♤ Summary: Just some headcanons about this little trio and the things they get up to with Kirby's old Polaroid camera.
♤ Warning: Gator x oc x oc, ot3 oc pairing, trans oc, Kirby uses he/him pronouns, masturbation, mentions of sex, poly relationship.
♤ A/N: heyooooo @jozstankovich lookkyy hereeee! (I may or may not have added some stuff at the end! Thanks to your idea about the risqué pics from Win!!! Hehehe!) Enjoy! Oh and! @thecreelhouse i hope it's okay to tag you too!
Okay so basically, i feel like they would all have like, certain feelings about having their pictures taken. And like most people it's either serious and chill or goofy and silly.
Like Gator 100% takes those douchy lookin pics, especially selfies. But if Kirby or Win catch him right and just go "say cheese" he will legit take the prettiest pictures with his genuine pretty smile. Because no matter how he acts sometimes that boy is so beautiful and photogenic.
And Win either poses all cute, and sweet and looks like an angel. Or they get her looking like a feral little goblin doing some silly shit. There literally is no in-between and her boys love it that way.
And Kirby. Sweet sweet Kirby. Has three settings. He either cheeses it up nice and good. Smiles all dorky and weird. Or he has no fucking smile at all. Sometimes because he's being silly, sometimes because he wants to rip the camera or phone out of the person's hand and just trash it.
Cuz he's got issues with self image still and sometimes he hates having his picture taken. But when he's goofin the serious bits, the others love it!!
And then the third setting he has, is them catching him laughing and just his genuine bright smile. And he tends to cover it a lot because he's sensitive about his little crooked teeth but some days they catch him at just the right moment and they capture that bright ass smile just right and they both just fucking swoon.
And Win and Kirby are the ones that probably start collecting the pictures. Cuz Win finds Kirby's old Polaroid camera and starts takin pics and he pins them up on the fridge. But then it's covered. So he starts pinning them to his bulletin board. And then THAT gets full. So he starts just putting them on his wall in his bedroom and lets Win and Gator add to it and do whatever they want.
And eventually the whole wall is full of just happy silly stupid moments they've had. And they all love looking at it and adding to it and sometimes taking things down when they need more room for new things.
Gator sneaks a lot of pictues down. Takes them home and hides them under his bed in a shoebox before he gets away from Roy. To have some nice things at his house.
There's a whole little section of Win and her cooking mishaps. And a section of Kirby out working on cars because Win's thirst for him when he's out there is insatiable, and she's dragged Gator into it now too, so it's getting out of hand.
And Kirby loves taking pictures of the other two sleeping. Especially Gator. But he adores Win so much that he loves taking pics of her when she's doing anything and not paying attention to him. There's lots of her reading, or working on her music. Cuz she gets a little crease between her eyebrows and sticks her tongue out in concentration and he LOVES it.
There's tons of Gator sleeping cuz he looks soft, and happy, and relaxed when he's with Kirby and Win so Kirby just... keeps taking pictues of it.
So Kirby's house, and probably Win's as well, i imagine it bleeding out of Kirby's house out into the other's. Win's more so at first. But once Gator gets his own place he has a wall of his own. Some of his are more risqué pics of them all. But he has literally no shame and Win and Kirby fucking love him for it.
Just... all three of them having walls covered in the others and their love. 🧡
And Win 100% would send more risqué pics when she knows the others are busy. Just to get them all flustered on purpose. It would be so much worse for Gator though. Cuz his job is actually around others. Kirby literally works from home. And the amount of times he sends back,
"I understand your intentions but if you think I don't receive these and just straight up go inside and rub one out, you're out of your tiny little mind. I am immune to your childish antics!!! Mwahahahhaha!"
Meanwhile Gator is at work in his cruiser squirming and flustered and bothered and they're talking in the group chat so he saw Kirby's answer too and it's NOT HELPING!!!
So Gator sneaks off, either hides in the bathroom at work and jerks off, whining into his arm, biting into his bicep when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket cuz he knows they're bothing commenting on how they know exactly what he's doing.
Sometimes he sneaks off in his prowler and drives way way out into the middle of nowhere and does it there instead. So he can be as loud as he wants. Sometimes Win and Kirby call him and just listen to him fall apart on the phone. Encouraging him and telling him how good he's doing.
Kirby 100% is also touching himself, but Win only can if she's not around people at work. So she sneaks off sometimes too, into the bathroom, and shoves her hand down her pants and whines into her arm too. But sometimes she can't and her plan totally fucking backfires and she ends up all hot and needy.
But it's okay cuz she knows Kirby and Gator will take good care of her when she gets home. And they do. Multiple times. Kirby always so smug like,
"You see what happens when you play games? You get horny. And Gator gets horny. And I'm the only one who can get off without incident." He says all this while snuggling into her naked back of course. And Gator snorts and is like,
"Without incident. Like we don't know you've fallen in the fucking shower getting off and nearly given yourself a concussion." He's shaking his head but he reaches over, across Win where she's pulled against his chest, and grabs at Kirby's waist, making him squirm. Kirby bites at his arm and is like,
"Worth it." And cuddles even closer, pressing kisses to Win's shoulder before gently sinking his teeth in, making her squirm. And she reaches behind her, wraps her arm around Kirby as best she can to pull him closer til he's grinding his hips against her, hums into Gator's chest and says,
"Totally worth it." All dreamy and cute as they fall alseep all tangled together.
Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?
Both and both lol. Usually if they're in a hurry they'll shower separately, but we've already determined that Kirby always comes home dirty and loves being washed and washing his loved ones in return. I feel like it might be hard to fit all three of them in a bath or shower at the same time, unless they eventually build an oversized shower & get a super large bathtub.
As for baths, that would probably be for after a stressful day or for special occasions. I feel like none of them have the patience for a soak every day. And Kirby definitely initiates the bubble fights.
Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?
Kirby talks the most, followed by Win, and then Gator. I feel like when Kirbs is high, they're more likely to stand silence rather than when they're sober lol.
Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?
They're all pretty much night owls, though Win will stay up the latest easily. Usually she'll still be watching a movie in bed while the guys snuggle around her.
Kirby is probably the most likely to wake up first to make breakfast for everyone. Gator only wakes up early if he has a morning shift, and Win will sleep most of the day away if she can help it. The other two have to make her wake up and she's usually pretty crabby for a while afterwards.
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Oddest place they’d have sex?
Kirby's garage, Gator's patrol car, the bathroom at the diner, and the back room at Frankie's Tavern. Win very much is into public/semi-public sex. If she's in the mood, she'll drag Gator or Kirby somewhere to do the do.
First to orgasm? Last to orgasm? Who comes the most? Does someone ever end up unfinished?
First of all, I'd say it's probably almost pretty rare than any of them go unfinished, but in that case, it'd probably be Kirby because he's such a giver and doesn't always think of himself. The others would definitely offer, though.
I feel like it's usually Win cumming first, then Gator, then Kirby, or Kirby then Gator.
Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?
Usually lights off, mostly for atmosphere. Definitely lots of eye contact, unless it gets too intense or overwhelming and their eyes screw shut ;p
If anyone were to be embarrassed, it'd probably be Kirby? I feel like he's pretty secure in his body (correct me if I'm wrong!), but like we talked about especially at first, they're only comfortable with Win going down on them and need to work up to that with Gator.
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1. Who cooks?
I think they would take turns. And whoever is home first would probably always have something ready when the other gets home.
10. Any pets? Plants?
If taken in raccoons count as pets. Then they have those from time to time till they can take them to a rescue. Kirby has definite cat vibes. So i think he takes on strays as well. And he does have house plants too! Regular ones and pot ones. 🤣🤣
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11. Favorite romantic gestures during sex/orgasm?
Baron's favorite thing is eating Kirby out and if he's not holding their thighs open he's holding Kirby's hands while he does it. Sometimes he just lets Kirby's thighs squeeze his head while they squirm, their fingers laced together as Kirby comes apart for him.
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4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?
I think Kirby definitely fixes most of them. But it might depend on the house? If it's his house he definitely fixes it cuz "there's a knack too it i got it!!" But i do think he would team up with both the others as well. I feel like him and Win would work well together in fixing things. But with them and Gator it could go either way. Like sometimes they 100% argue while they fix things cuz Gator won't fucking listen. But sometimes Win comes home and finds Kirby on Gator's shoulders, Gator holding his legs, as Kirby reaching up to whatever needs fixing and getting it sorted.
14. Who is the highest maintenance? Do the others mind?
Gator 100% is the highest maintenance of the three. I think Win comes after him. And then Kirby. But i don't think any of them would really mind either way. Though Win and Kirby definitely tease Gator about it from time to time, especially when they're running late and he's STILL not ready.
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3. Any kinks they clash on?
The only thing i can really think of is that if Win and Gator enjoy rough stuff he'd kind of step out and let them have fun on their own. A little bit of rough stuff is fine, but anything more than like, being held down, they really don't enjoy. Definitely no hitting of any kind. Growing up in the places be did really just makes him uncomfortable with it.
4. Oddest places they've had sex?
I feel like for Kirby and Win it's probably out in his garage, cuz we know she cannot keep her hands off him when he's messy and dirty from work. If its all of them, i wouldn't even know??? But I'd guess maybe in the bed of Gator's truck somewhere. Maybe after the fair that night we talked about! Pulled off onto a dark field somewhere on a backroad.
9. Quickest turn ons? Immediately turn offs?
Kirby being dirty i think would do it for both Win and Gator. They fucking just, pounce on him when he's done after work.
Gator being efficient, like him being good at shooting, like if they go to the shooting range. And his over all efficiency with things. And how smart and observatant he can be. He's not overly vocal about it i don't think, but he sees things and will act accordingly and i think those actions in response to problems would really make Kirby and Win feel seen and loved by him and make them feel a bit feral.
With Win i think her boys seeing her play with her band would make them absolutely feral. Gator likes watching her drive her beautiful fucking car. And Kirby for some inexplicable reason loves watching her bartend. Loves the way she moves so fluidly behind the bar when she's moving and mixing drinks.
And i think on another level, when they're all high and cozy and feeling safe at home, that saftey and warmth that none of them have really felt before, kind of makes them all feel fuzzy and needy sometimes.
Kirbys turn offs are really just the hitting or violence. I honestly think Gator would only like roughness every now and then, and maybe wouldn't even like being the person doing the roughness. Unless he had a bad day maybe and just needed to get some stress out. I'm not sure about Win, i feel like she could go so many different ways. And it would really depend on her mood.
12. How are their afterglows?
I think they're very aligned in this and all get super sleepy and cuddly. Gator maybe the least cuddly, especially if it's just a quicky, but if its bedtime sex then its all cuddles all night. They just turn into a tangle of limbs and fall alseep.
Oh! And Kirby laughs a lot after sex i know that. Especially if its really good. Like the first time Gator makes Kirby cum he thinks he did something wrong cuz Kirby just starts laughing. But its good laughter. Just genuine happiness and bliss bubbling out of him.
