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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Okey, since requests are closing I'm gonna add this one

So maybe headcanons for Whitty, Ruv, Garcello, Tankman and Hex (if that's not too much characters of course) if they had to take care of a Kid!Reader (platonic of course and by kid i mean around like 9-12 of age)

Either they have to take care of them cuz someone else asked them to babysit or because maybe they just found Reader and Reader is that kind of child that is shy but very curious of things

Sorry if it's wordy I have hard time explaining things and English isn't my first language,, Hope you have a nice day!!! :D

It's okay! Have a nice day, too!

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Whitty

Internally he's like "fuck shit fuck" bc obviously he's not gonna say that out loud.

He'd try shooing you away since he doesn't want anyone bothering him.

But as shy as you were, you're also curious since you saw him create fire with his hands. So you just get closer to him anyways.

He decides that you can hang out with him and shows you more fire tricks (under the condition that you don't tell anyone you met him).

Ruv

You were left at Sarvente's church all alone, so she's been taking care of you.

One day she's gotta run some errands and has Ruv babysit you (much to his annoyance).

He's known kids to be nothing but troublemakers who vandalize the church, so he'll be stern about a lot stuff you do.

But oddly enough you're sweet and not afraid of him, even asking about where he got his bandana from.

As he explains the story, he realizes...you're not a bad kid.

Garcello

He tends to come across a lot of random people on the streets, mostly weirdos though so he tends to keep a low profile.

But you show up after noticing the glow of his cigarette smoke.

He jokingly asks if you wanna try one, but you immediately say "no", telling him how bad smoking is.

He tries reassuring you it's okay in moderation (says the heavy smoker who has one every day).

Tbh he doesn't think he's that interesting, so he'll stay away from you or drop you off somewhere else, worried about you catching secondhand smoke.

Tankman

In the war-torn desert field John manages to find you, being persuaded by the enemy to join their side.

After killing them (while Steve distracted you), he decides to immediately adopt you and personally train you for war.

But in reality he'll let you live normally, given you were far too young to fight.

He gave Steve more command over his army while he looks after you.

If John had to leave, he'd let Bill take over (since the poor guy lost his family, he'd be glad to take care of a kid and be a dad).

You basically got three dads now, and that's pretty sweet.

Hex

One day while he visited the court and saw you shooting some hoops.

He can't help but cheer when you get one in the basket, accidentally startling you.

The robot isn't sure where you came from or where your parents were, which concerned him.

But he's so eager to have a new friend! So you two just hang out at the court and practice all day long.

At nighttime he makes sure to get you back home safely, though he's eager to meet you again.

#clanask #anonymous #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf whitty x reader #whitty x reader #fnf garcello x reader #garcello x reader #fnf ruv x reader #ruv x reader #fnf tankman x reader #tankman x reader #fnf hex x reader #hex x reader #child reader #headcanons

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let-love-run-red · 3 years

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Touch Me

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING: This fic discusses and references: Self harm, suicide attempts, child abuse, and drug overdose. PLEASE be warned and read responsibly

I made myself cry here we go

Female Reader Insert

AO3 link

He was the new kid. He'd started going to the school about two months ago. He became the talk of the school quickly because despite only being 17, he chainsmoked, which was abnormal for your relatively small town. You'd heard he was in foster care, something about his mom being a drug addict, but that was something that Ray had heard from Georgie who had heard from Theo who overheard the principal talking on the phone so you weren't sure how credible it was.

He was in your history class but you hardly noticed he was. He sat quietly in the back with one ear bud in at all times and his head down. He usually had a hat on to cover his teal hair unless the teachers got after him for the third time to take it off indoors. He always looked like he had just eaten a sour candy and always had his hands shoved in his oversized black jacket.

The two of you had been assigned to be partners for the history report and you begged the teacher to put you with anybody else. You would even be willing to work alone if it meant you didn't have to work with him. But the teacher said it wouldn't be fair to everyone else if he let you swap partners or work without one, because this was supposed to be a group project.

