#♪ ( IT’S OKAY TO CRY ) ♬

[vivrosita]

❤︎ 𓈒 𓈒 but your inside is

your best side

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[lightsoutletsgo]

love letters; with love from... — cl.16 (part 2/2)

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader

word count: >1000

warnings: some brief mentions of angst but nothing to heavy, they're so in love your honor, bad screenshots??

tysm for all the love for part 1! i never expected it to do as well as it did. hopefully you all love part 2 just as much! happy reading! love mimi 🤍

love letters; dear (part 1)

taglist: @arieslost @d3kstar @minkyungseokie @evie-119 @sltwins @maplesyrupsainz @charlesgirl16 @jaydaaasworld @rhythmstars @ravisinghs-wife @itsjustkhaos

You exhaled shakily as your eyes scanned the caption you'd drafted in your notes app. You didn't even tear your eyes away from the screen as Charles slumped down onto the couch next to you. "Everything okay mon amour?" You swallowed and nodded, offering your phone to him so he could read the caption. He was silent for a minute before he turned to look at you, tears in his eyes, "I am so so proud of you." You smiled, feeling yourself getting emotional, sniffling a little as he pulled you into him. You led there with him just enjoying the quiet comfort he provided before he spoke once more, "When are you going to post it?" You giggled and sat up, Charles following suit, "Are you gonna just drop it on instagram with no warning again?" You winked at him before unlocking your phone and typing out the post. Once you'd proofread it you hit 'post', immediately locking your phone and turning your notifications off as they already started pouring in. Charles gaped at you for a moment before scrabbling to find his phone, not struggling to locate it as it buzzed and vibrated constantly with new notifications, "You could have given me time to prepare!"

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y/nsworld

Liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris and 25,942,833 y/nsworld here we are, a year later and another surprise for you beautiful people! 'all the things I love to tell you' is out now on streaming platforms everywhere! oh wow, how exciting it is to finally be able to tell you guys about this 🥹 this album is the second half to my healing journey and it's full of love and light and hope for the future. a huge thank you to my company and management for giving me the freedom to release my music in the way I felt I needed to. thank you to my friends for listening to these songs in the car at 3am and crying with me when we realise just how far we've come, for putting up with me stealing their napkins at dinner to write lyrics and for once again holding my hand until I felt ready to take a step on my own. as always, thank you to my incredible fans who inspire me to keep writing and whom without NONE of this would be possible. and finally to my love, charles, thank you for being my muse, my biggest encourager, my musical partner and my rock through the past year. this album is about you, for you and was made with you. thank you for letting me call you the love of my life every day. you're all I need until forever falls apart can't wait to see you all on tour soon! love y/n 🤍

View all 45,730 comments y.nmusic I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN WAIT WHAT? ⤷ ynloverrr ISTG SHE CAN'T KEEP DROPPING ALBUMS ON US LIKE THIS

y/nupdates I'm gonna need someone to dissect everything about this post in a twitter thread 😭

taylorswift I'm so proud of you for this album 💜 can't wait to come and watch you on tour! Comment liked by y/nsworld

sabrinacarpenter I will let you steal my napkins anytime if it means I get songs like pancakes for dinner 😭🫶🏼 Comment liked by y/nsworld

francisca.cgomes I need to breakup with pierre just to experience falling in love with him again with this album Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld babe i love you sm 😭 ⤷ francisca.cgomes baby? i love you more ⤷ pierregasly you're literally MY girlfriend? ⤷ y/nsworld but she's MY wife Comment liked by francisca.cgomes

yncharles oh to be a fly on the wall when lando, lily and alex heard these songs for the first time 😭🥹 ⤷ y/nsworld coming to tikotok and insta reels soon my love 🫶🏼 ⤷ yncharles OMG OMG SHE REPLIED SKSKDKDFKJ ⤷ alex_albon pls don't use the clip of me sobbing over 'that part' Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld too late bestie 😄 ⤷ lilymhe I am still not over and will never get over "you might not like her" Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld I will never be over the hug you gave me when I finished playing it to you for the first time

charles_leclerc mon amour, it was an honor to be involved in your music journey and I am so thankful for every day I get to share with you. darling I'd wait for you til forever falls apart 🤍 Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ chachacharles THEY'RE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😭 ⤷ charlesfann pls tell me someone else noticed charles credited as songwriter on 'til forever falls apart' 😭

ynmylove LETS 👏 TALK 👏 ABOUT 👏 HOW CHARLES AND Y/N USED SONG TITLES IN THEIR COMMENTS TO EACH OTHER 😭 ⤷ charlesandcarlos try not to cry challenge FAILED

on twt:

y/n's q+a on ig:

charles_leclerc

Liked by y/nsworld, maxverstappen1 and 12,942,833 charles_leclerc my incredibly talented girlfriend's album is out now! I am beyond proud to be able to say that she trusted me to help her not only record some of the songs but write them too. I didn't know I was much of a songwriter but looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet ma belle.

everyday you inspire me with your creativity, your passion, your energy and your love for those around you. I could write you a million love songs and there would still be things left to say. you're all I need now until forever falls apart. j'taime mon amour ❤️ (if you haven't heard the album yet make sure you go and listen now!)

View all 45,730 comments y/nsworld I love you more than any love song could ever express. my muse, my love, my life 🤍 Comment liked by charles_leclerc ⤷ ynloverrr OH MY GOD?! I'M SO VIOLENTLY UNWELL OH GOD ⤷ ferrar1 'looking into your eyes suddenly turned me into a poet'

y/nandcharles THEY ARE MY ROMAN EMPIRE

sabrinacarpenter This album is literally on repeat! I cried the first time I heard 'you might not like her' and every time since

charlesforwdc can we all please just appreciate the STUNNING piano in 'so this is love' Comment liked by y/nsworld ⤷ y/nsworld we were literally just messing about in the studio and decided we liked it enough for the album! ⤷ y/nvocals the fact they were both "messing about" and sound THIS GOOD IS INSANE

maxverstappen1 congrats mate! you nailed this project!

landonorris from sliding into the dm's to collaborating on an album is CRAZY ⤷ y/nsworld LANDO 😭😭 ⤷ f1fannn exCUSE ME? sliding what?! ⤷ charleswifey charles sliding in her dm's is crazy but understandable 😭 ⤷ charles_leclerc try the other way around... 👨‍🦯 ⤷ y/nsworld BABY! 😭

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[thecreelhouse]

tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: The first morning together in Brooklyn doesn’t go as smoothly as you would’ve hoped, but that’s on brand for your relationship with Gator by now.

Still beats being stuck in the Midwest by a long shot.

CW/tags: language, internalized ableism, hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff, PTSD, smut, PiV sex, dirty talk

WC: 6.8k

〘 series masterlist ✧.┊this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧.┊listen to the series playlist here. ✧.┊read on AO3 〙

A/N: hi y’all! not much to add here except things will pick up more after this chapter, but I hope y’all enjoy reading this still! Tysm for any support on this so far, I’m glad even a handful of y’all are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it 🥹🫶🏻

chapter 3 ✧. ┊

slip the noose - the maine

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

⋆｡♪ I was on the verge of breaking down / then you came around / and not a second too late ♬ ₊˚.

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Nightmares were bound to happen after the torture Gator endured. You anticipated them, and he was already experiencing them with the little sleep he got in the hospital.

The first night in your apartment, you hoped you’d both be able to sleep through most of the night, at least. Instead, it was broken for you both.

You’d wake up every so often, panicking that Gator never made it home, only to realize he did make his way to you; an arm thrown over you while his breaths stayed steady. You didn’t even have your own usual nightmare, it was just muscle memory to come back to consciousness, scared and frantically feeling out the usually empty side of your bed. Out of instinct, your arm shot out, accidentally hitting Gator’s side, waking him up.

“Don’t remember you bein’ a sleep puncher, Jesus Christ,” He muttered as he tightened his hold around you. “M’right here, darlin’.”

“You’d say that, and then you’d leave. You’d tell me to stay brave and try to calm me down, an- and— ” Your eyes adjusted to the darkness around the both of you, just enough to be able to make out the outline of Gator next to you. As your bottom lip wobbled, you realized it really was just a dream, yet you couldn’t help whispering, “Don’t go.”

With a comforting forehead kiss, he rasped out, “Wouldn’t go anywhere without you, I promise.”

After Gator would calm you down, falling back asleep with you, some hours would pass before he was the one waking you up with his own painful, twisted dreams.

His were much, much worse than yours. They’d start with a whimper, so soft, you’d almost miss it if it weren’t for the way his body would tremble violently next to you, shaking you awake.

You hummed, confused as your eyes adjusted to the darkness again. Once Gator brought his legs toward himself, almost in a fetal position, trying to make himself small, trying to hide, that’s when concern would kick in, waking you up faster.

Attempting to gently shake him awake was useless, whimpers turning into crying as he would shield his face with his hands, something he wished he could’ve tried the first time around.

“Gator, baby, it’s okay, you’re safe,” You struggled for the right words to comfort him; he could reassure you that he was back, that a chance at a real life together was safe and sound, but you couldn’t give him that reassurance in return. His eyesight would never be the same again. He’d never get that time lost to that grim weak back. His life was drastically altered by the frightening attack, and you knew he’d be blaming himself forever.

The crying turned to cries for help, growing louder as his voice would crack with desperation. You didn’t want to scare him, but all you could think of doing next was holding him, telling him over and over that he was safe, that he’s so, so far from the place and people that failed him. That you wouldn’t let anyone hurt him like that ever again.

When Gator jolted awake, he looked at you, hyperventilating, but relieved to see you, to see he wasn’t back in his personal hell on earth. Then the realization that he could only see you, see anything with one eye, would hit like a ton of bricks; his hands would tremble as they reached his face, calloused fingers running over the bandage over his eye— or, rather, the spot it once belonged to.

Everything would rush back; every detail of his vivid nightmare was real, something he couldn’t ever wake up from unscathed.

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Gator’s the first to wake up, squinting as he throws his arm over his face, blocking out the sunlight tumbling through the large, old windows.

“Thought ya’ liked blackout curtains. Jesus it’s fuckin’ bright,” He grumbles as his limbs wind around you from behind. His face ducks into the crook of your neck to shield himself from the painful brightness.

You answer, barely awake, “I do, they don’t make ‘em that tall though. Or maybe they do. I dunno. Who fuckin’ cares.” You’re grumpy, already feeling the weight of the broken sleep you got heavy on your body. “Go back to sleep.”

Gator sighs, frustrated. He doesn’t want to make a big deal; he meant it last night when he said he didn’t want to disrupt your life with his needs… but that’s just it, they’re needs. Learning to push his pride aside to ask for help is going to be a routine challenge for a while.

Just as you’re slipping back into slumber, it hits you.

“Oh, oh my god, fuck, wait— ” You roll over to find Gator’s eye scrunched shut. “M’so sorry, I forgot—“

“Y’just found out last night, I don’t expect ya’ to remember everythin’ at once.” He buries his face in the pillow before giving a muffled response, “M’not supposed to stay in the dark all the time, ‘cause that can make the sensitivity worse. But they don’t want me exposin’ my eye to too much light either, that’ll just trigger migraines and whatever. There’s no winnin’ with this shit.”

“Where’s your glasses? I can grab em’ quick, would that help?” You don’t want to come off overbearing, but you don’t just want to shrug his needs off either. 

“Don’t, not yet. Just… c’mere,” He throws the comforter over the two of you as you scoot closer. He reaches out for your hips, and your arms find their way to his shoulders, resting lazily on one another. It’s not pitch black, but it’s a major difference regardless. “There. Problem solved without gettin’ up.”

“Yeah, ‘til we get sweaty and suffocate under here,” You giggle as you rest your head on his chest. It’s so relieving to hear his heartbeat again, but right now, it’s picking up its pace.

“Won’t get too hot unless we start fuckin’ around.” Gator jokes as his thumbs stroke along the skin under your shirt. It really was a joke, but it makes him painfully aware of how hard he’s been since waking up. “Unless y’wanna find out for sure.”

“Oh, that was real smooth, Tillman,” You snort, ever so gently slotting your leg between his, giving just enough pressure to make him shudder. “Guess we should find out, y’know… for science.”

He laughs— a sound you’ve been aching to hear again— head falling forward onto your shoulder. “Yeah, sure thing, freak. For science.” You’re already sliding down his body, pausing at the hem of his shirt, rolling it upward and kissing along his body until you pull it off of him. 

Gator’s blushing when you roll your hips slowly, teasing the two of you together. His hands slide up your thighs, grabbing at your soft, plushy curves once he reaches your hips again. You lean in closer, hearing his breath hitch as he waits patiently for your next move.

“You want me to make y’feel good? Let me show you how much I missed you?”

His hips buck up into you, “Uh-huh, p- please.” He leans up to kiss you, impatient, but you softly push him back into the pillows, earning a sound somewhere between a groan and a whine, all raspy but desperate. His fingers tighten on your hips.

“Can you be good for me?” Your question sends his blood rushing south, cock twitching as it tries kicking underneath you. He nods wildly, breaths shallow as he watches you strip your shirt off, left only in your underwear; Gator’s thumbs sneak underneath the thin straps of the sheer pair, hands sliding back to your ass.

You sigh at his touch, finally leaning down to kiss him, soft and slow, a pace he doesn’t want right now, but one he needs. You want to take your time with him, make him forget about everything for even a moment.

The two of you try to take over with your own paces; you’re giving soft, open mouthed kisses, until Gator bites your bottom lip, pulling it out just a bit before releasing it. He shoots a mischievous grin your way.

With an eye roll, you sigh, “Why are you being a brat?”

“I dunno,” Gator shrugs, stifling a laugh, “New year, new me.”

“Alright, I’m done,” You swing your leg over him to roll out of the makeshift blanket fort, but his hands, still on you, bring you back. You yelp and laugh as he rolls on top of you. “Gator!”

“I know you wanna be sweet,” Gator showers your face in kisses, pulling soft giggles out of you. “And I want that too, trust me, but it’s fuckin’ hot under here,” His goofy demeanor falls off as he reaches your neck, kisses slowing to a teasing crawl, sucking along the sensitive skin. Instinctively, your hips roll up into his with a whimper; Gator chuckles into your neck, “and I just need t’be in you already.”

“Need y- you too,” your voice barely reaches above a whisper, greedy hands— one grabbing his waistband to drag his boxers down, the other reaching out to lazily palm and stroke him. He bucks into your touch as breathy groans fan out along your skin.

Gator holds himself up with his casted arm, ignoring the pain the pressure brings while the other reluctantly pushes your hand away from his throbbing length, turning your whines of protest into jaw-dropping silence as he pushes into you slowly.

Shuddering out a harsh, shaky breath, you admit, “F- fuck, I forgot how big you are.”

Gator’s usual cocky smirk, the one you once hated, plays up on his features as he lets your confession go to his head. “It’s okay, darlin’, I’ll remind ya’.” He pulls back to snap back in, teasingly slow, while he slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together. “God, you feel so fuckin’ good. Missed you so much.”

