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Vaquero Sevika sketches I'm not gonna finish

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me as a writer

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I’m fr about this Locked Tomb Band AU

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would y'all read my prison butch story?

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Got another friend on tlt—that means more tumblr brainstorming.

tlt characters as what??

what in tlt houses??

give us ideas so i can get excited

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You know what else I think the masses need? MTF Gideon, like... So much mtf Gideon smut.

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based off this tweet lol

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Every winter since 2018, I defrost into a marauders fan. like clockwork.

sometimes its carries on into the spring

there was that one year i couldn't shake it for the majority of the year.

I've been to therapy since then—have coping mechanisms

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this uni semester has been PACKED. but its almost over so get excited

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I'M THIRD HOUSE NECRO AS I SHOULD BE

i made a locked tomb quiz that assigns you a house and position as cav or necro, if you’ve ever wondered which of jods boxes you’d be put in

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sub top / service top vi is so real to me.

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Vi is gifted kid burnout but in the english major way

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I wanna write some more but i started hooking up with a butch with a controversial age gap

so, you know, priorities

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•⭐• Gideon Nav Modern Barista au

Part 5 -> Part 4

Tuesday came as quickly as your rapidly increasing infatuation. You entered the cafe just as you did every other day, and you were met with Gideon’s shockingly bright face. She waited until you had walked up to her to greet you, “Did you manage without me yesterday?”

You smile at her in return, leaning against the counter on your hands. “Mmm, barely. Coffee definitely wasn’t as good.”

She put her hands up smugly, “pfft, what can i say? Magic hands.

“I bet”

Her facade drops for a millisecond, but she types in your order to act as if you didn’t just say something full of sexual innuendo.

“Today is a good day, I think i want a sweet treat too”

“Yeah? What’s your sweet treat of choice?

You look into the bakery case, your eyes drifting over the signs until your eyes light up. “Oh, an almond croissant is my favourite.

“Perfect!”

Today, while you wait, the shop is quiet enough to engage in conversation. She watches you over the machine as she steams the milk. “So, what’d you think of my Instagram, did you give it a good stalk?”

You giggle which, in turn, makes her smile, “I gave it an efficient stalk, yes. It was exactly what I expected.”

“Are you calling me predictable?” After a defensive denial from you, she continues, “Well I'll have you know, I also had a look through your profile.”

“And what’d you think?”

Gideon shrugs and her hands move to pour the milk, “I liked seeing you in something other than this ensemble…” She pointedly looks down, over your body, “and the occasional ‘off-duty’ look I see when you come to see me on a Saturday.”

“I’ll have you know I come for the coffee, not for you.” I respond with a smirk that makes the corners of my mouth twitch.

“Doesn’t matter why as long as I get to see you.”  She sets your coffee and croissant on the counter for you, “I hope work treats you well today, Pretty Woman”, and she sends you off with another subtle scan of your body. You got through work easily after that, the hours seemed to fly by.

Later that night, you drove yourself to the gym near your house. It had only recently opened so this was your first time trying it out after transferring out of the convenience of the new location. You walk in feeling a little unsure of a new place so to make it easier on your nerves, you start on the treadmill, something predictable. You walk for a while, zoning out to the music coming through your headphones and blocking out the hustle and bustle around you. At some point in your session, you look up into the wall length mirror positioned right in front of the row of treadmills. Your legs almost go soft when you catch Gideon watching you absent-mindedly from somewhere in the back of the gym near the weights. Locking eyes with you snaps her out of her daze and she gives you half a smile, a face somewhere between being caught staring and liking the idea of you seeing you in her element. You smile back at her and brush it off, focusing on exercising, and also not wanting to flatter her too much. You can kind of see her in the corner of your vision through the mirror though, and when you see what was unmistakably the motion of her taking her t-shirt off, you aren’t strong enough to keep your eyes away. They snap up just in time to see her stretch as she pulls the shirt over her head, leaving her in only her gym shorts and sports bra. 

She looks up at you again, undoubtedly to see if you were watching. And when those wishes are confirmed true, she makes a show of flexing her abs and stretching out her neck to put on display the ripple of her biceps right beneath her skin.

You wanted to blame the wobble of your legs on the half an hour you’d spent of the treadmill but there was no mistaking the heat in your stomach at the sight of her. And just to make things worse, when you lose the battle within yourself and look back, she’s sliding onto the bench and lifting the bar off the rack, adorned with weights twice the size of your head, her muscles flexing at capacity. You turned the treadmill off, the belt slowing to a stop and you grabbed your keys and water bottle and walked out the doors before she could even finish her set. 

You lay awake in bed that night, thinking through the day's events when your phone buzzes from your nightstand. You open it to another message from Gideon’s Instagram account. Neither of you had initiated any more conversation over text until now.

