his skin, nipping softly before sucking the sore spots. The vibrations of your laugh make the love bites so much sweeter.
“I’d get a hip replacement for you,” You quip, muffling more giggles into his neck.
“That’s peak romance, right there,” He snorts, head lolling back against the wall.
Kisses trail along his jawline, bringing him back into the intimate moment. “I’d do a- anything for you, you know that, right?” Your hips move faster as you grind down, brushing your clit against him every so often, making you jolt.
“I’d do anythin’ for you, Darlin’.” Gator’s lips are on yours again as he thrusts up into you, matching your pace. “I’m all yours,” He moans your name, with a string of curses to follow. “Y’have me, forever.”
He leans down to your chest, tongue tracing around one nipple, the other with his fingers. His touch is tender and playful, causing your back to arch, pushing you closer to him. His fingers and lips switch places; he glances up at you as he laps at the sensitive bud, and something about the eye contact pushes you to the edge, but not over it yet.
“You have me forever, too, Gator— oh— f- fuck— please…”
Gator pulls away, spit trailing from his lips to your peaked nub, leaving your piercing glistening with the slick. Feeling your walls tighten around him, he toys with your clit, watching your head fall back in a silent cry. Walls fluttering, your hips jerk gracelessly as you finally reach your high.
You’re drained as he continues to chase his own high; his arms wind and lock around you, pulling you close as he hammers up into you, grunting in your ear as your head rests on his shoulder.
“Gonna— m’gonna— “
You force yourself back up to watch, rasping out, “Cum for me, Gator.” You grab his face, though tired, you still look so angelic to him. “Be good f’me… fill me up, make me yours.”
Distant voices float up from the stairwell, right as Gator’s crying out. You slap your hand back over his mouth, riding him even faster. Tears line his eye as it rolls back and he spills into you, shaking and moaning roughly in the palm of your hand. His entire face is red as he pulsates within you, coating your walls.
Gator pushes your hand away as he comes down, catching your lips in his, savoring a soft, blissed out kiss. You pull back, panting against him with a smirk.
“What was that about you fuckin’ me dumb?” He gives an eye roll before pinching your ass. “Hey!” He grins tiredly.
“I love you. I love us. I love our life together.” He whispers, lips still lingering on yours. “And m’gonna love it, and us, and you forever. And if you keep questioning that, I guess we’ll just have to fuck it out all over again.”
“I mean… if we have to…”
Lazily, he slaps your ass, triggering a yelp out of you, followed by sleepy laughter, “C’mon, brat, let’s clean up and go t’bed. We got big plans tomorrow.”
With a groan, you roll off of him; he gets up first, helping you up on wobbly legs.
The simple moments between memories of intimacy, the domestic undertones, with or without the teasing banter— they’re becoming more and more precious to you as time carries on.
There was point where you couldn’t imagine life with Gator, but now, you can’t imagine your life without him. He’s always expressing gratitude for the second chance you gave him, but you don’t say enough how thankful you are, and always will be, that he was willing to trust you and restart his life for the better.
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By sunrise, you’re startled awake by a blaring alarm, you try sitting up, until you find Gator slumped over you, still deep in sleep while drooling on your chest.
“Gator, get up,” You’re hissing as you try shoving him off of you, but he nuzzles into you, arms wrapping around tightly.“I gotta shut that damn alarm off!”
Maybe choosing the most obnoxious alarm sound did its job; you’re up on the first round of its tone, but the longer it continues to screech through the apartment, the more irritated you become.
“Tillman, if you don’t let me go, I’ll bite you.”
He giggles tiredly, content in his spot, still half asleep and unbothered by the ear piercing nuisance. “That a promise, Darlin’?”
With an eye roll and an exaggerated groan, you shove him off of you, leaving him to flop onto the pillows with a whine. Stumbling across the room, you grab your phone off the dresser, turning off the horrid alarm for good.
“Did you put this over here last night?”
“Uh-huh, smart, right?” He continues to bury himself back under the covers with a sigh as he relaxes again. “That way we’d have to get up.”
“What’s this ‘we’ business? I’m the one who got up!”
“Y’did,” He chuckles, like a damn brat, thinking he won. He doesn’t hear you come back over as he continues his taunting, “M’so proud of you— hey!”
Gator sits up with the grumpiest expression as you yank the covers back. It’s honestly hilarious to watch him pout so humorously while he’s still completely naked.
Then again, you must equally look like a fool with your hair disheveled after rolling out of bed, also still naked, now holding the sheets back with a devilish grin.
“What time is it?” He grabs your phone from your hands, answering his own question. “6? In the morning? Angel, what the hell’s wrong with ya’?”
“The beach gets crowded fast! All the tourists make finding a spot annoying, so we gotta go in a bit.” Then you add, “Plus, there’s the ride there—“
“Ain’t it like, 20 minutes? That ain’t bad.”
“Yeah, but the to—“
“Oh, c’mon, like you’re not a technically a glorified tourist.”
His backwards logic has you barking out a short laugh. “Babe, that’s not the same, like, at all. Also, what are you, then?!”
“Okay, fine, what’s the other word?”
“Transplant?”
“Yeah, that—“
“For the record, Tillman, I’ve lived here for over a decade now, I think I have enough seniority to not be called that,” You’re losing the battle of trying to hold back more giggles. “Besides, you’re living here for what, half a year? Shut it.”
He sighs, shaking his head and shrugging, “Well, alright, if ya’ insist,” Leaning forward quickly, he grabs you by the waist, tugging you back into bed. You hit the mattress with a yelp.
“Gator!”
“What? You said I needed to shut up,” He grins, a trace of sleepiness still gracing his features.
“Yeah, but…” You trail off while Gator kisses softly down your neck, wandering further down, taking his time to tease your sensitive spots with his tongue.
“S’okay, Darlin’, I got a perfect way to do that,” He drags his lips down your hips in wet kisses, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he pushes them apart.
“But we gotta get ready…” Your words twist into a whine as he creeps up your thighs with more kisses, leaving a few bites in between.
“We got time, right?”
“Uh—“ Gator cuts you off as he drags his nose along your clit, following with a teasing lap of his tongue. Your words vanish as your back arches.
“What was that?” Again, he licks a long, slow stripe up your folds before teasing your core with open-mouthed, wet kisses. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging lightly to bring his face closer to your core.
“W- we— Gator… don’t stop, don’t—“ You slap your hand over your face to muffle your moans, but he tugs your arm back down. Arms hooked under your legs, he grabs your wrists, pinning them to the bed.
“Say it.” The noises he makes between your slick and his spit are obscene, slurping your arousal as it drips into his mouth.
“We g- got time,” You grab his wrists in return, hips rolling as you grind against his face; a strangled moan hangs in the balance between your lungs and the oxygen around you, waiting to catch the sound and send it across the apartment.
“Good girl,” He groans, taking his time as he softly tongues at your clit, lips wrapping around to suck gently. “Just gotta stay quiet for me, angel. Think you can do that?”
You bite down onto your bottom lip, whining muffled as you tense under his skillful tongue; silently, you nod, eyes twisting shut.
Gator pulls back, biting your thigh roughly, watching with a dark gaze as you gasp, eyes flying back open.
“Eyes on me, Darlin’.” He gets back to work, humming against your clit, adding vibrations that reverberate through your entire being as you shake. Still, you force yourself to watch him as you begin falling apart. “That’s it, just like that. Good girl.”
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The beach— Coney Island— wasn’t far, just a short commute away from where you lived on the opposite side in Brooklyn. Still, as you pitched a giant umbrella in the sand, Gator admits defeat.
“Alright, fine. You were right, it does get crowded pretty fast,” He helps you shove the pole into the sand, securing the umbrella.