You grab his face, crashing your lips onto his, moans growing louder as he gradually thrusts faster, the two of you unable to get enough of one another. The more he stretches you out, the harder your nails dig into his skin as they drag down his back. The deeper he gets, the more obscene your soft, sweet moans become.

When he pulls back, you’re able to sneak in a rushed, “Missed you more,” before Gator’s hand is pushed against your mouth. Despite being muffled, you still squeak in surprise.

“You’re gon’ wake up the whole fuckin’ house with that filthy mouth,” Gator growls, weakening into a moan as your walls tighten around him. Despite being muffled, you’re still noisy. “Jesus, darlin’, you want the whole city to hear ya’?” 

Both of your hands wrap around his wrist, pulling his hand off of your face while looking up at Gator. “Maybe.”

“What happened to bein’ sweet?” Gator doesn’t give you a chance to answer before slamming into you. A breathy cry slips out when he snaps his hips into you again, harder, deeper. “Want everyone to know you’re mine, huh?”

“Uh-huh… m’yours, Gator,” You whimper. His pace is steady and rough, grunting with each thrust.

“Gonna show everyone you’re mine, too,” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss your neck, which turns to sucking along your skin, to biting, making sure he really leaves his mark behind. As he leaves rough love bites down your neck, across your shoulder, along your chest, all while fucking you mercilessly, your eyes roll back with each moan of yours sounding sharper and shattered.

Lips wrapped around one of your hardened peaks, Gator sucks the sensitive spot, finding an odd satisfaction in the way the jewelry of your piercings clash against his teeth. Your fingers wind through his hair, tugging softly, at first, but when his touch ends up on your clit, you jolt, roughly pulling his hair.

“Oh— fu- fuck,” You’re a mess; you wanted the first time after reuniting to be sweet, sentimental, even, but as you’re falling apart, you realize this is what you really needed from Gator. 

“Fuck it,” He murmurs, kissing back up your body while shoving the blanket off the two of you. You, of course, immediately panic, squinting as you adjust to the harsh morning light.

Your hands splayed across his chest, trying to push him back and cover the windows somehow. “No, wait, waitwaitwait- you’re gonna get a migr—“ Gator grabs your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, your face in another, considerate and careful with the healing face wound, thumb tracing your bottom lip as he slows his thrusts. 

The whine you release is borderline pathetic, triggering his signature smirk yet again, filling you to the hilt before stopping completely. You pant, squirming beneath him, desperate for him to fucking move.

“Angel,” He rasps, breath shallow, “I’m sayin’ this with all the love in the world: shut the fuck up.” Gator crashes his lips onto yours, silencing your filthy sounds of pleasure with urgent, needy kisses. At the same time, he nearly pulls out, only to slam back into you, resuming his relentless pace from earlier. 

It’s not like the two of you are only making up for lost time from the past week and change, you’re making up for lost time in the last ten years. Of what could’ve been— maybe.

Then again, maybe it wouldn’t have been the right time or place if the two of you tried back then. Maybe you’re both right where you’re supposed to be, now. And if it’s the two of you seriously starting your relationship in a city neither of you are from, navigating similar traumas while supporting one another through the individual ones, while fucking each other senseless any chance you get, you’ll take it.

When Gator pulls away, his hands grab your legs from the back, pushing them back towards you, filling you even deeper. “Baby, baby, please—” Your mind is going numb, with only thoughts of Gator ruining you right now. “Y- you’ll let me be sweet next— oh, god— ” He throws his head back as you feel yourself fluttering around him. “— next t- time, right?”

“I’ll let ya’ do anythin’ you want if you can cum for me,” He pants, hips stuttering, “‘Cause I’m real fuckin’ close… shit— want y’to cum with me, can y’do that?”

Your answer only comes in the form of shakily rubbing your clit, only for a moment, before Gator swats your hand away, replacing it with his. He releases your legs to lean back down to you, admiring the way you’re coming undone.

“That’s it, darlin’, takin’ me so well,” He murmurs, tensing up as you feel him pulsate within you. “F- fuck m’close.”

Your back arches into him, and he takes the opportunity to slide his arm under, pulling you closer while watching your eyes roll back, not even bothering to hold back the sounds Gator’s been aching to hear the most. Your body tenses up, shaking, while you grab his face, kissing him roughly— and that’s what finally sends Gator over the edge with you.

Between frenzied kisses, both of you spill rushed, murmured praises and phrases to one another, adding to the chaos of moans and groans. Rough or soft, fast or slow, everything always comes back to the love you have for one another.

As he begins to catch his breath, Gator pulls back with his hand back on your face, thumb stroking your cheek. “I really fuckin’ missed you.”

You raise your brows, smirking, “I think you just missed fucking me.”

Gator opens his mouth to protest but shrugs, “Yeah, that too.” 

Giggling, you reply, “I missed you, Gator.” You softly place your hand over his eye. “Go put your glasses on before you get a migraine, asshole.” 

“Well, I can’t, because I can’t fuckin’ see when you do that,” He laughs it off when you pull your hand back, cringing at yourself.

 “… My bad,” You shoot an apologetic smile.

“Also… I’m really comfy right now, darlin’.” He lays on your chest, still inside. As you give a forced, comical sigh, your phone goes off. You reach over to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and a box of tissues to eventually clean off with. Unlocking your phone, you find a new message from Ivy.

 Y’all are SO lucky no one else is home. 💀

“Oh my god, fuck.” Your face falls, mortified.

Gator doesn’t move, “What’s wrong?”

“I thought no one was home—” You admit, going over everyone’s schedules in your head. You knew them by heart by now.

Except for Ivy and her goddamn chaotic nurse schedule.

“So that’s why you were so loud,” He teases.

“Yeah, except poor Ives heard us,” You feel your face heat up, quickly typing an apology to Ivy. Gator’s head snapped up from the spot he lay on your chest, looking horrified.

“Fuck. So much for a good first impression.” He slips out of you, both of you too distracted by your mistake to whine about the loss of one another. 

“You’re fine, it’s just this old house’s dang vents. No one else in the house can hear up here except Ivy.” You explain, dragging a hand down your face. “She heard me wake up the other night from—“ You stop yourself, not wanting to guilt Gator with more details about your nightmares.

One night of Gator experiencing you waking up in a panic was more than he needed to know, or see.

“From… ?” Gator brow quirks, waiting for you to finish the thought.

You wave your hand, like it’s nothing, “Just a dumb nightmare, nothin’ to worry about.”

Gator sits up, studying your face while you try distracting yourself, texting Ivy more apologies.

I owe you a coffee. And new headphones. Or earplugs. I’m SO sorry.

Your phone’s yanked from your hands after pressing send. “Hey! What gives?” 

Gator’s holding it in the arm farthest from you, behind his back, out of reach from you. “You’re the worst liar.” He’s always been able to see right through you when you try brushing off your feelings. “‘Nothin’ to worry about’ usually means it is somethin’ to worry ‘bout.”

With a sigh, you ask, “Can we talk about this later? Please?” You reach over him, grabbing your phone back; he doesn’t really put up a fight about it anyway. You read Ivy’s responses while Gator throws his shirt and boxers back on before wandering around the room.

You’re fine, but we should definitely tell Bea we need to fix this lmao.

Also my headphones are noise cancelling 😂 but I’ll totally take you up on the coffee 🥰 

Curiosity leads him along the wall filled with film and concert posters, art, and a generous amount of photos with or of your friends; it makes him smile, seeing all the memories you’ve made since moving here. You finally got the life you wanted, the life you deserved.

Yet there’s a pang of sadness in his chest when he realizes he missed out on a whole decade of your life. An entire decade of you growing into your own person. A long, painful decade without you. 

Celebrating your firsts, tiny and mighty, like getting your first job out here, first time you figured out the subway without a map, what kind of face you must’ve made when you got your first tattoo, because Gator knows you make over dramatic faces just when getting blood drawn.

Or your first Halloween out of your parents’ home, where enjoying the holiday was forbidden; they believed it had some kind of demonic connotation, when you just loved having one day of the year to be someone you weren’t. A tiny escape from your dark reality.

What was it like opening your own little bookstore? He wishes he could’ve heard you ramble forever when you were planning it out. Or watch your heart melt in real time over the stray cats that made themselves at home in the bookshelves. 

Gator noticed at the edge of the wall some older photos, tacked up on the surface. As he got closer, he noticed most of them were with your sister, along with little pictures she drew for you. Scribbles and doodles that you cherished enough to laminate.  

Then, he saw them, some pictures of the two of you. Three of them.

The first photo was a memory Gator had forgotten until now; you were kids, running around on a gorgeous spring day, picking dandelions to make wishes on as you’d blow on them, like candles. Except, the photo caught the exact moment you blew yours directly into Gator’s face, leaving him with a scrunched, sour face while you giggled, having too much fun to notice at first.

A photobooth strip is the second photo, or set of photos; you’re both a few years older, probably in middle school. Looking back at him are 4 preteen camera-ready faces: your hand posed in a peace sign behind his head for bunny ears, his fingers pinched your cheeks as he laughed at your reaction, both of you crossing your eyes and sticking your tongues out, with the last shot the two of you laughing together— both at and with one another.

There’s something in all 4 shots that sticks out like a sore thumb: a handprint shaped bruise, prominent in a shadowed grip around your forearm, and the incredibly dark circles under Gator’s eyes.

The memory of that day rushes back to him, after staying buried for so long. 

With the slightest bit of pressure on your arm, Gator grabbed your arm to lead you into the mall’s outdated arcade. Immediately, you hissed and yanked it back. He glanced back at you, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’,” Your answer was quick, a little too quick for his liking. He reached out again to take a look at your arm, touch light and cautious this time. 

You were covering a large, handprint shaped bruise, wrapped around your arm, and Gator’s not sure how he missed it earlier. Even with your hand attempting to hide the bruise, it was still clear what it was from.

 “Last night?”

That was all he had to ask for you to nod, because he knew. He knew all too well how your father always treated you, but now the bastard wasn’t even trying to hide the evidence. 

You were well aware of the damage Gator’s father was leaving on him, too. Even if only through words, it was a lot of emotional neglect and manipulation. If not on him, then on Nadine, and Gator hadn’t been able to sleep most nights when he knew something sinister was going on behind closed doors.

“Y’had a rough night too, I guess.” Gator frowned, confused, until you pointed at the heavily shadowed bags under his eyes. He nodded, almost numb to it all by now. At least, he pretended to be.

No further words were exchanged on the abuse either of you endured regularly. This was just how things would end up. Not that one didn’t care about the other, or want to help, but you both knew your situations, vastly different, still held a similar weight in consequences. There wasn’t much more for either of you to do to help the other, so these conversations lead to finding ways to stay distracted, to cheer one another up.

That day, Gator insisted on using the arcade’s photobooth, only intended as a distraction, but it’d later become a memory you both appreciated, even if life was bleak behind it all.

“Bet I can make funnier faces than you,” You teased as you slid into the booth, knowing Gator always loved a good challenge.

He slid in next to you with a smirk, “You’re on.”

Gator moves onto the last photo before getting too caught up in the photobooth memory. He immediately recognizes it from the nights the two of you would go to the drive in. Sometimes, Willow came along, and this is definitely a photo she took.

It’s a little shaky, but the image shows you curled up next to Gator, head on his shoulder while you’re dead asleep. His arm is slung around your shoulders, holding you close as he’s also snoozing away. Both of you were tucked under a blanket in the bed of his truck. He remembers asking Willow for a copy of the photo after she showed him, and kept it in his wallet for the longest time.

It made no sense to Gator; when you left home, the parting gift you graciously gave him was a silent, cold, middle finger from across the street. 

… Why would you bring these with you, hundreds of miles from home, if you hated him back then?

Your arms wrap around Gator’s waist from behind, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

“H- hi, darlin’.”

“Sorry, did you wanna be alone?”

 “Huh? Oh,” Gator turned to face you, still in your embrace. “No, no. Just surprised you have these here.”

You lean to the side, looking around him at the childhood memories. “Yeah, of course I’d have ‘em.”

“But you hated me when you moved… why bring them with you if you hated me?”

“I still loved the memories.” You admit, looking up at him. “It hurt, but it hurt more to think about leavin’ these behind. I couldn’t leave you behind completely.”

It wasn’t the answer Gator expected, but he still accepted it graciously.

“C’mon, I bet Lovebug’s gonna want more cuddles from ya’.” You try moving past the weight of this conversation and the unfinished previous one. “You want any coffee? M’gonna make some.” You’re already heading for the stairs.

Gator watches you before eventually following, “No thanks, darlin’. Can’t really have it anymore… or any caffeine, really.”

He’s only halfway down the set of stairs when you snap your head up from your spot in the kitchenette. “Wait, seriously?” 

He looks around for his glasses, finding them in the window nook, where Lovebug is curled up next to them. When Gator grabs his glasses, Lovebug makes a chirping purr, head instantly pushing into his hand with affection. 

“Hey, lil’ guy,” He scratches his head for a moment before heading back to you, glasses on. They’re different from the ones you saw last night, lenses darker— as if that was even possible— than the ones from last night.

Confused, you ask, “How many pairs do you have?”

“Just these, they’re those… uh, what are they called? Transition lenses? They’re supposed to adjust to being indoors and outdoors, or whatever.” You notice Gator keeps ending his explanations with a “or whatever”, like he’s trying to brush it all off. Like if he keeps acting like this drastic life change isn’t that big of a deal, maybe he can cope with it easily.

“Must be more helpful to have one less pair to worry about, huh?” You try to keep the conversation lighthearted, but it doesn’t earn much of a reaction from Gator. “So, uh, why can’t you have caffeine anymore?”

He slumps into the chair at the small table, head in his hands while he tries avoiding the sunlight of the window right next to the kitchen. “Somethin’ ‘bout adding too much pressure to the eye. I can’t remember.” His mood is falling pretty fast, leaving you concerned. 

“Okay, well— ah, fuck.” You open the cabinet, finding only a bag of coffee grounds, not even tea to offer him, and certainly no food. The last thing on your mind was running errands while waiting for Gator to finally get here. “… I might have to go grab groceries. You don’t gotta come with me, though, just gimme a list of what you—”

“I’ll come with ya’, it’s no trouble,” though he means what he says, Gator sounds so exhausted. 

You turn to lean against the counter, arms crossed over your chest as you chew on your bottom lip while you think. Maybe he just needs another day to chill out; it was a rough trip after over a week, nearly two weeks, maybe— you weren’t sure anymore when the days began to blur together— of straight pain and heartbreak for Gator.

“We can just hang here if you want, and go to the store tomorrow. I’ll order food— please tell me you like bagels, I can’t remember— ”

“Yeah, f’course I do. Who doesn’t like bagels?”

“People without souls.” You joke dryly, lifting a laugh out of Gator, easing your worry a little. “We can just take it easy today, okay? And I’ll figure out what to do about these— ”You point at the windows aggressively, “— maybe find some long ass curtains, or somethin’. I dunno. We’ll figure it out, though.”

Gator gets up to pull you into a hug, kissing your forehead, too. “Thank you.”