13. Who's loud? Who's quiet? Does anyone try to make the other louder/quieter? How?
Kirby's pretty quiet. Whimpers a lot. Little breathy laughs and sighs. I think Win and Gator would BOTH try and get them to be louder, probably by teaming up and doing all the things they know he likes. It works every now and then but he generally just starts whispering "fuck fuck fuck fuck" and other curse at them. In the rare cases he IS being too loud, putting something in his mouth shuts him up, usually a couple of fingers does the trick.
I think Win can be quite when she needs be but is naturally pretty vocal. Anytime Kirby uses their mouth on her though she has trouble staying quiet. A skill he teaches Gator. I think keeping her quiet would just be shoving a hand over her mouth, which i think would actually make her enjoy it more so its like, double edged sword type deal.
I think Gator forces himself to be quiet. Especially since he lived at home for so long and there was always SOMEONE around. So he had to be quiet. But i think with enough encouragement from Win and Kirby he would get louder for them. Especially if the encouragement was sweet words and gentle touches. He'd go a bit feral for it i think. For them. Both of them. As for keeping him quiet. I reallllyyy enjoyed the whole panties in his mouth thing you wrote!!! Thats definitely top notch silencing. I think Kirby would use their fingers in his mouth. Or just kiss him breathless when he's being loud until Gator is just whining into his mouth until he's finished.
Aaahhhhh i hope this is okay im not... i didnt wa a pressume about Win's wants and likes in the bedroom so i feel like i didn't write enough for her but i tried!!!!! 💖💖💖💖
Gator Tillman ✗ Win Lewis (oc) ✗ Kirby Rivers (oc)
✗ wc. 2.5k words
✗ warning(s)/tags. oc / oc / canon pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him & they/them, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, minor violence, transphobia/intentional misgendering, poly relationship intro
✗ a/n. for my lovely @babydollbaron & their oc, Kirby 🥺💚
When Win finds out about the girl that outed Kirby to the whole town, she lets her anger get the best of her, and the three end up drunk and high and have an important relationship defining moment.
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Win happened to glance up from the bar when the door opened, Gator striding in with Kirby at his heels and her mood lifted instantly.
“Hey, there’s my favourite guys!” she called, grinning as Gator leaned across the bartop to steal a kiss while Kirby hung back, climbing atop a vacant barstool nearby, his gaze carefully averted like usual when PDA became involved.
“What are you two up to?” Win asked, already reaching for an empty pint glass and filling it with Gator’s draft of choice.
“Knew you were gettin’ off soon and couldn’t wait any longer to see ya,” Gator drawled, winking at her as he accepted his beer.
“Uh huh,” Win murmured doubtfully. “You just wanted a free drink.”
“I can’t believe you’d think that!” he gasped and Kirby let out an amused snort.
Win laughed as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the bottle of whiskey behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah, I still love you though,” she teased before turning her attention on Kirby. “I hope you, at least, are here to see me,” she chuckled, flashing him a playful grin.
She could tell he was uncomfortable, their eyes darting around the half crowded room as they fidgeting in their seat, uncharacteristically quiet.
Win couldn’t think of a time she’d ever seen her friend so subdued, not even when he was high, not like this.
At her words, however, Kirby huffed a laugh and rubbed the side of his nose before leaning atop the bar conspiratorially, a grin tugging at his lips. “Well, let’s just say I’m not here for the drinks,” he joked, sharing Win’s smile.
“See, at least Kirbs has their priorities straight,” she taunted, giving Gator a wry look before turning back to Kirby. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it weak,” she assured him as she mixed a whiskey cola.
“You’re an angel, Winnie!” they exclaimed, once more quieting as they brought the glass to their lips, his eyes darting around the room as their shoulders hunched.
Win frowned, following Kirby’s gaze and she noticed Gator tense, his own gaze turning sharp as he peered in the direction Kirby was, silently searching for trouble before his eyes met hers for a moment, speaking volumes. They both knew why Kirby didn’t go out much.
“Hey Lewis, you’re free to go,” Frankie, the owner, grunted as he rounded the bar to take her place and she nodded, untying the small black apron around her waist.
“Thanks Franks, can you mix me one?” she asked, joining Gator and Kirby on the other side of the bar.
“Comin’ right up.”
Frankie poured her the same drink she’d just made for Kirby, but considerably stronger. “There y’go, darlin’,” he said, sliding the glass atop the bar to her before heading away to see to another customer.
Win took a sip and sighed, finally relaxing. “That’s more like it,” she murmured, leaning against Gator’s side.
“So, what’re the plans for tonight, fellas?” she asked, waiting for Kirby to respond. Instead they let out a sharp gasp, followed by a groan as they shrank in on themself, their head snapping back to the bar top.
“Actually, can we maybe, kinda, get outta here?” they asked in a hushed voice, forcing a humourless laugh as they checked over their shoulder once more and ducking back down.
Gator’s eyes scanned the room to see who Kirby’d been looking at while Win frowned, setting her glass down.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, leaning in closer, her hand coming to rest against Kirby’s hunched back, rubbing soothing circles.
Kirby grimaced and shook his head. “Nothing! Nothing, I’m just, uh– I just wanna get this fun evening started, that’s all!” he exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful.
“Oh no, I know that tone,” Win said, not budging. “Who do I need to fight?”
Kirby looked down at the half empty glass in their hands and let out a long breath before nodding toward a girl at the other end of the bar chatting up some guy.
“So, that girl, she and I had a thing, or I thought we could,” he murmured, his voice hushed. “She was really into me, we started making out, but she uh, got a little too handsy before I could explain the whole no penis thing—“
They shrugged, rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly. “She freaked out, turned into a massive bitch about it and basically told the whole town I’m a freak,” he explained, keeping his eyes carefully on the bar top, his face heating with embarrassment.
“So there, now you know—“
Before Kirby could say another word, Win threw back the rest of her drink and stalked off with purpose, squaring her shoulders as she made her way to the other end of the bar, red filling her vision. Striding up to the girl Kirby’d pointed out, she stepped between her and the guy she was in the middle of talking to, cutting them off.
“Hey—!”
“You the one that outed my friend to the whole town?” Win asked, ignoring the girl’s outburst, her jaw flexing.
“What?” she asked, confused, til she glanced past Win to see Kirby sitting at the bar and trying to shrink into their seat as much as possible. “Oh, you mean that freak that pretends to be a guy to trick women?” she scoffed. “Yeah, I had to warn the other girls in town, so they wouldn’t fall for her sick tricks,” she sneered.
Win merely flashed her a tight smile, her anger boiling to the surface before she closed her hand into a fist and decked the other woman straight in the nose.
“Oh shit,” Gator hissed, jumping up from his stool.
“You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”
“You’re lucky that’s all I broke,” Win spat, feeling Gator’s arms circle around her, lifting her easily to drag her away, still spewing a colourful string of expletives.
“C’mon, let’s go,” Gator said, catching the collar of Kirby’s shirt as he passed, pulling him toward the door as Win struggled in his grasp. Once outside, he hustled both of them into his truck despite Win’s protests, Kirby crawling into the cramped backseat as Gator pulled out of the parking lot.
A tense silence fell over the truck as Win stewed, slowly calming down when Kirby finally broke the silence, taking a deep breath and huffing a laugh, their lips stretching wide.
“That was so fuckin’ hot!”
The words hung in the air for a moment before they all began to laugh, Kirby’s amusement infectious.
“The look on her face was priceless!” he exclaimed, wiping at the tears that had gathered in their eyes from laughing so hard.
“You’re such a little spitfire,” Gator chuckled, looking over at Win before glancing back at Kirby, his grin lingering for a moment before tearing his eyes away and back to the road.
“I couldn’t help it! I couldn’t just let her get away with that!” Win cried, the aftershocks of her laughter still clutching her.
“C’mon, let’s get our drink on, firecracker,” Gator snorted as he parked in her driveway.
“You got any of that good grass with you, Kirbs?” Win asked, craning in her seat to look back at them.
“Why yes, madam, I do,” he replied, ducking his head to hide a grin as he slipped out the back seat.
It wasn’t long before the three of them were high and drunk and lounging together on the couch, Win growing more affectionate with each drink she finished, pulling Gator’s arms around her and leaning her head on Kirby’s shoulder.
“Hey, seriously though, Winnie, I wanted to thank you,” Kirby said, rubbing at his heavy lidded, bloodshot eyes. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that before. It really means a lot, though—“ they let out a huff and ran their fingers through their mess of bleached hair. “I’m afraid your reputation may have just gotten worse,” they added wryly, their lips twisting apologetically.
Win shrugged, waving the thought away. “That girl was a bitch,” she grunted, setting her empty glass down on the coffee table. “Besides, she clearly doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
Kirby lifted an eyebrow at her. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” he chuckled awkwardly and Win pouted in response.
“Well, you’re super sweet for one, and two, you’re attractive as hell—“ she said, her words slurring slightly.
“Tell us how ya really feel, why don’tcha,” Gator snorted and Win swiveled to fix him with a pointed look. “You know how attracted to you I am,” she huffed, poking her boyfriend in the side. “Am I not allowed to find Kirby sexy too?”
“Sexy?” Kirby repeated incredulously, sitting up straighter, their eyes darting to Gator and away again quickly, clearly not wanting to step on any toes. “I’m flattered, truly, but Win—“
Before they could finish politely telling Win that they didn’t feel comfortable getting in the middle of her and Gator, she was already leaning in for a kiss.
“Ope!” Kirby yelped, quickly turning his head to avert crisis, Win’s lips harmlessly finding their cheek instead and her pout deepened.
“You don’t wanna kiss me?” she asked, peering at him through her lashes and Kirby squirmed in his seat, his face flushing hotly.
“It’s not that–!” they exclaimed, swallowing thickly, his eyes darting to Gator as he wet his lips. “I–You’re–dating Gator, and as much as I like you, I’d never do that to you guys,” he explained, raising his hands and dropping them back to his legs helplessly, almost deflating, but Win merely looked thoughtful, a mischievous grin stretching her pink lips.
“What if we both kissed you?”
For a moment Kirby’s mouth fell open and they blinked at her, sure they’d misheard.
“Huh?” was all he could get out, looking between his two friends in confusion, their stomach flipping almost hopefully.
“Would that make it fair?” Win asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curled like the cat that got the cream.
Before Kirby could protest on Gator’s behalf, trying to explain to Win that her boyfriend wouldn’t want to do that, she stopped him, silencing them with a finger to his lips.
“I’ve seen the way Gator looks at you, I’d say he’s interested.”
At her words, Kirby turned to gape at Gator, now completely flabbergasted. Of course they knew that Win had noticed their attraction to her boyfriend, but he hadn’t actually thought that their attraction would ever be reciprocated.
Now it was Gator’s turn to turn red, his gaze darting away as he shrugged, fighting for nonchalance.
“I mean, I can see the appeal,” he murmured, his hazel eyes hesitantly turning back to Kirby.
