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nochiquinn · 10 months

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I don't think I know about the Alligator Thing!

you specifically almost definitely know about The Alligator Thing. BUT:

when I was a kid we used to spend a week every summer at the Stephen C Foster park on the Okefenokee Swamp. We'd fish, walk the trails, etc. One time when I was like 10? 11? we were standing on the boat ramp to fish. Now all a boat ramp is is a concrete slope going into the water so if you have a boat on a trailer you can just back it into the water. So we're standing on the ramp when I caught a fish. just a little bream, maaaaybe the size of my hand. H O W E V E R that fish was apparently already spoken for, bc when I reeled it up onto the ramp, an alligator came right up out of the water after it.

my mom starts dragging me backwards up the ramp, my dad's yelling GIVE HIM THE DAMN FISH bc I have a death-grip on my fishing rod for no reason other than I have a Freeze fear reaction, and my brother, 7 or 8 at the time, is the only one who did what the park rangers had told us to do, which is get off the ground and stand stock-still. So it went right past him, standing on the tacklebox he'd been using as a seat, and after me/my fish.

eventually someone on a boat in the lagoon saw what was happening and started stomping the bottom of his boat to get the gator's attention, and by some miracle it worked, bc it turned around and went back in the water (going past my brother again).

our best guess is that people fishing off the pier/ramp had been feeding the gators their catches, and it either recognized the act of fishing or our bait tubs (the worms were sold in these light blue containers; I don't know how well alligators see color). so yeah! don't feed the wildlife, it gives them Ideas.

#malaloba #if it had noticed my brother at any point this would not be a funny ha-ha story #there would have been absolutely nothing we could have done #I have also been in a boat when gators started bellowing and rippling the water #and one big-ass gator called One-Eyed George jumping out of the water #I should not go to wildlife parks is what I'm getting at #text

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trollcafe · 2 years

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im forcing myself to sleep now….help i made collyn as a fucking joke and now hes turned into something somewhat serious but also still funny

#chow.txt #hes shy…#his lusus was a dinosaur….he misses her he was such a mommys boy #he hides his face cos hes shy…#his jacket is warm and he doesnt like being a cold undead so he wears a jacket…#he has feathers in his hair and along his spine…fuzzy neck down his back…#he rumbles. and purrs. but it sounds like a gator bellowing.

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brainrotdotorg · 4 months

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imagine a dashboard for alligators. what do you think that would look like

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🍏gatoridae Follow

Controversial opinion. If you're doing nothing but eating meat, what are you even doing. Remember to include bugs, fruits, and legumes into your diet in order to help aid digestion of the meat that you get from snakes, fish, and mammals.

Just because we have the reputation for eating lots of meat, that doesn't mean we have to stick to it.

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counterpoint: fuit yucky

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wdym reputation of eating meat. i float lik ea log thats what im known for

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🌿swamp-ass Follow

asked dad if i could go and steal some Floridian guy's lunch and he said "we have prey at home" girl we have been doing shit ALL DAY i am an awesome 600 pounds and I need some meat left on me to deathroll with. let me get a quick snack that i don't need to kill mmmmmmm burgers I want people food soooooo badddd....... i know they shouldn't feed it to me but I have such a lovely smile oh please oh please give me your burger.........

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🥗aliali-seeyoulater Follow

mom says it was cold the season she laid me so i have to be a girl. because girls are always born from eggs laid during cold seasons.

cope and seethe mother first of all, second of all, the reason i am transgender is because you kept me too fucking snuggly warm in the nest.

#i guess if you wanted a daughter you should have. idk. made a shittier nest? #thats not really my fault man

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⛰fuckyeahhugesnout Follow

You'll never guess how I just learned that we have the honor of being the "loudest reptiles in the world"

🫑teethem Follow

Yeah yeah, the 90 decibel mating bellow, we've all heard it.

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we've all heard the what

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🩲gaytorrr Follow

this guy asked if i wanted to see his gator hole and i said fuck yes. why this boy take me into a 65 foot long hole in the mud at the bottom of the lake

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🏞daily-clawsitivity

✨Remember to take it easy sometimes!✨We thrive in slow-moving waters!✨Even though we can run fast, we get tired fast too-- it's okay to let yourself take breaks!✨Let yourself relax, that's how we made it this far as a species.

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Yeah, imagine telling your prehistoric great great great great great great great great great great grandpa or something to calm down and relax when he should be doing nothing but deathrolls. the longevity of the species should be your only goal. It's irresponsible to encourage your fucking species to fall behind even more than it already has? Have some pride, you're not a crocodile.

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jesus christ calm down

alidile-crocogator-deactvated20140709

Okay, this post has a lot of misconceptions in it. There aren't as many differences between crocodiles and alligators than you think. It's really harmful to think that we have nothing in common with each other. So what if they're carnivores and we're closer to omnivores, or their snouts are more U shaped while ours are V shaped. We're both badass miracles of nature that have no reason to be pit against one another all the time.

Don't listen to guys like this. It's just hateful and small-minded.

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crocs are like. like them shoes that float right

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i wish i was a crocodile because i could have a virgin birth and i wanted to see what it would be like to eat an immaculate conception.

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welcome to the no notes gator/croc discourse post.

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omg this is the post.... i can't believe i would see this naturally on my dash

🎍taildraggers Follow

Uh are we just going to ignore the virgin birth reply orrrrrrrrr

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gator heritage post

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lmao this idiot never learned how to use their tail to type

#/j lol yeah its kind of hard at first #actually i'd say cut your losses and forget how to type bring the laptop back to the dumpster its not worth it

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am i fucking stupid. i just learned theres another species of alligator other than just me and the guys in my swamp. and i said "oh wow I didn't know that! which one of the two are we haha" and my buddy just stared at me like I was a fucking idiot. how am i supposed to know if no one ever tells me this . WHICH AM I

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there are only 70-80 mature chinese gators in existence while there are 750,00-1 million mature american gators . do the math.