“S’only gonna get worse, it’s supposed to get real hot today.”
The group put up a few more umbrellas so everyone had sun protection, with Jinx warning everyone, “You all better wear your damn sunscreen today. I don’t wanna hear anyone whining that their ink is fading.”
“Okay, tattoo mom, we get it.” Ty teases, throwing his shirt off happily. His top surgery scars weren’t a concern to him; he was just happy to be himself, finally. Even if that meant being shirtless at the beach.
He’s grinning at you and Gator, like a proud little brother, until Jinx literally slaps a handful of sunscreen onto his back. “Whoa!” You snort while he flips you off.
Jinx is having none of it, “I mean it, Tyler. You better—“
“Nuh-uh, no full name shit!”
Ivy glares at the two, leaning back in her beach chair while plugging her ears with her headphones. “Children.”
Everyone ends up doing their own thing while you and Gator take your time, but you notice he’s acting a little… off.
Tilting your sunglasses down, you glance at him, “You wanna head in?”
Gator hesitates, sitting back on his hands with his legs out on the beach towel. His incredibly dark sunglasses hide any certainty of his expression, making it hard for you to read him.
“I…” He’s staring out to the water, and slowly you start to notice the way he ever so slightly cringes at the waves crashing.
You sit next to him, leaning closer as you kiss his shoulder.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve never…” Gator shakes his head, looking down at the sand. “It’s dumb.”
“Hey, we talked about this, love.” You reach for his hand, lacing it in yours. Your palms are warm and a little slippery from the sunscreen, but he doesn’t pull back. “If it upsets you, it’s not dumb. I won’t ever judge you for that.”
He nods, his other hand sandwiching yours between his other.
“Kinda freaks me out… all that water, and shit,” He laughs nervously, shaking his head. “Ain’t it deep?”
“Not unless you go out really, really far.”
“Don’t people get pulled under waves?”
“It can happen, but if you’re safe and know your limits, you’ll be okay.”
“It’s just so… so different from the lakes we’d go to as kids, y’know?”
“It is, but it can be just as fun.” You’re taking your time with him, knowing how overwhelming it can be to jump into something you fear all at once, and quite literally, too. “But if you’re not comfortable, you don’t have to go in. I can stay up here with you, we can just hang out, do our own thing. Or go up to the boardwalk! Whatever you wanna do, I wanna do.”
Gator’s quiet as he thinks, squeezing your hand. “If you wanna go in, don’t let me stop ya’. I know you’ve been lookin’ forward to today.”
You shrug, smiling warmly at him. “I was excited for you to see the ocean for the first time, that’s all. I can come here any time, but I won’t force you—“
“No, you’re not forcing me. Promise. I like this. I think it’s just the idea of gettin’ swept away that scares me.” He sounds so… small. Like he’s shrinking inside himself.
You’ve seen Gator scared before, but usually it was trauma based. It wasn’t usually your average, rational fear of the unknown, and it’s unfamiliar to watch unfold, yet still deserves to be approached with caution and care all the same.
“Tell ya’ what, if you wanna try it out, I’ll go with ya’. Take it super slow, no pressure. If you hate it, we can come back up here. I’ll hold your hand if y’want, too.”
Sighing loudly, he shakes off his nerves. “Should give it a shot, y’know, just to say I did.”
You try restraining your face from breaking into a grin, afraid you’ll scare him off from the idea.
The two of you make it to the water, standing on the very edge, where what’s left of every wave might reach.
“Oh… that’s… that ain’t so scary.” With hands laced together, you gently lead him into the water with you, inch by inch.
Right now, the waves softly crash over your feet, and he’s startled at first by how easy it is to sink into the sand if you stay in one place for a while. But he laughs off his nerves, pulling you into the water a little more on his own.
“S’chilly,” he shivers, holding your hand tightly, but his lips are slowly curving upward. He’s got a pure, childlike wonder as he experiences the ocean waves for the first time. The waves rock over your ankles, adding a bit more pressure with each push of the water, but he’s not frightened.
“Opal, I’m not going out that far, you goof!” The two of you glance over to Bea and her partner not too far off; Opal’s already waist deep while Bea waves her off with a chuckle. She spots the pair of you, wading over in the ankle deep waves.
“I think Opal’s part fish,” You joke, and Bea rolls her eyes.
“If she could, she’d live in the water like a dang mermaid,” She quips, glancing up at Gator. “How’s your first beach day goin’, kid?”
“Intimidating… but it ain’t so bad. Sunshine’s been makin’ it easier on me,” He grins to you, hand still gripping yours, but not so much with fear anymore. It’s more with certainty, just happy to be here, be anywhere, with you.
Bea smirks over at you, “She makes everything easier, huh?”
“Oh, y’all, shush!” You lean down, allowing the ocean to wash over your hand before flicking some water at them both. Bea scoffs out a laugh while Gator grows quiet. You worry you’ve done something wrong, until he looks back at Bea.
“Bea, m’sorry, I have to take care of somethin’,” He glances back at you, brows raised before leaning down to splash water back up at you.
The water’s cold on your face, and you gasp. “Gator!”
“No, you do what you gotta do, kid.” She teases, laughing and wandering back to Opal. “Sunshine, you’re in trouble.” Meanwhile, Gator comes closer, but you back into the water further.
“Don’t you dare—“
“What? You started it,” He inches towards you, and you run back a few feet; that only starts a chase, with Gator sprinting after you as the two of you continue splashing each other. “Someone’s gotta finish it!”
Where the two of you run around and play is relatively open, the least crowded part of the beach. It’s like you’re kids again, teasing and taunting one another in pure fun, laughter rising loudly above the sounds of waves crashing and chatter among beach-goers.
Gator finally catches up to you, arms wrapping around you, laughing in your ear, “Got ya’ now, Sunshine.”
“I let you catch up.”
“Yeah, sure ya’ did.” Despite his eye being hidden by his sunglasses, his tone ensures there’s an eye roll paired with his retort.
Catching your breath, you admire the way the sunshine glitters across the water, but then it dawns on you. “Hey, did you notice where we ended up?”
“What?” Gator glances around and, oh— there’s water everywhere. The two of you are in up to your chests. At first, he tenses up, but you wrap your arms back around him.
“I’m right here, you’re safe, love.” Your voice brings him back from his panic, nodding.
“Yeah… yeah, m’always safe with you, Darlin’.” He holds you in the water, appreciating how warm you are in the cold waves. The water’s not rough out here, and the rocking is actually soothing to him. “This is really… nice.” He kisses your cheek softly, “Lil’ scary… but nice.”
“M’proud of ya’, Gator.” You kiss him, feeling his grin against your own, salt water dripping from his face. Pulling back, you check in, “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m at the beach for the first time, all our friends are here, you’re here, and also such a babe in that swimsuit,” You’re laughing, splashing him playfully again. His smile never falters. “I’’d say I’m doin’ great, Darlin’.”
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The day flew by quickly, spent between the beach and the boardwalk, and the two amusement parks. Out of everyone in the group, you and Gator were the only ones left, ending the night on the Wonder Wheel.
With the blazing July sun setting, and the ocean’s breeze, it was cooler up on the ferris wheel. You were both worn out from being in the sun and waves all day, and though you were looking forward to crashing in bed, you were enjoying the peace of this moment— in a stationary car, not the swinging ones— with him.
The lights from the rides illuminate Gator’s face, sleepy and a little rosy, sun-kissed, but he looks so happy. He looks happier most days than not since moving out here. Even despite the heavy, life-altering news he received the week before, he was coping in healthier ways than he would have back in the Midwest.
But right now, there’s a different kind of calm radiating from him.
