#djoaholic

thankyou for requesting for this story! i’ll be taking other requests for gator and reader during the pregnancy. i know this is around midway through but if there’s some requests where you’d still like early pregnancy blurbs then i’ll still write it ofc

3- Three fuckin' seconds

part one & part two

It was a few months later, there wasn’t much communication between you both but when there was, you could tell he was trying. he was still extremely conflicted with the whole situation, he didn’t want a child, never wanted one. he knew he wasn’t born to be a dad, he was born to take orders and protect those who needed protection. but at the same time, whenever he thought too hard about you and the baby.. he felt stuck. it was his baby after all.

he was currently driving home from a shift, he got off earlier than usual so it was only around 8pm.

just as gator thought about it all again, his eyebrows furrowed as he spotted a familiar figure walking on the sidewalk. he slowed the truck, studying the person more closely before his eyebrows raised slightly in surprise as he realized it was you. this was unexpected... he hadn't seen you in person for a while. his eyes darted to the bump of your belly, more prominent than before which made him feel a rush of things that he quickly buried deep.

he pulled over to the side of the road and rolled down the window, calling out gruffly, "hey."

you turn around, immediately recognising the voice and wipe under your eyes with a soft sniffle. "oh.. hi.."

his eyebrows furrow slightly when he sees your slightly red eyes and pink nose. "you cryin'?"

"no.." was all you said and he immediately called bullshit. he let out a low sigh before jerking his chin toward the passenger seat. "get in." his tone was rough, but there was no real bite behind it.

you hesitated for a moment before slowly opening the passenger door and getting in, your movements slow and slightly unsteady.

gator watched you quietly as you buckled yourself in, his eyes flickering over your face. he was silent for a moment before clearing his throat and asking gruffly, "why you cryin? do i gotta get involved?"

you quickly shake your head. "no, it’s fine.. i’m just being over emotional i guess. yknow, pregnancy stuff?" you sniffle again, looking away from him.

the sound of you crying tugged at something deep within him. he let out a rough exhale, hands gripping the wheel tightly. "over emotional about what? the weather? traffic? what." it was a lame attempt at a joke.

the emotions flooded back as you spoke, voice sounding thick with tears. "just a man.. kept asking me questions ab—about me.. and the baby.. i—i told him to leave an—and he just yelled in my face."

his jaw tightened, anger flaring up unexpectedly. he knew it was probably just some random guy on the street, but the thought of anyone yelling at you—especially a pregnant girl—made his blood boil. he kept his voice gruff as he muttered gruffly, "a man started bothering you? just some rando on the street?"

you didn’t respond, instead nodding as your lip quivered slightly. a million different scenarios rushed through his head, each one worse than the last before he settles on one he finds most important. "he touch you?"

you thought back, "just my shoulder.. he—he was drunk. had a drink in his other hand.."

his voice was taut as he ground out his next question, "what'd this guy look like?" he needed information on this man. now.

"i don’t know.. tried not to look at him. he was scary." you admitted.

gator let out a low curse, frustration and anger simmering just below the surface. his eyes flicked over to you for a brief moment, taking in your tear-streaked face. he didn't like seeing you this way—especially since it was because of some goddamn bastard. and even more so that you tried not to look at him because he was scaring you. "you gotta give me something more than that," he muttered gruffly.

you breathe a shaky inhale, "i—i don’t know.. he had a white shirt.. an—and a chain.."

gator listened to your description, his mind working through the vague details. "a plain white shirt?" he pressed, hoping for any kind of defining feature. after you nod, he motions to the path. "you mean that guy? walkin’ right there?"

your eyes widened slightly. just by gators expression you knew what he was thinking. "gator.. dont. there’s so need to do anything.. can you just drive me home?"

gator's shoulders tensed at your pleading tone. he knew you didn't want him to make a scene, but his protective instincts were flared up now. he couldn't just let some random dumbass get away with yelling in your face—not when you were pregnant, with his baby. "that jackass yelled at you. i ain’t just lettin' him get away with it."

you shook your head quickly, your face paling in realization. "n—no, don't do anything. please. i’m just being dramatic..."

his expression hardened "bullshit. you're not bein' dramatic." he said gruffly. "no one should be yellin' at you. especially not when you're pregnant. especially not some drunk fuckin stranger."