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i could have just hatched you don't know me.

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🍀gatortears Follow

a group of queer gators in church call that a congregaytion

#reblogging this one bc none of you appreciate me

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I'm seeing the no notes gator/croc post circulate again and ha ha yes it's very funny, but we are NOT starting gator/croc discourse in 2024. lets leave that shit in the past. i know that's not what the post really ended up being about but i am soooooo sick of it.

🌾clawstothewalls Follow

okay, so the one with a fetish for getting turned into handbags is gonna talk down to us now.

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Not to be a pedant but its Shoes Actually. It even says so in the name. Shoes.

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#this post was all an excuse to tell you alligator fun facts #i fucking got you dude. i got you

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joshlmbrt · 4 months

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You’re All I Need, But We Are Running On Empty. (g. tillman x reader)

【𝜗𝜚 warnings; all hurt, no comfort, this will not have a second part - i am very sorry, based on ‘six months in the sun’ by aly & aj - please listen while reading! if you don’t like gator, then … gator is a warning. sort of follows the story line of fargo (ex; gators black eye) but gator is just vague, he does get angry and grabs r - beware.

【𝜗𝜚 an; i do not know where i was going with this, i just felt like doing something. this was gonna be a steve one shot but changed my mind hehe.

‘TAKE ME ON A SUNDAY DRIVE, ‘CAUSE IT DOESN’T HAPPEN ALL THE TIME.’

THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT was on your mind, something that was telling you that there was something bad about to happen.

You finally realized what it was on Sunday, November 1st.

The sound of an engine pulling up at 12 in the morning makes your heart pick up, eyes shooting towards the door as the headlights shine through.

You pick up the remote, turning the television off before standing from the couch, the red blanket around your shoulders dropping to your feet.

You slowly tip-toe towards the door, peeking out of the window.

The door shuts, making you flinch and there’s a distant sound of gravel under someone’s feet. There’s a knock at your door then and you can faintly see smoke bellowing out into the cold air.

You sigh a bit, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

“You scared-”

“Go put on some warm clothes,” He shuts the door behind himself before pointing towards your pajamas. Your brows pinch together. “We are going for a ride. Need to think a while.”

Your eyes finally land on the forming black eye. A small, surprised gasp falls from your lips as you step closer.

“Honey, what. . . what happened?” You lift your hands, your palms landing on the stubbly cheeks but he’s pulling away.

“I’m okay. Just go put on warmer clothes and let’s go.”

You frown, arms dropping to your sides. You do as he says and soon, you both are in the car, driving with no where in mind.

He passes by the diner and you see the beginning of the sun peeking out.

Your head slowly turns towards as he pulls down a road cutting off from the main road and towards a small lake you both went to during the summer.

“It’s too cold to swim, ya know?” You attempt to joke, a small teasing smile on your lips.

His eyes cut over towards you before he nods, looking away just as quickly.

You frown, unbuckling as you shuffle closer. You reach out, grabbing his hand in yours, the soft pad of your thumb running over his knuckles.

You let out a small sigh, leaning forward and pressing your lips close to his eye. His eyes close softly and his head hangs low.

Not fully pulling away, your forehead rests against his shoulder, hand scratching at the back of his head, his hat and red sunglasses on the dashboard.

You then rest your chin on his shoulder, tilting your head slightly. You smell the blueberry scent on his breath.

“You okay?” You whisper softly. You place another quick kiss against his cheek. He shakes his head.

His head hurt so bad from the tears he was holding back for so long. He didn’t want you to worry.

He didn’t want to cry. Men don’t cry.

“Hey,” You whisper, fingers stopping and making his chest shudder a bit. Your other hand leaves his, coming up to rest against his cheek. Your thumb now traces a line across his cheekbone. “You can talk to me, you know that, right?”

He pauses.

“Right?” Your chest hurts at the possibility that he thinks he can’t talk to you when he needs to.

But he nods and you’re relieved.

“Then what’s the matter? Maybe I can-”

“You can’t help with this.” His voice wavers. He was doing something for his father.

Something bad. Something awful. Something he didn’t want to do and was slowly realizing just how bad it was. Especially what happened on the 31st of October.

You frown, hand sliding down to his neck. “You don’t have to find the perfect words if that’s what you’re afraid of, you know?” Your fingers start back at the scratching at his scalp, a small strand of hair falls from the gelled look. “Just tell me what you’re feeling. I’m here to listen.”

His watery eyes stare into yours.

There’s a part of him that wants to spill it. Spill everything.

His feelings. What he’s doing for his father. The overwhelming weight of worrying for you.

Your thumb traces the tear that quickly slips from his eye, and the pressure in his head is suddenly gone and he’s turning his head in shame.

“Don’t hide from me,” You shake your head. “You don’t have too. I’m not going to-”

His lips are quick to stop your words, his rough fingertips finding your jaw. His thumb next to your mouth, pulling slightly.

You’re confused, but slowly melt into the kiss, hand holding the back of his head.

The kiss tastes like blueberry smoke, a sweet soda, earth shattering, and something you know you’re going to miss.

Because Gator Tillman is about to break your heart.

He pulls away slowly, resting his forehead on yours. Both hands finally land on your face, tracing any where he can touch. “I love you,” He whispers. Your eyes slowly open, staring up into his. “But I can’t be with you. Not right now.”

Your head pulls away from his quickly. “What?”

“I can’t be with you right now,” He repeats. “It’s too dangerous.”

Your brows pinches and you shake your head a bit. “Gator. . . Why-why are you doing this?”

“I already told you. It’s too dangerous.”

“You didn’t think that when we first started dating.”