“Wait–just to clarify here, because I’m extremely stoned here and I wanna make sure I’m hearing this right–you’re okay with this?” Kirby exclaimed, fixing Gator with an incredulous look.
“I said I was, didn’t I?” he replied, the tips of his ears burning. “So let’s do this before I lose my nerve,” he muttered and Win’s grin widened.
Slipping from his side and into Kirby’s lap, she took hold of his face and leaned in, giggling softly against his lips as she kissed them, slowly at first. “This okay?” she whispered, pulling back just enough to check on them, Kirby nodding breathlessly before pulling Win back in, his hands squeezing her hips as they explored her mouth with their tongue, Win boldly reciprocating, moaning into Kirby’s mouth before once more pulling back to let Gator have a turn.
When his mouth met Gator’s, Kirby squeezed his eyes shut, just waiting for the other man to pull back in disgust, but he didn’t.
The kiss was much more hesitant than Win’s, but felt just as right, and Kirby let Gator set the pace, his breath hitching when Gator’s tongue swiped against his lips, slowly testing the waters before delving deeper.
When Gator finally pulled back, Win beamed at the pair of them, grabbing Gator by the scruff of his neck for their own passionate kiss.
As Kirby watched them, his heart pounding in his ears and his head swimming, they couldn’t quite be sure if they were dreaming or not, but when Win claimed his lips again, Kirby decided if it was a dream, it was a damn good one.
The next morning, Kirby stirred, their eyes still shut as they came to, at first noticing how warm they were before realizing they were pressed between two bodies. Their eyes snapping open, Kirby froze at the sight that met him–Gator asleep facing him, their legs entwined and his hand resting on Kirby’s neck, while snuggled up behind him was Win, her face pressed to his shoulder and her arm slung over his middle, her hand snaked under his shirt.
“So, it wasn’t a dream,” they murmured, unsure exactly what to do–torn between not wanting it to end and wanting to make sure the others didn’t regret what had transpired the night before, now that they were all sober.
Win began to wake before Kirby could decide on a course of action, snuggling closer with a sleepy moan, her arm around their middle tightening.
“Mornin’ handsome,” she breathed, her voice muffled against Kirby’s back.
“Uh, morning,” he replied, breathing out a nervous laugh. “You know I’m not Gator, right?”
Win lifted her head, propping her chin on Kirby’s shoulder. “I know.”
“Oh, okay. Uhm, that’s good,” they murmured–at least Win didn’t seem phased, but Win wasn’t exactly the one he was worried about.
When Gator’s jaw cracked in a large yawn, his eyes fluttering open, he let out a soft groan before clearing his throat, and Kirby offered him a nervous half smile.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Gator answered, a little bewildered, though his lips twitched slightly.
Kirby pulled in a deep breath and sat up, pulling his knees to his chest as he looked between his two friends.
“So… as much as I enjoyed this–” they said, gesturing to all of them. “–I think we should probably have a little conversation.”
Win rolled to her back, stretching through a yawn. “I don’t see what there is to discuss,” she said, rolling back to her side and propping her head in her hand. “The truth came out last night, it seems we’re all into each other. So, let’s do this,” she suggested.
“Is that even… allowed?” Gator asked, his brows furrowing in confusion, til Win barked a laugh and took his hand.
“Of course it is. We can do whatever we want,” she answered.
“You sure?” Gator asked doubtfully, and it was Kirby’s turn to grin, shaking his head ruefully.
“As long as you want to,” they agreed, holding their breath for his answer.
Gator shut his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, his gaze drifting from Kirby to Win and back, the corner of his mouth finally lifting as his expression softened.
“I think I’d like to give it a try,” he decided, his face dusted pink.
Win let out a cheer before piling on top of both of them. “Finally!” she exclaimed, pulling Gator and Kirby closer, snuggled between them. “Now, can someone make me some eggs and toast to help get rid of this hangover?”
“I can help with that,” Kirby chuckled, their heart fuller than it had been in a long time.
♤ Summary: Kirby brings Win a bottle of whiskey and they get to know each other a little bit.
♤ Warnings: oc x oc pairing, trans/nonbinary oc, Kirby uses he/him, drinking, talk of drug use, smoking, pre relationship, mentions of Gator Tillman, pre ot3.
♤ A/N: suprise! @jozstankovich some getting to know you stuff with our babies. I just feel like he would 100% reach out to her! I hope you like it! 💖💖 oh also, the title comes from the Green Day song Before The Lobotomy, one of my faves. 💚
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The door swings open and Kirby smiles up at her. She immediately smiles back, leans agaisnt the doorframe.
"I brought libations!" Kirby sings, holding up a bottle of Whiskey. His back arching a bit as he leans back.
"You're eyes are so red oh my god." Win laughs, shaking her head.
"It's been a good day." They lower their arm, shrugging, lazy smile on their face. Win leans forward a bit, eyeing the driveway.
"I walked." Kirby says, still smiling, blinking slowly.
"Can I?" He nods toward the door.
"Oh. Yeah. Of course, come on in." She steps away from the door, letting him pass, he gently hands her the bottle as he goes.
"That's for you. Not much of a drinker myself." Kirby says, absently, shrugging as he looks around her front room.
"That's a shame. I bet you'd be fun." Win says, twisting the cap as she walks to the kitchen.
"I'm always fun." Kirby says over his shoulder, then turns to her.
"Though there was one Halloween involving a very interesting acid trip that some people may argue I wasn't. But I had a good time." They smile when she laughs again, pours a bit of whiskey in a glass.
"Sure you don't want any? Not even a shot? Two shots?" Win asks, shaking the bottle gently above the counter top, eyes wide, waiting. Kirby crosses his arms.
"Are you trying to get me drunk Ms. Lewis?" Their head tilting, hip popped out a little, Win digs her teeth into her bottom lip as she looks at him, grinning.
"Drunk? Never. Cross faded, maybe a little bit." She nods, Kirby laughs, shakes his head.
"I will do two shots. And no more. Just cuz I'm stoned doesn't mean you can take advantage of me young lady." He points at her, walks over to the little half wall, bar window, type situation she's standing by, and watches her pour him a shot. She smiles wide when she hands it to him slowly.
"Hmm. I already regret this. Just so you know." He tilts his head at her, takes the shot, throws it back, and immediately starts coughing. Win laughs at him, head thrown back, and then takes the shot glass and refills it.
Kirby coughs into his elbow a few more times and then wiggles his fingers at her to give him the glass. He takes it, throws it back, and hacks and coughs again for a minute. Their eyes watering when they finally stop.
"Good right?" Win asks, still smiling.
"Oh yeah." He croaks, coughs again,
"Just the best." Kirby wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at her when his eyes finally stop watering.
"So, watchin doin' here? I assume you knew Gator wasn't here with me." She sips at the whiskey in her glass, walks to the living room, twitching her head for Kirby to follow.
"Yeah his truck kinda sticks out like a sore thumb, now that I know it." Kirby shrugs, follows her to the couch and plops down at the opposite end.
"And I dunno, kinda got a lonely vibe from you when you were at the garage the other day. Thought maybe you'd want some company." He shrugs again, lets his head fall back against the couch, his hands laced together on his stomach.
"You think I'm lonely?" She asks, taking another sip, her eyes on him. He doesn't look at her, their eyes shut as they breathe slowly.
"Mmm. Maybe not always. Just... this town's pretty lonely when you're an outsider." Kirby glances at her, smiles, closes his eye again.
"I know a little something about that. Figured I could help a friend in need." Their shoulders move again, just slightly, before they sink further into the couch. Win pulls her legs up, arm wrapped around one knee, whiskey glass resting on the couch near her foot.
"Are we friends?" She asks, quiet. Kirby turns his head, opens his eyes.
"If you wanna be. Yeah." He shrugs again, easy smile on his face. She smiles back, nods a few times.
"Okay. Friends. But I don't know anything about you." She says, eyeing him over her glass as she takes a sip. His eyes fall closed again, his hands rise off his stomach, palms out.
"What do you wanna know?" He asks, dropping his hands again. Win snorts.
"What, you wanna play twenty questions?" She asks, taking another sip. He groans.
"God no. I couldn't think of twenty questions right now if I tried. But you can ask twenty if you want. Or more. However many. I don't mind." Kirby smiles, his eyes fall closed again. She smiles at him, though he can't see her.
"What's your favorite color?" She asks, watches him smile, his eyes still closed.
"Hmmm... orange I think." He hums, raising a hand and rubbing at his nose before dropping it back to his stomach. Win watches him, watches his chest rise and fall under his thin, ratty t-shirt.
"Favorite band?" She asks. His face scrunches.
"That got so hard so fast." He mumbles, laughing as he pushes himself up a bit, eyes still closed.
"Iiiiii.... fuck I don't know. I listen to a little of everything. It depends on my mood I think. Been listening to Motely Crew a lot lately, though I wouldn't call them my favorite." He shakes his head, opens his eyes.
"Got any easier questions?" He cocks his eyebrow at her, smiles when she grins at him.
"Sure yeah. You single?" She drags her teeth over her lip through a smile and takes another sip of her whiskey. They huff a laugh, sit up a bit more, tuck their legs up onto the couch, knees pulled to their chest, facing her now.
"In this town? Yeah. Pretty damn single." He nods, pressing his lips to his knee.
"In this town." She repeats, gives him a look. He nods, glances at the window.
"Guy like me. With my... reputation." He wiggles his eyebrows at her, his hand on his chest. She grins.
"And what reputation might that be?" She asks, raising her glas to her lips.
"Oh ya know. Trans guy in a town like this? I'm sure you've been around enough to know people aren't exactly fond of anyone too different." He shrugs, gives her a small smile. She gives him one back.
"Yeah. I've noticed." She downs the last of her whiskey, sets her glass on the small table behind her.
"Thought you might have." They nod, rest their chin on their knee and then wave her on.
"Alright c'mon. More questions. Easy ones." He warns, points at himself.
"I got a lot going on over here so just, take it easy." He rubs at his red eyes with his knuckles and waves her on again. She laughs, shakes her head, and asks another question.
~°~
A few hours, and about thirty questions later, Kirby yawns, loudly. He moves his feet off the couch and stretches like a cat, back bowing as a ridiculous moan escapes him.
"Jesus. Okay." Win chuckles, stands, stretches herself, though silently, and grabs her glass off the table.
"You want some water or soda or somethin?" She asks, heading for the kitchen.
"What kinda soda ya got?" Kirby asks, patting at the pockets of his baggy black cargo shorts.
"Mainly Mountain Dew right now." She snorts, watches Kirby's face scrunch as he thinks.
"I'll take a water this time. Thanks. Hey can I smoke in here? I'll sit by the window, open it up." They look at her, their eyes wide.
"Yeah that's fine. I'll join you actually." She walks over, hands him the water. He tucks it under his arm, reaching for his pocket but stops when he sees Win tap her pack of cigarettes on her palm. His eyes lingering.
"What?" She huffs a laugh as he stares at her.
"That your brand?" He asks, nodding toward the pack.