“Y’gotta stop thankin’ me for the bare minimum, babe. This is your home, too.” You tease while returning the hug. “Now, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I really need a shower. Wanna join?”

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The bathroom’s dark interior was soothing to the ache in Gator’s head, an inevitable migraine on the horizon from the light everywhere else in the apartment. Between that and just relaxing with you, his mood seemed to have lifted a bit.

The idea of a shower fell off once Gator saw the massive, clawfoot tub. The two of you ended up getting comfortable in a hot bath instead, turning pruny as a conversation carried on. 

“Would surgery help?” You ask while sinking into the water, leaning back into Gator’s chest. You feel him shrug against your back, keeping his casted arm out of the water while the other was wrapped around you.

“That’s an option, but m’kinda freaked out by the idea of somethin’ goin’ wrong on the only eye I got left.” He tries laughing it off, but his voice cracks at the end of his sentence. “Doc gave me a list of referrals when I told him I was movin’ out here, so I gotta go through those to keep up with some kinda treatment.”

“I can help, or if you want, I can ask Ivy, she might know some of the doctors. She told me to tell ya’ if you need any injuries looked at, she’s got ya’.” As you relay the message, you turn around to get a better look at the bandage over his eye socket, holding his face gently as you sit in his lap.

“What’s it look like?” Your question would be forward with anyone else, but Gator knows you’re just curious because you care. 

“Looks like nothin’ you’d wanna see.” He rests his head back against the tub with a sigh, eye fluttering shut. “It’s gross. M’not sure what I’m gonna do when this needs to come off.”

“Like, what, use an eye patch?”

He nods, hand reaching around your hip while his large hand rests on the small of your back, gently pushing you closer. “Or a prosthetic eye, but those fuckers are expensive.” You’re listening intently, but you feel him, half hard underneath you. 

“If this eye starts goin’ they told me I can look into those white canes, or uh, a service dog, but they’re really fuckin’ expensive.” He mutters, gazing back at you. “Darlin’, the way you’re sittin’ ain’t makin’ any of this easier to talk about.”

“Sorry,” You murmur, about to push back, but Gator’s grip keeps you in place.

“Didn’t say it had t’stop.” 

“Maybe you’re the one making it hard for me to be a good partner who listens.”

“You? Listenin’? Yeah, to everythin’ except when you decide to brat out.”

“Hey, you said it, not me.” 

Gator holds your face with the hand in the cast, grateful he can still move his fingers, for little things, like holding your chin to keep you from looking away. 

“Will this scare you away when it’s all healed?” He’s still talking about the space where his eye used to be.

Your brows scrunch together, confused and hurt for him that this is how he sees himself now. “What? Gator, y’gotta stop acting like this makes you some kinda’ monster.”

“I brought it on myself, I think I got every right to feel like a fuckin’ monster from the inside out.” He can’t look at you, pushing his head back as he stares up at the ceiling. You don’t miss the silent tear that slides down the side of his face. “I know if anyone else was in my shoes, I wouldn’t ever think of ‘em like this. But with myself, it- it’s on my mind, constantly. I’ve always felt like a failure, and now it feels like y’can see it, too.”

“This isn’t your fault, and I hope you can understand someday that you never deserved this.” You wish there was a way to show him, to make him believe this isn’t a fate anyone deserves. “I- I can only imagine how fuckin’ hard it is to get up every day and realize this is how things are, and will be, forever. I can only imagine how fuckin’ terrifying it was when it happened. None of this is easy, but you’re not facing this alone.”

Gator, sighing, isn’t satisfied with your response. You mean well. You genuinely care. But he can’t help feeling like a burden. He’s certain he’s a burden. Maybe he should’ve stayed home. You’ve been living the life you wanted, that you deserved, and he doesn’t want to hold you back from anything.

“It is my fault.”

“It’s not.”

“Why are you so set on tryin’ to see the good in me, anyway?” He sounds stuck somewhere between anger and grief, sitting up again. The warm water sloshes around the two of you, like waves building before a storm. “There’s nothin’ worth lookin’ for.”

You’re left stunned by his words. You reach for his face, holding him softly, but he can’t bring himself to look at you. “Gator, don’t say that. You hear me? Don’t you ever— ”

“I was already useless before this, now I- I feel like a waste of space—“

“Gator, enough.”

“No, y’know it’s the truth, y’know—“ 

“Enough! Useless? What, Roy said that, right? As if anything that piece of shit has ever said was worth its weight.” You’re all over the place with your feelings; angry, sad, filled with justified rage towards anyone who ever hurt Gator, flooded with grief for him, for what he endured and what he’ll live with forever.

“I want to help, not because I think you’re useless. I don’t see you as a waste of space. I’ll remind you every day that you’re so much more than the lies he told you. Every day until you begin to believe you’re worthy of a second chance.”

He doesn’t stop you, but that doesn’t stop him from tensing up underneath you as he holds his emotions back.

“And I ain’t the only one who believes in you. Everyone in this house already loves you, wants the best for you, even if y’all haven’t met yet. I know damn well Dot wouldn’t let ya’ talk like this either. You’ve got so many people in your corner who care about you, who want you to have the second chance you deserve.”

Gator won’t look at you still, jaw set while a few more stray tears fall.

“You’re allowed to grieve, get angry, anything this entire nightmare makes you feel— feel it, it’s valid.” You take a deep breath, “But you have to break out of the mindset your dad shoved you in. I know you, Gator. I have seen the best of you already. You’re protective, you’re smart—”

Gator scoffs a sharp, cold laugh. “Yeah? So smart I held onto a grudge until it ruined my life? Jesus, darlin’, you gotta accept the facts. I lost a part of me, literally, permanently and it’s all on me.”

You just finished saying he’s allowed to feel how he feels, but for some reason, that comment twists a rusty knife that’s still left in your heart all this time later. One you must’ve missed when you moved and began healing again.

This isn’t about you, this isn’t your grief to take and twist into your own, but the words shoot out before you can stop them. “You’re not the only person who lost an important part of themselves.”

“Don’t.” He snaps, finally glaring at you. “Me losing half of my sight ain’t the same as your loss.”

“Never said it was, but you can still live without that part of you. If I can do it I know you can.”

Gator lashes out, hands gripping the sides of the tub as you slide off of him, “You can have a baby again, you can try again, you have chances to try again, but I’ll never, ever get my vision back fully. Don’t fuckin’ compare the two.”

“Oh, for fucks’ sake— Gator, I’m not comparing them!” You’re angry; it’s just the two of you bouncing rage off of one another, misdirecting it completely. “I can’t try again, and you’d know if you’d just let me explain that when I was ready to.”

This isn’t your trauma to heal from, but yours isn’t his to heal from, either. You didn’t word this, any of this, the way you wanted. You just hoped to somehow, maybe, show him he wasn’t alone in feeling like a failure for things out of one’s control.

“No, it’s not the same as losing your eyesight, but I get losing something important, something that’s literally a part of your entire being. I don’t get another chance. I don’t get a re-do.”

His face falls as the anger drains from his features. “You… you don’t?”

“No, not without— look, I— I’m sorry, I shouldn’t shove myself into your trauma to try fixing it… I wanted to remind you that you’re not alone in feeling like a failure for something out of their control. You still find ways to keep living and moving forward. Just like I’ve done, like I am still doing… Sometimes it just helps to have that safe space to grieve. You have that here, with me, with anyone in this house.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Gator opens his arms, and immediately you return to his embrace. He leans into your shoulder, shuddering a sob while his arms close in around you, holding you close. “Fuckin’ hell… m’sorry—“

“You didn’t know. And you have every right to be upset, and upset with me, but don’t— please don’t ever believe for a second anything your father’s called you.” Your fingers soothingly scratch over his scalp while they run through his hair. In a moment of pettiness, you mutter, “If anything, he’s useless, rotting away in prison while you’re starting over to live a better life.”

He laughs through his tears into your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Gator.”

An echoing, baby-like meow startles you both; you peek over the edge of the tub to find Lovebug looking up at the both of you with his wide eyes, purring loudly.

“We love you too, Lovebug, don’t worry,” Gator chuckles while putting his hand out for the cat to rub against. He rubs the tears out of his eye with the other hand.

“I can’t believe you’re not even here 24 hours and you stole my cat.” You narrow your eyes at Gator, smirking. “Can’t have shit in New York.”

“Aw, c’mon, we can have shared custody,” He jokes, now giving Lovebug chin scratches. The cat juts his chin out happily. “Lovebug, you’re cute and all, but I gotta give your mama some love, too.”

As if he understood what Gator was saying, Lovebug makes a beeline out the door. You watch in disbelief with your jaw dropped. “What the fuck are you? The cat whisperer?”

“Maybe,” Gator grins, stifling a laugh, “Ya’ think it works on this p— ”

“Gator, god help you if you’re about to make the joke I think you’re goin’ to make.” 

“Yeah, we need bagels. You’re hangry,” Gator teases, pulling you back into his lap as you scoff at him. “Can I do somethin’ quick before we get out? It’s really important.”

Your brows knit together while your laugh dies down, slightly concerned, but amused, too. “What’s important?”

Gator adjusts himself underneath you, slowly pushing into your entrance, watching as your smile fades into an open mouthed, silent moan while your head falls back. He holds you upright, hands gliding up your spine; one stays on your back, the other at the back of your neck as you grind down onto him. 

With his lips on your neck as you take over, rocking your hips into his, he groans, “Gotta make my girl feel good first.” 

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman smut #tramps like us #part time soulmate full time problem #my fics

[myreygn]

tkltober day 12: Bites/Nibbles

Haikyuu!! - ler!Osamu, lee!Suna

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“You’re a terrible host.”

Suna didn’t even bother looking up from his notes. “I’m busy studying, Samu. I told you I’d be.”

Osamu let out a huff. “Yeah, and I, your guest, am hungry.”

“Yeah, and you, my boyfriend who’s here five days a week, know exactly where the fridge is.”

“That’s not the point.”

The middle blocker sighed and finally glanced at his visitor who was sprawled out next to him on the bed and glared at him. “Then what is?”

Osamu sat up to throw an arm around his shoulders and lean onto him. Suna didn’t mind the sudden invasion of his personal space, just returned to his biology homework without waiting for the point. If Osamu had to throw his body weight on top of him like this to make it, it couldn’t be a good one. “The point is that you’ve barely given me any attention this entire time and fixing us a snack is the least you could do, for both of us. I’ve been here all day, haven’t seen ya eat a single bite.”

Oh, right. Damn, he had really been wrapped up in his stupid school work. Suna gave Osamu a pat on the head. “You’re right… let me just finish this, okay?”

“How long is it gonna take?”

“I just need to get through one… two more pages, then I’m done with this topic.”

“That’s too long.”

Even though Osamu sounded somewhat upset, Suna continued scribbling down notes. His boyfriend would get over it and besides, he had been behind on this shit since the school year started and he wasn’t so sure they’d let him play in nationals if he didn’t catch up soon. “After that we can make dinner, I promise.”

“Alright…”

And Suna thought that was the end of that, but of course it wasn’t. With Miya Osamu, there never was an end to anything revolving around food. “Hey- whahat are you doing?” He couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out when he felt a nose nuzzling into his neck.

“Just watching.” Lips were pressed to his skin and Suna flinched. This would’ve probably been very nice if his neck wasn’t one of the most sensitive spots on his body.

“Samu, that tickles-”

“I know.” A squeak slipped out of Suna’s mouth when Osamu softly bit him - it didn’t hurt, it just tickled like crazy. And when Osamu spoke, the smirk was audible in his voice. “I’m just getting an appetizer.”

“Samu, Sahamu, wahahAIT- gyahahaha!”

“That bad already?” Osamu let out a low chuckle that would’ve made Suna weak in the knees in literally any other situation - not when it was used to mock him though! “I haven’t even done anything for real yet.”

The only good thing about what followed was that the teasing stopped. A hand softly but firmly holding his chin prevented him from scrunching up to protect himself and a second hand holding his wrist made it nearly impossible for him to interfere with the relentless mouth his neck was being subjected to. The bites, kisses and even licks might’ve even been really hot if it weren’t for the fact that he was damn near crying from laughter in no time. Should’ve never let Osamu find out about this. Should’ve never let Osamu in his life in the first place. When he felt a nibble on his ear, it was officially over.

“SAHAHAHAHAMUHU! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!”

“So you’re gonna get food with me now?”

“YEHEHEHEHES, JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Heh, alright.” Osame pressed one last kiss to his cheek before letting go of him and laughing softly when Suna slumped against him, trying to catch his breath. “You okay?”

Suna nodded and sat up with a groan. “I’m good, I’m good... Let’s get take out. My treat.”

“Really?!” He almost laughed at how excited Osamu got (why was he so cute, this was unfair) and quickly gave him a kiss.

“Yeah, really. I’m sorry for ignoring you all day.” A wicked grin spread his lips. “And I need to strengthen myself so I can get you back later.”

Osamu just laughed and stood up, holding out his hand for Suna to grab. “I can live with that.”

#rey writes #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tkltober #haikyuu!! #miya osamu #suna rintarou #osasuna #sunaosa #i wasn't sure on the more common shipping name lol sorry #ler!osamu #lee!suna #ticklish!suna

[kissesforenhypen]

His Angel. 🤍 (심재윤 - Jake)

(this is my first work and i was rlly nervous to post this! T-T)

nonidol!jake x fem!reader

Word count: 764 (sorry it’s short!)

Lable: fluff!

Warnings: no warnings except pet names (Angel)

Summary: you and jake get in a big fight and he says some hurtful things.. how will he make up for it?

(Now playing: Darl+ing! ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.)

You walked back into you’re and Jake’s shared room. It was cold and empty, not shocking. It still lingered a negative feeling from earlier. You looked around, feeling heartbroken. Earlier that day you and jake had had a big fight. 

(The fight) 

“You were clearly flirting with her! i’m not stupid!” 

You exclaimed. your heart was aching. You know what you saw. Jake stared at you in shock. You had never raised your voice at him before. You were typically soft spoken and calm.. but today, that wasn’t the case. 

“You’re fucking crazy! You always do this! You won’t even hear me out! I was just being friendly, but no! You have to go and be a little bitch about it and come whining that i’m flirting!”

 Jake exclaimed, quickly wishing he could take back what he had just said. Your face was red and your breathing was quick. You had gentle tears streaming down your cheeks to accompany your face of disbelief, but you didn’t care. You looked down at your hand, the promise ring jake and you had gifted each other on your 3rd anniversary shimmered on your ring finger. Like it was instinct, you took it off and threw it to the ground, right infront of Jake.

 “I’m fucking tired of you, Jake. How the fuck could you say that shit! I was just fucking worried my boyfriend likes another girl! Is that so bad!? Is it so bad that I care about you!? What is wrong with you recently!?” 

You exclaimed as you stormed out of the room with a heavy heart and a torn look, lingering on your face.

(Back to the present) You stood in your and Jake’s shared room, still hurt because of what he had done to you and said during the fight. It’s like he didn’t care at all. You made your way to the bed, which was empty. 