“It’s different now,” He clears his throat. “My dad needs me.”

“He always needs you!” You pull your face away from his hands, pulling away from his body. “Always! You’re always doing his dirty work! You are! And what for?”

He opens his mouth, but you answer yourself and him. “Because you want his validation! Not because you want to do it! You want his validation so bad, you will do anything for him to praise you.”

He grips your wrist, moving closer. You cower into the door, face contouring in fear. The grip he had wasn’t painful by any means, but if he wanted to, he could easily make it painful. Physically painful.

“Don’t ever speak to me that way about my father again? Do you hear me?”

Your nose flares and body shakes, staring up at the boy whose face showed no emotion. Your eyes burn with tears.

“When does he take up for you?” You shake your head. Your eyes dart down at his hand gripping your arm before you look back up at him. “Take me home. Now. I don’t want to be in this car with you any longer.”

He blinks a couple of times, eyes darting down and quickly pulling his hand away from you. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-"

“Take. Me. Home,” Your voice is raw. “I want to go home.”

He gulps, nodding and he slips back towards his seat, starting up the car. You turn your body from him completely, right knee digging into the door.

His eyes keep darting towards your figure and to the road again and soon he’s pulling into your driveway.

You’re already unbuckling, a slow ding, ding, ding! going off. He puts the trunk into park and Roy’s voice is echoing in the silence of the truck.

You huff a humorless laugh, shaking your head, opening the door.

He’s quick to reach out and you send him a look when his fingers brush your arm.

He thinks better of touching you, but says, “I’ll still be here when you need me. That will never change.”

You nod, eyes glancing at the house. You sniff as you dip your head down, tear tripping onto your pants. “Can I go now? Or are you going to say more lies?”

He frowns, watching as it leaves a small dark spot. “You can go.”

You nod again, slipping out and slamming the car door and make your way towards the door.

He still watches and makes sure you enter safely before pulling out of the driveway.

‘JUST GIVE ME ONE SECOND LONGER, 'CAUSE, BABY, I’M TIRED OF COUNTING ON YOU.’

【𝜗𝜚 thank you for reading! comments, feedback, likes, & reblogs are always welcomed, encouraged, and deeply appreciated! ও

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman fic #gator tillman angst #gator tillman #joe keery x reader

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balloonboyismyson · 8 months

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Montgomery Gator x Reader (oneshot)

After the Pizzaplex burnt down, Monty tells you he misses his guitar, so you make one!

(~1k words) SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR RUIN!

You and Monty have been tail in tail ever since you told him your feelings. He really didn’t like you at first, so much so that he actually had tried to fight you a couple of times. He hated your niceness and took it as competition. When he finally let his reason for hating you slip, you told him why you’re so nice to him. It was like a switch flipped in him, and he’s been your number one supporter through everything since.

It’s been a rough adjustment on his part, going from the huge Pizzaplex to this one floor small home. The fire was rough, but everyone was found and brought here to be fixed up. It seems Monty was usually a lone-wolf kinda guy, and being shoved together with 5 other animatronics really fucks with him.

He never really spoke about his life in the ‘plex. He seemed bitter towards it, so you never pressured him to talk about it. The others were much more open, but you made sure to never ask them about Monty. You never wanted to break his trust.

After a few months, he felt a bit more comfortable with you- enough so that you learned about him some. You learned he used to be a bassist for the band he was in, and that he was the replacement for someone else. He seemed so… angry, yet, warm, talking about playing the guitar.

He said his guitar never felt like “his,” no matter how much he played it. He ended the conversation quickly after that, and was somewhat quiet the following days.

You decided that you wanted to do something nice for him. You were no bassist, hell, you’d barely even touched a guitar, but you felt like you had enough knowledge to try.

So for the next two weeks, you worked. You went out to the woods in the back of the house and scavenged for any parts you could find. The only thing you had on you was a knife, but you made it work. You found fallen trees and used them for parts, taking their bark and branches.

You spent most of your time in the shed outside, trying to see if you could make something, anything that could play a tune.

It took a couple of drafts, but at last, you were able to make something decent. The hardest part had to have been the strings, but you made it work.

Finally, the guitar is playable and has pretty good structural integrity. Is it a bass? That you are unsure of, but it sure as hell is a guitar.

It is a wooden guitar that is fairly boxy with a very naturistic feel to it. You place the guitar down and close your eyes for a moment, getting yourself ready to finally give it to Monty.

As you open the door, everyone is on the couch, and floor, talking. They are all laughing and having a good time, except for Monty. He seems rather sunken into the couch with his mouth snapped shut.

You walk up to him and look at him, and he slowly looks up at you. His face gets brighter when he sees you and gently grabs your hand and places a kiss onto it. Your face heats up and you giggle a little. “Hey, Rockstar. What’re you up ta?”

You smile at him, “I have something for you!” His eyes open a bit in surprise, “You know you don’t gotta do nothin’ fer me. I’m happy jus’ bein’ wit you.” You can’t help but place a kiss upon the bridge of his muzzle, but motion for him to stand anyway.

He shrugs and gets up, allowing you to lead him outside. The day is beautiful with the sun high in the sky, and the heat of the afternoon makes monty bellow in bliss. Even though the animatronics can, hypothetically, come outside, most of them choose not to. It is risky, so if they do, it’s typically at night. However, you can’t wait for nighttime to show him, you are much too excited.

The two of you make it to the shed, “So this is where you’ve been.” You don’t react to the comment, just quickly open the door. “So, I’ve never done anything like this before, nor have I even been close to anything like this before, but I wanted to do something nice for you.”

You pick up the guitar and turn around, showing off your creation to Monty. His eyes go big, and his tail tucks in between his legs. “Wha- what is this?” He goes to reach for it, but backs off at the last second, leaving his hands floating in mid-air. “Wh-where did you get this?” You smile again, “I made it!”