there’s a pause as he takes a breath, "i ain’t gonna hurt him bad, okay? just gimme a minute.." he didn't wait for you to respond. the second he saw the guy up close, his blood boiled and he slammed the car door shut. he didn’t even say anything at first—just walked right up to him. he was in his uniform too, the guy knew he was talking to a cop. "the hell you think you're doin'. yellin’ at a fuckin' pregnant woman like that?"

the guy looked up in surprise at the sound of gator's voice. he was clearly caught off guard, but he quickly attempted to play it cool. his gaze flicked down to gator's uniform, and a sneer appeared on his face. "what’re ya talking about man?"

he bristled at the guy's attitude, his expression hardening. "don't act dumb, jackass. i saw you yellin in the girl's face—a pregnant girl. what the hell did you say to her to get her so worked up, huh?"

the drunk bastard had the nerve to smirk at that, his beady eyes flickering with something between defiance and panic. "she was askin' for it," he slurred out, gesturing vaguely toward you in the truck. "just tryna make some conversation then the bitch started talkin’ back to me like some smartass. told her she can go an' fuck hersel—"

gator didn't let him finish.

his fist connected with the man’s jaw before he could even blink, sending him stumbling back into a parked car. "you got three fuckin seconds to scram the fuck off," he growled, voice low and dangerous, "or i swear to god, you ain't walkin' outta here on your own two feet."

the guy stumbled back, cradling his jaw as he stared up at gator in a mix of shock and fear. the police badge reminded him to not go further. "a—alright, man.. i'm goin'." he rasped out, starting to back away.

gators expression stayed hard as he watched the man retreat. he then turned on his heel and walked back to the truck. you just stared at him with slightly widened eyes, not sure wether to run, or to thank him. "c—can you take me home now? please?"

he wanted to say something—wanted to apologise for scaring you—but he didn't know how. "yeah," he muttered gruffly after a beat of silence, "i'll take ya home." he turned the key in the ignition and pulled back onto the road.

part one

summary- you tell gator the news. and he sees baby for first time🥹

warnings- text messages between reader and gator, no y/n, mentions about abortion, asshole gator, kinda soft gator at the end, proofread but i’m also dyslexic so like be cautious idk

you’ve not seen gator in a few weeks, you were a little annoyed at him but you got over it, got back to work, and all was fine. it’s not like you were friends with him anyway, would have no run-ins, hopefully no contact.

it was then around a month after that last night with him that you noticed something. late period— which never happened to you, ever. and altogether just feeling a little off.

you sat on the edge of the tub, staring at the test in your hands like it might change its mind if you wait long enough. the silence felt too loud, your pulse thudding in your ears. you count the lines again, even though you already know what they mean. your stomach drops, disbelief and fear flooding over you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. not like this. not with him. maybe it’s a false positive? you thought.

you were proved wrong by another test.

two days later, you’re already in bed, waiting for sleep to take you under. until your phone buzzes. then again. then again.

Gator T

| hey

| hello

| need yiu right now

you ignore it.

| come ovwr

| or ill come to you

| no gator

| stop texting me

| miss feelin ya

| are you drunk?

| a little

| how much is a little?

| a lot

| but i domt care. why you been ifnoring me the past month?

| because

| why?

| because i want space

| what

| soo this hookup thing is done?

| yes. it has to be

| but why

| just forget about it gator.

a couple minutes pass as you sit there guilty.

| gator can you meet me tomorrow? when you’re sober?

| remind me

| can barely see shit rn

the next morning, you get a phone call from Gator. "y’said to meet ya?" his voice sounded a little grumpy, or maybe that was his normal.

"yeah.. are you at the station today?" you earn a small hum from him. "until when?"

"uh.. 'till late.. gotta do somethin' with my dad soon.. come before we go?" he suggests. you agree and prepare yourself before heading to the station. within the next 30 to 40 minutes, you’re at the station and entering his office. "sooo.. why’re ya here?"

"don’t sound so mad, gator.. you were the one calling me last night so we could hook up." gator rolls his eyes at that, clearly not happy with that comment. "why’re you here?"

you take a deep breath, "u—uhmm.." is all that comes out at first, biting your lip slightly before swallowing hard.

gator's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "spit it out," he groaned, but there was an edge to it now— a little bit of fear for whatever was so important that you had to come to the station to tell him about. "what the hell is goin' on?"