“i should have known..” You mumbled to yourself as you observed the area. Jake was nowhere to be found, but all his stuff was still here. You felt yourself start to tear up as you look around. You slowly begin to cry, feeling a burning sense of guilt, like it was your fault. You hear a sound through the door but don’t pay any mind to it, as your stuck in your thoughts and tears. 

“Angel..?” 

You jump and quickly wipe your tears as you turn around. It was Jake, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his left hand and a big box of your favorite things in the other. On Jake’s finger was your promise ring that you had thrown to the floor earlier.

 “Angel.. i’m truly so sorry for ignoring your feelings and being.. way too friendly with other girls. I’m so sorry.. your my world. I love you so much. Your the love of my life.. and the only girl i’ve ever had eyes for. I’m so sorry for what i said to you. I was just caught up in the moment... Please don’t cry, angel.” 

Jake said, his hands lightly shaking. His face showed a deep feeling by of guilt and the want for your forgiveness. You stared at him, but couldn’t help but feel your heart melt when he smiled. His nervous boxy smile sealed the deal. 

“Jake.. it’s.. okay. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

You say as you watch Jake’s face illuminate with happiness. 

“Ok angel! Uh.. where do you want me to put these..?” 

He asked. You snap out of your little lovesick trance and giggle. You point to your desk. 

“Over there.. please”

Jake nodded and placed your stuff down. He then happily made his way over to you. His footsteps were light, he felt like he was on cloud 9.

“Can you please put this back on now?”

Jake asked as he took off your shiny promise ring from his hand and gave it back to you. You nodded and let out a content sigh as you slipped the pearly piece of jewelry back on, the blue heart shaped diamond in the middle sparking a flame in your heart.

“Let’s go lay down, angel?” 

Jake suggested.

“Okay my love.” 

You said in return. You both climbed into your warm bed. The night felt complete as you felt Jakes arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to his body. You back against his chest, his soft breathing, his warmth.. That was all you needed. Maybe what Jake did wasn’t so bad. Because at the end of the day.. you would always be his angel.

#enhypen #enha imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfic #enhypen jake #jake fluff #first work #Spotify

[aknunek0writer]

If you don't mind, could I request a young aruji-sama who is very mature for their age? (With any of the butlers, I can't pick between all of them even if my life depended on it >///<)

Of course ^w^ and l relate so much with you XD

# — □■.young aruji-sama it's very mature for their age.■□

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- ♡ characters: Miyaji Oldia - Luca Thompscie- Beriian Cliane.

- ⚠ warning: very much fluffy - small a bit of angst - spoilers in luca part!

- ☆ gn reader

- ✎ Please do not Reupload on anything other than Tumblr!

- ◇ enjoy <3

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-♧ Miyaji Oldia,,ミヤジ・オルディア ♣︎-

Very amazed at you but still treats you like a child doesn't matter if you like it or not

Asks you very hard questions that would be hard for a normal child but you can answered always correctly because that how smart you are and gives you a treats for it would be candy food etc.

If you feel bad or feel like you lost your childhood because of how mature you are and people don't treat you like a child he will treat you like a child or comfort you for being a very mature child

"It's okay to be smart or wise aruji-sama♡"

Will glare at anyone who makes fun of you or say something wrong they only have 5 seconds to ru-

-◇ Lucas Thompscie,,ルカス・トンプシー◆

It's Surprising to see someone like him Especially his aruji-sama.

Takes care of you treating you like you are a child if you like it or not doesn't want you to feel the same pain he felt not have anyone to be with him...

Praises you daily for coming to the meeting with him or finding something like a mistake in the paperwork he Finished.

If you feel like you lost your childhood or feel bad for being so mature he will comfort you as he understands how you felt for long time..doesn't want you to go through the same pain and despair he went through..♡

Will not hesitate to beat someone up for making fun of your or bullying or anything he will glare at the nobles if they say something bad about you (same with Miyaji and Berrian).

-旦 Berrien Cliane,,ベリアン・クライアン 旦-

Treats you like any normal child if you like it or not he amazed of course but he wants you to live though you childhood.

Gives you treats like cake or cookies etc to help with your homework like an older brother (same with Luca and Miyaji). ♡

If you feel bad about being mature or not living through your childhood, he will comfort you by hugging you, letting you cry on his shoulder putting you to sleep like a child

Will not take lightly anything that it's bad saying to you like making fun of you or talking about you from children (even tho he loves children) or nobles he will glare into their souls with a terrific smile on his face.

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #devil butler with black cat x reader #あくねこ #—ꕥ #𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅☾︎☆ #Berrian Cliane #Miyaji Oldia #Luca Thompscie #why its this so comforting to me #why its this so cute #Older Brother or Guardian Figure Energy #idk what im doing #very much ooc

[disaster-daydreams]

See You Later pt. 9

Mammon (Obey Me! Shall We Date?) x GN!reader

See You Later Masterlist

A/N - Okay so this isn't going to end sad I swear. It won't end with a pretty gold ribbon but I won't end sad. Anyways, I know I literally dropped off the face of the planet. Uh,,, I can't go into detail about what happened but basically I got my entire life yanked out from under me wHOO! But I also started college and uh,,, 15 hours with 9 of them being writing intensive? Not a good choice. But I'm an English major now!! And next semester will be easier.

CW! Trauma, and MC collapses. Also, crying, bc MC was laying on the FLOOR for WAY too long.

See You Later Masterlist

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“It’s not bad, I promise. It’s just… problematic.” Barbatos sighed, pulling back to sit on the balls of his feet. “And I suppose I’m not being entirely truthful. That has happened before, just…” He hesitates, and glances at Diavolo.

“It’s nothing. Just know, for now, do not use your pacts. They will not work correctly, and you may end up hurting the brothers if you try.” Barbatos stands up and sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. “I will have to work on a solution. Lucifer,” he looks over, and suddenly Barbatos seems much older than anyone else in this room. “I will be out of commission for the time. Keep things under control.”

Lucifer nods, and Diavolo glances between them. “Do I… get any context for this?”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to comprehend it now. Go to sleep. Your distressingly overdue paperwork can wait.”

Diavolo cringed, nodding and choosing to take this small mercy over questioning the butler. Barbatos, satisfied with this, turns to leave. Just as he makes it to the door, he turns. “Listen. The magic that was required to change you… it is incredibly powerful. You will find its equal in no books or legends. Do not attempt to alter it.”

The door slams as he leaves, and Diavolo lets out a shaky breath. 

“That was… concerning, to say the least,” Diavolo laughs, and Mammon decides that he has definitely been crying. Part of him wants to comfort the prince, but he also doesn’t know if he can get up yet. 

“What is he going to do? Being out of commission… and he didn’t ask, or even wonder if there could have been another way.” Lucifer murmurs, still looking at the doors. “There has to be some other way. He shifts, rolling his shoulders as he stands and pulls Diavolo to his feet. “In any case, I can’t carry them together. I’ll get Mammon; he’ll be the strongest. And heaviest.” Diavolo nods, uncertain. “Just to a bedroom, for now. We all need sleep.”

The shuffle down the hallway was slow and painful and tense. So many questions, and soreness, and exhaustion. Apparently Mammon had been out for only a day, and Diavolo had been inconsolable. Lucifer had barely slept since the beginning of this ordeal, he just didn’t show it as much. Barbatos had been by his side the whole time, and Satan had been running around doing his best to research the magic required to pull the human out of their trance. 

Mammon, halfway to the bedroom they would stay in, was able to stand on his own. Lucifer was going to help Diavolo, but by the time he even thought about it, Mammon had glued himself to the human’s free side. They were both breathing heavily, and the human’s hand had begun to spasm, even in the clasp of Mammon’s. 

“I feel like Barbatos knows something and won’t tell me.” Diavolo sounded crushed, like all the air had been taken from his lungs. The group kept walking.

“We are going to talk later about your impulsiveness, Mammon,” Lucifer’s voice was low and quiet, no trace of the threat the words conveyed. “You could have never come back.” The group kept walking.

“I feel like there’s somethin’ wrong with my head.” Mammon blinked rapidly, wavering dangerously. Lucifer grabbed his arm and righted him. The group kept walking.

“I hurt.” A squeak, barely audible, sounded before the human completely collapsed. Diavolo caught them, and he carried them bridal style the rest of the way to the room.

It was comfortable and cool, with a thick comforter on each of two wide beds. Curtains billowed in the breeze the doors created, shifting across the carpeted floors. Diavolo gently placed the human in the nearest bed, pulling the covers up to their chin. They smiled at him and made a small noise in the back of their throat, but the effort seemed too much and they gave up. Diavolo smiled and turned towards Mammon.

“You have the choice to stay in the second bed, but,” Diavolo blinked slowly, rubbing his eyes. “I think they would appreciate it more if you stayed with them. Go easy on yourselves, and sleep as long as you need.” His smile fell, and his gaze shifted past Mammon and Lucifer, focused on some distant point. “I think Barbatos may take a while.”

Mammon nodded, muttering a ragged “Thanks,” before pulling himself in with his human. Their hand twitched against his chest, and they nestled into him, pulling into his warmth. They were cold, unnaturally so, and shaking even more.

The sniffling started soon after the door creaked shut, their tears dripping onto his neck and hands gripping his shirt. Mammon pulled them closer, interlocking their legs and wrapping his arms around their waist. It clicked for him that this wasn’t over; they were in pain, of course they would be, they were in that horrible place for much longer than he was. There was so much he wanted to ask them; how many times they had lived through those memories, how much they had thought of him, what they were feeling right now.

He buried his face in their neck, breathing them in and wishing that this could have been under better circumstances, that one day they could be together without pain, or sadness, or some threat hanging over their heads. 

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed that on ya so suddenly,” he started, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I should’ve given ya time. I should’ve thought about all this before. I just-” 

“Mams.”

“Right.”

He sighed, pulling them in. The drift off to sleep was slow and often interrupted; One of them would shift, or jerk awake, or have a nightmare, and the other would be there to comfort them. Time held no meaning - the door stayed closed, the view from the window never changed, and the only noise in the room was fabric shifting and steady breathing. For the first time since the exchange program began, the two were allowed to find solace in each other without fear or hesitation.

For the first time since they had met, they allowed themselves to love each other.

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See You Later Masterlist

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[fayeelikefairie]

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. Brightst☆r presents....♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

(Emu x Ami? Or shiho x Ami?)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Happy birthday emu,giving with care!"

01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55

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Sitting in a Cafe with leo/need thinking about what to get her, "Maybe we could get her a skirt or dress?" Akira suggested to the group. Honami nodded "maybe,she seemed like she'd like that.." Ami Sat there thinking,and then she gasped, "oh oh!" Everyone turned "huh? What did you think of?" Sora asked,tilting her head. "Yeah. What did you think of?" Shiho asked with a slight smile. Ami felt nervous but said her mind with confidence. "Maybe we could get Emu a cat? I have the money and I think she'd like one! I have one in mind for her already!"

She said with nervousness melting away,looking at everyone's face to see how they react,saki had a smile,she gasped "oh!! Yeah! A cat would fit her so much!! She was telling me how she wanted an animall!" Honami did a small laugh "she was? Oh yeah,I remember that,.. maybe that could be the big gift and we could all bring smaller gifts!" Everyone nodded in agreement "mhm. That sounds good,you could make her or get her an apple pie,hon!" Akira beamed, Honami nodded "that's my plan!" She blushed,closing her eyes with a soft smile. "Uh..." Sora said In a unfamiliar soft tone. Making everyone look at her "I don't really know her well.. what does she like?" Her voice got louder agian. "She's simple." Shiho said with a small laugh "anything cute,or pink." Sora nodded "oh okay.. thank you shi.." Sora trailed off, "shiho." Sora laughed "okay,thank you shiho."

★˗ˏˋ ꒰Cat hours꒱ ˎˊ-✩

In a pet shop shiho,Ami,and Akira were walking through,to the cats in the back,the sound of children crying,cats,dogs,the sounds of fish tanks,so many sounds made Ami shudder. "You alright?" Shiho asked,making ami turn to her,giving a small nod. It was for Emu,she had to tough it out. "If you have a problem with it I'll get it,alright?" Shiho said,with flustered cheeks,and a soft smile,Ami gave a small style "alright.." They stopped walking as they got to the cat section, "so. What was the cat you wanted to get her?" Shiho asked

"A ginger cat.." she said softly,nervous about the people around her. She blushed,out of embarrassment,or something else,she didn't know. "Ah,alright,there's a.. ginger cat right there." Shiho walked over to the ginger cat,Ami following "Cupcake..." ami laughed "aww,so adorable.." she put her finger close to the cage and the cats ears perked up,as It tried to sniff her finger making Ami move her finger closer,and into the cage,the cat licked her finger,and gave a small meow. Ami and shihos heart melted, "this one." She said,she blinked "are we gonna look at anymore?" Shiho asked making sure,

Ami shook her head "nope,this one!" Shiho felt her cheeks warm at the smile Ami was giving,how gentle she was being with the cat,man shin and shizuku would so gossip bout this if they knew.

★˗ˏˋ ꒰Birthday꒱ ˎˊ-✩

On the way to the park they had planned,the phone rang. Shiho awsnered with a sigh "yes shizuku? Mhm. Okay,wait what!? We got her tha- well sort it out," shiho had a smile as she hung up "what was that about?" Ami asked with a head tilted "apparently tsukasa and saki got her a cat to..." Shiho laughed,Ami laughed "so two cats!" She said, "she's really going to love that!"

They reached the park,to see emu around gifts and a cat.she perked up, a bright smile on her face as she raced to them "shiho!! Ami!!" She hugged shiho tightly making her gasp and ami snuck handed shiho the cat "what's that? Is that for me?" Emu gasped,Ami tensed up "y..yeah.." she said softly. "Show me!! Pretty pretty pleasee!" Emu begged,looking at shiho, shiho showed her. She gasped tearing up "A kitty!! I'm calling you tsukasa that'll go perfect with nene!!" She beamed, "it was Amis idea." Shiho said,and Emu put the cat down,it stayed by her feet as she hugged Ami tightly. "Aaa!! Thank you so much Ami!! Your both the best!!"

#project sekai #project sekai oc #brightst☆r #project sekai fanfic #project sekai fangroup #oc x oc #hastune miku colorful stage #canon x oc #leo/need #happy birthday emu #emu otori

[a-student-out-of-time]

Turn It Off

(Original song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KSBEChzpMM)

Hitaru: It isn’t that I don’t believe it’s possible, it’s just...

I’ve spent so long...simply keeping quiet and waiting...and sometimes, I...

???: I’ve got a feeling That you could be feeling A whole lot better than you feel today

Hitaru: Wait, who’s...

???: You say you got a problem? Well that’s no problem It’s super easy not to feel that way

Hitaru: Wait...y-you’re...

???: When you start to get confused because of thoughts in your head Don’t feel those feelings Hold them in instead!

Turn it off! Like a light switch! Just go click! It’s our cool little family trick! I do it all the time!