“I really needed today,” He breaks the comfortable silence, tearing his gaze away from the lights below to lock his gaze with yours. To this day, that soft expression he gives in moments like these still make your tummy flutter wildly. “Thanks, Darlin’. Sorry we didn’t get to talk ‘bout wedding stuff today.”
“S’alright,” You shrug, leaning into him while cupping the side of his face. Your thumb brushes along his cheekbone as your lips barely rest on his with a smirk, “We got time.”
#gator tillman x reader#gator tillman x fem!reader#gator tillman x you#gator tillman smut#part time soulmate full time problem#tramps like us#my fics
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Hiii
Could we get a oneshot about the group(reader is a part of it) having a sleepover after escaping the phantom realm? (throw in some aiden x reader. I am absolutely feral for that boy)
Take as much time as needed! (since you should probably write about the other characters a little more-)
-🤍anon
Sleepy kisses
Aiden Clark x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: swearing, bad grammar
A/N: sorry for the wait!! hope you didn’t lose hope and that I wouldn’t write your request haha
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“Come on guys the movie is about to start!” Taylor yells as everyone settles down on the coach, you and Aiden on a large bean bag his parents owned. Wow that boy is rich. You were watching some random horror movie Aiden saw on tik tok so of course, you had to watch it. It was one of those disturbing movies so you guys didn’t get much food, just in case. Aidens hands were on your thighs which were in his lap, your head on his shoulder.
Everything was going smoothly, you were slowly getting lulled to sleep by the movie (which was surprising since most of the group was actually awake and disgusted) until the power went out. Some cursed, some screamed.. it was a funny sight. You groaned, covering your ears. “Alright whatever, I’m not fucking tired yet, let’s tell funny stories.” Everyone perks up and get up, lighting up a candle in the middle of the living room on the coffee table. It didn’t really light up the room that much but you could at least see something. Tyler grumbled, saying something about Aiden being indecisive and that he wanted to sleep just a second ago. “Okay, who wants to go first?” Aiden asks and everyones stays silent. You all look at each other and then at Aiden. “I see none of us wanna do this so.. how about truth or dare?” You speak up, the rest of the group along with Aiden agreeing.
Worst.decision.ever. Tyler ended up with a full face of make up, Ashlyn had to do some crazy ass yoga move with Taylor, Logan had to eat a spoon full of cinnamon, Aiden jumped from the second floor of their house onto the bean bag (which is slightly torn now) and then there was you, waiting for your turn which you were glad nobody was currently thinking about. “Alright, whose turn is it?” Tyler asks, eyeing you, Taylor and Ben, since you guys were the one that didn’t go just yet. He smirks at you and you shake your head no. “Y/N~ Truth or dare?” He asks and you shrug. “Dare I guess.” You look over at Aiden who looked like he was about to pass out from exhaustion which was a rare sight. “Those energy drink are catching up to his sleep schedule.” You think to yourself and look back at Tyler. “I dare you..” He starts and thinks about a good dare, silence engulfing the room for about few minutes. “Okay I got one, I dare you to kiss Aiden.” He smirks and you look over at Aiden who quickly sat up, eagerly waiting for your kiss. Your face reddens slightly, noticing Ash and Taylor taking out their phones that blinded you since they had flash on. You lean towards Aiden who cupped your cheek, your lips meeting in a quick, but sweet kiss.
Everyone cheers, a few whistles from Tyler, backed up by laughter. Your face reddens but you just laugh it off with the rest of the group. After a few more rounds, you all decided to actually go to sleep since it was almost 2am. You rested your head on Aidens chest, wrapping your arms around his stomach. His nose was nuzzled in your cheek, both of you comfortable in your positions. Your eyes start to feel heavy, slowly starting to loose consciousness when you feel a kiss on your cheek. You smile softly, turning around to face Aiden and cup his cheek, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. Before you could pull away, he weakly pulls you back into a longer kiss. You finally pull away for breath, smiling at each other like two love sick idiots. You finally feel yourself falling asleep, your whole world turning black.
You wake up in the morning to the sound of people talking, opening your eyes you see almost everyone awake. You sit up, walking to your backpack with your stuff and grab fresh clothes and things you need to freshen up, walking to the bathroom to do thise things. You think anout last night, wondering what you and Aiden were. You thought it would be best to ask him today, you you will later when you are alone. You get out of the bathroom, waving everyone goodbye since most of them needed to go home first before going out again. You sit down next to Aiden who almost instantly put his arm around you, kissing you on the cheek. “Good morning my love~” He says and you smile at him lovingly, but then cup his cheeks to make him look at you. “Alright, I need to ask you something cuz I haven’t been sleeping comfortably tonight.” “Well it looked like you were pretty comfortable last ni—” You shut him up with a playful smack on the chest and glare. “Alright, alright im listening.” He says, playing with your fingers. You suddenly get a burst of nervousness, but try your best to shrug it off. “Well.. this will be a bit of an odd question but.. what exactly.. are we?” You ask, making him snap his eyes at you. He looks a bit confused but sighs. “I guess I need to say it don’t I..” He says and you nod; “That would be nice of you.” He chuckles at your bitterness, holding onto your hands; “Y/N.. I love you to the moon and even farther.. I couldn’t imagine life without you. So.. Will you.. be my.. s/o?” He asks awkwardly and you nod eagerly. “Yes! A hundred times yes!” You say enthusiastically and lean in for a kiss, a more sweet one than the one you had last night. Those were some sleepy kisses.
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#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard x reader#sbg#sbg x reader#school bus graveyard fanfiction#aiden clark x y/n#aiden sbg x reader#sbg aiden clark#aiden clark sbg#sbg aiden#school bus graveyard aiden#aiden clark#aiden clark x reader#aiden sbg#sbg fanfic#sbg webtoon#sbg (webtoon)#sbg requests#school bus graveyard x y/n#school bus graveyard requests
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you are so right about eddie!
the way he more or less deliberately self-sabotages to avoid thinking about or dealing with the actual root cause of his problems (shannon and his sexuality) is just so poignant and will make for some delicious episodes.
Thanks Anon and thanks for taking the time to read my post. ❤️ I'm hoping that we're going to see Tim and the other writers really take this cheating arc somewhere meaningful for Eddie eventually hopefully leading to his queer awakening.
I remember back in like season 4 when there was that scene when Buck talked about the universe screaming at Eddie and I think the universe has been screaming at him for a long long time now that he's not straight. So much of Eddie's story would make so much more sense if they can connect it to him being in denial about his sexuality.
I'm not happy they're doing a cheating storyline but I do think it has potential especially for a character like Eddie "I'm a nester" Diaz where it feels so against who he is as a person. If you're going to take a character so far in the opposite direction from where they would normally go you really need to have a good reason for it. For me that can't just be Eddie grieving Shannon because we're in season 7 now the time to do a storyline like that was years ago and they already kind of did that with the street fighting stuff.
I'm not saying you can't still be grieving someone you loved years later or that the trauma from a death like Shannon's wouldn't affect someone years on. I just think it doesn't make sense for the show to wait five years and then do a storyline that is exclusively about how Eddie isn't over his dead wife especially the way they've chosen to do it too, there has to be more going on here and it feels like there is. This all feels like it's leading somewhere with Eddie especially since Buck has been brought into this story too. We also know Buck is going to be a part of things even more as it plays out since he's going to have a scene with Kim and from interviews it sounds like some kind of issue is going to come up between Buck and Eddie likely connected to all this.
So just like they connected Eddie to Buck's bi awakening and his relationship with T*mmy I think they're connecting Buck to what's going on with Eddie which I think will eventually lead to his own journey of self discovery.