"i’m pregnant."

gator froze. the words hit him like a physical blow, his entire body going rigid. his mouth was shaped in a small 'o' before any sound actually came out. "…oh… uh… who’s the lucky guy..?"

your face contorts in confusion. "are you joking? who do you think?"

he blinked, his brain struggling to catch up to what you were implying. it took a moment for the realization to dawn on him— or maybe he just couldn’t accept it. but when it surely clicked in his head, it was like a sucker punch to the gut.

he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process the information. "…holy… no, there ain’t no way.. you took a test? d—did you piss on the thing right?"

you actually wanted to just slap him square in the face. he’s so stupid. careless. "it’s a pregnancy test, gator.."

gator grumbled, feeling both stupid and frustrated—not just with himself, but with you, too. "yeah, I know that," he muttered, his eyes narrowing. "but those things can be wrong, ya know." god, he was praying for it.

"three of em?"

his face fell. three tests? there was no way they all could have been wrong. "three? really?" he asked, his voice sounding uncharacteristically small. he slumped back in his chair, rubbing at his forehead. a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind at once, each more chaotic than the last. "it can’t be mine.. who else have you—"

"no one.. for the past what, year, its only been you."

gator's jaw clenched, his face twisted in disbelief—then anger, then something else entirely. "fuckin' hell," he breathed out harshly. "you really tryna say this is my kid? 'cause I ain't raisin’ no goddamn baby."

ouch. that kinda stung.

"are you serious?" you just stare at him. he could’ve at least let you down gently.. but just refusal from the start. it hurt. he didn't even bother to mask the coldness in his tone. he'd never been a soft man, and he wasn't about to start now.

"oh, i’m dead serious. i ain't no daddy material, sweetheart. ya oughta know that by now." he pushed away from the desk and stood up, his jaw tight with tension. he stood infront of his desk and leaned back onto slightly, arms crossed over his chest.

"just like.. i dunno? get rid of it?"

"what? no! it’s my baby, gator. what if this is my only chance?"

gator scoffed, waving a dismissive hand, his eyes cold. "only chance?"he barked out a laugh, bitterness lacing every word. "you're young enough to snag a new guy by next week. hell, ya could go right now down to the bar down the road and pick the first guy that smiles at you." he was still standing there, but there was a distance between you now—physically and emotionally.

"and that.. thing.. it ain’t even a baby yet.."

you looked at him, half hurt, half glare. "i don’t care.." your voice was small, fragile.

his expression softened, just a bit, as he saw the hurt in your eyes. he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "hell, woman, don't look at me like that.. I just don't wanna be a father."

"ya know I'm not cut out for that sorta thing, right? I mean, christ—I can barely take care of my damn self. I can't be responsible for a child. and what would my dad say? god, he’d fucking kill me if he found out.. i’m so fucked..—"

"stop talking about your dad like i give a fuck right now…” you snap. you’d just told him you’re carrying his baby but he’s standing there worrying about what his daddys gonna think.

"you got me pregnant, gator.." your voice breaks slightly.

he flinches at the snap in your voice, a flicker of guilt passing over his face. "Jesus, i'm sorry, alright? i didn't—i mean, i thought you were on the fuckin' pill.."

"i told you i wasn’t, and that you had to pull out.. but you didn’t!"

gator's face flashes a mix of embarrassment, and then defensiveness.

"yeah, i said i tried.." he argued back half-heartedly. "i didn't think that would actually.. I mean, the chances of that actually making a freakin' kid are slim, right? I just… I didn't think.."

"yeah, you never fucking do." you huff, arms crossing over your chest

gator clenched his jaw at that, feeling the sting of truth in your words. "damnit, i don't know what ya want me to say here, woman," he snapped, the frustration boiling over. "ya think i asked for this? wanted a damn kid?"

"and you think i did?!" you spat, arms throwing in the air angrily. he was so stupid. you wonder what crossed your mind that made you think sleeping with him was okay in the first place.

for a second, he didn't have an answer. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before finally, his voice came out quieter—almost defeated.

"…no," he admitted grudgingly, "obviously i ain’t thinkin’ ya did either."

there’s a beat of silence where you both just look at each other. neither knowing what to say, or how to feel.

"didn’t think you’d wanna be involved anyway considering youve never committed to anything in your life." you took a deep breath when you felt the anger creeping back into your tone. "just.. thought you should know.." the hurt in your tone was clear, your voice breaking softly.

he took a step towards you, his expression less angry, more conflicted. "look, I can't just… be a dad," he said, his voice thick with a mix of frustration and what might have been regret. "i'm not fit for it. i'd screw it all up—you know i would." he ran a hand through his hair, sighing raggedly. "i ain't the paternal type, sweetheart. and i sure as hell ain't a family man."

a pout shows on your lips "okay.. maybe it’s for the better if i do this on my own.." my voice cracks again.

gator's stomach twisted at the sound of your voice—small, broken. It pissed him off that he still cared enough to feel guilty about it. "don't do that," he muttered gruffly, avoiding your eyes. "don't get all quiet n' shit on me like I'm some goddamn villain here."