Gideon:

Saw you at the gym. You looked like you didn’t want to be disturbed but you should definitely say hi next time :) 

Before you even get a chance to open the message, another one comes through.

Gideon:

I promise the muscles aren’t so scary close up 😉

You throw your phone back onto the bed and bring your hand up to your face. Not that fucking emoji again. You hated that she knew exactly what she was and what you hated even more was that she was so cocky, and you still found it attractive. Your phone buzzes one more time from where it landed, when you pick it up, you see one more follow-up message, a short one.

Gideon:

Jk jk

You freak out just a little more before you respond, not too fast but not too slow either. How were you supposed to match her energy but also remain cool and collected and come off unbothered? You draft out a couple messages before settling for something light-hearted.

You:

Your head is too big for your already too-big body.

You send it and throw your phone to the other end of the bed so you won’t be tempted to pick it back up and wait for her response. Once you feel that buzz though, you can’t stop your arms from reaching for it. 

Gideon:

You saying I’m big? I’ll take that as a compliment. I worked hard for this body xxx

Fuck her and her ‘x’s, how did she always know exactly what to say? Or could she say anything, and you’d still find yourself weak in the knees because she said it in that specific tone with that specific smile? Would she still have you squealing like a stupid little schoolgirl? You were so gone.

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•⭐• Gideon Nav Modern Barista au

part 4 -> part 3

Her instagram was exactly what you expected from her, she only had a modest amount of posts and highlights, 80% of which were photos of her at the gym, with weights, flexing, any evidence that she worked out. To make up for the gymbro reputation she was gaining from you, however, the other 20% was a mix of her and her friends drinking beer around a bonfire or at the bar, random animals she had probably just found cute, and photos from around the cafe. She really was at work all the time. There were a couple of posts that had especially caught your eye, of course besides all the gym photos that you told yourself not to look at for too long in fear of being objectifying, and they were a collection of photos with some blonde girl. She was far too pretty for her own good, full and tall with beautiful blonde curls. After a bit of inspection, you found her account too. Her name was Coronabeth, which you thought was a bit obnoxious but tried to keep an open mind, and she had actually quite a large following. Which maybe wasn’t surprising. 

This girl made you feel uneasy though, why was Gideon posting her everywhere? Did Gideon have a girlfriend and you had just gotten the wrong idea? They were hot enough for each other. Maybe she was an ex and you still had a chance, or somewhat of a chance because goddamn, you couldn’t compete with this beautiful blonde woman.

For the rest of Saturday and into Sunday, neither of you had made any progress over instagram, except for the notification you got not long after leaving the shop that day alerting you that she had followed you back. You were afraid of coming off too strong and ruining any chance of whatever this was turning into more. So when you walked through the chiming doorway on Monday morning, you were nervous to see her. You looked around the room, expecting to see her in her usual place but perhaps the heavens had felt your nerves and tried to do you a favour because she wasn’t there, and she wasn’t roaming around the shop either. There was a pang of disappointment in your stomach as you walked up to the till to get your morning coffee anyway. You recited your order to the young man working, which almost stumped you considering Gideon had remembered it from the first day you’d met. 

When he heard your request, his eyes lit up with recognition. He picked up an orange sticky note from behind the case of bakery items and studied it. “Are you the ‘Pretty Woman’ Gideon would be talking about?”

You stared at him in confusion for a moment until it clicked, “Oh! Actually, yes, she does call me that!”

He smiled as he tapped on the screen with fingers that were far too different to Gideons, “Great, that’s all good for you then.”

You looked at him with your eyebrows furrowed once again, “Sorry?”

He hands you the sticky note and you see, in a messy scrawl, that she had written down your order under the name ‘Pretty Woman’ and had prepaid for it. Your heartbeat speeds up and you thank him. You take a step out of the way to wait and finally decide to send her a DM, hoping not to embarrass yourself

You:

Thanks for the coffee xox

You ignore the nervous feeling in your gut and turn your phone off but just as you receive your coffee, your phone buzzes. You swallow your nerves once again and open the response.

Gideon:

To apologize for how much you’re probably missing me this morning 😉

She was an emoji-user, interesting. You decide not to respond, not wanting to overdo it so early on. So you like her message and put your phone back in your pocket while you make your way to work.