When you’re feeling certain feelings that just don’t seem right Treat those pesky feelings like a reading light And turn them off!  Like a light switch Just go bap! Really, what’s so hard about that?

Turn it off! Turn it off, right?

Hitaru: Since I was young, mom n’ dad Would treat us all real bad Every time they couldn’t find their muse

They’d be acting manic, and I’d start to panic “How’m I gonna keep those three from getting abused?”

I’d see them all scared, and my soul was dying And Father said to me, “Now don’t you dare start crying…”

???: Turn it off! Like a light switch Just go flick! It’s our nifty little family trick! Turn it off Turn! It! off!

Hitaru: Iroha tried her hardest but she was no artist Mother was ashamed and she locked her away

Then one day we saw She could paint and draw Our parents finally gave her a place to stay

Then one day, she was gone And I thought I’d just missed her

And Mother then asked me “Where is your sister?”

???: Turn it off! Bid those sad feelings adieu!

Hitaru: The fear that all I ever did was fail you...

???: And now she says she’ll save us all from this cursed place, But she’s gotta come do a break-in first?

That’s dangerous and crazy, she’s only just a baby If our parents catch her here, that’s so much worse! They’ll hurt her, I know, and she’ll be trapped forever, And it all will be my fault, I should’ve never…

Hitaru: WHOA!

Turn it off! Like a light switch

There, it’s gone! My happier side just won! I’m all better now!

Iroha’s brave and smart, she’s got this all in the bag So if you’re worried her plan might hit a snag Turn it off!

???: Well, Hitaru-chan, I think it’s okay that we’re having all these negative thoughts, just as long as we don’t show them to our family.

Hitaru: No! Cause then we’re just keeping it down Like a dimmer switch on low (On low!) Thinking “Nobody needs to know!” (Uh oh!) But that’s not true! Being scared is bad, but lying is worse Now I realize we have a curable curse

I’ll turn it ooooff! Turn it off! ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ Turn it off!

???: Now how do you feel?

Hitaru: …The same But I know that my parents are to blame I’m not gonna let things stand like this

Imagine that my brain is made of tiny boxes I’ll find the box that’s scared and

CRUSH IT!

Okay?

Choir: ALRIGHT! IT WORKED! YAAAAY!

Hitaru&Choir: Turn it off, turn it off! Turn it off, turn it off! Turn it off! Like a light switch, Just go click! Click! Click! What a cool little family trick! I do it all the time! When you’re feeling certain feelings that just don’t seem right,  Treat those pesky feelings like a reading light

And turn it off! (Like a light switch on a cord!) Now I’m not afraid and I Turned it, turn it, turn it, turn it, Turn it, turn it, turn it, turn it, Tu-u-urn it…

Hitaru: Turn it off!

#danganronpa #hitaru nijiue #a student out of time #DR #All Eyes On Me arc #Musical number

[knharts]

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Our cat was sleeping on the bed per usual. I thought I should sing him a lullaby, and so I did.

"Edelweiss... Edelweiss... Every morning you greet me..." ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

As the song fluttered out of my mouth, I was taken back to that time I would catch my grandma by the backyard, her heavenly hums made me feel as if I was the one being lulled to sleep. She was holding my youngest cousin, nestled gently in her arms, as the soft golden hour dappled their skin. The tenderness of that scene made me percieve love on a deeper level. I wasn't the one being hushed by my father's mom, but I was hushed by the warmth resonating from the display of the kind gesture to a blooming life. Then I was taken again to a different time. When have I ever felt that kind of warmth from those people I love?

When I was a kid my aunt went in my room to check on me, as I was pretending to be asleep, she planted a kiss on my forehead then left.

That one time my father told me he loves me, as he rarely says this. Gave me a small hug as I was crying and kissed my forehead too.

My bestfriend let me stay at her house and she knew I wasn’t doing okay. She never left my room because she knew I would get lonely.

Its as if these moments touched my soul with warmth and has made me feel that this is why I continue to live. Life is made up of all these moments and is bundled up to illuminate a longing soul. - kunehoho

#thoughts #family #spilled thoughts #love #warmth #comforting

[moonlight-melts]

Le cœur qui pique

Something something I re-thought about how canon treated him and I got mad.

'tis a vent fic, in which I really heavily discuss suicide and refer to bullying. Proceed carefully.

This takes place when we were in our last year of middle school. We're around 14/15, and not together yet.

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-Hey, Yūki? You okay?

He nods, and carefully avoids my gaze. He's lying. After a long silence, he speaks up.

-I... I don't understand why I'm here.

His voice is soft, and I have to strain to hear him. Confused, I ask:

-What do you mean?

-You know... The guys at school. They... What they all say. I'm worthless. I'm a zero. Maybe they're right. Sometimes I feel like...

He trails off and, unsure of what to say, I press a bit.

-Like?

-Like I should just die, or something.

My heart drops and I feel sick. Tears are glistening in his eyes. It feels unreal, hearing your best friend say that. Shocked, I ask, wanting to be sure I heard well:

-You... Do you want to kill yourself?

Yūki sniffles, hesitates, and nods. Wiping his face with the sleeve of his uniform shirt, he adds:

-I think so. I'd be easier to just... End things, than deal with it.

It feels like he wants to add something, but as soon as he tries to say anything, the only thing that escapes his lips is a thick, hard sob.

The room is dark and it takes me what seems like hours to react. But when I do, I'm only able to take a step forward and scoop him in my arms. One of my hands runs through his hair as the other clenches his shirt in trembling fingers.

-Why...?

I mutter, my voice a scared murmur.

-I told you. I'm worth nothing. Everyone would be better off without me.

My heart aches so bad it physically hurts. Air gets stuck in my throat and for at least an eternity I just can't answer. He feels so fragile, like he could slip out of my grasp and disappear any moment. And I'm terrified of that.

-You're my best friend. I finally whisper. It's so selfish, but I care so much about you. We've been friends since... Forever. And if you feel like no one cares it's not true because I do. I care.

-Do you mean that...?

-Yeah. I know it sounds selfish but I'm scared of losing you. I... I told you, you're my best friend. And I love you.

-I love you too.

I cling to him a bit tighter and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to cry even though my eyes sting.

-It hurts.

He says.

-I know.

I really do. More often than not, I feel the exact same.

-Why me? He asks. Why us?

-I don't know. I answer. I don't know at all.

And the only thing we can do is hope that the storm will pass.

#vent writing #blueberry writes 🖋️ #telling words not to be told 🌙

[someh0eontheinternet]

Hop x Gender Neutral Reader - Pokemon SWSH Oneshot!

The violet haired boy sat alone in his bedroom, tears streaming down his cheeks as he held Leon’s favourite Charizard cap in his hands.

“Will I ever be as good as you.” The Pokemon trainer chocked out, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. 

It was always Hop’s dream to be the best Pokemon Trainer in Galar, defeating his older brother Leon in an epic Pokemon battle and overthrowing the thrown! But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t win a single pokemon battle against his rival, neighbor, current champion, and friend Y-n, let alone the former Galar region champion.  

He grasped the red and white Pokeball in his hands that contained his prized Pokemon Dubwool. He had been working his ass off training Dubwool until he reached level 40, but as soon as Y-n threw out their first pokemon in their last match, Hop realised he was done for.

...level 52

No matter what he tried, they were always lightyears ahead of him. It was almost like they were playing on entirely different leveling fields. But the thing is, they both started at the same place, in the same town, with the same level pokemon.

Hop was just weak.

Or so he thought...

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It didn’t take long for you to realise Hop was acting strange. He would change up his team every second battle, and his usual cheery persona was replaced with a quiet, closed off one.

One day, after a particularly brutal loss on his part, you decided you have had enough and confronted him about his change in character. 

That day was today....

You marched upstairs to Hop’s bedroom and opened the door without knocking. The sight before you broke your heart. Hop was sitting on the floor of his room with his face cupped in his palm, tears dripping off his hands. 

The golden eyed boy jolted his head up and his facial expression twisted into one of horror. His best friend in the whole world and number one rival had just walked in on him crying on his bedroom floor, in such a vulnerable state. What could be more embarrassing than this!?

“I’m....I’m so sorry Y-n. It’s not as bad as it looks. Please don’t worry about...”

Before he could finish you had him wrapped in your arms. Surprised by your sudden show of affection, Hop flinched and froze on the spot, unsure of what to do.

You began running your fingers through his violet hair on the back of his head and humming a sweet tune. ♩♪♫♬♭♮♯°

“♫♬ ....its okay to cry Hop. ♩♪“

As those words left your lips, this taller boy lost all the composure he once had and let out a huge sob as he pushed his head into your shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably. 

“Its okay, its okay, let it out.” You breathe, trying not to show him the slow tears running down your own face, as you cried in sympathy for your friend. 

“I-I just...” Hop wraps his huge arms around you and traps you into his chest. “I.. just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to beat you Y-n...” After finally saying those words out loud that have been lingering on his mind for months now, he begins sobbing again as he squeezes the fabric of your sweater even tighter in his fist. 

“Oh hop...” Your eyes narrow as you feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. There’s a very good reason you keep winning against him, and it’s certainly not skill...

You clasp Hop’s face in your hands and make him look at you. His glowing golden eyes sparkle in the light of the sunset seeping through his curtains.

Maybe this is insensitive, but you’ve never seen him look more beautiful...

“Hop...you really have no idea do you.” You gently smile at him, moving his hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“Wh--what do you mean?” Hop turns his head to one side, genuinely puzzled by your statement. 

“Just how strong you are.” You grin widely as your best friend as he widens his radiant eyes, tears still falling off his lashes. You extend your thumb out to under his eyes and wipe away his tears. 

“Strength is certainly in your genes. That is no secret. Your family has an amazing talent for Pokemon battling don’t ya know? And you are certainly no exception. If our meeting was under any other circumstance, you would most surely kick my ass in every battle we have.” 

“What...could you possibly mean by that, Y-n!?” Hop jolts up, inching closer to your face, clearly intrigued. 

You shift your eyes to the floor, contemplating telling him the truth. He’s your number one friend in this whole universe, and he’s tried so very hard in his training...he deserves to know.

You turn your eyes back to the teary eyed face of your best friend and your heart brakes. Could you really tell your crying best friend that you’ve been lying to him this entire time...tell him that you aren’t even a real character. 

You decide against it.

You may not be able to tell Hop the truth about you, but you can grant him another wish...

“Hop....”

You slowly inch closer to his lips, shifting your focus from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again until your lips make contact with his. You begin kissing him and unsurprisingly he kisses back. 

You’ve known he’s had a thing for you for a while, and quite frankly you’ve fallen for his cute ass as well as you’ve traveled with him. There is no one else you’d rather share this moment with. 

Your lips dance with his as he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly oblige and before long your ‘best friend’ is exploring your mouth with his tongue. He lets out a deep growl, clearly satisfied with your ‘taste’. 

He slowly crawls on top of you, pinning you to his bedroom floor, and continuing to dominate your tongue with his, getting rougher by the second. There was a certain animalistic intensity to the kiss....a certain hunger. It was almost like he’d been waiting for this moment his entire life. 

When the two of you finally part lips, you are both left panting and sweating. He looks down at you as you look up at him from his bedroom floor and lovingly smiles. 

“Y-n...I’m afraid I’ve fallen in love with you.” 

“I love you too, Hop.”

You smile bittersweetingly at him with dread and guilt building up in your heart. 

You thought to yourself:

Oh dear Hop. I’m so so sorry. Our love could never be. You are stronger than me, its true! You’re stronger than me in every single way! You go out there every day and spend hours in the Galarian sun getting all dirty and sometimes even hurt training your Pokemon in the unforgiving terrain of the wild area and all its monsters. I, on the other hand, sit back and press a few buttons and win without any effort at all. Our worlds are completely different. You have to do it in the old fashioned way, whereas I live lightyears away in a place you’ve never even heard of. My strength is supernatural to you but I am no alien. I am simply a piece of programming embedded into your life. I’m so sorry Hop, but we could never be...

...for I am the player.

--POWER OFF--

💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔

Tysm for reading love! I hope u enjoyed this weirdass oneshot I thought up while training my Musharna in the wild area xD Please feel free to request a onceshot/headcannon and I will 100% do that for u! <3<3 

#pokemon swsh #hop x reader #hop x gn reader #hop x genderneutral reader #hop x fem reader #pokemon hop x reader #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh x reader #pokemon hop cry #pokemon hop sad #pokemon fanfic #pokemon swsh fanfic #pokemon hop cute #pokemon hop hot #hop pokemon #hop pkmn #leon pokemon #hop sad pokemon

[thecreelhouse]

tramps like us

Paring: Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

CW/tags: PTSD, nightmares, language, descriptions of vision loss/ disability, some internalized ableism, descriptions of violence/slight gore, mentions/allusions of miscarriage, grief, angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff

WC: 7.9k

〘 this is a sequel to part time soulmate, full time problem ✧ series masterlist ✧ series playlist ✧ read on AO3 〙

A/N: this is a heavy one, but I promise it goes up from here (mostly). I rewrote this more times than I’d like to admit. reminder, again, this isn’t canon; I wanted to interpret Gator’s vision loss a little differently than what was implied. as a disabled person I tried to go off my own struggles with interalized ableism, but I am not blind or vision impaired, so if there’s anything in need of correction, pls lmk. tysm for the support on this so far 🖤

chapter 2 ✧. ┊

the ocean grew hands to hold me - the wonder years

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

⋆｡♪ I learned to lean on the people who love me When the sutures start to split I trust in the current to pull you back in.♬ ₊˚.

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Moonlight pours through your windows as you stir awake from another heartbreaking dream. You’re unsure if they’re qualified as nightmares, because really, they’re the sweetest dreams of reuniting with Gator.

… Until he disappears, and you’re left with an empty space in bed, a heartbeat that settles into disappointment, and the weight of anxiety all crashing back down, crushing your hopes in the process.

You’re sweating, throwing the blankets off as you duck your face into your hands, letting out yet another nightly wail over the realization that Gator’s not home. He’s not here. He’s—

“Darlin’? Wha’happened?”

Startled, you roll over to find Gator, cozy in bed next to you, arms wrapping around you to tug you closer to him.

“When did you…” You can hear his heartbeat as your head rests against his chest, the heat from his body radiating towards yours, every calm, steady breath he takes as he tries to comfort you.

“C’mon, deep breaths f’me.” He’s fighting the urge to give back into sleep, more concerned about you. You’re weepy, holding his face as you look at him, squinting through the darkness. The moon’s glow only illuminates half of his face from where the two of you lay. You do your best to settle down, breaths falling in time with his. “That’s my girl.”

“Gator…” Your mind is blank and barren, struggling to find somewhere to start. Where was he this whole time? What happened? Why didn’t he text back? Or call sooner?

“I’ll explain everythin’, but you gotta’ be brave for me. Can ya’ do that?” Gator leans in to kiss your forehead softly, lingering for a moment. 

“… What if I can’t?”

 “You can, promise. I know you. You’re stronger than ya’ realize.”

This is how the conversation ends, every single time, at the end of every dream as you discover this isn’t real. Just as it starts, it stops. You feel numb and sick all at once.