A beat passed before he exhaled sharply through his nose and finally looked back at you—his jaw tight with frustration. "...what d'ya want from me?"

"don’t want anything." your eyes are glued to the floor.

"bullshit," he says—but there was no real heat behind it now. Just exhaustion. "if ya didn't want nothin', ya wouldn't still be standin' here."

"guess i just wanted your support.." you say, quiet, still not looking at him. "but shoulda known … we’re not even friends.. don’t get along.."

a pause as he chewed on the inside of his cheek before finally muttering, "...ya want me t'show up to doctor appointments or some shit? is that it?"

your eyebrows furrow at his words, still sounding angry. "stop talking like that. like you’re mad at me.." your voice cracks softly.

gator clenched his jaw at the crack in your voice. it reminded him of the soft, gentle parts of himself he'd been neglecting for years. he'd grown used to being callous, cold—always ready with a biting remark.

he forced himself to take a breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was a bit less sharp. "I ain't mad," he muttered. "just... a bit overwhelmed with everything.."

"yeah, so am i."

gator's shoulders sagged a bit as he met your gaze. he could see the hint of tears in your eyes, and it twisted something in his chest. "course ya are," he grumbled, running a hand roughly through his hair. "can't even imagine what's goin' through your head right now."

he let out a sigh, leaning back against his desk. he raked his gaze over you, trying and failing not to linger too long on the subtle signs of the situation you were both in: the way your hand kept hovering over your still-flat stomach, the slight tenseness in your shoulders—a physical manifestation of all the uncertainty and worry.

"how far along are ya?" he asked quietly.

"month."

gator's eyes widened slightly—a month.

"jesus," he muttered under his breath, his gaze moving down to your stomach before snapping back up to your eyes. "do your folks know yet?"

you shake my head. "they probably won’t be too happy when they find out the dad… no offence.. well, kinda offence.."

you felt so conflicted. you knew gator was an asshole. he got you pregnant and has already hurt your feelings multiple times in the past 5 minutes. but you didn’t wanna do this alone. yet, you didn’t want him to help. but then again, maybe you did..?

gator's jaw tightened at your words. he didn't need you to spell it out—he knew your parents were probably gonna be less than thrilled that you were carrying the baby of a guy like him.

he scoffed at your little 'no offence' disclaimer, his arms crossing over his chest. "none taken," he muttered dryly. "i'm aware i ain't nobody's first choice for a baby daddy."

there was a beat of silence, the tense atmosphere still hanging heavy between the two of you.

"look..." he muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "ya one million percent keepin’ it?"

you nod slightly, looking back down at your hands. "can’t just kill it.."

"right..." he mumbled under his breath. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm his own racing thoughts. "ya ain't even slightly considering that option?"

you shake your head

gator exhaled through his nose, "well. shit." he scratched at the scruff on his jaw, eyes flicking to your stomach again before landing back on you. "...i.. i can help out with some financial stuff.. i—if that helps?"

your eyebrows furrowed at his words, surprise washing over your face. "I....you'd do that?"

"Yeah, I mean.. it's the least I can do. Can't have you and the kid starving or anything.." he fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt, his usual confident facade slipping.

you eyed him cautiously, still trying to process his words. it was hard to believe this was coming from the same guy who had been so dismissive and hostile just minutes ago.

but something about the way he was avoiding eye contact, the way he was fidgeting with his shirt cuffs—it was almost endearing in a way. you'd never seen gator this nervous. and it honestly made you feel a little better.

"would you um.. w—would you come to the appointments with me..?" your voice was small, like you were close to crying.

gator's eyes widened slightly at the question. his first instinct was to say no. but when he looked into your eyes—wide, teary, and hopeful—he just couldn't. he sighed, his shoulders sagged ever so slightly as he nodded. "uhh... yeah. sure. I'll.. I'll come with you."

a wave of relief washed over you at his words. you had expected more of a fight, more push back, more denial.

you tried to hide the flicker of surprise on your face, but you couldn't help the small, grateful smile that formed on your lips. "thank you."

for a brief moment, the atmosphere shifted—the tension lifted, replaced by a strange, tender feeling. it was brief, and gator quickly shut it down, his guard creeping back up. he cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So, uh... when's the appointment?"

you swallowed, the moment broken. "friday,"

he nods hesitantly, "what’s it for?”