“You wha!?” His eyes bug a bit more at you. “Ya made this!?” You nod, gently placing the guitar in his hands. “I know it’s nothing like a real guitar, and it probably is nothing close to a bass, but…” you look at his face and through his sunglasses, you see water streaming down his cheeks. “Monty?? What’s with the tears!?” You nervously cup his face and you can feel him shaking.

“Did you know ‘bout this? My guitar?” you cock your head at him, “I’ve never seen your guitar, I-I’m really sorry if this isn’t what you wanted-”

“NO!” He abruptly yells. It catches you off guard, but he quickly speaks again. “No no, this… this’ perfect. I’ve never seen a more beautiful guitar.” His voice is cracking with each word, and he gently hugs you. He cries into you for a while, and you smile and hug him back.

“I’ve missed havin’ my guitar. Thank you so much, Rockstar.” You kiss his cheek a few times and you two stand there in the grass, rocking back and forth in each other’s arms. The only sounds you can hear are the birds, the trees, and the soft thump of Monty’s tail repeatedly hitting the ground.

#Monty Gator x Reader #Montgomery Gator x Reader #monty x Y/N #Monty x Reader #Security Breach #five nights at freddy's #Five nights at freddy's Security Breach #fic #oneshot #ruin spoilers #ruin dlc spoilers #Monty Gator #montgomery gator #monty fnaf #monty five nights at freddy's #monty sb

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sadhours · 2 months

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scumbag blues • dead end friends

gator tillman x f!oc

previous chapter • masterlist

cw: 18+ minors dni, violence, masturbation, roy, sex work

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Working the ranch after a gnarly night of drinking at for the faint of heart. Gator pukes about ten times while he’s out there, five of them when he’s shoveling shit. Roy looks as happy as a clam. The few times he sees Gator working, he laughs and claps him on the back, bellows out a bible verse Gator ignores. Works harder when he’s angry though. Takes his frustration out on the labor. Makes his body tired by the end of the day.

As he showers, his sick mind imagines strangling Daisy ‘til her face turns blue but it shifts. He’s still choking her but she’s smiling, that pretty cock drunk expression on her face while he mercilessly pounds into her pussy. Can fucking hear the squelch of it and Daisy’s pornographic moans. His dick fills out despite himself, he punches the tile of the shower wall ‘cause he’s so pissed at himself. Of course his anger towards her would facilitate itself as sick and twisted horniess. Imagines slapping her face and pulling her hair but in his mind she cries out in pleasure, begs for more and writhes in the sheets. Because she would, because he’s seen it a hundred times. Daisy loves it rough, loves being told she’s a worthless slut, that she’s addicted to his cock, she’d babble agreements. She’d cum all over his cock.

Gator wraps his fingers around his base, squeezes tight as he clenches his eyes shut. Flashes of Daisy in the many positions he’s put her in, folded up like a pretzel and he tries to remember the way her pussy feels, all wet and clenching around him. Gator spits down on his shaft and spreads it with his fist, tries to recreate how Daisy feels but it ain’t as good. He can picture her face all fucked out, drooling and crying about how good it feels. Pictures her tits, same ones he swore were fake the first time he seen ‘em, bouncing in time with his ruthless thrusts. What makes him cum is imagining her cumming on his cock, crying out in pleasure and calling him daddy. Spurts white, thick ropes on the tiles. Eyes clenched tight while he catches his breath.

What she’d said to him the night before floods his thoughts. Sends Gator spiraling. Has him planning on visiting the evidence room and then heading to a big empty field, artillery packed tight. Shooting at shit usually makes him feel better. Gator considers that maybe getting some other pussy might suffice. Daisy ain’t the only hooker in Stark County. But she is the prettiest. Probably the cleanest.

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Daisy’s folding sheets when the bell chimes. She’s wearing a delicate floral dress, white with navy flowers and her hairs tied up in a haphazard bun, allowing the air from the fan to reach her sweaty neck. Housework days are the worst. She wanders out of the back room to the front desk, not surprised to see Roy standing in the lobby. Hands in his pocket and a smile that says he’s privy to what she said to Gator the night before. But she knows Gator didn’t tell him, she’s a little worried. Hopes Gator is okay, but Roy wouldn’t be smiling like that if Gator hurt himself.

“What happened to your door?” Roy asks, looking smug as can be.

“Your son happened,” Daisy raises an eyebrow, “I gotta replace that. Lord knows how much that’ll cost.”

Roy pulls out a stack of cash, lays it out on the desk and smiles, “That ought to cover it.”

“Sheriff— I, it feels wrong,” Daisy sighs, looking down at the money. “I really shouldn’t accept it.”

“It’s a gift,” Roy says, “Be rude of you not to.”

Daisy picks up the bills and tucks them into the lockbox, sighing. She opens her mouth to speak but Roy interrupts her, “A token of my appreciation. Whatever the hell you said to him sure as day worked.”

“I banned him,” Daisy says, “Told him he couldn’t have my pussy even he offered a million bucks.”

She isn’t sure why she’s bragging, but she wants to impress Roy, wants him to really know she did a good job. Because it was hard saying that to Gator, even if his cruelness inspired it.

“Well, I ain’t seen him clean the stables that good since he was a kid, so it worked,” he taps his fingers against the desk.

Daisy blurts it out before she can help herself, “I care for Gator. I don’t like hurting him. Hell, Sheriff, I’d quit this shit in a heartbeat if he wanted me to.”

