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OMG I LOVE THIS!!! I’m so excited for all these requests! Could I please have Badtz-Maru bake a Gator tillman, fake dating, only one bed, argument and first kiss and first time with raspberry syrup?? Thank you bestie! 💞💞💞

𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑼𝒑!

One spice no smut Gator cupcake with fake dating, one bed, argument, first kiss and first time baked by Badtz-Maru! 1.3k sprinkles (words) have been added!

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You weren't sure what possessed you to ask Gator Tillman of all people to accompany you to your family gathering. But they had been asking you day in, day out when you would be bringing a boyfriend with you, your sister was married, your brother had his pregnant girlfriend, and they absolutely loved to remind you of it.

So, that led to now, with Gator standing next to you with a wine glass tight in his hand, and a fake smile plastered across his face as he spoke to your grandfather about crops. Of all things. Gator's hand lay on the small of your back. You hadn't asked him to do any more than accompany you, but he had taken it upon himself to act the part, he held your hand as he walked you to the front door, he guided you around the room with his hand on your back. He'd even made up an overly romantic story about how he asked you to be his girlfriend, one that involved chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne.

It was pissing you off.

It was beginning to feel less like he was acting the part, and more like he was making fun of you. Detailing all the romantic things that had never happened to you. Painting a picture of a life and a relationship that was out of grasp, just to rub salt in the ever growing wound.

“...If you think that was romantic, you should just wait till you see what I got planned for puttin' a rock on that finger.” He laughed, the noise was fake, but seemed to convince your father, who joined in with his laughter.

“Oh I ain't say that out loud, did I?” He grinned, winking at your father who shook his head and chuckled again.

He glanced down towards you as he noticed your shoulders tense, his fingers pressing into the small of your back as if to ground you, but it only made things worse.

“Excuse us.” You said, taking his hand and pulling him from the party, up the stairs towards your designated room for the night.

Your father smiled, and shook his head fondly. “Ahh. Young love.”

“The hell are you doin’?” Gator said, gesturing his wine glass that had miraculously kept hold of all of its contents as you dragged him up the stairs. His eyes locked on you as you slammed the door and moved to your overnight bag, lifting it and dropping it on the bed. Singular. It hadn't occurred to him before that your family would obviously expect you to be sharing a bed.

“You're getting on my nerves.” You mumbled, rummaging through your bag.

Gator's eyebrows furrowed, and he gestured vaguely, irritation flaring in his chest. “I'm gettin' on your-” he cut himself off and sucked his teeth. “M’here doin' you a favour, an’ you're gettin' all pissy about it.”

You glared at him, straightening up from the bed and crossing your arms. “Oh you're doing me a favour are you?”

“What else would I be doin'?” He gestured again with his wine glass. “Over here actin’ like you didn't ask me to come pretend to be your little boyfriend for the night-”

“Well I didn't ask you to embarrass me.” You cut in, swallowing thickly in the silence that followed.

“What are you talkin' about? I'm not embarrassin’ you?” His eyebrows creased further as he set down his wine glass.

“You're down there naming all this ridiculous romantic shit, when you damn well know I've never had any of that shit happen to me.” You snapped, your chest rising and falling a little quicker than before. Gator's eyes widened, his eyebrows softening slightly as you continued. “You're just going around spouting out all this… stuff that I'll never have. All this unrealistic, romance movie shit.”

Gator watched you, he didn't speak, just kept his eyes on you as you went back to unpacking your bag just so you didn't have to look at him.

“I mean… you think I'd have had to ask you to come do this if I had anything like that going on? Like, it's embarrassing for me. Being the only one without anyone, and then here you come, mocking me by being this, over the top, show off asshole.” You continued, forcefully throwing down your pyjamas on the comforter.

“I'm an asshole?” He asked, his mouth twitching at the corner as you finally looked up towards him. “That's hardly fair.”

“That's what you're gonna take from that.” You deadpan. He inhaled slowly, and stepped towards you, rounding the edge of the bed until he was standing in front of you. Close enough that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him.