"Well, yeah. Unless I'm feeling fancy. Then I get the Djarum Blacks." She doesn't take one out, just looks at Kirby, looking at her.
"Alright the cloves are nice, I'll give you that. But, these? Babes. C'mon." He taps her pack. She pulls it away from his reach, acting offended.
"What is wrong with these?" She looks from her cigarettes back to Kirby.
"They're little cheapy smokes. C'mon." He tilts his head, his nose scrunched. She rolls her eyes, can't help the thought that he's adorable that crosses her mind.
"You ever had a home rolled one?" Kirby asks, reaching for his pocket again.
"You are talking about cigarettes right? Not weed?" She teases, watches him pull a small tin out of his pocket.
"Yes. Tobacco. Not Marijuana." He smiles, pulls out a little white cigarette.
"My grandpa used to home roll. But I was too young then. Hadn't started smoking yet. But I always loved the smell." She tells him, takes a step closer. He holds the cigarette out to her, close to her nose.
"The fresh tobacco." He nods, understanding, as she leans the little ways too it and inhales. She sighs, nods.
"Yeah. That's it. That's the smell." She concedes. Kirby smiles, lowers himself to the carpet, crosslegged, his head just above the windowsill. Win lowers herself down next to him.
"Shall we then?" He asks, head tilted again.
"We shall." She smiles, watches him flip his zippo open and light it. Watches his cheeks hollow as he takes a drag, handing it to her as he exhales toward the window.
The first drag is heaven. The smoke curls in her mouth, down her throat, into her lungs. That slight burn following it. She smiles at the memories, lets the smoke fill her lungs and then sighs it out toward the window as well.
"Shit. You deal this too?" She asks, handing it back. Kirby laughs, a good laugh, head tilted back, hand on his stomach.
"Not typically. But for you? I could definitely hook you up. For sure." He chuckles, takes another drag.
They sit there, smoking, in silence for a while. Listening to late autumn crickets through the window. The chill in the air blowing through the screen, moving Win's hair against her cheek.
"Thanks for comin over." She nudges Kirby's knee with the back of her hand.
"You were right. I do get lonely sometimes." She admits, eyes on the floor as she takes the cigarette again.
"Anytime. You can always come to mine too ya know? Any time you want. I'm almost always there." He shrugs, smiles at her as she blows a few smoke rings.
"Good thing about working were I live. No rush hour traffic. Just me and my fight with my alarm everyday." She laughs at that, it echoes through her quiet house, hands the cigarette back.
"I might take you up on that. I'll bring Gator sometimes too. If you want?" She asks, voice cautious, glancing up at Kirby through her lashes. He looks at her, watches her watch him for a moment, and then nods. The corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a long drag, the last, its tip burning close to his fingers.
"That's fine." Is all Kirby says, his voice thick, like he wants to say more. But they don't.
Win gets up, grabs her ashtray. Kirby follows, stubs out the cigarette and wipes his hands down his shirt. It's a habit he has, from working on cars, always wiping something or other on his clothes while he works.
"Fuck me it's like, two in the morning." Kirby whistles, looking at the clock. Win's eyes follow his, suprise on her features.
"Wow. It doesn't seem like you've been here that long." Her brow furrows.
"That a bad thing?" Kirby asks, stepping slowly toward the door.
"No. Ya know what they say about time, and flying." Win assures him with a shrug, follows them to the door. He stands there, swaying a little, hands clasped behind his back as he smiles.
"Well. Thank you for the hospitality Winifred. I'll get outta your hair. Let you get to bed." He lets his head fall back, opens the door and steps through it with a little lazy twirl. She laughs at him, holding it open as he takes a few steps away.
"Thank you, for the whiskey. I'll come get in your hair sometime. Make a day of it." She crosses her arms, shrugs, nonchalant as she smiles after him.
"Sounds good. I'll have the cigarettes ready for you!" He calls, still walking slowly backwards away from her.
"Be careful walking home!" She calls.
"Im always careful!" He calls back, his foot hitting a rock, making him stumble, he shoots back up, points in her direction.
"That was a fluke!" They say, kicking the offending rock into the steet. Win laughs, shakes her head at them.
"Have a nice night Win!" Kirby calls, almost disappeared into the dark now, waving over his shoulder as he turns.
"You too Kirby!" She calls, waits til she can't see them anymore, and closes her door. She shuts the window, puts the bottle of Whiskey away and goes to grab the ashtray off the table. She stops in her tracks, picks the ashtray up, and smiles. Setting on the edge is a cigarette, home rolled, brand new.
She picks it up, tucks it behind her ear, and walks to her room. She sets the ashtray down, sets the cigarette back in it, and gets ready for bed.
She climbs under her sheets and gets cozy, runs her finger slowly along the pretty white paper of her small gift, and turns out the light. Smiling into her pillow thinking about her new friend, how easy it was to talk to them. How easily he made her laugh. She hugged her pillow tight and thought maybe this town wasn't so bad. Even if it was just her, Gator, and Kirby. Maybe that was enough to make it not so bad.
♤ Summary: Kirby sneaks into the hospital to see Gator after everything that happens at the ranch.
♤ Warnings: canon x oc paring, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, mentions of Gators torture, blind Gator
♤ A/N: once again for you my dearest! @jozstankovich 💚 Reblogs and comments are cherished and loved! 💖🍒💖
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Kirby's shoes squeak against the shiny hospital floor, he winces, runs his hands down his front for the millionth time since he left home. They feel ridiculous, a fucking sweatervest over the one, semi nice, t-shirt they have. He huffs, takes a deep breath, and ducks into the elevator.
It hadn't been hard to find out Gator's floor and room number. All the FBI agents milling about weren't exactly quiet. The issue would be getting into the room.
Kirby's fingers drum against his pant leg, his only nice pants as well. Black jeans, a little baggy, but they looked nice with the outfit. He tugs at the neckline of his shirt, uncomfortable, always are when they're wearing so many fucking clothes.
The doors slide open and Kirby pops his head out first. Checking both ways like he's crossing the street. Nobody there. Not a nurse or doctor in sight. He steps out, aims for casual as he walks down the hall, following the signs to the room number he'd overheard.
The nurses station is empty as well. The first person he sees is the gaurd on the door when he peeks around the corner. Kirby drops their head against the wall.
"Fuck." He breathes, his eyes move down the hall and land on the still empty nurses station. He runs back to it, hears footsteps behind him and ducks behind the desk.
He watches the guard walk around the corner and down the hall they'd come from.
"I'm headin down now." The man says into the radio on his shoulder. The radio crackles, Kirby doesn't understand what's said, but hears the man's response.
"Oh who cares if the door isn't guarded for ten fuckin minutes. Where's he gonna go? He's can't fuckin see. He ain't goin anywhere. I'm comin down." He's annoyed, Kirby hears the elevator doors open, and then close. They shoot back to their feet and run, their shoes squeaking the whole way. He rounds the corner too fast and nearly falls, runs into the wall and rights himself before jogging the last few steps to the door.
"Ten minutes." Kirby whispers to himself, rests his hand on the doorknob, just now realizing it might be locked. His heart pounding in his chest, he rests his head against the door, digs his teeth into his lip, and presses down.
The handle moves. Kirby nearly yells in celebration but hunches his shoulders and holds it in, pushes the door open the smallest possible amount, and quietly ducks inside. He turns once he's in, rests his back against the door, tries to catch his breath.
But his eyes adjust to the dark quickly, and he sees the curain pulled around the bed. His stomach twists, his heart kicking back up again. Their hands are sweating, they wipe them on their pants and take a few small, squeaky, steps forward.
"Who's there?" Gator's voice. He sounds scared, Kirby hears rustling as he moves on the hospital bed.
"It's me." Kirby says, his voice small to his own ears, and he realizes that might not be enough.
"K-Kirby?" His voice falters and shakes and it pulls Kirby forward. They move fast, ducking under the curtain, nearly getting tangled when they stand back up. His hands find the foot of Gator's bed and he pulls himself up, swats at the curtain until it falls away from his shoulders and then he turns.
Gator's eyes are covered, bright white bandages wrapped around his head. His hair is no longer neat and slicked back, strands falling into his face where they've come loose. There's dirt, and blood, Kirby's sure, staining the skin of his face and hands.
Kirby hears the whimper that leaves him, his hands clutching his stomach as he takes a few steps around the bed. Gator's head turns with the sounds of his shoes. And seriously what the fuck was on his shoes that was making them do that?
"Yeah." Kirby finally says,
"It's me." Their voice soft. Gator listens to the last few steps, and then hangs his head.
"How'd you get in here?" He asks, his fingers, dirty and bloodstained around the nails, pick at the sheets. Kirby swallows, hard, wipes at the tears falling over his cheeks.
"I uh," he clears his throat, tries again,
"I snuck past the guard. He went downstairs. Someone else is comin up I guess. Ten minutes." He repeats the time again, glances at the door, has no idea how long it's been. Gator nods, slowly.
"You'll be in trouble if they catch you in here." He's frowning, Kirby can see his eyebrows drawing down, pressing into the bandages.
"I've been in trouble before." Kirby says, teeth worrying into his lip, their hand twitches toward Gator, fingers jumping and dancing near his leg.
"Not this kinda trouble." Gator says, turns his head away, stubborn as always. Kirby huffs, grabs the chair by the bed and drags it loudly across the floor, scoots it close to Gator's bed and throws himself into it.
"I don't care! Gator. I just-" he sniffles, wipes at his face again.
"I saw the ranch on the news. They said people were dead." Kirby bites at the last word, takes a deep shaking breath he knows Gator can hear. Gator drops his head back onto the pillow behind him.
"I'm not dead." He sighs, fingers twitching on the bed sheets, and Kirby can't take it, he reaches out and grabs Gator's hand, presses his palm flat over the back of it, curls his fingers under and holds on. The rough material of the cast presses deep into his skin, he doesn't care, barely feels it. Just feels the skin underneath.
"I can see that. And I knew that. They said- they said you gave him up. Roy. On the news. They said a lot of other stuff. But I didn't really hear it." He cleared his throat again, another sniffle.
"Are you cryin?" Gator asks, his hand pressing up into Kirby's.
"No." Kirby denys immediately, watches the corner of Gator's mouth twitch.
"Shut up." He says, squeezes Gator's hand.
"I'm okay." Gator whispers it, turns his hand under Kirby's and slides his fingers between theirs, the best he can.
"Are you? What happened? Did your dad do this to you?" Kirby sniffles again, drags his free hand under his nose and keeps his eyes on Gator's face. He shakes his head slowly, his messy hair bunching up against the pillow.
"Not him. Same guy who did this." He wiggles his arm genlty, his hand clenching Kirby's as he moves it.
"Wh- I don't- why?" Kirby stammers, hates when he does that. Scrunches his face up at the bad memories of stammering through school, and rubs at his eye, pushing his knuckle deep for a distraction.
"Cuz I fucked up. I couldn't let it go." His lip wobbles, Kirby watches him pull it between his teeth and slam his head back into the pillow, once, hard.