Roy’s face hardens, anger clouds his eyes as he looks at her, “My boy’s not gonna marry an impure woman. Now, if he’d been only sucker to defile you, that’d be a different story. But that ain’t the one we’re in, and I know that if I pay the right price, I could get an hour with you in one of them rooms. And the lord don’t take too kindly on that, so I won’t, but the sin runs deep in your veins, girl. And, God almighty would smite me if I allowed that into my family. So, Daisy, cut your losses. Don’t you go fantasizing about that possibility, ‘cause it won’t ever be one. Gator’s my only son, and he’s barely useful at that. You tainted him enough, but you will never taint him more than you have. And I’ll make sure of that.”

Daisy’s throat tightens as tears fill her eyes, she fantasizes about the possibility of Gator on his knees for her in a god honoring way more than she’d like to admit. If she thinks about it too much, she’ll come to the realization she’s in love with the fucker and Roy’s just spelled it out loud and clear that he won’t allow it. So she can’t daydream too much. Knows it’s a god damn pipe dream anyways. Gator don’t love her, never will because she knows this is the ideals he grew up with. Looks at her as damaged goods never worthy of a ring. And it’s the smack in the face she needed.

“I understand,” she swallows the lump in her throat, “Thanks for stopping by, Sheriff. It’s been a real pleasure.”

“A real one, I’m sure,” he rips his hat at her because he saunters out. Leaves Daisy stunned, tears in her eyes as she tries to forget about all the real pleasures she’s had with Gator. Sure she’s had them because she’s in love with him.

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“Daisy,” Daphne smiles, red hair blown from the wind as she steps into the lobby. Her skin is kissed with sun, her cheeks filled with cheer as she skips into the space between them. Wraps her arms around Daisy’s waist and pulls her tight against her, squeaking out an “I’m in love!”

Daisy smiles, hugging Daphne back just as tight. Thinks to herself that she’s also in love, but she’s gotta move past it. Hates that in the two weeks since Roy’s last visit, all she can think about is her feelings for Gator. Hitting her like a damned semi truck. Making work difficult when she’s closing her eyes, picturing the deputy beneath her just for the men to ask her to look at them. Hates that her mothers distant voice is in her head, telling her to keep it together. She ain’t raised her to fall for a client so easily.

“Daphne, you been gone three years, I sure as shit hope you fell in love,” Daisy mumbles as she squeezes her best friend. “Tell me about the lucky fella.”

“Sean,” Daphne gushes, hands wrapping around Daisy’s elbows as she pulls away. “We met on the mission. He’s an actor.”

“An actor?” Daisy smirks, “Shit, we got so much in common already!”

Daphne rolls her eyes but her smiles genuine, dreamy even. “We’re engaged.”

“You Christian’s move so quick,” Daisy teases, guiding Daphne to the couches in the lobby. “Is he sexy?”

Daphne squeals, hands rushing to her face as she stomps her feet in excitement, “The sexiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“He ask your daddy?”

“The night we got in, at dinner,” Daphne extends her hand to show Daisy the rock.

“Oh, fuck, he’s loaded, ain’t he?” Daisy’s eyes bulge as she inspects the ring.

“That don’t matter,” she waves her hand but her eyes tell Daisy everything she needs to know. “I lost it to him.”

“You harlot!” Daisy scolds sarcastically, “How was it? Worth the sin?”

“So worth it, first two weeks we couldn’t stop, I was so dehydrated,” Daphne admits, squeezing Daisy’s knee.

“Ain’t so bad, huh? I always said, you gotta try it to see if it’s worth spending the rest of your life with,” Daisy grins, though her mind slips to Gator. Can’t imagine better sex. Can’t imagine a better man to wake up next to and her makes her heart hurt. Daphne’s quick to catch it.

“Gator?”

Daisy sighs, “Sheriff’s paying me not to see him. I haven’t had an orgasm in so long.”

Daphne frowns then, “You like Gator so much, why let Roy in the way?”

“I don’t like Gator,” Daisy says sternly, eyebrows furrowed.

“Daisy,” Daphne scowls, “You and I both know that ain’t true. You had a crush on him since you were thirteen, and then, what, you’ve spent the last five years gushing about him. You can’t lie to me, babe.”

“I love him,” she admits, the first time out loud. Sounds ashamed when she says it ‘cause she is. “But the sheriff really don’t want us together. And I ain’t about to wind up in jail just ‘cause I love that man. It ain’t worth it. Imagine what my daddy would do without me— god forbid, he knew what I was doing here.”

“I’m just saying,” Daphne starts, “maybe this life is worth leaving behind if Gator means so much to ya.”

“Gator wouldn’t marry me anyways,” Daisy admits, “His daddy wouldn’t let him and really, last time I saw him I banned him from the Inn. Motherfucker punched the damn glass on the door. Trashed my client's car.”

“Would he do that if he didn’t want you so bad?” Daphne challenges, “Gator’s just as sick with love as you, darling, he’s just gonna be too stubborn to admit it first.”

“I miss him,” Daisy confesses, “Not even the sex part, I just miss being around him. He made me feel something, ya know?”

“I do know,” Daphne smiles, squeezing Daisy’s knee, “I’m not running from my something. You shouldn’t either.”

Daphne’s right but Roy’s scarier than the truth.

#gator tillman #gator tillman x oc #gator tillman smut #gator tillman x original female character #gator tillman x original character

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lace-coffin · 3 months

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Hello, if your requests are still open, I would like a Montgomery Gator x autistic reader. Reader is having a hard time and gets overstimulated by the noise going on in the Pizzaplex. Maybe Monty thinks the reader is mad at him because they are “ignoring” him, but they are actually just nonverbal and Monty doesn’t know. Angst with fluff at the end, please?

With love, Anon

Love you to anon! Mwah!

Montgomery Gator x overstimulated autistic!gn!Reader

Montgomery Gator x Autistic!Gn!Reader

Requests are closed! (For now)

Not gonna lie like 90% of this was just me projecting how I feel on bad sensory days lmao

The pizzaplex was one of your favourite places to be, you knew the layout like the back of your hand despite how large and winding it was. Since starting your relationship with Monty you’ve probably spent more time here than home.