So when you were given time in class to work on your projects you approached him slowly. He was scribbling in a notebook, pushing so hard you worried the lead would snap. He wore fingerless gloves over his hands and you could see the ends of the white shirt sleeves poking out from under the jacket. Didn't he get hot?

"Hi, I'm (y/n)." You said. He glanced up, the hat casting a shadow over his eyes as he continued to scribble. You sighed and sat in the seat in front of him before twisting back to look at him. He smelled so strongly of cigarettes you half expected to see a lit one in his mouth. He finished what he was doing, then closed the notebook abruptly and held his hand out for you to shake. You were startled by the sudden movement.

"Garcello." He said as you shook his hand. His grip was firm, but not hard enough to be uncomfortable. You looked down at the list of topics you could choose from, looking to see he had pulled out a separate note book that had annotations on each of the topics, such as highlights and difficult points. You were alarmed, he was thorough.

"So I think the American revolution could be a good period to talk about, but the technological advancements made during world war two would provide a lot of good talking points." He said, pointing to the two topics that had the most stars written next to them.

"Of course if we want to get the most points for relevancy to today we could talk about the womens rights movement or the civil rights movements." He said, turning the paper so you could see what he had written. His handwriting was smooth and scrawling, and there were flowers doodled in the corner of the paper. You were surprised.

"I guess we could talk about the civil rights movement." You said. He nodded and circled the topic on the paper, flipping to a page in the note book that had bullet points covering topics and an outline for both the paper and the presentation.

"So go ahead and take a look at that, and we can get started." He said. You blinked rapidly as you read the paper. There were facts and opening statements that you never would have thought of. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to work with him.

It had been two weeks since you had been assigned to be Garcello's partner. You dared to say you had become friends with him as well throughout that week. For all the walls he put up and the look he always had he was surprisingly sweet. He would bring you your favorite treats, help you with math homework whenever you needed, and was always up to talk even at the oddest hours.

Today you were going over to the foster home he'd been placed in to work on the final touches for the project before presenting it tomorrow. You hoped he wouldn't want to stop talking to you after the project was done, you'd grown to really enjoy his company. You offered to drive, since you had a car and he rode the bus every day. You pulled into the driveway of a two story house and parked in front of the third car garage as you looked up at the house.

"Wow, this is nice." You said, climbing out of the car. Garcello shrugged and climbed out of the car, pulling a cigarette out of the pack in his back pocket and lighting it before taking a deep inhale.

"It's not mine." He said, leaning against the car. You looked back at him.

"Sorry, I usually have one on the bus and the walk home, I get kinda bad without em." He said, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. At this point it didn't really bother you anymore, you'd gotten used to him smoking around you. Him smoking didn't make him a bad person, he was actually the kindest person you'd met.

When he finished off the cigarette you followed him in the house, following his example as he kicked off his boots and walked quickly up the stairs.

"Oh Garcello sweetie!" You heard a sweet voice call from further in the house. An older woman with brown hair that was gray at the sides and soft blue eyes walked around the corner, looking up the stairs after Garcello. You had never seen him like that before. She let out a sigh and turned to see you.

"Oh, hello. I don't think we've met." She said, approaching you. You shook her hand and she gave you a warm smile.

"I'm Abigail. I'm Garcello's mother, well foster mother." She said. You returned her smile and she looked back up the stairs with a sigh.

"I'm (y/n), we're partners for the history project." You said. Her eyes widened.

"I didn't even know he had a project. He doesn't really tell us things, he's been through a lot." She said. You tilted your head. It wasn't your place to pry.