“No. That ain't what I'm takin’ from that.” He murmured, lifting his hand to brush a lock of hair that had come loose during your aggressive unpacking back behind your ear.

His hand didn't drop, it lingered by your face, his knuckles brushing your cheek gently. Your heart skipped a beat, thumping irregularly in your chest.

“What are you doing?” You asked, the words coming out of you in a rushed breath.

“Was hopin’ you'd asked me for a reason.” He hummed, his palm resting against the side of your neck. “That after all those times you caught me starin’ across the pen, you finally got the fuckin’ hint.”

He didn't give you time to respond before he was leaning towards you, his lips caught yours slowly. They were rough, and chapped against your own. Your hands lifted to your sides uselessly as you inhaled sharply, finally closing your eyes as you registered the taste of wine, and tobacco, and something purely Gator underneath it all.

Your hands finally settled on his shoulders as he tilted your head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he backed you towards the bed. He fell down over you as you landed with a huff, all the air rushing out of your lungs. You giggled slightly at the noise you made, and in return, he let out a breathy laugh against your mouth before pulling back to look at you.

“You're still an asshole.” You muttered as you looked up at him, the few strands of hair hanging free from his slick back. He rolled his eyes.

“Ain’t ever claimed otherwise, sweet.” He leaned back down but you lifted a finger, placing it against his lips. He frowned.

“Still a whole party going on downstairs.” You said

“Fuck ‘em.” He said, leaning back in, but groaning when you pushed him back up again.

“Gator.”

“Fine.” He huffed, standing up and grabbing your hands to pull you up with him. “But we're makin’ proper use of this thing later.” He said, kicking the leg of the bed frame.

“Gator!” You scoffed, your eyebrows shooting up in shock. He grinned, and shrugged nonchalantly.

“What?” He said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “S’a big bed. Lotta room.”

“Oh my god, come on.” You groaned, tugging him by his shirt, he willingly followed you back down to the party, his hand against your back settling into something less practiced.

When the party was over, Gator had you pressed against the mattress underneath him, his lips and hands exploring your skin. Your legs around his waist, his breath hot against your neck. Your back was arched, your chest against his, his fingers in your hair as he kissed you deeply, pouring everything he hadn't been able to say into the kiss, into his movements, into the way his hands delicately skimmed you.

After, you lay against his side, his fingers twisting in your hair as his mouth rested against your forehead.

“I think I were a pretty good fake boyfriend.” He mumbled, and you let out a soft huff before lifting your head to look at him. He smiled as his eyes traced your face.

“You were alright. Six out of ten.” You grin, biting your bottom lip.

“Six?” He raised his eyebrows, sitting up slightly. “Nah I'm takin' that personally, sweet. I can do better’n six.” He said, rolling to hover above you again.

“Prove it.” You smiled again, welcoming his lips back against yours as he intended to do just that.

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❤️‍🩹 with Steve??

⋆.˚Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

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⋆.˚el talks: always down for some soft Steve! wc: 549

Steve’s mouth chased yours when you pulled back, sitting upright to pull off your shirt. His hands moved up your thighs where they were straddled over his hips, following the curve of your hips and waist as your skin was slowly revealed. His touch was light, his calloused fingertips skimming against your skin as if it were fragile, as if any pressure would taint the perfection of your skin. 

He reached up to smooth down your hair where your shirt had tangled it around your ears, his fingers cupping your head as he moved his thumb across your cheekbone, a soft smile on his lips and his pupils wide as if he was scared to blink and miss even a split second of the view of him above you. His smile faded slightly as your hands trailed down his shirt, your fingers running over the soft fabric before curling around the hem. Your eyes flicked up to his, noticing the change in his expression, the way that his eyes had widened slightly, his chest rising and falling a little faster than before, your brow creased.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, flattening your hands on his stomach, your fingers idly twitching in the fabric. Steve’s eyes flicked up from where he had been watching your fingers to meet yours. He cleared his throat, threading his fingers through yours, the touch a comfort to his racing heart. 