This didn’t save you from getting overwhelmed however. Yes you loved the plex like a home but it was so much all the time. Bustling crowds mostly made of up noisy excitable children and their exasperated parents, fluorescent lights on full blast overhead and music/announcements blaring from the radio system.

You knew it was one of those days as soon as you cracked your eyes open, you’d been fighting the blankets all night, pissed off as soon as they touched you, ending up sleeping naked only under a single blanket even if it wasn’t weather appropriate. You’d played some music softly as background noise to help as you got dressed and ready to head to the plex. You shut that down promptly. The noise irritating you to no end.

Today was a safe clothing day, nothing restricting or clingy/warm, you already didn’t want to be in your body right now, let alone feel the clothing on you. The wait for the bus was uncomfortable, sitting in one place and counting down the minuets until you need to leave the house, stuck in waiting mode. The longer you sat the more apparent your clothing came. You rehearsed what you were going to say to the driver in your head until the bus arrived.

The actual bus ride was uneventful, slipping on your headphones and playing music just loud enough to cover the background noise.

Walking into the over glorified mall made you want to puke. It was the complete opposite environment you wanted to be in right now, but you really wanted to see your partner. You switch over from your headphones to ear defenders quickly, in your opinion if you can still hear the music over your defenders then it’s up to loud, fazbear. Adjusting your lanyard you read over the badges again. “Please don’t touch me or get to close” “I struggle to make or maintain eye contact” “I’m autistic, please be patient”

After flittering through the plex as fast as you can you beeline to Monty’s green room, ignoring the burning stares of people wondering why another guest is just waltzing into an off limits zone.

“Hey pipsqueek!” Monty bellows as you enter, raising from his sofa and tugging you into a tight hug. Usually this is welcome but right now it just raises your hackles. You don’t let it show, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “Hey big guy!” You muster up, albeit quietly. As you pull back Monty eyes over your lanyard, specifically the “please don’t touch me” badge. “Oh shit! My bad cher” he rubs a large scaly hand over the back of his neck and apologises. You wave your hand in dismissal.

“You still up for that bowling date?” He asks coolly, trying to hide his excitement. In all honesty you aren’t, you don’t want to do anything but lay in the dark and quiet, but you came all this way and you can’t bare to see the disappointment on his face if you turn him down. You give him a nod and a forced smile, it’s not that you don’t love spending time with your boyfriend, it’s just you don’t have the spoons right now.

Regardless you let him lead you to Bonnie bowl, nodding along to his rambling on the way, you let Monty grab your ugly bowling shoes, knowing your size off by heart by now. You wait in the assigned lane, flexing and unflexing your hands.

You smile and say a quiet thank you as Monty hands you to the shoes alongside your favourite flavour of slushy.

The first round is enough to get you agitated and anxious, the noise of the pins clacking harshly against the lane is obnoxiously loud. This added with the sound of other families chatting and the bright lights it’s a nightmare. Not to mention the mix of smells coming from the food stand making you nauseous.

You guess it had been a while since you stopped talking, bowling on autopilot and sitting back down until it was your turn again. You knew Monty had tried to talk to you but it wasn’t getting through properly, so hard to focus on what the gator was saying over your other senses being clogged. Eventually Monty pulls you to once side, concerned.

A worried look settles on his features, you swear you could see a little frustration under them to. “Are you made at me? Is it something I did? Because you’ve been ignoring me all evening and I’m sorry if I’ve upset you but I need to know what I did to be able to apologise.”

Your eyes widen in realisation and you flap your hand at him, signalling to give you a second. You rifle in your tote bag for a moment and fish out your phone, unlocking it and pulling up the text to speech app. Monty looks at you confused as you type as quick as you can, after a minute an automated voice rings from the phone. “I’m having a bad sensory day, it’s nothing you’ve done and I love spending time with you, I just feel overwhelmed and tired”

Monty’s face softens at this, relieved you’re not angry at him and that he’s not the cause of your discomfort. The larger leans to cup your face but remembers at the last moment. “Oh uh- can I touch you, cher?” You give a small smile, appreciating him asking first and nod.

Large hands cup your face gently. “I wish you had told me earlier cher and I would’ve gotten you outta here, no worries though, I’m proud of you for telling me pipsqueek.” You type for a moment more. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be a nuisance and ruin our date” you avoid his eyes.

Monty frowns and shakes his head. “Hey, none of that, you’re never a burden for having a bad day, doll. I love you even when you don’t feel good, remember that.” You nod and type again. “Love you too big guy, what now?” Your boyfriend chuckles and jerks his head toward the exit. “Wanna head back to my room? We can set the lights low and just sit in eachothers company, no need to talk”

You could cry from how sweet and understanding he is sometimes. You happily agree and make it back to his green room, spending the evening curled in your weighted blanket on the sofa, lights dimmed and star projector on. Monty is curled in a separate nest of blankets on the floor beside the sofa, letting out soft bellows as you run your fingers through his hair.

#montgomery gator x reader #montgomery gator #fnaf security breach #fnaf #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #writing #my writing #autism #autistic reader #autistic writer #neurodivergent

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m43d4y · 17 days

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I love when people make art of Hank purring but to me he doesn't actually purr like a cat...

That mf BELLOWS.

YOU'RE CHILLING AND THEN SUDDENLY YOU HEAR 🐊🐊🐊🐊🐊🐊🐊🐊 FROM DOWN THE HALL.

THAT SHIT WAKES THE WHOLE HOUSE UP, NO ONE IS SLEEPING AGAIN.

#doc cuddling him only to hear 🐊🐊🐊🐊#madness combat #madcom #hank j wimbleton #madcom hank #madness combat hank

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technicalgator · 5 months

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I fuckin’ love meshed together taxidermy like this.