"His mom passed away, Garcello was the one who found her." She said. You felt your mouth drop into an 'O' shape and your heart fell for him. You couldn't imagine being the one to find your dead mother.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't tell his story, go ahead upstairs, dinner is at 7 if you want to stay that long." She said. You nodded and walked up the stairs, listening for the location of the music you heard playing. You knocked on the door that had the name "Garcello" on a sign on the front of it before opening the door. Garcello was sitting at the wooden desk in the corner, writing in the same notebook he had been that first day you met him. He had a sucker in his mouth and was chewing roughly on the stick. He slammed the book shut and threw it under the bed, slamming the pencil down on the desk top. You approached him slowly and leaned against the desk.

"You alright?" You asked. Garcello huffed and pulled his hat off, running his hands through his shaggy teal hair with a growl. You finally, for the first time, got to see his eyes as he looked up at you. They were the most beautiful shade of golden brown. He pulled the sucker stick out of his mouth and dropped it in the trash can next to the desk on top of the bunched up notebook pages.

"She's not my mom." He huffed. You sat on the perfectly made bed and set your backpack next to it.

"I have a mom. She's just dead." He said. You nodded.

"She mentioned that." You said. He huffed.

"She thinks she's a saint for taking in a teenager. She seems so sweet but I hear her talking about me on the phone, like she thinks I'm deaf or something. She always tells her friends that it's 'so hard to take care of a teenager." He mocked her voice. " That I'm just ungrateful and I don't realize how lucky I am." He said, pushing the pencil across the desk.

"Like I'm lucky I found my mom dead after she overdosed. Like I'm lucky to go to a new school every year and I'm lucky to be stuck in house after house where it's so obvious I don't belong." He muttered. Your heart went out to him. It must have been a hard situation.

"Anyway sorry, let's work on the project." He said, pushing his hair back behind his ears and standing up. He tugged at the sleeves of his shirt and huffed.

"Do you mind if I change this shirt? It's hot in here." He said. You shook your head and worked on pulling out your notes while Garcello changed his shirt into a white T-shirt. You realized this was the first time you had seen his arms since you met him. You looked and understood why he kept them covered.

His wrists were covered in scars, some new, some old and faded. Under the scars there were burns that looked like they were from a cigarette. He scratched at the ones that had scabbed over as he sat down across from you on the bed closest to the pillows and looked at the notes. The two of you talked for awhile and sifted through your notes while he set up the presentation on his laptop. Every few seconds he would reach up and brush his hair back behind his ears, or blow it out of his eyes. You moved so you were sitting behind him and reached out tentatively before pausing.

"Can I braid your hair?" You asked. He looked over his shoulder at you with a wrinkled nose and furrowed brows before shrugging.

"Sure?" He said, unsure why you would want to. You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and free of tangles. He obviously took great care of it.

You combed your fingers through his hair a few times before sectioning it out and working on braiding a french braid down the center of his hair, pulling the stray strands back out of his face as you worked. You were careful not to tug on his hair, or pull too tightly. You paused for a moment to pull the hair tie from around your wrist and heard him breathing heavily. You rested your hand on his back as you leaned around to look at his face and he quickly turned away, wiping his cheeks.

"Sorry, I, sorry." He said. You furrowed your brows.

"What's wrong?" You asked. His chest heaved as he let out a sob and covered his mouth with his arm, biting hard on his wrist and screwing his eyes shut while the tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Nothing, sorry." He said. You moved the notes and his laptop out of the way so you could sit in front of him and gently took his hands, pulling his wrist from his mouth. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles trying to comfort him.

"Garcello did I do something?" You asked. He opened his eyes, letting out another soft sob.

"I just, nobody's touched me like that, in awhile." He said. You tilted your head. Nobody?

"How long?" You asked, taking one hand in your own and rubbing your palm over the scars on his wrists. He let out another cry and swallowed harshly.

"Like, a year before my mom died. When I was 13." He said. Your heart shattered into pieces. He hadn't been touched in five years? You reached out, resting your hand softly on his cheek and he leaned into your touch. You pulled him towards you, resting a hand on his shoulder to pull him closer.