"It's mostly just initial stuff, y’know.," you imform.

gator nodded again, a slight furrow in his brow.

there was another pause as the two of you stood there, the weight of the situation finally sinking in.

gator cleared his throat, his gaze flickering uncertainly between you and the floor. "so uh... guess I'll see ya friday then, yeah?"

you nodded, a small, slightly forced smile on your face. "yeah. see you friday," you affirmed, your heart beating a bit faster than normal. "could you.. could you pick me up, maybe..?"

gator's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. he hesitated for a moment before nodding grudgingly. "Yeah, sure. I can pick ya up,"

"the appointment is at three,"

gator nodded, his knuckles white as his fingers curled tighter around the straps of his belt. "I'll pick ya up at two-thirty then," he muttered gruffly.

"okay," you agreed quietly.

gator hesitated, as if he wanted to say something else, but he seemed to think better of it. without another word, he turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving you standing there, feeling strangely conflicted and wondering what the hell had just happened.

he grumbled under his breath as he walked, running his hand down his face in frustration. "what the hell are you gettin' yourself into..?" he muttered to himself, his brain swirling with conflicted thoughts.

friday came around too quickly. gator showed up at 2:34 pm, looking as uncomfortable as ever in a stiff button-up shirt—clearly having put effort into not showing up like a total mess. he didn't say anything when you got in the car, just gave a curt nod toward your seat before pulling out of the parking lot with more force than necessary.

a few minutes of awkward silence passed before he finally muttered, "...y’okay?" he didn’t sound concerned or anything, probably just trying to stop the silence.

you glanced over at him, a bit surprised at the question. you shrugged slightly, still trying to wrap your head around the situation yourself. "yeah, I'm okay," you replied softly. "just nerves, I guess."

gator nodded wordlessly. he hated this—hated how uneasy you looked, hated that he was making things worse by not saying anything. he exhaled sharply through his nose before muttering, "...don't be nervous. It's just a damn doctor." his tone was gruff, "they ain’t gonna hurt ya or nothin'."

you glanced over at him again. "i know.. m’not stupid.."

gator bristled at your words, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly. He didn't like your defensive tone. "never said ya were, so just relax," he muttered under his breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly. "I'm just tryin' t' be nice, alright? you don't gotta get all defensive with me."

your lips flattened into a thin line, your irritation rising at his tone. "I'm not 'getting all defensive'. I just don't need you trying to be 'nice'," you retorted, using air quotes to emphasize your point. "especially because i know you don’t care about me or the baby." you folded your arms across your chest, glaring out the window.

gator's fingers twitched against the wheel, his jaw tightening at your words. he hated when you called him out like that— mostly because it was true. He didn't care, not really—not in the way a decent person would.

"yeah? well maybe i don’t care," he snapped back, "maybe I just don't wanna hear ya bitchin' all the fuckin' time."

a tense silence followed as the clinic came into view.

your eyes narrowed at his words as you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "god, you're such an ass," you muttered under your breath. "you've got no heart, you know that gator? like... absolutely none."

"fuckin' hell," he growled under his breath, "don't act all shocked now. ya knew what I was and kept swingin' back anyway."

"well, i also thought you might have had a little bit of decency deep down," you grumbled, "but apparently I was wrong."

gator clenched his jaw at that, "do ya want me t’a just drive ya back home? i’m only here for you. but if ya keep runnin’ yer mouth.. then i’ll take ya back."

you bristled at his threat, your anger flaring even more. you wanted to scream at him, to tell him that you didn't need him, that you could handle this yourself—but something stopped you. maybe it was the fact that deep down, a part of you did need him. not in a romantic sense, but in a practical sense. gator was the father of your child—much as you hated to admit it. you just huffed, looking away. "whatever," You snapped. "just.. let’s go." you both exit the truck.

gator was the deputy, son of sherrif roy tillman, so the stares and whispers inside of the building didn’t fix his mood. a few people did double takes as they obviously recognised him, and now he was walking in here with a girl?

the two of you checked in at the desk, and soon were sitting side by side in the waiting room. gator continued to look straight ahead, not even glancing over at you.

gator finally broke the silence with a sharp exhale through his nose, side-eyeing you for half a second before muttering, "what're they gonna check ya for anyway?" his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against his knee, betraying some of the nerves he'd been trying to hide.

