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chapter 6. âRight Hereâ
cw: roy is his own warning, verrrryyyy angsty
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Roy found them before sunrise.
The house was quiet in that uneasy, in-between wayâtoo early for noise, too late for real sleepâand it made everything look worse than it was. Violet curled into Gatorâs side, her head tucked against his chest, one arm draped over him like sheâd forgotten where she ended and he began. Gatorâs hand rested lightly on her arm, like even in sleep he hadnât wanted to move.
Roy didnât speak right away.
He just stood there, taking it in, letting the silence stretch until it felt intentional.
âGator.â
Nothing.
He stepped closer, sharper now. âGator.â
Still nothing.
His hand came down hard against the back of the couch.
âBoy.â
Gator jerked awake, breath catching as his body tensed on instinct. ââWhatââ
Violet stirred too, blinking slowly, confused, her voice soft and rough with sleep. âWhatâsââ
Roy didnât let either of them settle.
âYou wanna explain what Iâm looking at?â
That woke them up.
Fully.
Gator shifted immediately, careful but quick, easing Violet off him as he sat up straighter. âShe fell asleep. We were studying.â
Violet pushed her hair back, trying to orient herself. âYeah, weâuhâfinals.â
Royâs eyes moved between them, slow and deliberate, like he was deciding what version of this he believed.
âLooks real academic,â he muttered.
Gatorâs jaw tightened. âIt was.â
Roy held his stare another second.
Then jerked his head toward the kitchen. âIn here.â
Gator stood without arguing.
Violet watched him go, her chest tightening in a way she didnât understand yet.
â
She didnât mean to listen.
But the house carried sound too easily.
âYou think Iâm stupid?â Royâs voice was low, controlledâthe kind that made everything underneath it feel worse.
âI told you what happened,â Gator said. âShe fell asleep.â
âAnd you just let her?â Roy shot back.
âWhat was I supposed to do, throw her off?â
âYou were supposed to keep your head on straight,â Roy snapped. âThat girlââ
âSheâs not a problem,â Gator cut in.
âShe is a problem,â Roy said, sharper now. âAnd you know it.â
A pause.
Heavy.
âYou got responsibilities,â Roy continued. âA job. A reputation. The Tillman name. You donât get tangled up in something messy because you feel like playing house on a damn couch.â
Gator exhaled slowly. âItâs not like that.â
Roy stepped closer. âThen what is it?â
Gator didnât answer.
Because every answer he had sounded worse out loud.
Roy nodded once, like that silence told him everything he needed. âThatâs what I thought.â
Another pause.
Then, quieter but colderâ
âYou fix this before it becomes something you canât walk back from.â
â
The ride to school felt different.
Not tense, exactlyâjust careful. Like they were both aware of something and trying not to touch it.
Violet kept her eyes on the window, watching trees blur past.
Gator kept his hands steady on the wheel.
ââŚYou okay, Ace?â he asked after a while.
âYeah,â she said too quickly.
âYou donât sound okay.â
âIâm just tired.â
He nodded, but didnât push.
They didnât talk about Roy.
They didnât talk about the couch.
They didnât talk about anything that mattered.
â
By the time Violet got to lunch, the silence had turned into something else.
Something heavier.
Lottie noticed immediately.Â
âYou look like you didnât sleep,â she said, sliding into the seat across from her.
âI wish I hadnât.â Violet muttered.
âOh?â Lottie leaned forward slightly. âWhat happened?â
Violet hesitated.
âI accidentally fell asleep with Gator on the couchâŚRoy found us.â
Lottie blinked. âOn the couch Vee? Kinky.â
âNot like that,â Violet said quickly. âWe were justâstudying. And I fell asleep.â
Lottie raised an eyebrow. âOn him?â
ââŚYeah.â
âWow,â Lottie said. âOkay.â
âIt wasnâtââ Violet started, then stopped. âIt doesnât matter.â
âSeems like it matters to you,â Lottie said.Â
Violet picked at her food, not really eating. âItâs just⌠weird now.â
âWeird how?â
âHeâs acting like nothing happened,â Violet said. âLike it didnât mean anything.â
Lottie studied her for a second.
ââŚDid it?â
Violet didnât answer.
Her silence said enough.
Lottie leaned back slightly. âSo what, you just⌠wait around for him to figure it out?â
Violet let out a small, bitter laugh. âNo.â
âThen what?â
She shrugged, but there was something sharp underneath it. âThen I donât make it a thing. Clearly itâs not one to him.â
âThat doesnât meanââ
âIt does,â Violet cut in. âIf he wanted it to be something, it would be.â
That settled it in her mind.
Or at least, thatâs what she told herself.
â
Gator didnât go straight home after dropping Violet off.
He sat in the truck for a minute, engine still running, hands still on the wheel.
Royâs words kept replaying.
You fix this.
You donât get tangled up in something messy.
He knew what Roy meant.
And the worst part wasâ
He wasnât wrong about the risk.
Violet wasnât simple.
Being around her wasnât simple.
And the more he let himself feel it, the harder it was getting to pretend he didnât.
So he made a decision.
Not a good one.
Just an easy one.
Distance.
â
At the station, it came up without him even trying.