Kinda wish I did something like this with the first deer mount I got from my first buck kill. Woulda been waaay cooler.

#I especially love the first one #so cool #imagine bagging a deer and coyote and just goin to a taxidermist and be like #‘i wanna combine these two into one mount :)’#idk as a taxidermist i’d see that as a fun challenge #I considered and still wanna be a taxidermist #i just really wish i had someone to teach me it vs learning from youtube or something #i wanna learn more than just step by step #wanna get that experience and life stories too y’know?#also i dunno if i should put any like content warning tags so lemme know if i should tag it anything specific #so that the people who don’t wanna see this stuff can avoid it in the future #taxidermy #taxidermy deer #deer taxidermy #deer mount #gator bellows

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 7 months

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I don't know if this is in your wheelhouse, but this noise is amazing and I wanted to check it was okay? I assume it wouldn't be tolerating the camera being that close if it was distressed, but always good to check. And I wanna see if you knew what it was doing??

https://www.tumblr.com/ampervadasz/728970514792595456/unmute?source=share

Link for everyone - that's an alligator bellowing.

Alligators bellow for a lot of different reasons, but the main thing is they use bellows to communicate their size. This is important because it lets other alligators know how big they are and if they're worth a fight or would make a nice potential breeding partner. The alligator in this video might be responding to other gators in the area, but it's more likely actually a response to someone getting in their territory and all up in their face with a camera. A bellow can mean "hey, dude, I don't wanna turn this into a fight, but you need to back off." It's always smart to assume an alligator bellowing is feeling territorial and you should leave them well alone.

Because this apprently needs to be said: do not get this close to an alligator, especially one making this noise.

#ratings #dangerous #crocodilians

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 7 months

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ok ok ok. some iterations of croc have the external teeth (idk how else to explain that, but you likely get what i mean) and i feel like he would completely freeze up if you went in for a simple cheek kiss. so can we get the big guys reaction to a few impromptu kisses?

"Only teeth" Arkham Killer Croc x Reader

I 100% know exactly what you mean. I'm gonna go for Arkham games croc because he specifically has those!

TW: mentions of cannibalism (brief)

Waylon is rough around the edges and the teeth are a visual indicator of that. Along with, you know, everything else. He's used to people being scared shitless of those teeth. Thinking how they could grind and crunch in them. Thinking of people he's devoured with them.

He doesn't expect you to get all kiss-kiss with him often because of it. It's not shame, just... Why would you want to? Lots of other ways you two can express affection without getting his teeth involved. Unless you like feeling his teeth on you ;)

When you kiss him that first time, off to the side, just where his teeth end to his cheek- he pauses. Did you mean to kiss his jaw and just went in too close to his mouth? He might even move his head.

Oh what, you meant to do that... Huh. He can't remember the last time anyone kissed him around the mouth area. Even when he still had lips, it'd been a while. Once those were gone- He's had to roll with more fucked up punches before in his life.

All of this is processing in his skull after he's realizing you wanted to kiss his teeth. There's some complicated feelings there. Partly, a reminder of how his condition is getting worse. Partly, the fact that you seem to accept him despite this. You might even ask him if that was okay, given his silence and troubled expression.

"Yeah. It's. 's fine." His voice rumbles low, "Do it again." When you lean in to kiss him, soft and longer against his teeth, he hums. That sort of gator bellow he does when he's pleased echoes in his chest. Even if it's not his skin, even if he's not feeling it the same way- it's... Something about it feels human.

He'll never ask you to do that. No, he can't ask for things. He takes them or he goes without. And he won't take from you, not like that. you'd be scared of him, wouldn't you? So he'll wait to see if you do it again. And when you do, he freezes in thought. His eyes close.

The best he can do in return is boop his closed teeth to your forehead or neck. It's a gesture that speaks of safety. Something so close to that fragile skin that could kill you in an instant. It reaffirms that something in him is still a person, despite everything. You remind him that humanity isn't a waste.

#Killer croc #waylon jones x reader #arkham killer croc #foxwriting

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ash-arts-a-thing · 8 months

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When he’s happy he bellows like a gator, too bad he isn’t very happy tho

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4]

#Pikmin #olimin #captain olimar #saggitarius #Libra

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iron-rose-art · 2 months

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Chance Meeting

Context, Reader works at Daycare and was leaving the plex now that their shift was over. They saw a rowdy kid being too rough on a certain gator and their parents weren't around. Although the reader is tired, the reader couldn’t stand by and not say anything to the kid, especially when you know that the animatronics aren’t really programmed to tell a kid to back off. One thing led to another and it shouldn’t be a surprise that a kid that thinks he’s allowed to do anything has a parent that lets him do anything as long as it doesn’t disturb them.

Monty x Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is tired and has to go full Fazbear Inc. customer service mode on a parent

Read on Ao3 too if you wanna

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“Ma’am, Fazbear Entertainment has full rights to escort you out of the premises for being discourteous in our plex. We ask of you and your family to be respectful to our star members.” You pointedly say with a trained smile on your face. You know the woman’s fuse was on a short timer, a few seconds away from having a meltdown over you telling her kids to act at least somewhat civil to the animatronics.

“HOW DARE YOU!” She bellowed out, her face getting red as she pointed a manicured finger at you.

Yup.

There it was.

You’d would find some humor in her overreaction if you weren’t so tired from your shift.

“You do NOT get to tell me what to do!” She aggressively poked at your chest. “I should call your manager! He’ll get you fired for talking to me like that!”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and scowl at her, instead standing straight with your feet planted and tipping your head to the side with the same polite smile on your face. “We take customer service seriously here at our Pizzaplex. We also do not allow harassment of workers, it is a serious breach of contract of our terms of services.” You reply back with a calm voice. You can hear the murmurs of the people around you noticing the one-sided screaming match, no doubt your co-workers and managers will hear about this tomorrow. Great.