"Hey! Don't. Just- don't do that." Kirby's on his feet now, his hand on Gator's head, moving some of his hair away from his face.
"I'm so fuckin stupid. I just couldn't let it go. And he fucking left me there. He just left me." His voice is strained now, Kirby can see his throat clenching. They bite their own lip, watching Gator's face, can he cry like that? Is there even anything behind the bandages to cry.
Kirby swallows around the fire in their throat and leans down, tucks their head against Gator's neck. He feels Gator's arms move around him slowly. His cast hard against their back, his other hand on their shoulder, gentle, moving slow, so he doesn't dislodge the IV in his hand.
"You're not stupid. You're just- so fucking stubborn Gate." Kirby sniffles again, rubs his tears and his nose on Gator's shoulder and pulls back. Gator's hand moves down his arm as they pull away, not wanting to stop touching him. Kirby doesn't ask who left him. Doesn't need to.
Kirby sees the small smile fade as Gator sits there. They move their fingers over his forhead, then along the bottom of the bandages. Kirby cups his face, smiles when Gator leans into the touch.
"Thanks for comin to see me." He mumbles, his casted hand moving to cover Kirby's, genlty, pulling it away from his face. He rests their tangled hands on the bed again as Kirby sits back down.
"Wild dogs couldn't have kept me away." Kirby sniffles again, but his chest feels lighter, with Gator in front of him, awake. Alive.
"What about a room full of spiders?" Gator asks, his finger pressing into Kirby's palm, just feeling him, touching him.
"Oh fuck that. You would'a been on your own sir." Kirby tells him, matter of fact. The laugh that bursts out of Gator makes Kirby smile so big his cheeks burn, tears falling again as Gator snorts and rubs at his nose carefully, shaking his head gently.
"Gee thanks." He says, voice flat.
"Hey. I got past the wild dogs man. Okay? I tried. I did my best." Kirby teases, bites his lip. Pulls Gator's hand to his mouth and kisses across his knuckles. His stomach fluttering when Gator presses his fingers into his lips, moves them up to his cheek, his thumb moving over Kirby's lips in their place.
"Seriously." Gator says, his head leaning forward.
"Yeah. Anytime. Told you I'd be there for you." Kirby shrugs, knows Gator can't see it. It doesn't matter.
"Are you- will you be able to see? When those come off?" Kirby asks, they pull Gator's hand back down, resting on the bed again. Gator's fingers twitch in his hold, he sniffs loudly, his other hand moving to fiddle with the bottom of the bandages resting on his cheek.
"They don't know yet. Not for sure. Said my left eye looked promising. Whatever that means." He shrugs, leans his head back again, sighing deep in his chest.
"I think it's what they say when they mean it's better than nothing." Kirby shrugs too, their eyes glued to Gator's face, their fingers twitch against the bedding. Curiosity burning under the surface.
"What did he do? Exactly. To your eyes?" Kirby blurts, cringes when Gator turns his head toward him slowly.
"Sorry. Don't- you don't have to- answer that. Sorry." Kirby frowns down into their lap, shaking their head at themselves.
"He heated a knife in a fire and cut my eyes out. Or... he tried too. Guess he missed the left one." Gator's voice is emotionless.
"Yeah. That sums it up pretty well." He says, noding again, his mouth a tight line.
"I shouldn't have asked." Kirby says, voice quiet.
"You wouldn't be you if you didn't." He says, quiet, Kirby's head whips up, there's a small tilt to Gator's mouth, like he wants to smile. Hell, that is a smile for him.
"Yeah?" Kirby asks, smiling, feeling giddy. Gator's not mad. Not mad that he can't control his fucking mouth. Gator nods, gives Kirby's hand a squeeze.
"Wish I could see you." He sighs, head falling back again.
"Oh yeah? How come? I haven't changed much in three days." They tease, teeth digging into their lip. Their cheeks feeling warm at the thought, that Gator wants to see them.
"Just tryin to image the looks people gave you when you walked in." Gator muses, his head turning, toward Kirby, even though he can't see them.
"What do mean?" Kirby frowns.
"Your clothes aren't usually hospital appropriate, is all." He shrugs again. Kirby makes an offended noise in his throat.
"I have nice clothes ya know? I'm actually dressed quiet well, currently. Thank you very much." Kirby scoffs, yanks his hand away from Gator's and crosses his arms over his chest. He watches Gator smile, can tell he's doubtful, even without the normal look in his eyes.
"Oh yeah? What'er you wearing?" He asks, voice teasing already. Kirby looks down at himself, at the sweatervest he immediately regretted, and grimaced.
"Umm ya know what? That's not- that's neither here nor there. I'm here. With you. That's really all that matters." Kirby rambles, pats at Gator's hand. He chuckles, grabs for Kirby's hand and misses.
"Are you wearing something embarrassing?" Gator asks, smile on his face.
"You have to tell me if you are. I'm wounded. It's only fair." His hand reaches toward Kirby. They scoff again, tucking their legs up under them on the chair.
"How's that fair? I didn't wound you!" He swats at Gator's hand gently as he laughs.
"C'mon. Tell me what you're wearing." Gator pushes, his voice all curled at the edges and sweet. Kirby sighs.
"Ughh. At least buy me dinner first." Kirby mutters, scrambling around in the chair til his knees are tucked up under his chin, Gator's eyebrow twitches up, clearly amused.
"I'm wearing a sweatervest okay? Do not laugh! It's from one of my foster moms and it's very cozy. Okay? So just, hush it." Kirby points at Gator, accusingly. Gator can't see it, but he raisies his hands in surrender anyway.
"What color is it?" Gator asks, biting his lip.
"It's like a blue grey color. With black and white argyle down the front?" Kirby looks down at himself, smoothes his hands down his chest again, his feet falling to the floor.
"What's- which ones argyle?" Gator asks, frowning.
"The diamonds." Kirby tells him. He nods, seems to think for a second.
"Is it soft?" He's worrying his lip between his teeth again.
"Yeah. Here." Kirby stands, walks the two steps to the bed and takes Gator's hand, moves it to rest on his stomach. Gator's brows twitch again, suprised at the softness against his skin.
"I got a black t-shirt on under it." Kirby mumbles, ignores the way Gator pressing his fingers into his stomach makes him feel hot. More hot than all the fucking clothes he's wearing.
"And just some black jeans. No holes or nothin in 'em." Kirby scratches at the back of their neck, watches Gator pull the materal of the vest between his fingers, then watches him smooth it back down. His hand presses to Kirby's stomach again and he ducks away with an awkward giggle, rubbing at the spot Gator's hand had touched.
"Sorry. Ticklish." Kirby explains, grabs at the chair and scoots it a bit closer, til his legs hit it and he falls into it.
"Figures." Gator sighs.
"What?" Kirby frowns.
"The one time I can't see you, you're actually wearing clothes." Gator shakes his head.
"I wear... clothes." Kirby drawls, knows it's only a half truth, really, at best. Gator snorts a laugh.
"Sure ya do. Pretty sure this the first time you've ever worn an actual shirt around me." Gator says, the eyeroll is implied.
"You got a problem with my clothes man?" Kirby asks, tucks one knee up under his chin, smiles when Gator moves his head toward him again.
"No. I'm just sayin, ya know, just my luck that I can't see ya when there's nothin to look at." Gator's fingers move nervously against the sheets, tapping out random little rhythms.
"I mean not that I was... lookin. I'm just- just sayin." He sighs deeply, turns his head away as his cheeks and neck turn red. Kirby bites their lip.
"I saw you looking Gator." Kirby says, through a smile, presses his lips to his knee when Gator turns back to him.
"What? When? I thought I was bein subtle." Gator scratches at his cheek, his fingers brushing the edge of the bandages again.
"You weren't. At all. Like, not even a little." Kirby shakes their head at him.
"I saw you looking like, the second time you came to me for weed dude. It's why I invited you inside." Kirby tells him, chin resting on his knee now, he sees Gator's eyebrows jump up his forehead.
"What did you- did you think somethin was gonna happen?" Gator asks, sounding scandalized. Kirby laughs, shakes his head.
"No. But I figured inviting you in might make you relax. Get your hands out of your pockets and your shoulders down from around your ears. You were so tense man." Kirby chuckles at the memory.
"I didn't know if it was because you were buying weed. Or because of me." They sigh.
"Saw you lookin and figured maybe it was cuz of me. Or maybe it was both. Either way, inside was away from prying eyes." Kirby shrugs, reaches out and takes Gator's hand again.
"I didn't mind you looking. Just- wasn't sure what you were thinkin when you were." They squeeze Gator's hand, he squeezes back.
"I wasn't sure at first. I mean I wasn't- that's not something- that's allowed. In my house." Gator shakes his head. Kirby nods.
"I know. That's why I never did anything. Or said anything. I figured- if you wanted to do something about it, I'd just let you." Kirby turns Gator's hand in his, his fingers walking over the cast, moving to his arm and up his shoulder.
"Let you go at your own pace. Find your own way." Kirby scratches at Gator's shoulder and then drags his hand back down his arm, Gator sighs, leans into the touch.
"I'm just glad I figured it out." Gator mumbles, rubs at his nose.
"Glad I was brave enough to do somethin about it. That night. After the lake." Gator smiles, his body relaxing into his bed more.
"Me too." Kirby smiles, watches Gator for a moment.
"I should go. Let you get some rest. Are they- are they taking you away?" He'd been afraid to ask, his voice shaking a little, his heart picking up again.
"Yeah. Don't know how long. But my step mom. Or- my old step mom. Nadine. Or- she's goes by Dorthy now. Dot. She's- she said she'd visit. Bring me cookies. Anything else I need too." Gator shrugs, tries to play it off. Kirby sees his chest flutter, watches his lip wobble.
"I'll come visit too. Everyday if you want? I'll visit so much you'll get sick'a me." Kirby perks up, scoots forward in his chair, perched on the edge like a bird. Gator frowns, his hand going still in Kirby's.
"You'd come visit?" He sounds uncertain, like he thinks it might be a trick.
"Course I would. Snuck in here to see ya didn't I?" Kirby assures him, watches Gator's lip tremble again before he drags his teeth over it, he nods, swallows hard.
"Okay. Th-thanks." Gator stammers, Kirby opens their mouth to answer but the door clicking open cuts him off. Gator squeezes his hand, hard, Kirby's eyes are locked on where the door would be if there was no curtain.
"Shit." He breathes, barely makes a sound.
"Don't you worry. I won't be a minute." A woman's voice says, high and thick with that accent Kirby's come to enjoy so much. He moves his eyes to Gator when he loosens his grip. The door clicks shut again. Footsteps, coming toward them. The curtain pulls to the left and brings them face to face with a small mousy woman. Her eyes widen when they land on Kirby.
"Oh. Hey there." She says, easy, her suprise fading fast. She glances at the door, then back to Kirby.
"You sneak in during the shift change?" She asks, voice lowered. Kirby swallows, nods, too frightened to speak. She nods back, gives him an adorable smile.