“Gator, please,” You grab onto him tightly, hoping this is the time you hold him securely enough that he won’t slip away. Frantically, you rush out, “Don’t go, you can’t go, you can’t—”

In the blink of an eye, his side of the bed is empty again, and you’re left all alone once more.

You shoot up in bed, panting and sweating, bile rising in your throat. You lean over the side of your bed, snatching the small waste bin you’ve left nearby, for nights like this.

The contents of your stomach empty as you cry, feeling like a disgusting, pathetic wreck as your mind replays the dream.

Gator was so close. So fucking close. You could feel him. You could hear him so clearly. See him even through the darkness. He was here, he was right fucking here.

Searching the room, you see Lovebug still fast asleep at the foot of your bed. At least one of us is getting a good night’s sleep.

Your phone buzzes on your nightstand, jolting you away from your thoughts. Reaching for it, you set the trash can aside, still crying softly; it’s a new message, from Ivy.

Hey, you okay up there? Need anything?

A tiny part of you hoped it was Gator, but you can’t even be upset that your best friend is checking in on you. You didn’t realize you were crying that loudly, but she’s also directly below you on the second floor.

Taking a few deep breaths, you respond quickly to her:

I’m okay, Ives. Just another bad dream, sorry if I woke you up.

You’re about to set your phone aside, but she responds in record time.

Nah I’ve been up. Don’t be afraid to text me if you need, k?

The kindness was always appreciated, but there wasn’t much left to say to anyone offering to listen. Not until some kind of news comes forward about Gator, good or bad.

Replying with a quick ‘thanks’, you toss your phone aside and grab a pillow, screaming into it with all the air left in your lungs, while your hope begins to fade away, just a little more.

·········

The wintery rain mix continues all day, matching your mood with its dreary, grey skies. You’d rather stay in bed, but you still want to help make dinner. 

“Hey, kiddo, you don’t have to be doing all of this.” Bea says quietly to you while you help her in the kitchen. You shake your head, but she insists. “Seriously, I know you’re waiting for him, and you’ve been up every night worried sick. It’s okay, we got this, right Ivy?”

Ivy’s rolling out pasta dough like a champ, and your eyes widen, observing how she works so skillfully and at a quick pace. “Please, I can make ravioli with my hands tied.”

Bea giggles along with you. “Okay, Ives, but lemme know if you want me to take over.”

Half frozen raindrops continue pelting against the windows, almost in time with the music from Bea’s playlist, pumping through the speakers in the kitchen. You were just ready for spring, still despising snow, but it was better than this rain that turns the city into an ugly slush puddle; at least snow is pretty when it first falls.

Weirdly enough, you were missing the snow you were whining about last week in North Dakota. Well, realistically, it was more of missing the way the snow kept you and Gator stuck together, in your own little corner of the world.

You pick at your nails, but shake them out when you catch yourself falling into the subconscious, anxious habit. “I should prolly’ keep busy with somethin’ though…” When you’re idle for too long, your mind wanders and spirals into panic, wondering when, if at all, you’ll see Gator again. 

“He’s got the address, right?”

You hum in response. “Mhm. Not sure how he’s gettin’ here,” A frustrated sigh slips from your lips; you already filled them in on Gator’s voicemail. “… Y’all will give Gator a chance, right? All of this shit wasn’t him being a dick, there’s so much fucked up in both of our lives—’’ 

“Kid, you’ve been here long enough to know there’s no room for any judgement in this house. As long as he’s not hurting you, and he’s trying to better himself, he’s part of the family.” Bea’s got a warm smile with her arm around your shoulder, hugging you. 

“He’d never. The only time Gator ever hurt me was when we had our fallin’ out, and he still refuses to forgive himself, even though I’ve forgiven him already.” 

“Give him time. Plus, Mama Bea’s pep talks always speed that kinda process along.” Ty chimes in from the adjoining dining room as he sets out plates on the table. “She’s a pro at those! Very valuable information and wisdom!”

“You’re not getting the velvet green couch, Ty.” Mama Bea snarkily deadpans, making Ivy laugh loudly, while Ty frowns like a muppet; god, you missed being home.

A dramatic sigh flares out of Ty’s nose as he finishes setting the table. “Can’t a guy give their house mother a five star rating?” He clicks his tongue before coming back into the kitchen.

“Not with ulterior motives, short king.” Ivy teases Ty while Mama Bea ruffles his hair. 

“Worth a shot.” He bashfully admits, shrugging. “Still mean it, though. I think we all know I’d still be a clueless little shit on the streets if it wasn’t for Ma’.” Ty looks over at you, “Gator’s in good hands here, you know that, sunshine.”

“I know, you’re right.” You shoot your millionth thankful smile at Bea before admitting, “Honestly, anythin’ is better than whatever the fuck happened before he left home. It makes me feel a little more at ease knowin’ he’s comin’ here. I just want him to be able to finally heal and become his own person, let him decide what kind of life he wants to live without Roy breathing down his neck.”

She slings an arm around your shoulder, tugging you into her for a side hug, “And he will, just gotta give him time, kiddo.”

While Bea’s playlist shuffles on, Born to Run begins to play. Ivy gasps ecstatically, whipping around to Ty, “Ooh, turn it up!” The song plays on softly, too soft for Ivy’s liking.

In the day, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream  At night, we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on Highway 9  Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin' out over the line

Groaning, Ty glares at Ivy. “Why do I have to turn up y’all’s old folks music?”

Bea scoffs, “I thought I raised ya’ better, kid.” At the same time you interject, offended, “Bruce Springsteen is not old folks music.” Ivy aggressively adds, “I’m balls deep in pasta dough, Ty. Does it look like I can turn it up?”

Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap  We gotta get out while we're young  'Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run  Yes girl, we were

“Says you, girlie pop.” Ty retorts your way, messing with the volume buttons. You point over to Ivy before defending yourself.

“She says it, not me! I tried tellin’ her we’re too old to keep up with you gen-z kids.” While the banter continues, you can’t help drumming your fingers along to the beat of the instrumentals on the countertop.

  Wendy let me in, I wanna be your friend I want to guard your dreams and visions Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims And strap your hands across my engines

“Pfffft, kids?” Ty smirks, as if he’s about to make the point of the year, “I’ll have you know I can legally vote, buy cigarettes and alcohol.” Ivy rolls her eyes while humming in time with the lyrics.

Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll never go back Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire? `Cause baby I'm just a scared and lonely rider But I gotta know how it feels

“Can’t rent a car, though, you’re too young. Still a baby.” Bea quips, pinching his cheek. Laughing while Ty glares, flipping everyone off, Bea adds, “I say it with love, kid. Embrace that youth, it goes by fast.”

I want to know if love is wild, babe I want to know if love is real Oh, can you show me?

The saxophone solo comes in, and Ty mutters, “Damn, that sax goes hard,” hoping no one hears him. Ivy tosses her hands into the air, the flour all over her arms sprinkling down onto you. You giggle while she turns to Ty, “See, I told you!”

With a small smile, you shake your head at them; you silently decide to do dishes to keep your mind occupied, singing along softly to the bridge as you flip the faucet on.

Beyond the palace, hemi-powered drones Scream down the boulevard The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors And the boys try to look so hard

While pulling a chair from the dining room into the kitchen, Ty ignores Ivy to ask you an innocent, lighthearted question, “What’s the first thing y’all are gonna do when Gator gets here?” He sits next to Ivy, who holds an arm out to keep a good distance between Ty and Ivy’s pasta dough masterpiece.

Ivy can’t resist beating you to the punch, snickering, “Each other.”

The amusement park rises bold and stark Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss.

Mid scrub on a coffee mug, you whip around to glare at her, but can’t contain your giggles, “Ivy, shut up!”

 “Am I wrong?” She quips back while Ty whistles, joining in on the teasing.

“Y’all better get all of the jokes out now, or I’ll kick your asses later.”

“If throwing empty threats out was an Olympic sport, you’d win the gold every time, babes.” Ty snarks, so you throw a dish towel at him, with the bonus of terrible aim.

The highway’s jammed with broken heroes  On a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight But there's no place left to hide

While the three of you are busy ping-ponging playful jabs at one another across the kitchen, Bea’s attention is caught by something in the foyer; she shuffles out of the kitchen without a word. 

“I’ll have y’all know I won a fight once,” You defend yourself, and while Ty cackles, Ivy glares back at you.

 “With my help!”

“Okay, okay, fine. Ivy saved the day when some fucker tried gettin’ handsy with me at the bar a few years back.” You shrug as you move onto another dish to suds up. “I’ll give ya’ that, Ives. If she didn’t wear that fuck down, I definitely wouldn’t have got a punch in.”

You expect them to laugh, for one of them to make some kind of smartass comment, but both Ivy and Ty abruptly fall silent.

Aside from the music still playing, the only other sound comes from the foyer. “Hey, sunshine,” Bea calls out to you, and you’re so focused on scrubbing grease off of a pan, you call over your shoulder, “What’s up, Mama?”

There’s no answer. 

You turn the faucet off, hands still sudsy as you turn around, glancing through the doorway. “Everything ok— ” your breath hitches at the sight of Gator, sending a small, somber smile your way. Bea gives him a gentle pat on his arm before walking back into the kitchen, while he drops a duffle bag to the floor.

 “Looks like someone’s here to see y— ”

Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness  I'll love you with all the madness in my soul Oh, someday girl, I don't know when  We're gonna get to that place  Where we really want to go, and we'll walk in the sun

The world fades around you in an instant; you’re already rushing past everyone, through the doorway and straight into Gator’s arms. The force of your hug makes him stumble back a few steps, but he’s never been happier to nearly lose his footing. His embrace tightens, shoulders beginning to shake as he cries.

“Sorry m’late, darlin’.” Gator kisses the top of your head, tears rolling down his face, sinking between strands of your hair.

But till then, tramps like us  Baby, we were born to run.

“Gator,” You sob into his chest as a suffocating weight finally lifts from your shoulders. He’s here. He’s really here. He’s safe and home. “Oh, oh my g- fuck, m’sorry,” Pulling back from the hug, you realize you got dish soap on him, quickly doing your best to dry your hands on your pants. 

With a sniffle, Gator laughs and shakes his head. “Least of my concerns right now,” He teases, unable to let go of you completely.

The joy you’re experiencing begins to vanish as you panic, wondering if this is one of your taunting dreams you had all week. The kind where he comes home but vanishes as soon as relief settles in your veins, and he slips through your fingers like dust in the wind. 

”This is… this is real, right? You’re here? For real?” You know how ridiculous you sound, but you’re bracing yourself for the inevitable, cruel ending your mind fools you with. 

Oh honey, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run Come on Wendy, tramps like us Baby, we were born to run

“It’s me, I promise.” His voice is soft, gentle, but sounds just as broken as he did on the voicemail he left. “When’s the last time you got any sleep?”

Before answering him, you get a better view of his face, now that you’re not hugging the lives out of one another. Your heart sinks directly into the acid of your stomach.

There’s bruises in the form of fingertips along one side of his face, like he was forcefully held in place. Then, you notice the sunglasses— they’re not his old ones, the ones you teased him for resembling a pair a dad would wear. The frames suit him better, but the lenses are much darker.

That’s when your gaze looks just past one lens, noticing bandaging peeking out from underneath the sunglasses.

Your eyes don’t miss the cast on his arm, either.

Delicately, not wanting to hurt Gator, your hands reach up to remove his sunglasses, heart shattering at how battered he looks. One eye is completely covered by a bandage, and the other has lacerations around his brow bone and bottom lid. Some look deep and miscalculated, like he tried to put up a fight, or get away.

From what, or who, you’re afraid to ask.

You can’t miss the partial clouding across his visible eye; your hand comes back up to cup the side of his face, thumb gliding across his cheekbone with a ghost of a touch, careful not to brush against any cuts.

“Gator… What happened? Are you— ” fuck, that’s stupid to ask. “ — of course you’re not okay. Jesus Christ. Did… did your dad do this?” You dared to ask, and Gator shakes his head.

“He got me in this mess, but I made it worse.” His voice shakes, threatening to break with more tears.

A whirlwind of emotions stir within you; you’re relieved he’s home, you’re heartbroken that he must’ve suffered terribly, but you’re also angry. Livid. Not at him, but that someone would hurt him like this, and that this, whatever happened, would have never happened if he just came with you the night you flew out of North Dakota.

Your face contorts as you try to fight back tears of rage, but your bottom lip quivering gives it away. Gator can’t bring himself to keep eye contact. Like a kettle, you’re about to boil over and whistle shrilly, in three, two, one…

“Why did you stay behind? Do you know how fucking scared I was? I thought you were dead! Gator, I was worried sick!” You’re shouting, not at him, but at this entire situation. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in trouble?”

“‘Cause it happened too fast. I had no way of tellin’ ya’, I swear.” His voice cracks as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, still looking away from you. “I had to keep my promise and come to ya’, but if— look, if you’re afraid of me now, I get it. I look so fuckin’— I feel like a monster.”

Every sliver of anger left within you slips away. This isn’t about me. What the fuck did he go through? He doesn’t need to be scolded like a child. It won’t reverse how hurt he is.

“Honey, I could never be afraid of you. I—” Hushed comments tug you from your thoughts; you spin around to the French doors of the kitchen, glaring at Ty, Ivy, and Bea. Taking the hint Bea shoots an apologetic glance before pushing your housemates out of the door, shutting them to give you and Gator privacy.

“I’m afraid of whatever nightmare you must’ve been dragged through. But to think of you as a monster? What, because of your injuries?” His voicemail replays in your head.

”Fuck it, I ain’t okay. I fucked up.”

Gator looks so disappointed in himself. He feels sick as he huffs out, “I wish that was the worst of it. You’ll want me gone after I tell ya’ everythin’, but I couldn’t break my promise to ya’. Just needed to see you one last time, at least.”

“I’m comin’ home, if you don’t hate my guts again.”

“Gator, I could never. You have no idea how fuckin’ relieved I am that you’re here. Tell me what happened,” You grab his hands, thumbs rubbing along his knuckles, though holding his hand with the cast is a bit of a challenge. “Can— I’m sorry, this is a stupid question, but can you… can you see at all?”

“Uh-huh,” Gator sniffles as you lead him over to the stairs, the two of you sitting on the last few steps. “Y’got no clue how good it feels to see you again, darlin’. I thought I- I was gonna die, and it made me sick to know h- how easily I could disappear, and you’d never know what happened. I didn’t want you to think I left you behind again. Couldn’t think about breakin’ your heart like that all over again.”

Every time you think your heart can’t break any more for Gator, the slivers and shards just continue to shatter into dust with each sickening detail.