“I don’t care! I paid to be here and you were the one to ruin it for me and my family!” She jabs you again hard enough to make you take a step back. You clasps your hands in front of you, partially to keep your hands still and partially to give a bit of space between you two.

“If you are dissatisfied with our service, you are more than welcome to file a claim to our customer service office. If that claim is revised through camera footage,” you point to a nearby camera, “audio files, and witness testimony and is deemed as false, you hold a chance of being banned and blacklisted from the Plex. Permanently.” She opens her mouth to retort but you step forward and motion to a nearby Security Bot. “If that is something you wish to avoid, alongside paying for damages done to company property, I strongly advise you to leave for the day.” You watch as she narrows her eyes at you, her gaze flickered from looking at you, behind you, to the security bot and back at you. She scowls but steps back, glaring at you while the security bot starts to guide her to the entrance.

You feel bad for how tight she is holding her son’s hand as she walks away. He looks more embarrassed than her for being told to leave.

“Thank you for your patronage and we hope you have a Faz-errific Day!” You say in your best impression of the bright daycare attendant and wave with a cheery customer service smile as they leave. Once they were far away and the crowd around you lost interest, you turned around and heaved a sigh. Another day, another shitty parent like that.

You open your eyes and freeze when you see the giant animatronic you forgot had been behind you and was the whole reason you were dealing with that mom. Your eyes trail up as you take in the green scale pants, the broad yellow and green torso, the sharp teeth and finally the red eyes behind the star sunglasses.

You look up at Monty and give him an apologetic look, suddenly aware he had been quiet the whole time. “Um, sorry for uh, stepping in like that. Just y’know I’m not really a fan of uh, bratty kids and entitled parents.” You shrug and wave your hands in front of you before fiddling with the collar of your shirt to resist the urge to clear your throat and apologize more. Monty was staring at you unblinkingly, his jaw open enough for you to see a hint of tongue behind sharp teeth. There is the faint sound of a motor whirring but you figure it’s just a noise from somewhere else in the plex.

You stare at him as he stares at you.

Now you’re definitely wishing you were in your car and on your way home. “Do you um, do you need me to call Parts and Service to check if anything-”

“You were able to handle a piece of work parent and now you’re nervous?” You would be a liar if you denied jumping a bit from hearing him finally talk. You were wanting him to talk of course, but it still caught you off guard. Especially with his voice being deeper than you thought. And he has a southern tilt to his voice box, odd but it’s fitting. He had an eyebrow raised and you realize it’s better to focus on what he asked than think too hard about his voice.

You feel your face getting hot under the scrutiny. This isn’t how you thought your first meeting with any of the Glamrocks would go. “Uh, I mean I deal with shitty parents that don’t actually want to parent their kids all the time so…” You shrug and mumble before you can think better of it. You lean back when he throws his head back as he laughs out loud. It’s a nice laugh to hear; sure it’s rough and gravely, it’s loud, but contagious and so wholehearted that it has you laughing along to the situation as well.

This really is where your life led to isn’t it? You can tell a mom to back off like you’re a lawyer but as soon as you need to talk to a seven foot tall robot gator you forget how to speak. Poof. All ways of talking go out the window. It’s so ridiculous the only thing you can do is laugh. And you can’t find it in you to care if it attracts attention from the crowd this time. It takes a minute before he exhales and makes a motion of wiping away non existent tears from his eyes.

“And you’re cussin in front of me! I could tell on ya if I wanted to y’know. That ain’t very family friendly.“ He cocks his head to the side as he grins down at you, the southern drawl in his voice deepening as he speaks.

You snort as your own laughter dies down to giggle. “I doubt The Montgomery Gator would tell on me for cursing on the job.” You look up at him, his own toothy grin mirrored back by you. You don’t know when you moved closer to him over the short conversation but you’re not feeling the urge to step away just yet.

“You’re not wrong.” He snorts and nods to your shirt as best he can. Or at least you think that’s what you think he was doing. “You sure aren’t what I expected from a daycare worker, y’know?” You look down at the bright lettering of the SuperStar Daycare Staff name tag still clipped on your shirt. With all the ruckus that happened, you completely forgot to take it off once you clocked out of your shift.

"Um, thanks." You weren't quite sure how to respond to that but you figured it was a compliment. You eye up the dented casing on his lower arm. "Are you sure you don't want to call Parts and Services to get that checked out?"

“Nah, m’ handler will check that out when I go down there in a few. You look,” he tips his head to the side as he pauses for a second, “tired, you shouldn’t you be going home now?”

To prove his point, you feel a yawn crawling its way up. You instinctively raise your elbow to hide your yawn and nod at him once it passes. “Yeah, definitely should be on my way home. Hopefully you won’t have to deal with any more shitty parents today.”

“I doubt it.” He says with a chuckle.

“Good good.” You wave at him while you start walking away. “See you around then Monty, have a good night.”

“Goodnight Superstar, don’t be fighting any more parents if I’m not around, you hear?” He lowers his sunglasses to wink at you as you walk away.

You scoff and roll your eyes but still smile at that. You give him one last wave while you make your way to the entrance, fishing out your car keys from your pockets as you leave the plex for the day. You think about the times the little kids at the daycare would say that Monty was scary, but from that little interaction you had with him, you realize he might not be as bad as people make him out to be. You feel a soft smile on your face as you drive home. Hopefully you can run into him and talk to him some more tomorrow, preferably under better circumstances.

What you don’t know you missed is the same gator watching you leave with a fond and curious look on his face, also looking forward to bumping into you while you work.

#montgomery gator #monty gator x reader #reader insert #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #rose writes #self ship

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