"That was my plan too if they wouldn't let me in." She scrunches her face, her eyes land on Kirby and Gator's hands, their fingers still laced together, Kirby pulls their hand free quickly, shoves both hands into his lap.
"You a friend'a Gator's?" She asks, sweetly, as she moves around the other side of the bed.
"This is Kirby Na- sorry. Dorthy." Gator grimaces at his mistake. The woman doesn't seem to notice, just smiles at him, and then at Kirby, her hand moving to Gator's head, fingers dragging smoothly through his hair.
"It's a pleasure to meet ya Kirby. I'm Dorthy. Gator's... Gator's friend too." She hesitates, her eyes dropping to Gator's face and then back to Kirby.
"I saw you on the news ma'am." Kirby says, manners from a foster home long gone kicking in. She smiles at him again, and it's soft, and warm, and feels safe.
"Oh yeah? I'm sure I looked a mess." She shakes her head, laughs a little.
"You looked fine. Looked nice. Just- looked like a mom." Kirby shrugs, and she had. She'd looked a little rough around the edges, but ultimately, she'd looked like a mom, trying to get back to her kid.
"Well that's sweet of ya to say." She waves him off, looks back to Gator, her hand still in his hair.
"There gonna be takin him in about ten minutes. I just wanted to say goodbye. Til I see ya again." She leans down, kisses Gator's forhead. He smiles, nods, his teeth embedded in his lip so hard Kirby's worried it'll bleed. He's trying not to cry. Can't speak because of it.
"If you give me five minutes I'll distract 'em so you can sneak out. If ya want?" She's looking at Kirby again. He stares, doesn't mean to, but she's... odd. In a good way. Like she understands things, sees things the way Kirby does sometimes.
"Okay. I mean yeah that'd be- thanks." Kirby nods. She nods back, kisses Gator's head one more time, walks around the bed to Kirby.
"It's very nice to meet you Kirby." There's a weight to her words that Kirby feels deep in his chest. She doesn't know him, doesn't know them at all, but she means it. Kirby reaches out, takes her hand, shakes.
"You too ma'am. Really." He stands, she smiles, tugs him into a quick hug, just a tight squeeze, and then she's gone. The door shutting slowly behind her. When Kirby turns back, Gator is reaching for him, casted hand outstretched. Kirby grabs it immediately, crowds close to him on the bed.
"You gotta go." Gator whispers, pulling Kirby's hand to his chest.
"I know. I don't wanna." Kirby breathes, his head dropped to Gator's shoulder.
"Will you do me a favor? Before you go?" Gator asks, his voice shaking, Kirby can feel him trembling.
"Of course. What is it?" They ask, leaning up so they can see him. Gator's head is turned towards him, if he could see, he wouldn't be looking quite at him, just off to the side.
"Will you kiss me?" He licks his lips.
"I mean like really kiss me. So I know what it's like? So I get to have that? With you. Before I go." His head droops, his shoulders shake, Kirby thinks he might be crying, best he can. They take a deep breathe, and reach out, cupping Gator's face and tilting it up again.
"I'll kiss you anytime you want." Kirby whispers, breathes it like a promise against Gator's lips and then kisses him. Slow and deep. Gator clings to him, both hands fisted in the back of his shirt, pulling them closer. He whines into Kirby's mouth and groans when he pulls away.
"Any time you want." He breathes again, teeth dragging over Gator's bottom lip as he pulls back. Gator chases his lips, leans forward and groans again when Kirby presses their hand to his chest, stopping him.
"I'm gonna miss you." Gator breathes, and it sounds broken, his voice wrecked.
"Naw, you won't. I'm gonna be there every day 'memeber?" He moves his hand up, from Gator's chest to his hair, moves his fingers into it, scratches them against Gator's scalp and smiles when he hums, presses into the touch.
"You'll be sick'a me in no time." Kirby leans down, presses another quick kiss to his lips. He sees Gator open his mouth, to argue, he's sure. When they hear a crash in the hall, voices yelling, moving away from the door.
"That's my cue. I'll see you soon Gate. Real soon." Kirby squeezes his shoulder and moves away, keeping his eyes on Gator til he's at the door. Gator's hand raises in a wave, his fingers wiggling over his cast as the other hand presses to his lips. Kirby smiles, tears falling down his cheeks, and ducks out the door.
He steps into chaos, Dorothy is down the hall a bit, laying on the floor, hand to her head. The gaurd on Gator's door and three nurses surround her. She meets his eyes through the guards legs and winks. He nods to her, still smiling, and bolts down the hall, his shoes screeching against the tiles as he runs and runs, ducking into the elevator and out of sight.
♤ Summary: Gator gets his arm broken, shows up at Kirby's the next morning. Both of them are bad at talking about their pain.
♤ Warnings: canon × oc pairing, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, drug use, angst, mentions of past abuse
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Kirby had just slid underneath Mrs. Abernathy's blue Honda when he heard Gator's truck pull in. He slid the oil bucket under, popped the canister out and let it drain before sliding back out as Gator's footsteps approached, too slow. And far too early in the morning.
Kirby squinted up at him, ignoring the little swoop in their stomach at seeing him so early in the day, squinting against the barely risen sun, his eyes land on the cast on his arm, then the cirlces under his eyes. He lays there, on his back looking up as Gator stops near his feet.
"Well you look like shit." Kirby says, one eye squinted shut as the sun shines down around Gator's shoulders.
"Gee thanks." Is all Gator says. Kirby nods, takes a deep breath.
"Lemme get this changed real quick. There's coffee inside if you want some." Kirby slides back under the car as Gator heads for the house. They do their best to not get oil all over themselves. Doesn't work. Kirby rolls back out from under the car, job done, oil covering his hands and dripping down his arms.
"Fucks sake." He mutters as Gator walks back out, two mugs in his hands. He takes one look at Kirby and sets their cup on the workbench before taking a careful sip of his own.
"Wasn't this car just here?" Gator nods to the Honda, eyes moving over it like he thinks it's gonna jump at him or something. Or maybe he's just focusing on it so he doesn't have to look at Kirby. Either way, his eyes stay glued to the car, and away from Kirby.
"Yeah. It's Mrs. Abernathy's. I guess her husband used to tinker all the time. Just everyday. He used to be doing something to it." He grabs a rag, starts wiping at his arms.
"He passed away about six months ago. So she keeps bringin' in to me. I think it makes her feel better to have somebody workin on it." Kirby shakes his head, grabs the bottle of orange scub soap off the work bench and squirts a pool of it into his palm.
"There's not really much needs done to it. But I like to check the simple stuff, windshield wipers, plugs, oil changes, tire pressure. All that kinda stuff." He walks over to the faucet on the side of the garage, turns it on and rubs the soap over his hands all the way up to his elbows.
"You charge her for all'a that?" Gator asks, eyebrows raised as he glances Kirby's way, watches him lather his arms, scrubbing the oil off his skin.
"Huh? Naw. She buys weed too, on her way out, I just let that cover it." They shove their hands under the water, wincing at the cold.
"And don't be tellin anybody else that. I don't wanna hear about one of you deputies charging that nice old lady with drug possession or some shit." He points his finger accusingly at Gator. He raises his free hand, the one sporting the nice new cast, moves his fingers over his lips and mimes tossing the key over his shoulder.
"Mhm. You better." Kirby wipes his wet arms and hands on his clean-ish coveralls, he'd actually had the sense to not wipe the oil there today.
"So what happened to your arm?" They lean back against the work bench, pick up the mug of coffee and take a sip. Gator's eyes hit the ground immediately, his shoulder jumping once.
"Broke it." Is all he says.
"Oh yeah? Is that why they put casts on people? I just thought people were trying to spice up their lives. Do you like the spice girls?" Kirby asks, head tilted to the side. Gator just blinks at him, frowning.
"Yeah. They don't really seem like your type of music. Though I mean you never know. Some people like all kinda stuff. Maybe you should give'em a try." Kirby shrugs, looks Gator pointedly up and down.
"Might spice up your mood at least." Kirby smiles when Gator looks at him, levels him with a bitchy scowl.
"Funny." Gator says, voice dry. Kirby snorts at him, gives him a toothy grin and a little eyebrow wiggle, takes another sip of coffee, and lets the quiet of the morning settle over them for a minute. Gator keeps his eyes away, looking out over the junkyard, the sun hitting his face turning his skin gold. Kirby looks him up and down again, no Sheriff's vest today, and no Sheriff's hat. Just his white and green cap, backwards, sunglasses on the back, doing him no good as he squints into the sun.
He's got his carhart on, jeans, boots. He looks different this way, holds himself different. Kirby watches him switch his coffee mug to his good hand with a grimace.
"You wanna talk about it?" Kirby tries, leaning forward a bit, his butt still against the workbench. Gator glances his way, eyes dark, and takes a drink, says nothing. Kirby nods.
"Got it. Fair enough." They scratch at their hair, look at their nails for a minute, noticing all the dirt they missed. Kirby chews as some loose skin on his thumb, eyes moving over Gator again. His shoulders are tense, his legs too, he hasn't kicked at the dirt in the yard once this morning.
"You wannaaaaa ...smoke about it?" Kirby offers, waiting for Gator to turn to him before he dips two fingers into the big front pocket of his overalls and drags a joint out, wiggling his hand. Gator takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing a bit, and nods, looking tired, but Kirby sees a small smile there too..
"Cool. Let's go inside. Way more comfortable. And there's food in there. Which we will need, obviously." Kirby tucks the joint behind his ear and heads for the door. Gator falls in line next to him, his steps in synch, his shoulder bumping into Kirby's and staying pressed there as they walk to the house. Warmth blooms through Kirby at the contact, he shakes his head, tells himself it's just the morning sun.
~°~
"You need any pain meds?" Kirby asks, their feet kicked up next to Gator's as they both melt into his couch, pressed together from knee to shoulder, the tv playing some old black and white movie.
"I got some. Just the regular shit. Like Tylenol or whatever." Gator shakes his head slowly, takes a drag, passes it back to Kirby.
"If you need somethin stronger let me know." Kirby takes a drag, taking care not to burn his fingers as the blunt shrinks down, and drops the last little bit into the ashtray on the table between their feet.
"You sell stronger shit?" Gator asks, head turning in their direction, resting on the back of the couch. Kirby turns too, shakes his head.
"No. I bought stronger shit. For me. And I'm offering to share one or two with you. Different thing." Kirby corrects, patting Gator's knee, he contemplates leaving his hand there, just resting on Gator. But they don't wanna push, don't wanna chance that it'll freak him out, make him run, so he pulls back, drops his hand on his stomach and closes his eyes.
"Maybe one." Gator sighs, Kirby opens their eyes to see him wincing, clenching and unclenching his casted hand. Kirby nods.
"If you wanna like... take a nap or something too, you can. Won't bother me none. I gotta get back to work soon." Kirby leans up, pulling himself from the couch, is about to stand up when Gator's hand touches his back. Kirby freezes, their breath catching in their throat as Gator's warm fingertips move over the skin across his shoulder blades, exposed under his overalls cuz he never puts on a shirt underneath.