“I, uh.” He shifted his hips, holding onto your hands tighter to keep you from wobbling. “Just, have some shit going on under there.” He mumbled, his thumb pressing against your palm as if regulating himself through your pulse. 

“Steve.” You said, your voice so gentle it was almost a whisper as you pried your fingers from his hands to the hem of his shirt again. This time, he let you, watching as you peeled the fabric away from his skin, pushing it up towards his chest. The lifted shirt revealed marks that shone pink in the dim light, scattered around his torso. There were circular marks near his hips and chest, and lines across his waist, the hair scattered over his body hiding some of the scars, but highlighting others more. 

His breath hitched as your fingers moved to trace the lines, his eyes wide as if watching in wonder as you didn’t recoil at the sight of them. He stuck in place, paralysed with bewilderment as you shifted off his lap, and bent forward. Your lips brushed the scar by his hip, and he swallowed thickly, your mouth was soft against his skin, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. Every insecurity came rushing back, every time he had stood in the bathroom staring at his marred skin for hours, how he wouldn’t swim, or go to the beach anymore. How this was the first time he had let anyone see him, and you were being gentle with him, as if he deserved it. 

You lifted your head to look up at him, catching the way his eyes had turned glossy, and his smile was wavering at the corners. “You okay?” You asked, resting your cheek against his stomach. He gave a small nod, not trusting his voice to stay steady, watching as you continued to kiss the marks that littered his body.

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hi!

i love your headcanons !! i wondered if you could do something with the jkcu where its like them figuring out you have a specific thing turning you on like keys and his glasses for example… something like that !

⋆˖⁺‧ el talks: I love this, I got into this way too much, specifically Gator's 🫢 thank you for your patience on this I'm so sorry it took so long to get to, but I'm back in the mood for some jkcu so here we go 🌀

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Gator's thighs have always been something you've found attractive. Something about the thickness of them and how they look when he spreads his legs on the couch, leaning back with his arms folded. Usually you'd tell someone off for manspreading, but when Gator does it, you're all of a sudden absolutely fine with it.

When he gets himself a new accessory for work, a thigh holster for his gun, you almost pass out on the spot. He notices when you lift your head from his sheets as he's getting ready for work, your hair still a mess and the comforter slipping down your bare skin, and your eyes bug out of your head, immediately feeling the pressure in your gut.

He grins, because of course he does, walking over to the bed, his hips swaying arrogantly in the way they always do and he squats down by the side of the bed.

"You like that, huh?" He says, his voice is low and teasing as he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You nod, your teeth catching your bottom lip as you look down at his thigh, then back up at his face. He pulls your lip free with his thumb, and runs his calloused skin across it.

"You be a good girl and wait right here for me, an' I'll let ya have some fun with it later, yeah?" He says, leaning in so his lips ghost over yours, revelling in the way you've turned to putty in his hands.

Your roommate Keys is absolutely clueless. That's what drives you insane about him, he sits opposite you, having no idea about the torment he's putting you through by merely existing. You have to try insanely hard to focus on what he's saying, and not get distracted by his cushiony lips, or his perfectly messy hair, or the smart stuff coming out of his mouth, spouting words you can't string together.

But when he's eating, twirling his noodles around his fork and you ask him how his day was, he looks up at you, your eyes connecting over the brim of his glasses, and you lose your train of thought. The frames have slipped down his nose enough to make him look like a professor from one of your romance books.

He has to wave in your face to bring you back to the moment. "Hey? You alright?" He asks, his brows furrowing slightly as his voice softens.

"Mhm." You say, pressing your thighs tightly together as you shift in your seat. He narrows his eyes, but then blinks it away, and lifts his hand to straighten his frames.

Your hand is wrapped around his wrist before you can stop it, and he stops mid-bite. "Leave them." You manage to choke out, and his eyebrows furrow for approximately three seconds before they raise in understanding.