A woman from town stopping inâolder than Violet, closer to him, steady in a way that didnât ask anything complicatedâstarted talking to him while he filled out paperwork.
âYou look like youâve got a lot on your mind,â she said casually.
He huffed a small laugh. âSomething like that.â
âWell,â she said, leaning lightly against the desk, âyou could use a distraction.â
He glanced at her.
Simple.
Easy.
No history. No tension. No almosts.
Was nothing like her.
ââŚYeah,â he said slowly. âMaybe I could.â
âDinner?â she offered.
He hesitated.
Just for a second.
ThenââYeah. Sure.â
Because if he could make himself want something easierâ
Maybe the rest would fade.
â
Violet wasnât supposed to see.
Thatâs what made it worse.
He picked her up from school like usual, same time, same routine, like nothing had changed.
âIâve gotta stop somewhere,â he said.
âOkay,â she replied, distracted, flipping through her notes.
He pulled up in front of the diner.
And thenâ
She saw her.
The girl was already outside, smiling when she spotted Gator, stepping closer before he even got out of the truck.Â
Violet stilled.
ââŚOh,â she said under her breath.
Gator stepped out, walking over, his posture shiftingâsubtle, but there.
Relaxed.
Easy.
The girl touched his arm like it was normal.Â
Like sheâd done it before.
Violet watched the whole thing through the windshield, her chest tightening in a way she couldnât ignore.
Of course, she thought to herself. Of course he would.
Because why wouldnât he?
Someone his age.
Someone uncomplicated.
Someone who didnât come with baggage and arguments and late-night breakdowns on the floor.
Someone soft.
Her fingers tightened around her phone.
Heâd never pick me, she overthought, almost without realizing it. Why would he?
By the time Gator got back in the truck, sheâd already shut it down.
Locked it up.
âYou good?â he asked.
âYeah,â she said quickly. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
He hesitated.
ââŚAlright.â
â
That night, she didnât avoid it.
Not completely.
âSo,â she said, leaning against the kitchen counter while he grabbed a drink. âYouâve got a date.â
Gator paused. âItâs notââ
âItâs fine,â she said quickly. âYou donât have to explain.â
âI wasnâtââ
âIt makes sense,â she added, shrugging like it didnât bother her. âYou should.â
âShould what?â
âDate someone like that,â she said. âSomeone better.
His expression shifted slightly. âBetter?â
âYeah,â she said. âNot⌠complicated.â
Silence stretched between them.
âYou think thatâs what I want?â he asked.
She met his gaze for half a second.
Then looked away.
ââŚIsnât it, Gator?â
He didnât answer.
Because he didnât know how to.
Because the truth wasnât simple.
And that hesitationâ
That was enough.
Violet nodded once, like sheâd expected it all along.
âCool,â she said. âGood for you.â
She turned and walked off before he could stop her.
â
The next day, she made her own decision.
Not because she wanted to.
Because she needed something to prove to herselfÂ
If he could do itâ
So could she.
âHey,â Carter said, catching up to her in the hallway. Varsity football captain. Total douche.
âYou going to prom with anyone?â
Violet didnât hesitate.
âNo,â she said, plastering a fake smile onto her face. âBut I could be.â
He grinned. âYeah?â
âYeah,â she replied. âPick me up at eight.â She added, patting his bicep as she slipped into English class.
It felt wrong.
But it also felt like control.
Like she wasnât the only one waiting around for something that might never happen.
â
When Gator heard about it, it didnât come from her.
It came from someone else, a juvenile in the station. Had some weed in his bag. Was babbling about school.
âMonroeâs going with Carter.â The kid murmured, âThatâs one hot girl out of the question.â
Gator stilled.
ââŚWhat?â
âProm,â he clarified. âLooking for a date.â
Something in Gatorâs chest tightened.
Hard.
He didnât say anything else.
Just nodded once.
But the thought stuck.
Carter.
That guy.
And suddenlyâ
The idea of her with someone else didnât feel so distant anymore.
â
That night, the tension was worse.
âProm?â Gator said, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen.
Violet didnât even look up. âYeah, Iâm on prom court. Kinda have too.â
âWith him?â
âWith someone,â she replied. âYouâve got your date, Iâve got mine.â
âThatâs not the same.â
âWhy not?â she shot back, finally looking at him. âBecause Iâm not allowed to move on too?â
âYouâre notââ he stopped himself.
âNot what?â she pressed.
He didnât answer.
Because he didnât have one that didnât give him away.
Violet let out a small, humorless laugh. âYeah. Whatever.â
She pushed past him, shoulder brushing his just slightly.
âDonât worry,â she added condescendingly. âIâll be careful.â
The attitude hit different than it usually did.
Because nowâ
He knew exactly why she was acting like this.
And it messed with his head more than he wanted to admit.
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Summary: Rumi offers to let Mira try her ice cream. Mira wants to try something else.
Rating: E
Pairing: rumira, polytrix
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a) write some headcanons for yellowjackets characters and pairings. (if you want this pls req!!!)
b) get back into oc stuff and post more about that.
c) more travis x readers as thatâs lowk what got me my followers on my other accounts - i have like 5 of you here lol

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