"Why do you need strong pain meds?" Gator practically whispers it, his voice so low Kirby leans toward him, hears Gator hum when they don't answer, his fingers moving in slow circles across his skin making Kirby's head feel a little fuzzy.
"Um... it's- well cuz I'm in pain. A lot." Kirby stumbles over the words, when Gator presses his palm flat against his back, right over his spine, between his shoulder blades. Kirby can't help the shiver. Isn't used to such gentle touches. Especially not from Gator. He swallows roughly, looks over his shoulder to see Gator looking at him, his eyes hooded, but on him.
"Pain from what?" Gator moves his hand, over to Kirby's shoulder, and back across, his fingers tickling the base of Kirby's neck.
"Just pain. Chronic. From working on cars. My hands. My- my back. Sometimes my hips but that's- from somethin else." Kirby shakes his head, rolls his eyes at himself a bit, looks back to Gator and finds a small smile on his lips.
"From what?" He asks, his fingers trailing down Kirby's arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"Oh just, stupid kid shit. Ya know, jumpin off shit I shouldn't have. Bein friends with the wrong people. Normal shit." They shrug, their eyes not able to meet Gator's now. His fingers dance down their wrist and then smooth over the back of his hand where it's resting on his thigh. Gator's hand is warm where it covers his. And it does, cover his. Though that's not much of a feat, Kirby's got small fucking hands, small like the rest of him. He stares, watches Gator curl his fingers around and under, holding his hand like it's something precious.
"Wrong people. Did somebody hurt you?" Gator asks, leaning up himself now, his shoulder pressed to Kirby's back. Kirby swallows, feels how dry his throat is and tries not to cough.
"I mean. Yeah. Lotta people have hurt me." He shrugs, his shoulder moving against Gator, jostling him the smallest amount. Gator drops his head to Kirby's shoulder, his eyes falling shut as he nods against him.
"Who hurt you?" Kirby asks, turning his hand under Gator's, he'd tried so hard not too, to keep still, but they had to, had to touch him, to hold his hand. Gator's fingers lace between his, his head still on Kirby's shoulder.
"Some asshole. Got the jump on me. Snapped both bones with one hand. How fuckin crazy is that?" Gator mumbles, not lifting his head. A pang of worry, and fear, shoots through Kirby's chest.
"Yeah. Crazy." He breathes, his thumb soothing over Gator's.
"Might take you up on the nap Kirb." Gator sighs, nuzzling against their shoulder, his head moving back, til his nose is nearly pressed to Kirby's neck.
"Okay. You want the couch or the bed?" Kirby asks, can feel himself trembling now, Gator pulls his hand free, his arm snaking around behind Kirby, resting against his waist, but not holding him, not yet.
"Couch is pretty comfy." Gator mumbles, his nose brushing Kirby's ear as he moves.
"Bed's even better. I got all kinda pillows and blankets in there. Not to mention the insense. Nice and relaxing." Kirby bites his lip, his fingers moving over Gator's knee genlty. Gator snorts into his shoulder, his arm jumping against Kirby's waist, hand curling over his hip.
"You're such a fuckin hippy." Gator scoffs, genlty, into the skin of their shoulder, his hand giving Kirby's hip a squeeze before he leans back, eyes moving over Kirby's face slowly.
"But that does sound nice." He nods. Kirby nods back.
"Bed then." He says, forcing himself to stand, to pull himself away from Gator's warmth. It almost works. But Gator stands with him, his arm not moving from Kirby's waist.
"Bed." Gator nods, leans forward, ducks his head low and presses his lips to Kirby's naked shoulder, moves them across the skin there and then turns and walks away, his hand dragging over Kirby's back genlty as he pulls away.
"Bedrooms on the left right?" Gator asks, not turning back.
"Yep. Yeah. It's- yeah." Kirby sighs, watches Gator duck into his room and moves himself. He grabs a pain pill from the kitchen cabinet, and a glass of water, and follows him into the room.
Gator's alread settling down into the bed, his jacket thrown over the foot of it. Kirby hands him the pill, watches him take it, and sets the water on the nightstand.
"Get cozy. I'm gonna go change a tire and then investigate a mysterious 'click click' sound coming from Mr. Guthery's old ford." Kirby jerks their thumb over their shoulder toward the garage.
"You need to be up at certain time? Or can I just let you sleep?" Kirby rubs his hand over his arm, watching as Gator nods off in front of him.
"Gotta be home before dinner." Gator slurs, his face snuggling into Kirby's pillow.
"Kay. I'll wake you up at four if you're still sleeping. That okay?" Kirby's not expecting an answer. But Gator nods, hums low in his throat.
"Mhm. S'good." He sighs, his body visibly relaxing as he falls alseep. Kirby smiles down at him, shakes his head. He drags his finger over the blue cast on his arm, his stomach twisting with worry again. They trace their fingers tips over the frown lines between his brows, soothing them out til he looks peaceful.
Kirby brings his fingertips to his lips, presses a kiss there, then presses his fingers to Gator's temple, just a soft touch, Gator hums in his sleep, his lips twitching up into a small smile. Kirby smiles down at him, watches his chest rise and fall for a few more moment's, and then leaves him there to rest.
~°~
Kirby's making a sandwich around three when he hears Gator get up. He shuffles into the bathroom and Kirby smiles when he hears him stub his toe on the wonky sink vanity, curses echoing down the hall. They're grabbing for a tomato when they feel him.
Gator steps up behind them, presses himself against their back. Kirby's breath catches again, he drops the tomato and Gator snorts a laugh into his neck. His arms wrap around them, pull them close.
"How'd the 'click click' noise turn out?" Gator asks, chin resting on their shoulder. Kirby smiled, picked the tomato back up and started slicing.
"Turned out to be more of a 'clunk clunk' sound. And it was just an old muffler that needed replacing. Not too shabby for a days work." Kirby shrugged, making sure to move the shoulder Gator was on extra high. He made a strangled noise and poked at Kirby's side, they squirmed in his arms, plopping a slice of tomato onto their sandwich.
"You want one?" Kirby asks, glancing to the side, trying to see Gator's face. He tucks his chin down, pressing his lips to Kirby's sun warmed skin and shakes his head.
"Naw. I gotta go." He says, words muffled. Kirby hums, laughs when Gator reaches out, picks up a peice of turkey and shoves it in his mouth.
"I'll come back soon though." He says through his mouthful, hands moving to Kirby's hips.
"When I can." He shrugs, voice gone quiet. He tucks his face into Kirby's neck, his nose nuzzling right behind his ear. Kirby bites his lip to hold in the whine that threatens to crawl up his throat.
"Okay. Be- be careful." Kirby whispers, knows he sounds breathless, and worried. Gator's arms wrap back around him, pulling him close. Kirby feels his lips press to their neck, soft and warm.
"I'm always careful." Gator breathes the words against his neck, squeezes Kirby in his arms and then he's gone again. Shrugging his jacket on as Kirby watches him leave. He looks over his shoulder once as he goes, Kirby standing at the door, arms crossed, watching as Gator smiles at him before climbing into his truck and driving away with a little one finger salute.
Kirby watches him go, and tries to ignore the sense of worry blooming in chest. Tries to ignore the fact that it feels more like dread curling around his heart. Tries to ignore the sinking feeling that whatever it is, it's heading straight for Gator, and there's nothing he can do to stop it, or keep him safe from it.
He goes back inside, eats his lunch and smokes another half a joint. Then shuffles down the hall to his room. Kirby falls into their bed, pulls their pillow close, and sighs when they smell Gator's hair gel, the scent lingering on his pillow case. He holds it close, breathes Gator in, and drifts off to sleep hoping, and absently praying to a god he doesn't believe in, that Gator will be okay. That he'll be safe.
The nasty little voice that comes out to play when he's alone, and worried, or scared, whispers that he won't be, and there's nothing Kirby can do to change what's coming. He falls asleep frowning. Falls into the dark, and dreams of Gator screaming for help that won't come.
♤ Summary: Gator met Kirby through his old weed guy when he left town and left Kirby as someone Gator could go to for pot. He started hanging out there more, after the inital shock that is Kirby. Gator can't seem to stay away from them, and doesn't really want too. Kirby suggests a day at the lake so Gator can relax for a bit.
♤ Warnings: canon x oc pairing, nonbinary/trans oc, oc uses he/they pronouns, slight angst, brief mentions of drug use.
♤ a/n: i wrote this for @jozstankovich because they've been single handedly encouraging my writing of OC stories and because they've fallen in love with my little goblin boy and i couldn't be more flattered! Hope you guys enjoy it too! Reblogs and comments are cherished and loved! 💖🍒💖
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"Hey do they ever- ooow." Kirby rubs the back of his head, glaring at the open hood they'd smacked it on before moving their eyes to Gator.
"They ever let you have days off? You don't work like... seven days a week or some shit do you?" He asks, watching Gator's feet swing genlty under the tailgate he's sitting on. He scoffs, rolls his eyes, adjusts the backwards cap he's wearing.
"Course I get days off. Why?" His eyes narrow in suspicion. Kirby shrugs, whipes some grease on his overalls.
"Just wonderin. When's your next one? And doooo you have plans?" Kirby draws, points at Gator and waits, stares. Gator snorts, shakes his head, rubs at the back of his neck.
"Tuesday. I'm off Tuesday. Why you wonderin?" He asks, his lip tugged between his teeth.
"I just had an idea. Thought maybe you'd wanna come to the lake with me? Just have a chill day. Away from all'a," he gestures to Gator, their hand motioning to all of him,
"This. Just get away." Kirby shrugs, ducks back under the hood and starts tinkering again, tightening all the bolts he'd loosened.
"You wanna go to the lake? You fish or somethin?" Gator asks, Kirby hears him jump down from his little perch on the tailgate. Kirby snorts.
"Absolutely not. Too slimey. I just swim man. Swimmings nice. Keeps you cool. Sometimes there's turtles. You don't swim?" Kirby asks, talking and talking, rapid fire, like always.
"Sometimes. I guess." Gator's voice sound farther away now, Kirby lowers their head, looking under his arm to see Gator looking through the crowded fridge in the garage.
"Beer's on the left behind the ketchup." Kirby comments, looks back to his work, slips his wrench onto the last bolt and gives it a few tugs til it's nice and snug. He ducks lower than he needs too when he stands, making sure not to smack their head again. He shuts the hood and turns to find Gator holding out a cherry coke.
"Thanks." They nod, pop it open and take a swig as Gator does the same to his beer.
"What time?" Gator asks, not looking at Kirby, his eyes fixed on something over their shoulder. Kirby turns to look, doesn't see anything, shakes his head and turns back.
"That early? It's my day off man." Gator scoffs. Kirby rolls his eyes, wipes their free hand on their overalls again, trying and failing, to get the grease from between his fingers.
"Oh boo hoo. You don't have to come. I just thought I'd offer." He walks to the garage, tucks his tools into their places.