Sorry this got rambly I started to have more thoughts as I typed stuff out. Message anytime :)
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Hiiii.Welcome home and back!.How was your day?.I hope it was good.I miss you.Can I make a request about Han Yoojin x femreader?!.(This guy needs attention like Kim Dokja and Cale Henituse!!).The reader is very loyal and loves Han Yoojin.The reader and him were lovers in the first life before the reader died from the high rank dungeon.So they met again after he 'collected' the S rank hunters.Angst to Fluffy.Hehehe.I need something to cry then happy.
Thank you for listening. Take care of yourself.
The S-Classes that I Raised
Heartstrings
Summary: In which you don't remember Han Yoojin in this life, but he remembers everything.
Or, as Yoojin watches you from afar, he vows to make you fall in love with him all over again.
Pairing: Han Yoojin x F! Reader
Note: I'm doing good! Hope you're having a wonderful day too!
It is my job as a manhwa reader to complete the holy trinity. Also, is it just me or like it's a desert for this fandom for x reader stories??
Warnings: Angst and fluff served on a silver platter just for you anon!
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“Y/N!”
Han Yoojin pulled you in a hug, relief washing over him for a brief moment until he was pushed away harshly.
“Who are you?!”
“Woof! Woof!” Your dog, a Maltese, growls at him fiercely, trying to protect his owner.
Seeing your shocked and cold expression, one that screamed “touch me and I will call the police”, Han Yoojin struggled to come up with words.
You don’t remember.
“Stop Bong!” You called out, trying your best to calm your dog by slowly stepping back away. Once Bong was a little more tame, you looked at Han Yoojin with a suspicious look.
“I don’t know you.”
With a bitter smile, Yoojin swallows, before bowing and apologizing.
“Sorry, wrong person. The person I am looking for has the same name and looks similar to you.” Your hostile expression fades away to one of understanding and even empathy.
“Oh, that’s okay. My name is pretty common in Korea.” You smile awkwardly before dusting off your shirt.
“You seem very desperate to find this person, so I hope you find her soon.”
With a weak smile, Yoojin nods and waves goodbye. Watching you leave and hop onto a bus. His eyes follow you until you completely leave his sight.
“Hyung! There you are. What are you doing?”
“Just…meeting a friend.”
That’s right. You don’t remember.
Han Yoojin met you in his lowest times.
When his younger brother rose to the top of fame as a S-rank, he was left behind.
He was ridiculed by the world and abandoned by the brother whom he tried so hard to raise.
In the midst of trying so hard to understand and gain recognition, he met you, who was an D-class hunter that specialized in healing.
You, who reached out to heal his wounds and scars, and the first to see him without the branding of a failed older brother of a S-class hunter.
You, who helped him stand on his two feet again after each failure of a dungeon.
You, who stayed with him through his depression, and frustration.
You, who showered him with reassurance, kindness, patience and love, whereas he was too naive, envious, and took advantage of you for emotional support.
You, who taught him his worth-
And him, who couldn’t protect you.
“I’m sorry, (L/N) (Y/N) has died in the B-Rank dungeon.”
Your death has killed him too.
He remembered going back after your funeral to your shared apartment. He didn’t know how he made it back, he felt like he was simply drifting along without any meaning in life.
“Woof!” Startled, Han Yoojin looked down to see the white Maltese looking up at him with cute puppy eyes.
“Woof!” Bong patted his shoe, before running around, patting the door, as if telling Yoojin something.
Then, Bong sniffed your shoes.
Han Yoojin remembered breaking down then, crying, begging, and praying to God like a pathetic idiot he was.
In his next life, he will protect you.
He hugged Bong close, who seemed irritated and confused.
Bong didn’t understand.
For everyday he waited by the door, waiting for you.
Everyday that passed without you, Han Yoojin was dying.
He slowly went back to his old self, and society began to overwhelm him.
Until the day he too caused his younger brother to die, and he got the opportunity to fix everything from the beginning.
Han Yoojin wanted to see you so badly.
From the moment he woke up in the past, you and Yoohyun were the first he wanted to see.
But, he remembered how he was so weak and useless, and did not want to repeat that life again.
So he built up strength, collecting S-classes as he goes and making sure that he will never be a burden to Yoohyun or anyone he loves.
So that when he met you again, you didn’t have to take on the burden to take care of him.
This time, Han Yoojin swore that he will protect you.
Even if you don’t remember who he is, and even if no one else acknowledges you, he will.
Just like you have done with him.
“Bong!”
“Hyung!”
“Wait Yoohyun!” Yoojin stops his younger brother from making a mess, and watches a familiar Maltese stop in front of him with puppy eyes. He sniffs his shoes and then circles him excitedly.
“Woof!”
Does Bong remember?
“Bong, you can’t just run away like that!” You catch up finally, panting a little bit before meeting Yoojin’s eyes.
For a moment, time seems to stop as if giving Yoojin time to make a decision.
But luckily, he didn’t need to once he saw your potential showing above your head.
“Ah, you’re the man from before! So sorry about that. It seems like Bong remembered you.” You were embarrassed as you picked up Bong in your arms.
“It’s okay, I like dogs.”
“Yea, I don’t know why Bong is acting like this. Usually, he isn’t that friendly with strangers…”
“What’s your name?” Yoojin asked, and you sheepishly answered.
“(L/N) (Y/N), and you are?”
“Han Yoojin, and this is my brother Han Yoohyun.” You gasp, a look of realization flashed on your face, before bowing profusely.
“I’m so sorry, I promised we won’t bother you again-”
“It’s okay, actually, are you a hunter by chance?” You stood confused, but nodded.
“I am…but I am only a D-class healer-”
“That’s perfect, we were looking for one, and you look like you have potential. Right Yoohyun?” Yoojin quickly elbowed his younger brother, hoping that he would get the cue, and Yoohyun smartly responded with a nod.
“Are you sure? I don’t think my skills are that valuable.” Surprised and embarrassed, you fidgetted a bit and stroked Bong’s head.
“Don’t worry, I see potential when I see one.” With a hand extended for a hand shake, he smiled gently, just like how you reached out to him.
“I believe you can be better than you are now.”
This time, his skills can help you become someone more than a D-class hunter, but a S-class Saintess.
Because that’s who you are.
It was hard to get you to trust him.
It was even harder, managing the suspicious looks from Yoohyun and his S-class children, and ensuring you are safe from his potential enemies.
But it was all worth it, when you learn, grow and gain confidence in your skills.
With how close the two of you have gotten, both of you celebrated in a restaurant with beer after seeing a breakthrough in your healing skills.
“(Y/N), I love you.”
Yoojin said out of nowhere, and while he said it to activate his skill, it was also with a genuine heart.
“(Y/N), I love you.” He felt emotional, finally saying the words he buried deep in his heart that he wasn’t able to say easily back then.
You, who was tipsy and giddy, could only grin stupidly and joke at his comment.
“Haha! I love you too, Han Yoojin.”
Even though you probably will not remember tonight, or your time together with Yoojin in your past life, Yoojin is happy with this.
“Aww, boss, why are you crying?”
“Shut up and drink.”
“Yes sir!”
Seeing you laugh as you down each drink, he matches your energy with gratitude.
This time, he will be patient, he will be your emotional support and shield.
This time, he won’t be foolish, he won’t be a burden.
This time, he will treat you better, and cherish you with everything he’s got.
So if, by the off chance that you will remember the past, the two of you can still live a happy life together.
“Yoojin~ Did you find that person *hic* by the way? My twin?”
It became a running joke, one that embarrassed Yoojin, but also made him feel happy.
“I did.”
“I hope I can meet her soon!”
“Me too.”
When you finally knocked yourself out, he laid on the table facing your sleeping face and smiled.