you shrugged. "Just the basics, I guess. Bloodwork, a physical, ultrasound..." you glanced over at him, noting the agitated tap of his fingers against his knee.

gator's fingers stilled for a second at your words. The ultrasound part—that was new to him, and the thought of seeing... something on that screen made his stomach twist in a way he couldn't quite describe. "ultrasound?" he repeated gruffly, as if testing the word. "like.. ya can see it already? ain't that too soon or some shit?"

you nodded, a little surprised by the slight hint of... was that nervousness in his voice? you'd never seen him like this. "Yeah. It's not super clear or anything right now, but you can still see something."

a nurse calls

gator stood abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "let's just get this over with," he muttered under his breath before following the nurse down the hall, hands stuffed deep in his pockets like armor.

she noticed who he was when you got to her room, "officer.. hi there.." she said then looked at you. "hi, how you feeling? can you lie on here for me?”

a few minutes later, the room was quiet save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of the ultrasound. the nurse moved the wand slowly over your stomach, her eyes flickering between your face and the monitor.

gator's eyes were fixed on the screen, staring intently at the black-and-white image. it was hard to make out at first—just a few fuzzy, indistinct shapes. but then...

"oop! there we are.. that little tiny thing right there, is your baby.." the nurse points her finger to the screen.

gator couldn't tear his eyes from the monitor, his brain struggling to process exactly what he was seeing. it was real. that was... his baby. a weird, strange feeling surged in his chest, a mix of awe, fear, and disbelief.

you glanced over at him. you'd never seen him like this before. it was weird seeing him so unsettled, and it made your heart twist in your chest in a way you weren't expecting.

the nurse continued to move the wand over your stomach, before eventually excusing herself so it was just the two of you.

gator cleared his throat awkwardly as you sat up on the edge of the table.

the awkward silence was palpable as neither one of you knew what to say. you break it softly, "w—wow.. that’s crazy, huh?"

gator grunted in agreement, his jaw working as he glanced over at you again. he cleared his throat again before mumbling gruffly. "yeah.. crazy.."

"you good?" it was the closest thing to concern he could manage.

you looked up at him, a flicker of surprise passing over your face at his question. "uh.. yeah, i think so. just.. a lot to take in."

he was still avoiding your gaze, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "guess so..." he muttered, still trying to keep up his usual aloof facade. "that thing's real small.. ain't it?"

a small, fond smile crept onto your face at his attempt at small talk. "yeah..." you murmured, unable to hide the hint of affection in your voice. "it's still pretty tiny..."

there’s no specific ideas i have for a next part but if there’s any requests throughout the pregnancy, would be fun to write more!! sorry for the wait

gator, the man who you fought with the most at the station, comes to your rescue— no questions asked.

- mean, crazy & soft gator, violence (from suspect to reader), not proof read so if this kinda sucks then ignore it

— there’s not much reader&gator interaction until the end, but he does this for her. reader goes by officer olson. if that annoys you thennnn oops

If there was one thing everyone in the department could agree on, it was that you, Officer Olson, and Officer Tillman couldn’t stand each other.

djune 4th, what’s your all time favourite djo song?

i have so many favourites i can’t pick one! but i’ve seen others name their fav(s) from each album so im gonna do that🥹

Twenty - Twenty :

— mutual future (repeat) !! this song is so unbelievably underrated

— just along for the ride

Decide :

— change

— half life

i’m sorry i can’t pick one. but fool too..

The Crux :

— link

— egg

— lonesome is a state of mind

The Crux Deluxe :

— mr mountebank

— love can’t break the spell

— who you are

i lowk just remembered so here i am on the third

djune 1st, favourite djoling?

there’s honestly not a character that i dislike. at the moment it’s gator i believe, but ofc travis, and obviously steve. i miss steve so much. but i’ve been reading a lot of gator stuff which is why he’s currently top.

djune 2nd, what was the first djo song you heard? (end of beginnings not included)

i was bored one night and decided to expand my music collection so when i’m bored i find a song in my playlist where i don’t listen to any other songs by that artist and try them out. i went onto The Crux album and listened from start to finish meaning that Lonesome is a state of mind was the first and i was actually gagged honestly. the sound and vibe is just so nice to listen to. when i finished listening to that album, i listened to decide, twenty-twenty, and then realised there was a deluxe version and listened to that too!

djune 3rd, favourite djo album?