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•⭐• Sevika x Younger, mean, femme girlfriend.

part 2 -> part 1

So the next night, you’re walking into the pub, looking very different from what all these guys are used to seeing you in. Everyone around here sees you in the bland clothes you bartend in so seeing you dolled up is like a treat for the whole place. You’ve put on something sexier than usual. Nothing too scandalous, but you’d at least taken this opportunity to show off. Your hair is flowing and your makeup is done and you’re feeling fantastic, you’re feeling especially fantastic when you see sevika catch sight of you and let her eyes trail over your whole body, her eyes blown wide as if you can’t see her. When you reach her in a booth (Not at the bar, you notice), you slide in opposite her and grin. “Hey.”

Her eyes drop once more to catch any piece of skin she can behind the table, “Who’re you trying to impress?”

You roll your eyes at her and she comments on it before you can respond with something snarky, “Someday you’ll go blind, the way you’re always rolling your eyes.” 

This gets your eyes rolling again, “Don’t give me any reason to roll my eyes and I’ll be fine.”

She laughs at this with a dismissive shake of her head, you lean back against the booth seat, “Get me a drink, would you?”

She raises an eyebrow, the laugh lingering on her lips, “Bossy tonight.”, she states like it's obvious. Which it is.”I’m always bossy. Go.” I nod in the direction of the bar. She begins to stand up and looks back down at you. “What do girls like you even drink?”

“What do you mean girls like me?”

She gestures towards the length of your body, obviously referring to the way you present yourself, “You know, like, pretty… girly.” You give her a smirk and bring your hand to your hair to brush through it, “You think I’m pretty?” When she only shakes her head with another laugh rather than answering, you move on. “Just get me whatever you think suits me.”

She comes back 5 minutes later with her signature glass of whiskey and a purple drink with salt around the rim, setting it in front of you with a grunt. Working in this pub, you know this drink, it's probably the closest available thing to a cocktail with the limited resources of the undercity. 

“Aw, did you get me this because it's pretty and I'm pretty.”

“No. It’s got salt on it. You said to get something that suited you.”

The look on your face is one of fake offense and it makes her laugh again as she takes a sip from her own glass. You do the same and lick some salt off the edge before setting it back down. That catches her attention. 

“What made you ask me out for a drink?” You ask her straight up.

“I suppose you’ve become more tolerable over time, and-”

“You haven’t.” You interrupt her and it makes her smile in amusement, “You and that smart mouth. One day you’ll say the wrong thing to the wrong person. You gotta be careful with an attitude like that down here.”

You lean over the table, tilting your head and resting it on your hands, forcing an air of innocence, “Oh but you’d protect me, wouldn’t you?” You bat your eyelashes to really seal the deal.

“As if you’d let me.”

The night goes on, the drinks go down with ease, and the conversation flows. Sevika’s been invited to a round of cards and you tell her you don’t mind losing her attention for a while. Though, that is actually an absolute lie. So you’re sitting next to her at the table, surrounded by a huddle of men. Sevika’s got a hand of cards, who knows if they're good or bad and she’s playing with such precision and ease that you can’t help but feel impressed.

“You wanna join the next round?” She asks you casually after her turn. You shake your head in response, “I’m okay just watching.”

That’s when one of the men pipes up, some buff guy with copious amounts of facial hair, probably the result of regular shimmer use. Or just really unstable hormones. “Nah, she knows her place, sitting there and looking pretty like some lap dog.” 

A few of the other guys laugh along, one slapping him on the back in agreement. Your eyebrows furrow in defense and you begin to speak but Sevika gets out of her seat abruptly and it stops you in your tracks. You look up at her in confusion and you hear the gears in her arm warming up.

“You wanna repeat that?” She spits out in a deep voice. The guys instinctually withdraw, obviously taken aback. You grab her wrist, “Sevika, sit down”, and attempt to pull her back into her seat. She looks down at you, annoyed, and splutters, “but- th-” And motions towards the guys.

 “Sit down.” You repeat, authority in your voice. And she actually does. She slumps back into her seat with a huff and the same gnarly guy chuckles. “What, you got this little lass given you orders now, eh boss?” 

Sevika almost jolts out of her seat again but you shoot her a stern look before returning your attention to this goon.

“You wanna start? I pour your drinks every night and unless you wanna know what my spit tastes like, you should shut that busted mouth.”

He stares at you, completely unsure of what to say and in the corner of your eye, you see a smirk on Sevika’s face. The guy grumbles but backs off, along with his friends who continue to scowl but don’t say anything else. They all look back to their cards and you feel Sevika rustle beside you and then a breath on your ear, “Anyone ever told you how hot you are when you’re mean?” 

The sensation of her breath on your skin along with her words sends a shooting thrill straight to your stomach and you have to cross your legs to compose yourself before your words are able to come out clear. “A couple times.” You suck on your lip as the edges of your closed mouth flick up and she licks her lips as she adjusts her position to refocus on the game, obviously pleased with your reaction. 

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I have the next part of mean femme gf ready 🤞