"Really?" He asks, a flush creeping up his neck.

"Uh-huh." You nod, and before you know it, he's across the table, your leg pulled up around his hip as his fingers thread through your hair.

Travis slams the washing machine closed harder than necessary, every time. But you've come to love the noise, because it alerts you that he's back from the gym, and you stick your head out of the bedroom to see him drinking from his water bottle in the kitchen.

Under the light, his biceps glisten with sweat, the roots of his hair are damp, and a droplet of water drips down his chin. But nothing beats the way that he smells. You make your way out of the bedroom and over to him, pulling on his shirt to bring his mouth to yours, taking in the scent of his natural musk, and his half-faded cologne.

He startles when your tongue brushes his, and your fingers tug his shirt up. "Mmph- babe-" he mumbles between kisses, "I should shower- first."

"Uh-uh." You hum against him, tugging his shirt up as you break away. "You smell too good, need you right now."

He doesn't resist, in fact, he helps you discard his shirt and cups your head in his hands. "I dunno about good- but I ain't passin' you up." He says, bending to pull your legs up around his waist so he can set you on the kitchen counter.

"Kurt? Can you get this for me?" You call from the kitchen, and Kurt is there in an instant, skidding slightly on the kitchen tile. He sees you pointing your spoon up at the flour, which is on the top shelf of the cupboard, just out of your reach. He doesn't even question why you're not using the little stool he bought you for this specific scenario, he's just happy to help.

Your eyes drop the second he lifts his arms, straight down to where his t-shirt rides up, giving you the full display of his happy trail. The line of coarse hair is dark against his pale, soft tummy, and leads down underneath the waistband of his boxers.

He grabs the flour easily, and holds it out for you, confused about what it is that you're looking at. His first instinct is to get a little self conscious, and pulls on the hem of his t-shirt as it lowers back down to the top of his jeans.

You ignore the flour in his hand, and use the spoon to lift his t-shirt back up to see the hair again. He looks down, his eyebrows creased as the wooden spoon grazes his skin, sending a shiver up his spine.

"Once this cake is in the oven I have thirty minutes, and I'm gonna fuck you. Okay?" You say sweetly, pushing up onto your toes to kiss his cheek before taking the flour out of his hand. His hand stays still, not dropping from where it was holding the flour moments ago.

"Uh-huh." He swallows thickly, nodding quickly as his cock already starts to stir, still in disbelief that something so small could turn you on so much. "Not gonna argue with that."

You're lying on Steve's bed, holding a magazine above your head, flicking through the pages until you come across an article that will help you decide whether you're more like Cyndi Lauper or Joan Jett. Anything to not look at the headache-inducing wallpaper that Steve has plastered all around his room.

The bathroom door opens and Steve emerges, his hair dripping from the shower, little water droplets clinging to his chest hair, and a towel wrapped low on his hips. He pads over to the mirror to grab his hairbrush, completely oblivious to the way your magazine is slipping from your hands as you stared at him open-mouthed until the glossy pages smacked into your face.

He turns to see you throwing it down and sitting up on your knees to watch the muscles in his back move as he pulled the brush through his hair. "What?" He asks, eyes flicking between you and the mirror, wondering whether he forgot to wash off some soap or something.

"You look good." You say, your eyes moving over the moles dotted along his ribs that lead down to the top of the towel. He scoffs, shaking his head.

"I look like a wet dog." He laughs softly, brushing his hair back.

"I feel like a wet dog."

He turned to look at you, his eyes wide and mouth open in disbelief, curling upwards at the corners. "What did you just say?" He asks, half-laughing.

You shrug, crawling along the bed until you reach the edge, and reaching out to grab the towel and pull him closer to the bed. He stumbles forward, still laughing softly. "Babe- I'm wet."

"Yeah, so am I." You say, pulling him down on top of you.

Baron gets a little too into his work sometimes, leaning forward with his elbows on the kitchen table, papers scattered everywhere, and his hair sticking up from where he'd been leaning on his hand.