“How did you even get here? You said in your voicemail you had a ride—“

Gator’s lips tug at the corners, like he wants to smile slightly, but his bottom lip quivers as he holds back more tears. “Dot offered to take me to the airport, even after I was so rotten to her, and—“

“Dot? Wait, how did she get involved? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay. She’s been through hell though, and a lot of it’s my fault. But she’s okay.” Gator starts crying again, efforts to stop completely ditched. You pull him into you, hand carding through his hair as he sobs on your shoulder. “It’s all a fuckin’ mess. I’ll tell ya’ everything, I promise, but can we— do you mind if we—“

Gently you pull him off of you, already understanding what he’s asking, “Give me one minute, okay?” You kiss his forehead before making your way back into the kitchen.

The room falls silent as you enter, and you shut the door behind you before looking at anyone. Your eyes lock with Bea’s, welling up with tears, “Mama, I know it’s family night, but—“

“Kiddo, you two take all the time you need, and come back down whenever you’re ready. And if not tonight, that’s okay, too. Tell him we’re happy he’s here, and that he’s okay.” She comes over to you, giving you a reassuring hug. “We don’t want to overwhelm either of you right now, so take all the time and space you two need.”

“Hey, tell Gator if he needs his injuries looked at, I got him, okay?” Ivy adds softly. 

“Thank you, I- we-“ You stop, mind running blank except with the thought of Gator waiting for you. You repeat a quick “Thank you” to everyone, slipping back out the door.

You grab his bag by the front door, rushing back to the stairs. “C’mon, love,” helping him up, the two of you make the climb back to your apartment. Then, you pause. “Shit, wait, are you gonna be okay with these stairs?” 

Gator nods, so you take a few more steps, fingers intertwined with yours, until he drops an emotional bomb on you.

“Yeah, I can still see enough for now,” Saying that out loud churns Gator’s stomach; this isn’t a reality he’s accepting with ease. Really, would anyone accept this with ease?

You stop dead in your tracks.“What do you mean ‘for now’?”

 “… Let’s get into your place first before I explain anythin’.” Gator’s tone is cautious, sickened over the thought of sharing the gory details. “Y’might need to sit down for all of this.”

·········

The two of you were exhausted from enduring the past week in your own ways, but you knew Gator needed rest more than you. With his back against your chest, laying between your legs, the two of you were cozy on the window seat; despite you suggesting multiple times to lay in a real bed, he insisted on wanting to look at the city’s lights out your window instead.

“M’not sure where to start…” He murmurs, head resting back on your shoulder. You’ve got one arm around his waist, while the other has your hand running through his hair softly. Lovebug’s asleep on Gator’s lap; he’s already fond of Gator since the two of you walked through the door. 

“Anywhere. Wherever you think it’s best.” You kiss the top of his head, cherishing how close he is to you again. “But you gotta be honest, gotta tell me everythin’, okay? I can’t help you if you don’t let me in.”

So, Gator does just that, starting with his dad’s sadistic plan to go after Dorothy, what happened with his arm, the break-in on Halloween night, how he tried going after Ole Munch and all of the details with how his greed took priority in his mind, not just with the money, but his greed for revenge, too. 

While Gator did his best, sparing you from any gory details so far, it was unavoidable when he had to explain how his eyesight would never be the same. One eye was far past saving, and needed to be removed, while the other thankfully still could see, but only for so long. The scorching hot knife on his remaining eye didn’t do as much damage; somehow Gator was able to miraculously buy time while Munch was distracted; Gator slammed his head into Munch’s, knocking him out for a moment.

“I- I don’t think ya’ wanna know what happened.” Gator shudders out a breath, body shaking slightly. You push your hands out in front of both of you, leaving your palms open and fingers spread; Gator takes the hint, slotting his fingers between yours. You give his hands a gentle squeeze, and it grounds him a little.

“Whether you decide to tell me or not, I’m here for you. Always.” You can feel some of the tension in Gator’s body release as he relaxes against you, reassured by your words.

“If this gets too gross for you, you’ll tell me, right? I won’t be offended.”

 “I’ll tell you to stop if it’s necessary, I promise.”

With a nod, he takes a deep breath, “Alright… well…”

With how resilient Munch was, Gator was certain he’d wake up immediately after he slammed his head into his. He’d definitely get a concussion from this, and his head was already engulfed in a searing pain from the brutal way his eyes were practically destroyed. One eye, he couldn’t see a damn thing out of, but the other was blurred from the damage of the knife, with tears and blood blocking whatever visibility he had left. 

With that scarce amount of visibility, he was fighting off the edges tunneling in as his ears rang, blood loss and pain making him weak and queasy, trying to coax him into unconsciousness. Still bound and on the floor, adrenaline kicked in as he thought of you. He couldn’t leave you without warning, without answers, all over again.

“Darlin’, do you need me to stop?” He asks softly as you’re unaware of your grip tightening in his.

“Huh?” You look down at your hands still clasped in his, loosening immediately, but he doesn’t completely let go. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m just so… so angry— not at you, I swear. I just can’t imagine someone being okay with doing this to another human being.”

Gator huffs out a quick, humorless laugh. “I deserve it. Not like I’ve been much better to others.”

”M’not excusing anything you’ve done to others, but no one deserves to endure what you did.” You’re firm on your stance, you refuse to let him become consumed by the idea that he would deserve to lose his eyesight, and in such a violent way. “If you’re okay to keep going, I’m listening.”

His hands slip from yours, pulling a blanket over the both of you. It’s the quilt with the constellations that you keep in the window, the one you were wrapped in all week as you watched out the window, in hopes you’d spot Gator on the sidewalk below.

You’re too tired to find the poetic significance of it all, but it’s somewhere in there.

Lovebug squeaks a disapproving meow over the movement, and jumps off of Gator. “Sorry, lil’ guy.” 

“He’ll survive,” You joke, patiently waiting for Gator to continue.

 “Uh, right, so…”

Gator wriggled across the floor where he heard metal clang against the wood. Outside of his limited vision, he was still able to find the knife that slipped from Munch’s grip, grabbing it with his hands bound behind his back.

The knife was still hot, and sticky with Gator’s blood, two details he forced himself to ignore as he frantically worked the blade under the knots as best as he could. He was glad he remembered to keep his knuckles together when his wrists were bound, leaving the slightest bit of wiggle room to hopefully escape. 

Painstakingly, he sawed through the fibers, praying Munch wouldn’t wake up. What only took about a minute felt like hours to Gator, but once his hands were free, he was able to untie the other knots, on his ankles, around his body, and take off into the vast, snowy plains.

Arriving back home, he stumbled upon the Feds, waiting to raid the Tillman ranch. Without hesitation, he gave his dad up to the authorities, never once feeling guilty for doing so after Roy called him completely useless.

With that and complying with questioning and evidence, again, miraculously, he was given immunity. 

At first, Gator was embarrassed to let anyone help him make it to Brooklyn, so he started off by hitchhiking. He made it about one hundred miles or so, before panicking and calling Dot, for what? He wasn’t sure, but she was the only person, aside from you, he could trust now. 

Calling you next, he was ready to just word vomit the truth, but when he was sent to your voicemail, his mind froze. It was just easier to let you know he was alive, and making his way to you.

Gator wasn’t expecting Dorothy to pick him up and take him to the airport, not after the hell he helped put her through, but he was grateful. The FBI were able to have a guide meet him after landing, helping him make his way here safely.

“And, uh, yeah… that’s … that’s pretty much it.” He sits up, turning to face you, blanket slipping to the floor, while he reaches for your hands again. This was the part he needed you to hear, which was also the part he dreaded telling you. “When I was in the hospital, they told me my good eye has glaucoma now. And even with treatment, it can… it can get worse. They told me treatment will slow the process, but it’s likely I’ll lose most, if not all m’sight over time.”

Gator’s bottom lip quivers as tears tumble down his face. Your hands give his another reassuring squeeze before releasing his, reaching up to his face, gently holding him while your thumbs graze along his cheeks softly.

“You can get glaucoma from injuries?” You ask in disbelief, and he silently nods. “Jesus christ... Gator, I’m so sorry.” You get a better look at his good eye, and it’s bloodshot, worse than yours have been all week. “Honey, m’not tryin’ to change the subject, but you need sleep. C’mon— ” 

You remember your bed is on the little loft, with a small set of stairs to reach it. “Fuck. Gimme a second, I’m gonna bring the bed down here.”

Gator frowns, “By yourself? I can handle the stairs, I promise. I can see enough. Don’t break your back tryin’ to bring that down yourself.”

“M’strong enough,” You grumble, and Gator smiles. It’s small, barely there, but he smiles. 

“I know ya’ are, but don’t go makin’ major changes just yet, okay? I don’t wanna disrupt your life here.”

“Accommodating your needs isn’t a disruption to my life.”

Gator wants to argue that, but he holds his tongue, too drained to try and convince you otherwise.

 “I’ll give ya’ a real tour tomorrow, but I wanna show you around quick, so y’know where things are,” You’re on your feet, holding your hand out to him, but he pauses, staring at your open palm.

 “I- I can walk on my own, darlin’. Y’don’t gotta baby me.”

Heat rises to your face, embarrassed. “Oh, I… I didn’t mean it like that, m’sorry…” You pull your hand back, realizing how the action came off, despite just wanting to feel his hand in yours again.

Gator sighs as he drags a hand down his face, “Shit, no, m’sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that’s what you— fuck.” He stands, reaching out for the hand you pulled back, lacing his fingers between yours. “I’m sorry.”

 “Don’t be, this is all new, and frustrating to navigate, I’m sure,” You reassure him softly, tugging on his hand. He waits patiently for you to begin, following along behind you. “Okay, so… bed’s up there.” You point back to the little loft in the back corner of the apartment. “Kitchen’s over there,” You nod towards the kitchenette, near one of the big windows. “Bathroom’s under the bedroom— which is not fun when ya’ gotta piss in the middle of the night, but whatever.”

Gator chuckles, not realizing how much he missed your little rambles until now.

You’re about to ask if he’s sure he’s okay with the bed being upstairs again, but he stops you, already aware of what you’re going to say. “Darlin’, I’m fine. Seriously. I know y’mean well, but I’ll tell you when we need to move that damn bed, okay?”

“Still stubborn as ever, I see.” You tease before waving your arm around the open space, “The rest is like… that open concept bullshit, or whatever.” You’re referring to the dining room and living room in one giant space, along with the window nook, with a messy, overflowing bookcase next to it.

“And like, obviously, this is just as much your apartment as it is mine, so use whatever, do whatever, just maybe don’t set the place on fire.” You smirk back at him, and Gator’s head falls back with an annoyed groan.

“That was one time, and we were like, twelve,” He recalls, remembering the time the oven caught fire when the two of you tried baking cookies, with no parental supervision.

“And now we both know wax paper does not work like parchment paper does,” You’re giggling as Gator pulls you back against him, holding you close.

 “You’d ever think this would happen when we were kids?” He asks. “Us, living together, I mean.”

With a dramatic, contemplative face, you pause. “Hm. No, because back then I thought boys had cooties.” Gator snorts, swaying with you in his arms, until something catches his attention.

“What’s that room?” He points to the closed door in the back.

Nervously, you reply, “Oh… that’s, okay, so… uh, remember when I said I had two bedrooms? And if you wanted the extra you could have it?” Gator nods before you continue. “All yours, by the way, but I haven’t cleaned it out yet. There’s a lot I’ve been meaning to get rid of, but I kinda… it wasn’t a priority in the last week.”

Gator smirks teasingly, “What are you hidin’ in there?”

Sighing, you let your head fall onto his chest. “I— I’ll just show you.”

Leading him over to the bedroom, you open the door, revealing a dark room. “It’s messy, sorry,” You sheepishly warn him, flipping the lights on. 

A soft glow emits a symphony of green, blue, purple lights onto the ceiling, transitioning into one another seamlessly. Pinprick-sized white lights dot along the colors, resembling stars. Gator figures it’s a galaxy light, and wonders why on Earth you’d be embarrassed about that.

His gaze wanders to the walls, partially painted; where the paint stops, there’s an edge, uneven and jagged. It’s as if someone dropped the paint roller quickly, leaving the paint job unfinished, never to be touched again.

On the floor, painting materials are scattered haphazardly. A paint tray holds the color of the wall, completely dried up and hardened.

The scarce, light neutral-toned furniture is covered by clear painting tarps; there’s a dresser, a rocking chair, and a crib, empty and waiting to be used.

Gator’s heart shatters, connecting the pieces together before looking back at you. You’re leaning against the doorway, arms hugging around yourself, staring at the floor.

 “Were you… did you— ”

You’re biting back tears, but your voice still cracks, “Last year. Nearly five months in. I didn’t want to hide it from you, wasn’t trying to… I just didn’t know how to bring it up, y’know?”

He notices the tiny end table shoved in a corner, the only piece of furniture not buried under a tarp, but the surface is covered in a handful of sympathy cards and a bundle of dried flowers— forget-me-nots.

“I— we don’t gotta talk about it, darlin’.” Gator pulls you in, holding you as he glances around the room, hurting for you. “Unless you want to.”

It takes Gator a second look to notice the unfinished baby blanket, crumpled up on the seat of the rocking chair; threads of fiber spill off the ends of incomplete stitches,

still connected to partially full skeins of yarn. After receiving your handmade gift weeks ago, he knows this is one of your ways of showing love, and seeing the abandoned blanket kills him inside.

“Asshole left once he found out, but I didn’t have anythin’ special with him anyway.” You turn your face away from the room, ear to his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. “I tried coming in to clean it out before you got here, but it was… it’s hard. Then I was more worried about you instead of this damn room.”

Gator’s mind was spinning; how many times can one person experience loss before they completely break? How are you still looking towards the future and what it could bring, when the past was so cruel to you? Neither of you had easy lives growing up, but this was so recent, of course the wounds would still be fresh.

“I can do it, don’t worry ‘bout it,” Gator murmurs, kissing the top of your head. It’s all he can offer, other than sincere condolences, “I’m so sorry, darlin’.”

“Told ya’… you missed a lot since I moved,” You try to joke, but the words choke up in your throat. You pull away from Gator to flip the light switch and shut the door. “I didn’t think I’d be excited, but the possibility of being a— ” You pause, rubbing the tears out of your eyes, forcing yourself to laugh off the emotions, but it comes out so bitter and empty. “It wasn’t meant to be, that’s all.”

The thought of what could’ve been would always hang in the back of your mind. You felt like such a disastrous wreck of a person; your childhood was shit, you lost the one family member that mattered before she could even turn eighteen, you lost Gator for a significant amount of time… and a little one of your own, before they could even arrive. 

That’s not counting every moment of suffering in between it all.

Gator has his own losses, too. He has his fair share of pain and suffering, but you don’t see him as a wreck, rather a survivor of trauma no one should ever experience.

Everyone has their own pain, their own losses; the bad plays just as much of a role in our individual stories as the good, right? Maybe the hurt is just part of the experience of living any life at all. 

As you start up the spiral staircase, he follows close behind. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t meant to be.” You’re quick to busy yourself with getting changed for bed, keeping your gaze away from him.

“Gator, I appreciate that, I do, but…” You’re leaning against the dresser as you murmur, “I think I need to stop talkin’ about it, for now, at least. Someday I’ll tell you. Promise. Just not now.” 

He crosses the room, making his way to you, with a hand reaching out to hold your face as you finally make eye contact. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper, “Take all the time you need.” 