“(Y/N), I love you.”
#manhwa#s classes that i raised#s class#han yoojin#the s classes that i raised#my s class hunters#han yoohyun#han yoojin x reader#female reader#x reader#manhwa x reader#light angst#angst#fluff
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Oki oki I know you're probably like busy and stuff but I just thought of a good one (well I like to think I did). Obv take as much time as you need to get to this, don't you dare rush or overwork yourself
But basically, (possibly illegal?) racer yandere with a reader who's absolutely terrified of driving and generally hates most vehicles. Especially the loud ones, like he'd usually use
Also yay, you're alive! Also yay, I'm alive too
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i'm so close to dropping my entire format bro, it takes so much time and half my motivation disappears the moment i'm reminded i have to do all that shit LOL
and YAY YOUR ALIVE, MY BELOVED ANON!!
I'm so sorry if this seems rushed UGEFWBJC'
reblogs and comments are appreciated
♡ Yandere racer who had an entire career in front of him, big dreams to make it to the big leagues only for it to have it all crumble in a matter of seconds because of one stupid scandal. It took everything from him and no longer was he the person who people greeted and brought random things to sign, he was abandoned, the crowd that gathered to greet him no longer cared about him.
♡ Just when Marcus thought all hope was lost, he met you, a cashier at a new coffee shop he decided to try out. Everytime he went there you greeted him with a phony smile, giving him the customer greeting as though he was like any other person and not a disgraced racer.
♡ His obsession only grew when consistent pestering, asking if you knew him or how famous he was ended with you slamming his cup on the counter, giving him a curt smile , told him that you did not care for such matters.
♡ He decides he wants to know everything about you, from your likes to your dislikes, where you live, how you travel from place to place, when you clock in, when you clock out. All this information to make a 'chance' meeting happen.
♡ Marcus knows your running late waiting for the bus, he takes it as an opportunity to pick your up in his sleek sports car, claming how he was heading the same direction and how he felt bad leaving you when he had enough time to drop you off.
♡ He who tries to show off with his speed, only to see how unfortable you look when he glanced at you through the corner of his eyes. He's aware of the way you clutch the seatbelt, how your eyes keep flickering to his speedometer, how you seem to flinch every time his engine roars.
♡ He wastes no time in offering you a deal, he'll drive you to work everyday so that you don't end up late and you can treat him to a coffee on the house every now and then and if you can't give it to him on the house, he'll pay for it, no worries. If you decline, he'll find more and more ways to make you late, running the risk of getting you fired, finding ways to keep making you late. If you use the fact that his sports car makes you uncomfortable with it's speed and noise, no worries, he has plenty of other luxury cars for you.
♡ Sometimes you wonder how he makes all the money for all these cars seeing as how he was basically forced to step down from his work but oh well, as long as you could get to work on time, what did you care?
♡ Usually Marcus would let you go back on your own, as he didn't want to seem too clingy with you but when he gets a text from you at midnight, asking if he can drop you home, he's got tough choices to make.
♡ He'd never give up the opportunity to pick you up but if he didn't make it to his race, his sponsor would have his head on a plate. Alas he has no choice but to take you with him to the race.
♡ He spends the entire car ride apologising to you, about how he didn't want to leave you but how his sponsor was insistent on him attending. Hell, he'll even beg for your forgiveness as long as you don't as him to let you off anywhere.
♡ Marcus makes it a point to feed on your fear on cars when you reach the venue, make you stay close to him all the time, making sure you stick close to him all the time, holding your hand, draping his coat over you so nobody has the audacity to talk to you.
♡ He takes every chance to get you to stick closer to him, taking up seats in the front, closer to the venue, even the attendants are surprised when they see someone whos always in the back, not only bring someone along with him but also take seats in the front.
♡ If you don't want to spend time with him after this, no worries, when your employer finds out just where you've been and be running back to him.
#octo answers#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#tw yandere#octo writes#yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere x y/n#yandere x willing reader#yandere x you#💌 anon
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shit, man. see, I usually go for other stoner mascs but your posts about intox butches is making me a little stupid and I just woke up.
I'm just thinking of innocently coming over, maybe to help you build a shelf or play games together, and eventually we'd roll two blunts or three and sit down together. I'd be all sweaty, and I'd apologize but you tell me you don't mind. You don't offer a shower. Instead you sit closer to me and my smell and your perfume end up mixing in the air and I'm fighting for my life to not stare at your tits. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, I feel guilty being attracted to femmes since I transitioned. I fix my packer down my pants and try to be casual, showing you some local punk bands that I like.
Little did I know you're doing it on purpose. Of course you picked that shirt on purpose. Of course you're touching my combat boots with your heels on purpose. You know what you're doing when you ask to touch my mohawk, scratching my head with your long nails and giving me visible goosebumps. I'd chuckle nervously, "sorry, I really like when people play with my hair". You know what you were doing when you asked if my lip piercings change anything, if my tongue piercing does. You keep asking me about my tattoos and eventually I take my shirt off (staying with my binder) so you can see them better. I don't notice you sitting closer to me. I don't notice how my eyes keep inevitably moving down your body, I don't notice anything and I don't even have the time to feel bad for being a pervert because I've fallen right onto your trap. 😵💫
I don't really wear spiked collars but I'd let you put me on you, and maybe muzzle me after you realize I bite when I get too excited.
(I hope this ain't a bother and you enjoy my anon, maam) - 💣
i am giggling and kicking my feet like umm. hiiiiiii~
i’ve never had the chance to hook up with an alt or punk butch and i think that would be so hot honestly. i LOVE contrasting aesthetics. i dress so preppy and sweetheartcore and girl-next-door, except when i’m having a siren/femme fatale moment. and an outside (biased) observer might think you were the sinister corrupting force in that dynamic but in reality it’s me 💖💅🏻 touching your combat boots with my heels is a delicious detail oh my god
yeah i would love to smoke out a punk butch who’s a lil sweaty and a lil nervous, dangle my soft tits in front of you like bait and play with your mohawk (!!!!) and sit too close and be so mock-innocent in my curiosity about all your piercings and tattoos. as if i’m so wholesome. as if i don’t have a collar and muzzle waiting for you…. maybe when i get impatient enough i’d ‘notice’ your packer and ask if i can feel it, again feigning mere curiosity, and kiss you so i can taste your pot-laced breath and catch your whimpers in my mouth…
#clarke answers#💣 anon#obsessed with how you started this ask btw (positive) from now on i want everyone to come into my inbox like. shit man….#intox#intox tw#weed tw#okay but anon the bit where you said you feel guilty being attracted to femmes since you transitioned 🥺 kinda broke my heart#like please i love transmascs and trans guys who are dykes about it…. dont feel guilty i want you so bad 😭
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Are you taking requests, if so do you think you can write something with a cute swan or owl harpy librarian or professor, please? Thank you for your time in reading this, love your stories they are all so cute and I hope you have a lovely day!
Athena the Owl Harpy
Apologies for the wait! It took me a while trying to think of something a little interesting but I'm really happy that you like the stories! I chose an Owl Harpy Librarian however I also added a Professor in this post as a (mentioned) character!
Summary: You weren't the social type, not with schoolwork and personal affairs continuously piling up on you. After your classmates backed out on a study session, you come across the clumsy librarian you thought was injured.
Contains: small graphic warning for blood, strangers to friends, very short and rushed-, cliffhanger kinda
Y/N: Where are you guys? I'm here at the library
Sorry, Y/N! Can't come right now :(
Me too something came up
There was an emergency so I can't come today but if there's one tomorrow, I might!
You stare at your phone with pursed lips, bouncing your leg as you sit on the stone stairs leading to the Local Library of your college. The cats napping near you were the only ones that seemed to give you peace of mind at the moment.