You walk into the kitchen to put your plate in the dishwasher, and notice his tired eyes under the dim lighting hanging above him. He's wearing an old t-shirt and sweatpants, with his pen between his teeth. You head over, standing next to his chair and running your hand through the back of his hair. He sighs and wraps his arm around your thighs, his thumb trailing over your skin as he kept his focus on his work.

"Hi sweetheart." He mumbles, his thumb grazing along the back of your thigh just underneath the hem of your shorts. The gentle touch sends goosebumps trailing down your thigh, the little hairs standing on end. You lean your cheek against his head as your nails gently scrape down the back of his neck.

He notices the little shift between your feet as he brushes his thumb against your skin again, not turning to look up at you, but his eyebrow lifts in acknowledgement. He does it again, more purposeful this time, and immediatley clocks the hitch in your breathing, deciding that he's suddenly done enough work and shifts the chair back to pull you into his lap.

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💝 with Kurt please (ideally where they aren’t together and Reader surprises him with a kiss)

⋆˖⁺‧el talks: YOU GUYS MADE ME MISS HIM SO HERE'S THIS QUICK ONE! From this prompt, still accepting them if you want to send one in!

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⋆˖⁺‧Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

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“Hi guys, how's it going? Kurt from Kurt’s world here. A little different type of video today, I’m here with m- uh, my friend-” Kurt gestured awkwardly at you, clearing his throat before continuing, "and we’re doing this, uh, this taste- blind taste test.” He said, clumsily gesturing along the table that contained sauce bottles and jars wrapped in paper so he couldn't tell what they were, almost knocking one over in the process. You caught it before it fell, placing it back upright on the table as he laughed sheepishly. “You- uh, you ready?” He asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as if he was nervous to fully look at you.

“Yeah, sure.” You said, lifting the eye mask to place it over his eyes, feeling his breath hitch as your fingers brushed his ears. “Okay-” you said once the fabric covered his vision, “can you see me?”

“No.” He said, turning his head as if to check he couldn’t see out of the sides.

“You sure? How many fingers am I holding up?” You asked, lifting your middle finger up, knowing that would make him laugh when he watched it back.

“Uh, three?” He guessed, shifting in his chair as you reached for the first bottle, a chipotle barbeque sauce.

“Ooh. Close.” You said, squeezing the sauce onto a spoon and then lifting it to his mouth. “Okay, open.” You pushed the spoon past his lips as they parted, and he shifted again, like he wasn’t expecting it, even though this is what he had asked you to do.

“Oh.” He said knowingly, nodding a few times, “thats, uh, oh yeah thats the bar- the chipotle one.” He smiled as you wiped off the spoon, glancing at the camera before bringing your eyes back to Kurt as he licked his lips clean.

“Ready for the next one?” You asked, watching as he nodded, his lips slightly parted in anticipation. But you didn’t pick up a sauce this time, instead, you leaned forward. You hesitated slightly, but eventually brought your lips to his.

“Mmph!” He startled as your lips connected, shocked by your soft skin, and your hand lifting to his jaw, your fingertips brushing against his skin. “What’re y-” He mumbled, his voice muffled against your lips as you shifted closer. The movement made him realise that this was intentional, that you were kissing him on purpose.

His hand lifted to the eye mask and pulled it off, staring at you with wide eyes flicking between yours before grabbing your face and pulling your mouth back to his. His kiss was clumsy, like he'd never really done it before, but sweet all the same. When he eventually pulled back to look at you, you smiled, catching your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Sorry I ruined your video.” You said, looking up at him as his hands stayed firmly in place, as if now that you had let him touch you he would never stop.

“It's just a video. Hey, I- it might even get more views now.” He shrugged, waiting for a second before leaning back in, smiling against your lips now the shock had worn off.