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The two of you are unable to keep your hands off one another, not so much in a sexual way, but just grateful to be reunited and within arms’ reach. Fighting sleep, catching up, and comforting one another, and finally in bed, at least. Lovebug wedges his way between the two of you, but favors Gator’s side of the bed more than yours.

“Traitor.” You giggle as Lovebug headbutts Gator’s hand every time he attempts to pet him. 

“Oh, we’re gonna be best friends, huh?” 

Teasingly, you glare at the two of them, “First you steal my heart, and then my cat, what’s next, Tillman?” Gator’s smile has been growing little by little since he arrived, and it’s so relieving to see. Reeling your focus back to the conversation, you ask, “Sorry, what were you sayin’ about the sunglasses?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Gator pulls his attention away from the cat to answer you. “They’re a lot darker ‘cause sun exposure can speed up vision loss. I’m gon’ do anythin’ they suggest to slow it down. Y’got no clue how relieved I was that they could save this one as much as possible.” 

Listening intently, you’re taking in the information as you silently remind yourself to do more research tomorrow.

“It’s fuckin’ scary bein’ told I could go completely blind, but it’s got me sick knowin’ someday I won’t— I- I might not be able to see you anymore.”

For everything Gator endured in life, the last thing he deserved was to lose his eyesight. This isn’t the way either of you imagined his second chance at life playing out. You want to give him even an ounce of hope, but you don’t want to force the positivity, that could be just as toxic as dwelling on the negatives. 

“Maybe—“ You stop yourself from offering to research stories of others in a similar fate, and how they’ve still made the best of life, or succeeded “despite” their disability. The last thing he needs is some corny inspiration porn. Those stories usually serve as a way to make able bodied folks feel better about their own struggles.

It’s difficult to find the right words; you want to promise Gator you’re here for him, you’ll help him with anything he needs, but you don’t want to infantilize him. It’s an unfamiliar space to be in, where you don’t want to push discussing the gritty details of accommodations for his life, but it’s not like this is a situation to be brushed off for another day.

Then, you remember what Gator asked of you, the night he decided he’d come home with you. He asked you to hold him accountable if he fucks up as he strives to unlearn toxic, ignorant mindsets. 

While it’s not exactly the same, you repeat the sentiment, “I’m with you every step of the way through this, but if I say or do something you’re uncomfortable with, or feels ableist, please tell me. Call me out. I’ll do my best to research everything, but if I fuck up along the way, please don’t be afraid to tell me.”

Gator’s voice cracks with a simple, “Thank you.” You’re about to tell him he doesn’t need to thank you, or anyone, for basic respect and empathy, but he blurts, “If y’get sick of me, of this,” He points to his eyes, “Tell me. I deserved this after all the shit I’ve done, all the people I hurt… I brought this on myself.”

“Gator, none of this changes how I feel about you. Not a single detail of all of this could change how I see you. I can only imagine how terrifying this is, and you’re allowed to mourn the life you had, and what you thought would be. You’re allowed to feel whatever you feel about all of this. But you don’t deserve this.”

“No, I shoulda’ listened to you the night y’called.”

To hear Gator talk so lowly of himself is hard when you know right now he’s inconsolable. Still, you tell him, “You can’t beat yourself up over this.” But it’s much easier said than done.

“Am I wrong? If I came home with ya’, I’d be able to fuckin’ see all of this, all of you. I… I know I was gettin’ ahead of myself, but I thought if I got that money back to save aside for us, for whatever might come in the future, it’d all be worth it.” Gator looks and sounds defeated. “Now I’m not sure how much time I’ve got until everythin’ goes dark.”

You sit up, leaning on your elbow as you run a hand through his hair. Lovebug isn’t a fan of you invading his space with his new best friend, so he moves to the end of the bed, giving the two of you the briefest comic relief. You move closer to Gator, holding his face the way he did with yours earlier.

“Then we make the best of the time that’s available, and if that time ends sooner than expected, it won’t change whatever’s meant to happen in the future. If everything goes dark sooner than later, I’m still by your side every step of the way.” 

He hates to ask this, but he needs to know, “What if we fall apart?”

“Gator, at this point, I’m stuck to you like a damn curse. Even if things were to end between us, I’d still be here for you in whatever ways you’d be comfortable with.” You answer his concern with no hesitation. He searches your features for any doubt, but there’s none to be found. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“I’d do the same for you, y’know.” He takes your hand off his face, lacing his fingers between yours before giving a reassuring squeeze. Jokingly, he adds, “I’m probably a worse curse to shake than you’d ever be.”

“You said it, not me,” You roll your eyes with a snort, catching a glimpse of the tattered friendship bracelet still on your wrist. Pulling your hand out of his, you untie it carefully to secure it back onto Gator’s wrist. His face lights up at the small gesture. “Kept it safe for ya’.”

Smirking while he tries ignoring the warmth flushing across his face, he asks, “Can I kiss you already?”

Leaning closer, nudging your nose into his with a smile, you respond, “I guess, if we have to.”

“We have to, I owe ya’ one, ‘member?” His lips are barely touching yours, teasingly pulling back right before you’re close enough.

“Tillman, if you don’t kiss m— ” Your words are muffled by his lips on yours as he smirks through the kiss. He pulls back, just enough to see you. “Oh, it’s gonna take a lot more than just one kiss to make up for lost time.”

Gator laughs as he tugs you towards him, the two of you tangling yourselves up in one another while he peppers messy kisses all over your face. You’ve missed this. You’ve missed him, and though things won’t be easy, he’s finally here, he’s safe and sound. He’s home.

Settling down, the two of you easily drift closer to sleep, and you murmur, “Welcome home, Gator.”

Just as sleepily, he slurs a reply, ���S’good t’be home, darlin’.”

#gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x you #gator tillman x fem!reader #tramps like us #part time soulmate full time problem #my fics

[myreygn]

tkltober day 9: Lie

Across the Spiderverse - ler!Hobie, lee!Gwen

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The bed creaked in decrepit protest when Gwen slumped into the mattress, kicking her shoes to the other side of the room and letting out a deep sigh. That was her first action after barging into his apartment via portal and according to social etiquette, she had yet to say even a word to him, but in Hobie’s humble opinion, the deep shadows under her eyes were saying enough.

“Anything else?”

Another sigh. “Sorry.”

He waved it off and rolled on his stomach to lie closer to her, softly bumping her in the process and smiling, just in case she’d look up at him. She didn’t. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She sounded tired. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

A few beats of silence; nothing, not even a brief moment of eye contact. Hobie barely held back a sigh on his own and stood up. “Tea?”

Silence again, but there was a slight hesitation to it now. He didn’t push. Sometimes easy questions weren’t easy to answer. After some more silence, Gwen sat up, looking at her hands as she anxiously picked at the skin around her nails. “Can I get a hug first?”

Hobie felt his heart crack ever so slightly and quickly sat down next to her, pulling her in for a hug. The tension in her shoulders was insane. He hummed softly and took one of her hands, locked their fingers. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Do I have to?”

“‘Course not.” Hobie pulled away from her a little to look into her eyes and this time, she met his gaze. “But I’ll be here if you change your mind.”

Gwen looked like she was about to cry for a brief moment, then she quickly reentered the hug with him and he pulled her in a little closer. “I know… thank you…”

“Sure.” The silence settling over them now was contempt, peaceful almost, and he felt the girl relax a little. “Can I offer you some tea now? Or, I don’t know, anything else?”

“Depends.” Her voice was slightly muffled from where her face was buried in his chest. “What else can you offer?”

“I have a few smiles in stock.” Gwen squeaked in surprise when he softly wiggled his fingers into her sides and he couldn’t hold back a slight grin. “Maybe even a giggle or two.”

“Hngh- Hobie, you- heh-” She pressed her lips together just as the aforementioned giggle threatened to slip out, but Hobie saw the corners of her mouth twitch upwards.

“Me? Lil’ ol’ me? What about me, Gwendy?” He moved his hand up to her ribs to scribble there, chuckling when the blonde twitched and let out a snort. “That was cute, do it again.”

“Hobi-ehehe, yohou dihihipshahaha nahaha!” Gwen clutched onto his shirt a bit harder, trying her best to not block him with her arms and finally not holding her laughter back anymore.

“That’s what I like to see!” Hobie drilled his fingers against one of her ribs, earning a squeak. “If I admit I’m a dipshit, will you promise not to lie anymore?” He felt her go a little stiff and quickly pressed a kiss to her head. “I’m not mad, Gwendy. I won’t push. Just know you can be honest here, ‘kay?”

Gwen relaxed almost instantly and nodded, then a fresh wave of cackles took her off guard. “Nohohot thehehere!”

“Alright, alright.” He went back to her sides, now using one hand to stroke her hair out of her face. “Don’t wanna kill you, aye?”

Gwen didn’t seem too eager to answer him and Hobie smiled, continuing the soft tickling until all of the tension had faded from her shoulders. He then stopped moving his fingers, instead caressing her back and letting her giggles die down. “Better?”

“Way better.” She smiled up at him. “Thanks.”

“Any time, Gwendy.”

“I’ll still take that tea.”

#rey writes #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #tkltober #spiderman across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #gwen stacy #ler!hobie #lee!gwen #ticklish!gwen

[jennyluvsgoshiki]

LOVE THOROUGHLY WHAT YOU WRITTEN, YOUR RELATIONSHIP AND HOW YOU CONFESSED. LITERALLY CRY SHINE! 🥺💜💜✨✨✨

It's just ... It's fucking adorable! I loved it. End.✨🥺✨

Could you write what he would be like when y / n is sad? I want to keep crying glitter, I do not apologize.🥺✨

a/n: hi sweetheart omg TYSM THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE LITERALLY SO NICE <3333 and of course i can write this!! i also wanted to find a comfort goshiki fic/headcanon BUT I NEVER COULD UGH so i hope i help you with this, thank you for the request and stay safe honey 🥺🥺

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goshiki tsutomu when his s/o is sad (´；д；`)

- goshiki came through the door, cheerfully singing;

- ''♬♩♪♩ tAke oUUT, TaKe oUt!!11!! TAKE OUT IS HERE!!~♩♪♩♬''

- you had been curled up in bed for god knows how long.

- when goshiki spotted you, he looked confused and carefully placed the food onto the floor, as he sped walk towards you.

- he put an arm over you curled up body and slightly shakes you.

- ''hey, love. are you alright?''

- ''just a little sad...'' you looked at him, but remained in the same position.

- ''may i know why my love of life is sad?'' he rubbed your back in comfort.

- ''it doesn't have a specific reason...just one of those...sad days.''

- goshiki frowned, he felt really bad that you were feeling like this.

- he kissed your cheek. ''i get it..i've been there. it's okay, the world can feel difficult sometimes.''

- he looked at your eyes, that started to tear up a bit.

- ''awwh~, come here sweet angel.'' he opened his arms as your crouched figure placed itself in his comfort.

- ''you're my perfect little sunshine,'' he kissed your face, wiping away tears with his thumb. ''i'm here baby, i'll always be.''

- after stroking your face, cheeks and hair with reassuring words that everything's gonna be fine, you slightly calmed down.

- ''do you wanna eat? or do you wanna drink first?''

- you got up and rubbed your eyes, ''can i get a cold glass of water?''

- he nodded and smiled and instantly went to get you what you wanted.

- he came back, handed you the cold glass of water and kissed your forehead.

- you drank it as he placed the take out on the table you had next to your bed.

- he clapped his hand and slightly bowed, ''itadakimasu~''.

- he opened your food for you and smiled. ''do you wanna watch a movie?''

- suddenly, he came closer to you and gave you a dorky grin. ''your favorittttteeeee...?~''

- you slightly chuckled and his face lit up. he lived for your chuckles.

- ''sure.'' , you answered.

- as he put on your favorite movie, he sat closer to and put an arm around you.

- but nah nah, you didn't want that.

- you got up, still holding his hand and sat yourself on his lap.

- he blushed but kept his composure and grabbed your blanket. he put it over both of your laps, ''there.'' he kissed your cheek. ''now we're cozy.''

- you leaned on his shoulder and he grabbed the food. ''you want me to feed you?''

- you blushed but nodded as he quietly cheered.

- he would carefully place the food into your mouth just as someone would for a baby.

- after the movie ended and you guys were full, he asked: ''want me to prepare you a bath?''

- you looked up from your phone, quite puzzled but agreed.

- ''and done! the water is perfect.'' he said as his hand tested the water.

- he looked over to you and smiled big. ''are you feeling better?''

- you gave him a small smile. ''after all you've done for me, how could i not?''

- he giggled at the praise and blushed, holding his cheeks.

- as you were about to take your robe off, you glanced at him.

- ''oH- sorry.'' he covered his eyes and turned around.

- you smiled as you shook you're head.

- you played with the bubbles as he massaged your shoulders, trying to break the knot from all the pressure.

- ''so what do you wanna do after this. we can go to a park?''

- ''mm, i would prefer to be inside.''

- he nodded. ''play mario cart?''

- ''you got me.''

- the rest of the day, he just took care of you, held you in his arms, cuddled with you, even sang karaoke for you, slept and was just being the best boyfriend ever.

- you were so lucky to have him. and he was so lucky to have you.

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#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x sad reader #goshiki #goshiki tsutomu #tsutomu goshiki #goshiki x reader #goshiki comfort #goshiki tsutomu x reader #goshiki fluff #goshiki headcanons #goshiki x y/n #goshiki x sad reader #goshiki tsutomu x y/n #goshiki scenario #goshiki haikyuu #hq headcanons #hq goshiki

[aknunek0writer]

♡♥︎~`Comfort for the soul`~◆◇

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- ♡ characters: teddy brown

- ⚠ warning: comfort/hurt - angst

- ☆ gn reader

- ✎ Please do not Reupload on anything other than Tumblr!

- ◇ enjoy <3

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You've been just tired these past few days and feeling just sad overwhelmed overwork etc...

From school to anything else if you being honest it's been too much for you too much homework paperwork etc...the devil butlers were worried about you

A sigh came out of Berrian as him and Fennesz with muu and Bastien you won't come out of your room for days the other butlers were very worried ...

The door to your room was kicked open scaring the living devil out of you there stood a worried and a bit angry teddy you stared at him sleepily as the paperwork etc. (that etc means anything you has to do or make you overwhelmed or anything else you better take good of yourself >:C)

"Aruji-sama are you okay..." teddy asked worried as you nodded you were trying to hold back the tears.

You were crying hugging teddy tightly teddy just pat your back everything was too much for little you

You were sleeping after crying your eyes out as teddy held you closer a small blush covered his cheeks..with soft smile

"Aruji-sama please don't worry about anything if anything worries you please tell me I will try my best to help you since aruji-sama does their best for us. me. for everyone, I love you aruji-sama I care about you so please rest and don't forget that okay?... I do look up to you. For remembering everything about us and helping us when we are down so I want be there for you."

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #devil butler with black cat x reader #あくねこ #—ꕥ #𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅☾︎☆ #teddy brown #comfort #angst