Y/N: I guess I can understand but if all of you are busy then you should have said this in advance, not when I'm already here...
At the sight of your classmate's apologies quickly popping up on the chat, you take a deep sigh and look up at the cloudy sky.
The weather is perfect for a good study session with the others. Shame.
Y/N: I'll go ahead then, it would be a waste of a trip if I don't stay
You ignore your classmates' replies as you walk inside the library with disappointment gobbling your entire gut. There were several books and shelves around but with no one to keep you company, what was the point? Sure, some people would rather like it but...
You look down, the tears falling down the floor before you could even try to suppress them. You were a busy student that felt like you didn't need to go out and socialize and only wanted to graduate with decent grades, and just when you realized that you did need it, it was too late for you.
You quietly sniff with a wobbly bitter smile. Who else could you blame but yourself? It was no use trying to befriend your classmates today when they were all busy. You understood that.
You looked forward to this study session. You really did.
You wipe your tears away, embarrassed for acting so glum in a public setting when you heard a crash, causing your eyes to widen and quickly check what it was.
Books were on the ground and a curly-haired harpy sat on the ground but what worried you the most was red liquid staining her wings and dripping onto the floor. The sight made you nearly dizzy.
You hastily pull out your bag, unsure of what to do as you call out to her, "He-hey! Are you alright?! Do you need me to call the ambulance?"
You wait for a reply, looking for anything that might help this situation, and pulled out the Hello Kitty box filled with bandages, it was a joke gift to you when you started college and you've kept buying them since. It wouldn't help much but whatever could cover the wound works more than nothing.
"Sorry, I only have these but!!-" You look up when you heard rustling from the harpy and caught a glimpse of her appearance.
The leaves from the trees outside campus swayed lightly and slowly and it felt like everything paused for just a moment. Her beautiful yellow-black eyes stared right into yours and her mouth was agape while her brown skin glowed like gold under the sunlight hitting from the window. She looked like a goddess.
You gulped and her cheeks turned darker as she played with her claws, "I'm okay- I'm sorry!" Her voice was panicked as she stands up, "I'm fine, truly!"
It hits you that this was a grave situation and time moved back to normal again as you gesture to her wings, "But your wings are bleeding!"
She tilted her head and a sense of recognition showed on her face and laughed nervously, "Oh! You must have misunderstood!" She gingerly picks up a small broken bottle from the floor where she was near and you see from the label (or what was left in it) that it was an ink bottle. "The red ink bottle fell down with the books and it must have stained my wings and feathers!"
Oh.
OH.
You sputter, eyebrows raising up, "I'm sorry, I thought you were-" She laughed, and by now the both of you were warm on the cheeks.
"I really apologize for the misunderstanding, this was my mistake." She picks out the books, whining at the damage the ink did, "So much for being a librarian keeping these clean."
“You’re a librarian?” You ask, quickly helping her carry the books and not minding the ink staining your clothes (for now at least) “Part-time! I- uh.. needed to repay the school because I knocked over some things…just like now..” She chuckles a bit before sighing, “My arms and hands are attached to my wings and they’re a bit too large so mistakes happen all the time…It doesn’t help I’m clumsy and stumble around a lot”
You felt bad for her, you were a normal human with no blood relating to other creatures and species you’ve met and encountered all over town, and you couldn’t imagine how much damage her wings have accidentally caused.
She seemed to notice your frown as she perked up, trying to cheer you up, “It’s no worries though! That’s one of the lives of a Harpy, had I not gotten some help from my uncle, it would be a little more difficult for me.”
“Your uncle?” “Oh, it’s Professor Merlin, the head of the English Literature department at this college.”
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head and the harpy beside you grinned, “Familiar?”
“Very familiar.” You couldn’t even fathom that she was related to such a strict-looking professor. Professor Merlin was harsh with his criticism and was even scarier during projects and finals, and this librarian beside you was his niece?
“He’s aware that I’m clumsy and he helped me a lot, he’s a good man..” Her eyes widened and she turned her head to you easily, a habit you’ve seen Owl Harpies do, “I never introduced myself to you. I’m Athena!” She puts the books onto the shelves before going to offer her clawed hand only for her to hesitate. She stared at you with uncertainty, as if she was scared of what you’d think.
You put your hand out for her to take and in a glimpse of hope, you realized that you’ve grown more comfortable with her than with your other classmates whom you never let touch you, “Y/N.”
“Meow.” The both of you turned to the three cats (one of which was the gray cat you saw napping earlier) sitting and staring the moment in front of them, Athena groans, “You three again!”
You watch her bicker with the cats as they paw at her wings and laugh.
While the loneliness left you submerged in the dark sea, you hope that this new and developing friendship with Athena would help that go away.
Gods, you hope.
#pheww#-pats my own back-#i had writer's block trying to figure this out#not really my favorite but she cute ngl#i've made a whole moodboard for her HAHA#i would like to write more for her in the future because this seems like wasted potential#and maybe even professor merlin if i get asks/requests about him!#so sorry for the wait anon hope you like it!#monster boyfriend#monster girlfriend#monster love#exophilia#monster lover#monster romance#terato#monster boyfriend x reader#monster#monster x reader#x reader#monster girlfriend x reader#athena the owl harpy#athena the owl harpy librarian#harpy#monster x human#monster girl#boringblacklight#tranquilo#tranquilo's antique shop and apothecary#fluff#gn reader
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tim character animation practice! this took a lot longer than it shouldve
when first getting back into marble hornets last month a huge inspiration was the lovely @sickhoondr and their style of drawing the characters, so a huge thank you for the fantastic art 🐟 💙 and making me want to make these silly moving pictures
hopefully i can make more of these but this took a while HAHA
Here's some different versions and progress for anyone thats curious:
from storyboards to final, i hope you guys enjoy the little animation haha. more to come, so as always stay tuned
#marble hornets#tim wright#animation#tim sutton#mh#mh tim#slenderverse#hey jay sorry about the anon ask i sent you like a month ago when i was shy asking to use your art as insp for animation stuff#it was for this HAHA#it took so long and debated tagging you still but thought id do so anyways since the insp was big#cant wait to see more and hope i can make more <3#myst draws#myst animates#also ignore the background its kinda meh SJHDNCHJSD i fuckig hate backgroundsss but i wanted him to be somewhere
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mingyu angst / smut recs please 🥺🥺🥺
- 🤸🏻♂️
Mingyu angst anon? MINGYU ANGST!!
I'm so sorry this took so fucking long I am: [a terrible person]
My recs (sorry, there's not really any angst in these 😭):
this is kinda soft!dom but also mean!gyu by @kaespas and bro... it's so good. In my opinion no one does mean!svt (mean!txt too like??) quite like kaespas does. I eat their stuff up potato chips...
The very first night: i can’t read this yet BECAUSE IM WRITING A GYU EX FIC that i started last christmas and it’s ALSO a six month gap 😭 so I have to stay uninfluenced and away from this story until I’m done with it but I mean come on exes to lovers with kim mingyu? And let’s be so real 2k notes speaks for itself
A wolf in sheep's clothing by @rubyreduji: whatttttt is this another JJ fic rec from brie?? That’s crazzzzyyyyy I’m not a sub!svt conisseir BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD. Like. JUST GO READ IT.