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❤️‍🩹 with gator pls

⋆.˚Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

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⋆.˚el talks: ofc! I really loved writing this one! wc: 753 cw: reader has old sh scars, soft!Gator

As you stood in front of the mirror, you were contemplating your outfit once again. It was the third one that you had tried on, a white milkmaid dress that hung around your mid thighs with your favourite brown cowboy boots. The dress was pretty, especially with the braids you had put in your hair, hanging down on either side of your neck, resting on your shoulders. The only problem was that your thighs were exposed. It wasn’t something that you normally considered when dressing, but in this case, you were getting ready for your third date with Gator, and you hadn’t exactly explained the past to him yet, not beyond that you had a few rough years as a teenager. 

The scars were quite faded, it had been a long time, but the little white lines across your skin were still visible up close. Just before you could overthink it any longer, your phone buzzed. 

Gator: Outside, sugar x

You took a deep breath in, and walked out of your room, your boots clicking against the hardwood floor before you could change your mind. You locked your front door behind you and skipped down the steps as Gator removed his helmet, letting the mid-morning sun shine through his hair that you’d specifically requested he didn't slick back today. He swung his leg over his motorcycle to greet you, leaning down to place a deliberately soft kiss against your cheek as his hand pressed against your lower back, the leather of his glove brushing against the fabric of your dress.

“Hard to get on the bike with a dress like that, sugar.” He said, his voice a low, raspy sound as he straightened up, pushing his hair back before moving to the back of the bik to pick up a second helmet, one he’d bought specifically for you. Not that he would tell you that detail, and confess that he hadn’t had anyone to ride with before.

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” you shrugged, standing still as he lowered the helmet over your head, fastening the clasp underneath your chin, and knocking playfully on the side just so that you’d giggle, and swat his hand away. He dropped his hand to yours and curled his fingers around your palm, leading you closer to the bike. 

“Alright, just like you’re gettin’ on a horse.” He said, keeping hold of your hand as you climbed onto the back of his bike. Your dress rode up on your thighs as you straddled the seat, and Gator’s eyes dropped to the new bare skin visible. When you realised he was looking, and that his eyes were flicking over your thighs, clearly taking in each and every scar, you pulled the hem of your dress down to cover them again. 

His brow creased, and he looked up at you, his head was still lowered, so that he was looking at you through his lashes. Silently, he raised his hand and used his index and middle fingers to push the hem of your dress back up, watching your face closely for any indication that you were uncomfortable, but he saw no change in your expression. He dropped his eyes again, using the same fingers to trace one of the thicker scars printed on your skin. You swallowed, your eyes rapidly flicking between his fingers and his eyes, as if you could read his mind. 

Then, before you could speak, he dropped to one knee, leaning closer to your thigh to press his lips against one of the faded white lines. Your breath hitched, your thigh tensing under his lips, cold yet soft against your skin. His gloved hand slid round to the back of your thigh, as if holding it against his mouth. You looked around the street, wondering if there was anyone bearing witness to Gator on his knee in front of you, but there wasn’t a soul. After a long moment, he pulled back, and stood whilst pulling his own helmet back on. 

“Ready to go, sugar?” He asked as he stepped over the bike carefully, sitting himself in front of you, your heart still thundering in your ears as you realised he wasn’t demanding explanation, he was simply acknowledging, and moving on. You blew out a long held breath and nodded. 

“Yeah.” You said hoarsely when you realised he couldn’t see you nodding, and let him guide your hands around his waist before he turned on the bike with a loud rumble, and steered into the road.

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𖤐𝐣𝐤𝐜𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Female reader only, reader-insert only, established relationship, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, au's, headcanons, one shots, drabbles.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Ship fics, non-con, dub-con, incest, hard dom/sub, alpha/beta, male reader. I am female so I couldn't do the male reader justice.

I will give pretty much anything else a go, so even if you think it's too much, send it anyway and I might match your freak x

I try to get to requests as quickly as possible, but my inbox is currently STACKED so please be patient and I promise I'll get to it 🖤

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Last updated 12/06/26

⋆˖⁺‧Steve Harrington

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⋆˖⁺‧Gator Tillman

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