"I will be bringing some choice product with me. If that... influences your decision at all." Kirby looks over their shoulder, eyebrows high on his head as he watches Gator kick at the ground.
"I didn't say I wouldn't come. S'just early." He mutters, his boot twisting in the small divot his kicking had made.
"Oh. Well cool. Let's call it nine then. Let sleeping beauty get his rest huh?" Kirby teases, walks past Gator and kicks at his foot.
"Stop that. I'm trying to run a respectable business here." Kirby admonishes, Gator kicks back, Kirby dodges him, quick on their feet. Gator laughs when he nearly spills his cherry coke, his feet immediately tangling together after the smooth dodge.
"Alright. Nine it is." Gator bites his lip.
"You don't swim while you're high do you?" He asks, rubbing at the back of his neck again, eyes landing on Kirby briefly and then darting away again.
"Awww. You worried about me Deputy?" Kirby tilts their head, bats his eyelashes, his hand on his chest over his heart. Gator flushes a nice shade of pink and snorts, sniffs, wipes at his nose with an eyeroll.
"No. Just seein if I need to be prepared to carry your body out of a lake when you drown is all." Gator says, easy, still doesn't look at Kirby. He hasn't lately. Been looking at him. Won't meet their eye after he'd showed back up.
Ignoring Kirby for weeks. Until Kirby figured it out. Made a peace offering. And it worked. He understood now. He got it. Why Gator had run away. Kirby's beautiful , straight, deputy friend, was having some not so straight feelings about him. Or thoughts. Maybe thoughts and feelings. Kirby didn't mind either way. But he wouldn't push.
He'd just hidden a small stash of his best stuff in Gator's truck. Shot him a text. And hoped for the best. The best was Gator showing up a week later. Needing more weed, and not meeting Kirby's eyes. But he was here. And still joking around like they used too. So Kirby shoved down his own feelings, gave Gator cheap prices on good weed, and invited him to the fucking lake.
Kirby shakes his head, pulling themself from their thoughts.
"Won't be my body in the lake man. I'm a great swimmer." He says, immediately almost tripping over a stray peice of junk on the ground.
"Shit. That came outta nowhere." He huffs, finishes his cherry coke and tosses his can up into the air, aiming for the old, rusty, fifty gallon drum he uses as a trashcan. The can hits the rim and flips off to the side. Kirby huffs. Gator laughs.
"Right." He says, voice flat as he picks the can up, steps back a few feet and tosses it toward the can, it goes directly in, not even close to hitting the sides.
"Show off." Kirby mutters, glaring at him. Gator laughs again, loud and bright. And Kirby missed that. Shakes his head and pushes the thought away.
"So nine. Tuesday." Gator says, pointing at Kirby.
"Nine. Tuesday." Kirby echoes, pointing back. Smiling a goofy smile when Gator actually meets their eyes. Gator smiles back before waving and heading down the drive to his truck. Kirby waves after him, feeling giddy and light. And half not believing that Gator said yes.
They do a little happy spin, nearly tripping again as they do, hands slamming down on the tailgate Gator had been sat on. Kirby shakes his head at himself, rubs his hand over his hair, and rushes inside to take a shower.
They fall into bed that night nearly vibrating, knowing they wouldn't sleep well. Too excited for a silly little trip to the lake.
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The trip goes surprisingly well. Gator shows up at eight thirty despite his previous protests. Kirby drives them down. They grab breakfast on the way and by the time they reach the lake the sun is high and warm.
Both of them run for the lake immediately, tossing their clothes this way that, ending up in just their swim trucks, Gator laughing as Kirby shrieks and jumps of the small dock into the water.
Kirby's not sure how long they swim for. Just knows the sun moves across the sky as they talk and splash and shove each other underwater. They eat lunch. Sit in the back of Kirby's old van, their nest of pillows and blankets warm in the summer heat, but it's shady, and far enough from the water that the bugs leave them alone.
They're sitting on the dock when Gator asks,
"You really don't fish?"
Kirby makes a gagging sound, pretends to puke over the side of the dock.
"No way. Not for me." They shake their head. Gator nods. Seems to think about something.
"You don't hunt either I take it." He asks, one eye srunched against the sun as he looks at Kirby, his softened hair falling into his face. Kirby's scrunched face is all the answer he needs, he laughs, holds his hands up in surrender.
"Alright. Alright. Just askin." He sounds judgmental, but he's smiling soflty, looking into his lap.
"Do you like hunting?" Kirby asks, head tilting.
"I'm good at it." Gator says immediately. Kirby smiles, bumps their shoulder into Gator's, his skin, warm from the sun, still makes Kirby shiver.
"Yeah but do you like it?" Kirby repeats, kicking his feet in the water, he watches Gator's reflection shimmer and then looks at him. He's frowning, like he's thinking, Kirby waits.
"I- I dunno. I just..." he trails off. Huffs. Tries again.
"It makes me feel... accomplished. Cuz I'm good at it. It's something I do well." He says slowly, like he's feeling it out.
"But it's not just that. Hunting deer's the best. Because we use it. As much of it as we can. The meat. The hide. The bones. Ya know? I have this summer sausage recipe that just, fuck, it melts in your mouth." Gator looks at him, face all smooshed up and scrunched, party from the sun, partly like he thinks Kirby's gonna judge him.
"You make the summer sausage yourself?" Is all Kirby says, genuinely curious. And they know it's the right thing to say when Gator perks up, nods excitedly.
"Yeah. And we pair it with this cheese Karen makes and it's like, god, I can't even describe it. You gotta try it though." Gator bumps Kirby's shoulder with his.
"I don't have to like... be there for the hunting? Or the cleaning? Or any other terrifyingly gross animal killing ritual that you get up to before the food is made?" Kirby asks, their face all scrunched up now too, seconds away from adding a gag but Gator laughs again, really laughs, his head thrown back, the sweet sound rolling out over the water like the ripples their feet are making.
"It's not a ritual. We're not sacrificing animals." Gator scoffs once he's stopped laughing
"Aren't you though?" Kirby asks, voice low and disbelieving. Gator rolls his eyes.
"Seriously though. I'd love to try it." Kirby says, bumping their shoulders again as he sways side to side.
"Okay. I'll bring you some next time I come over." Gator says, his voice small, he sounds almost shy.
"Looking forward to some of your famous sacrificial sausage." Kirby nods, Gator growls at him playfully and shoves him into the water. Kirby comes up screeching, Gator throws himself in after them, both of them sinking under together, the water cool on their sun kissed skin.
~°~
Gator walks him to his door. He didn't have too, Kirby had parked next to his truck so he could just, head home. But he walks them up the drive, lingers on the doorstep. Kirby's chest is tight as he watches Gator sway from foot to foot, eyes on the ground, hands in his pockets.
"Thanks for comin with me today. I hope- ya know, I hope it was a nice day off for you." Kirby says, shoulders jumping and then settling as they linger by their door.
"It was nice." Gator says, voice quite. Eyes on the ground.
"Good. That's... good." Kirby lickes his lips, he doesn't wanna go inside yet, doesn't want the day to end. Even though the sun has been gone for hours now, the day has ended, but this hasn't, whatever it is. He looks up to the night sky, craning his neck to look for his favorite stars.
"Kirby?" It's barley a whisper.
"Yeah?" Kirby's head snaps back down, eyes on Gator immediately, and finds him looking back. And then he's leaning forward. A soft press of lips to his cheek. Gator's skin is warm against theirs, his lips a little wet, like he'd licked them nervously before making his decision.
He's gone as fast as it happened. Taking a few steps away.
"It was really nice." His voice is strained, Kirby wants to reach out to him. Can see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. But he doesn't, knows it will just scare him away.
"The nicest day I've had in awhile. And I-" his voice catches in his throat. Kirby frowns, watch him swallow with difficulty.
"I want- with you. But I-" Gator frowns now, his hands shaking at his sides, he clocks Kirby eyeing them and shoves them into his pockets roughly.
"I don't think- I mean-" he groans, low, frustrated, tilts his head back, turns away from Kirby and wipes at his face.
"It's okay." Kirby says, wraps their arms around their middle. Gator turns back to them.
"What?" He asks, lip wobbling, he digs his teeth in.
"It's okay. To want that. Ya know. But I understand. I mean I know- I know who your dad is and I get it. I understand." He nods, licks his lips, clears his throat.
"You can't. And that's okay. Ya know? I'll be here. For whatever. Anything you need." He takes a deep breath, looks to the sky again for a moment, lets Gator have a second to himself before looking back to him.
"Weed. A friend. Just a place to fuck around and not be under anyones thumb for awhile. A shoulder to cry manly tears on. I'll be here. For you. Just, whenever." Kirby shrugs, their throat feeling tight, even through the small tease, or maybe because of it.
Gator stares at them, for a long time. And then he's stomping forward, determined. He grabs the front of Kirby's shirt and tugs, pulls them to his chest, their lips pressed together firmly, for just a moment, before he pulls back, forhead resting against Kirby's, his eyes still closed from the kiss.
"I had the best fucking day with you." He whispers, tugs on Kirby's shirt again, desperate, and then he's gone.
"Me too." Kirby breathes, a whisper in the dark. Kirby blinks the tears away, his fingers pressing to his trembling lips as he listens to Gator's footsteps disappear into the dark.
They stand there for a long time, long after Gator's truck has driven away. Kirby stands on his doorstep, fingers pressed to his lips, and looks up at the stars, their eyes finding their favorites with ease. Two stars, directly above them, nestled next to each other, the mirror image of the freckles gracing Gator's cheek. They light the sky above his house as he finally goes inside. His chest trying to fight off the spark of hope threatening to ignite, theatening to set that feral thing in his chest on fire.
Kirby falls into bed, looks out the window and closes his eyes, presses his lips gently to the inside of his arm, and let's it burn.
Age: 25 - 30 - could be younger or older, depends on the fandom and situation.
Birthday: July 19th 1990
Birthplace: Oakland NJ
Gender: afab trans/nonbinary
Height: 5"3
Sexuality: Bisexual
Hair: black, but it's typically dyed or bleached, he keeps it bleached most of the time
Pronouns: he/they
Eyes: Green
Parents: none, he's a foster kid
Religion: no thank you. But they'd say Agnostic
Occupation: Mechanic, Drug Dealer, lives at and owns a junkyward/car garage. He fixes a lot of older folks' cars for good prices, and smokes some of them out, if they're into that. A suprising number of them are. Mrs. Abernathy made him some BOMB cookies once when they were high. Best cookies he's ever had.
Background: Grew up in foster homes and state facilities, moved around and eventually ran away and has been on their own since. Settled in Minnesota about a year ago (for Fargo au).
Phobias: spiders, cages/being locked inside places, being made fun of and not realizing it, mold
(Not So) Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping (just whenever, any time he can), weed, cherrylemon sour gummy worms, dark chocolate, wearing as little as he can get away with, stealing Gator's hats
Hobbies: swimming, painting, drums, watching old black and white monster movies, being annoying on purpose, fixing up old cars
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