The Real Thing by @gguksgalaxy: do you like somnophilia? :) I DO and this is baby somnophilia *hearts*
"is this everything you dreamed of?" by @8loveletters: look, it's pretty dubby. And I: [love dubcon] BUT ITS REALLY GOOD mutual pining type shit!
him or me? by @wwtneosay: in the wise words of Yeongtae: toxic, toxic, toxic but who doesn't want to read gyu getting jealous and fucking y/n like be so for real
to the brim by @toruro: you asked for mingyu smut. AND MIKA DELIVERED. if you want husband!mingyu with a breeding kink? Here you go 🤭
Excuse Me by @smileysuh: SOULMATE AUS ARE MY FAVORITE THINGS ON THE PLANET EARTH PLEASE GOD READ THIS IT'S SO GOOD (ITS JUST FLUFF WHICH YOU DIDN'T ASK FOR BUT STILL)
#mingyu recs#i’m sorry your honor? can you repeat the question#oh in that case yes#i did read these just for the rec#SOME OF WHICH SECONDS BEFORE POSTING THE REC#and if that is illegal? ARREST ME#i was very selective on what I read so it’s still a good rec list ✋#I’m so sorry for that wait#like so very seriously honestly sorry it took me so long#i really hope it was worth the wait 😕#b: 🤸♂️ anon#also i’m a classic self-sabator so 🫡
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You should draw even more midoyuzu actually trust me i'm a doctor
more midoyuzu but you didnt say what kind. transgender lesbian beams your idols
#THIS IS A REALLY OLD ASK FROM LIKE MAY IM SO SORRY DJGSKJDKJGDS#duck scribbles#doodles#anyways theyre both trans girls here because i said so#been trying to do femstars week doodles for myself since sunday i am not posting the rest tho o7#enstars#midoyuzu#yuzumido#asks#rqs#anonymous#to very few reqs left in my inbox i am very sorry for the wait but i DO see you im just trying to rack my brain for a specific idea#that or not in the right mind to draw it just yet my bad o1#and to that one anon from a bit more recently ill maybe repost the doodle once i have a few others to lump it in w in a doodle dump 👍#hope thats alright w you!#i wrote a very short fic based off of this doodle too actually but that is also staying in my notes app its. embarrassing#yuzuru fushimi#midori takamine
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i feel like you are one of the only people ive seen that doesnt immediately believe gon fell in love with killua in the hunter exam arc. i feel like it's dismissive of his character, it bothers me. what are your thoughts?
Hi! Sorry for taking so long answering! I wanted to write a good answer to this because I do actually have a lot of thoughts about it, so thank you for the ask! This ended up really long and as more of an analysis on their relationship in general… I want to preface this by saying that everything in this post is simply my interpretation of the characters, and that it’s only one interpretation of many. Just because how someone else interprets their relationship is different from mine doesn’t mean I think they’re wrong, it just means we see them differently! If you read this post, I hope you are able to see my point of view!
Although Killugon is one of my favourite ships ever, introducing romantic feelings so early into their dynamic makes their relationship feel less meaningful to me. I think that their friendship is more narratively important than their romance — and I think that both of them would be okay with the other not returning their feelings because being together is more important to them than being together romantically.
One of the things that makes their relationship so special is their friendship!! Their friendship is the foundation of their relationship, and the romance exists on top of it, not before it. Although I don’t think that romantic feelings would necessarily change their motivations and actions, I do think that it would alter how the audience would perceive them! And when we look at their actions through a romantic lens, it changes how we view their motivations.
For example, to me, the reason Killua approached Gon at the beginning of the Hunter Exam and wanted to become friends with him isn’t because he had a crush on him at first sight, but because he wants to have a friend his age and to feel like a kid. Even if it’s that he developed a crush on him later in the exam, I think that the idea of him already having been attracted to Gon or even in love with him during the Hunter Exam takes away from the importance of friendship to Killua, since the climax of Killua’s character in this arc is when he declares that he just wants to be friends with Gon when he feels like he can’t even have that.
I don’t think Killua really thought that anyone would be willing to confront his family for him because that’s literally an insane thing to do?? But Gon did it!! And I think that Gon being that insane and willing to risk his life for Killua is what really dragged him out of the darkness and gave him the devotion to be insane right back at him.
On the other hand, with Gon, I feel like, when viewed through a romantic lens, his motivation during the Zoldyck Family Arc typically becomes that he’s going after Killua because he’s already developed feelings for him in the Hunter Exam Arc, which as you may have guessed, I don’t agree with. To me, that was something he’d have done for any of his friends — if Kurapika or Leorio suddenly started acting strangely and had run off when it seemed clear to Gon that they didn’t want to leave, I think he’d have chased after them, too.
We know that Gon is the type of person who would even risk his life to try to save someone he barely knows (if he likes them), like on the boat on the way to the Hunter Exam! And if I’m being completely honest, I don’t think Killua was even a particularly special friend to Gon until partway through Heaven’s Arena… If Killua hadn’t followed him and they didn’t speak ever again, Killua would’ve just been someone cool that he’d met and that he would no longer think about, and I definitely don’t think he had any romantic feelings for him by then.
That’s not to say that Killua wasn’t someone he considered a friend, just that I think that, at the time, to Gon, it was like when you make a friend at summer camp and then you lose contact as soon as you part ways. And while to Killua, Gon’s actions during Zoldyck Family Arc gave him this unpayable debt and made Killua extremely devoted to Gon, I don’t think it meant that much to Gon because again, I think this is something that he’d have done for any of his friends. However, by the end of Heaven’s Arena, I do think Killua has become someone who is special to Gon — on Whale Island, Gon tells Killua that he’s his first friend his age, and more than that, he’s someone that he wants to stay with.
In that same scene, they tell each other that they’re their first friend (their age). To me, this is something that informs so much of their dynamic — they don’t know what being friends with someone “normally” looks like, which is part of why they’re so insane!! And because of this, it’s important to me that there is at least a small period of time before this where that’s all they were — friends, no romantic feelings involved.
Their insanity extends to romance, but is not because of it — their friendship is the most important part of their relationship. This is why even during the needle scene, where I feel like I can say that I definitely think that Killua has feelings for Gon at this point (his reactions during the “it has to be Killua scene,” the “Gon, you are light scene,” etc.), the emphasis is on how Gon is precious to him because he’s his friend, even though he is probably in love with him.
That friendship foundation is so important to how I see Gon and Killua and honestly, beyond the whole “viewing their actions through a romantic lens changes how we perceive them” thing, I just… don’t see either of them as being in love by the end of the Hunter Exam! These reasons are why it’s important to how I interpret their characters for there to be a period of time where their feelings are purely platonic.
Also, as an add-on, personally, I think that there’s a chance that Gon doesn’t return Killua’s feelings in canon even at their separation since nothing that he’s done, said, or thought has felt as explicitly romantic in nature as Killua. BUT I really like the idea of Gon pining for Killua on Whale Island during their separation, haha. The earliest I can conceive of when Gon starts developing feelings for Killua is Greed Island and a lot of it has to do with the shift in their dynamic — it’s when Gon starts really saying things to demonstrate his appreciation of Killua!!
HOWEVER, that doesn’t mean I perceive his actions as romantic in nature from his perspective. For example, while “it has to be Killua” is a romantic line, I don’t think Gon said it with romantic intent (nor that he’d be aware of them yet if he did have them)! I think that that was more for Killua, as well as planting the seeds in the reader’s mind for their romance, rather than a confession from Gon. Plus, imagine if he’d confessed his feelings for Killua to TSEZGUERRA instead of Killua when Killua is RIGHT THERE…
The other reason why Greed Island is the time where I think Gon is most likely to have developed feelings for Killua is because I really don’t think he was focusing on Killua in the same way in Chimera Ant Arc and it’d be a strange point in their relationship for romantic feelings to develop to me… I can’t imagine any of the moments in Chimera Ant Arc as being one where Gon would have developed feelings for Killua, or where he would have realized them. I like the idea that his realization happens sometime either during or after the separation the most!
On the other hand, I think that Killua probably had feelings for Gon by the start of Greed Island and realized them either during the dodgeball match or the “Gon, you are light” scene because they had the most romantic undertones to me from Killua’s side :) and I think that Killua could have developed them at any point after the Zoldyck Family Arc.
I think that the way that their relationship develops is so beautiful and subtle that the romance ultimately feels very ambiguous. I don’t think that there is one specific point where we can say that either of them developed or realized any romantic feelings for each other definitively, and I don’t think there are any ideas that are necessarily wrong about when either happened, just ones that don’t align with each other! There are only different interpretations and ones that don’t align with each other and this post is only representative of my personal interpretation :) I hope this answered your question, Anon! And thank you to anyone who was willing to read the entirety of this post. It ended up much, much longer (and perhaps, much, much, more off-topic from the original question) than I expected, haha!
#ask#hunter x hunter#hxh#killugon#analysis#long post#i’m so sorry anon... this is like 1500 words... i hope this was worth the wait...?#also anon. I’m wondering what made you think i don’t think gon fell in love with killua at the hunter exam#like you’re right ofc but what made you clock me? was it the unrequited fic
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So I don’t know if you write for steve or not but if you do, could you do a steve x sick reader please? I have the flu and I’m dying
i’ve never written for anyone but eddie so i hope i do steve justice!!! thank you for the request, anon, i hope you feel better soon!!
“anything funny, just… the dumbest comedies you can find…”
“…’dumbest comedies?’”
“don’t question my needs, harrington, i just gotta numb my brain out… oh, speaking of, can you pick up some tylenol on your way?”
“that i can do. might have to ask robin about the comedies… what exactly counts as, ‘dumb comedy?’”
“i dunno, like… howard the duck, toxic avenger…”
“…those are comedies??”
“steve!”
“okay okay okay! i got this, i got this. hang tight, i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”
you hang up the phone and cover your face with the crook of your arm, spread out in your bed. despite your discomfort, you couldn’t help the grin — steve always had that effect on you. he’d called to check in on you, see if he could bring you anything after his shift at family video, and aside from your other requests, really all you needed was him to rub your back. maybe pet your hair a little.
the thought of it was enough to lull you to sleep, as the next thing you knew it felt like you were waking into a heavy dream, that familiar weight at your back scritching comfortable spirals against your spine to get you to wake up.
“steeeeve,” you whine, and his response is a soft breath of laughter.
“got that right,” he murmurs, and then you hear the sound of a plastic bag rustling, rattling of tapes in their cases, followed by soft footsteps padding around your carpet as steve heads to your little vcr tv.
in no time at all he’s got airplane! playing on the screen, before heading out of your room for a few minutes and returning with a large glass of water and meds cupped in the other hand. he sets it all down on your bedside, and then coming to your side he kisses your forehead, tucking hair over your ear.
“think you can sit up for me?”
your response is a tired whine, to which steve just chuckles before kissing you again. he aids your slow movements in shifting up and leaning back against the headboard, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders and pulling another over your legs. rather than watch the movie, you just smile softly and watch him.
his face is set with determination, a light pucker of focus at his lips as he ensures your comfort before picking the water and medicine back up, handing you the meds first and then the glass of water once they’re in your mouth. he grins when you wash it all down and take some extra sips.
“there ya go! robin said this was the good shit, so. get ready to feel… y’know. not sick. hopefully.”
“can’t wait,” you murmur weakly with a thumbs up. steve breathes a chuckles and strokes your hair before turning and picking his things up as though he’s getting ready to leave. you pout.
“steve,” you mewl with nasally insistence. he turns with a raised brow. you pout harder, holding your blankets open in silent invitation. at the sight he grins and shakes his head a little, like he can’t believe how cute and sweet you are. he comes to you with another kiss to your cheek.
“thought i was just gonna leave you like this? no way. i’m making you soup and crackers, and we’re watching dumb comedies all day. i’ll be right back. promise.”
he picks his things up again, procures a can of your favorite soup from the bag, and then heads out of your room for a short while.
and he keeps his promise, of course. he nestles into your blanket cocoon beside you, holding you into his side as you slurp your hot soup and watch the small screen with heavy eyes. he has to act fast at one point to catch the empty bowl as it begins to slide from your fingers, setting it aside before leaning forward a bit to check your face.
you’re passed out against his chest with the most serene expression, snoring gently with your lips cracked open, cheek pressed into him. steve slides down a bit to lay you back, holding you against him all the while and tucking his warm smile into your hair, slowly dozing off with you.
#i’m so sorry this took me a bit and it’s so short i’ve been in such a brain funk the last few days!!!!!!#i hope this is okay anon and thank you for waiting!!!!!!#and for the request!!!!#might be the one and only time i write steve i feel like i’m just in eddie mode the whole time and steve’s personality doesn’t make it thru😞#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington ficlet#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington sickfic#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#mine
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Hey I know nothing about steam powered giraffe but ur mechs Ben diagram post intrigued me, could u explain it pls?
GENERAL INTRODUCTION
Steam Powered Giraffe is a wonderful musical act with elements of comedy, pantomime and puppetry (shout out to GG the Giraffe).
Created in 1896 by Peter A. Walter I, the band consists of The Spine (David Michael Bennet), Rabbit (Isabella "Bunny" Bennet) and Zer0 (Bryan Barbarin).
Former members are Upgrade (Erin Burke) [from 2008 to 2011], The Jon (Jonathan Sprague) [from 2008 to 2012] and Hatchworth (Sam Luke) [from 2011 to 2016, although he 'became' a robot only after The Jon's departure].
RELEASED ALBUMS
please note that spg's style varies from album to album and sometimes even from song to song, so every new tune is a new adventure ;]
Album One - the first one, most old-timey in vibe. with that one song you might have heard. there's also a 2011 version of it without upgrade, but with Ice-Cream Man
The 2¢ Show - second album filled with train trips, cowboys, airplanes and this other song you might have heard (insect edition)
MK III - third album, with songs letting us know more about robots themselves (my personal favourite)
The Vice Quadrant part 1 and part 2 - fourth album, 2h space opera and a masterpiece, happening in two parallel universes. even most devoted fans have to check out the timeline sometimes to remember what's going on
Quintessential - fifth album with individual songs and the dnd anthem ever
1896 - sixth (and the newest!) album with absolute bops and foreshadowing for the new album. also, a song about a band sang by a band of people playing the robot band. bandception.
The Seventh - an upcoming album. all we have now is this trailer.
Bonus music
Music from SteamWorld Heist - new space-pirate themed songs and covers of older, popular tunes made for the SteamWorld Heist game. definitely deserves more recognition
covers and stand-alone songs not included on any of the albums
STUFF WORTH CHECKING OUT IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE
general info about the band/members
lore about creation of the band + timelines of both their fourth album "the vice quadrant" and the band itself
spg comics (now also on webtoon!)
@owlhari's youtube channel, with really fun early-performance compilations and more recent videos discussing lore, theories and the band itself
obviously the youtube channel of the band itself (if you dig around a bit you can find some pretty cool videos, such as these ones)
not to self-advertise, but spg community on tumblr is pretty neat. i've met wonderful people there and also found out that colonel walter ate dog food, so it's worth it to visit our tag sometime, i guess ;3
#the post is open so feel free to add something if you feel like it!#sorry it took me so long anon but my app glitched so i had to wait until i could get my laptop#not adding 'fandom' wiki becaus of stuff they do with ai and monertisation. hope it doesnt make stuff harder#ALSO JUST FOUND OUT GG IS A TUMBLRINA??#sorry the post is long i got too excited#long post#spg#ask#anon ask#anon#spg lore
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