He shifted how he was sitting so he could lean into your chest. He rested his head on your shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his around your middle. You rubbed his back, using your nails to gently scratch his back, and smoothed your hand over his braided hair to tuck the few loose strands back out of his face. You felt his shoulders shake as he sobbed into your neck. You sat there, holding him for what felt like hours. He finally pulled away, wiping his eyes with the collar of his sleeve and sitting up with a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, That was a lot." He said. You tilted your head as you looked with him.

"When was the last time someone hugged you?" You asked. He shrugged.

"I don't know. My mom, before she dies, was really into like heroin and shit and kind of forgot about me. And then nobody wanted to touch me because they were worried I would lash out or something." He tucked a few loose bits of hair behind his face and took a breath. "And then I kind of forgot what it was like." He said. You had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from crying with him.

"It's nice." He said softly. "Thank you." Looking up at you and scratching at his forearm again. You took his hands in your own again.

"How long have you been doing that?" You asked. He puffed out his cheeks, trying to pull his hands away. You held them tighter.

"Like four years." He said. You lifted his hands and kissed the inside of his wrists. He let out a soft whine as you did and you looked back to him.

"Did you ever, try to go further?" You asked. You watched more tears roll down his cheeks as he nodded.

"I tried pills, mostly. A few times. And the, razors and stuff." He said. You pulled him back in for a hug and held him tightly against you as he let out another whimper and squeezed you tightly.

"Garcello," You said softly. You heard him hum in acknowledgement. "If you ever, feel like that again, please call me." You said. He nodded against your shoulder as you rubbed his back comfortingly. He turned to bury his head into your shoulder and you tilted your head to rest it against his.

"I'm serious. Any time, every, please call me." You said.

"I care about you so much. I know we haven't known each other for long but you're my best friend." You whispered into his hair. He nodded against your shoulder as his own shook again and you could feel his tears soaking through his shirt.

"Where are they?" You asked. He pulled away just enough to look up at you, his golden brown eyes were shining with tears.

"The blades." You said. He turned his head and pressed his face back into your shoulder and you scratched his back softly.

"Come on Garcello." You said. He let out a huff and pulled back, sliding off the bed and reaching up under the bed frame. He held his hand out to you and handed you three razor blades that had been pulled from pencil sharpeners. You carefully slid them in your pocket, careful not to cut yourself with them. You walked to his desk, using a pencil and a piece of paper to write the words "Call her" In dark letters. You handed the piece of paper to him.

"Put that there. And next time you reach for them, call me." You said. He stuck the piece of paper back under the bed in his hiding spot and stayed cross legged on the floor. You sad next to him, running your fingers over the burn scars.

"And I won't take the cigarette's because I know that's not good for you, but please don't burn yourself." You said. He looked down at them and furrowed his brows before shaking his head.

"Those were my mom." He said quietly. Your mouth fell open and you rubbed your thumb over them.

"She got bad that last year." He whispered to himself, staring blankly at the wall as if he was back there again. You reached out and pulled him back into your chest, pressing your cheek against his head as you rubbed his back. He wrapped his arms around you again and you sat there, holding him in your arms, wishing you could make his pain all go away.

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sucuretcannelle · 3 years

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MASTERLIST (UPDATED: 3/27/22)

𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟' (𝔽ℕ𝔽):

KNOCKOUT! (BF, Kapi, and Senpai witnessing you pass out during a rap battle from exhaustion)

WHAT DA FLIRT DOIN’? (Senpai, Pico, and Ruv’s reaction to being flirted with)

PLEASE, GET YOURSELF TOGETHER (Garcello and Senpai with a germlin s/o)

CONTACT? (Senpai with a touch starved s/o)

PUT THAT BACK— (Tankman with a gremlin child)

WAS THAT A SKIN-WALKER? OH— (Ruv, Whitty, and Garcello with a friend that likes to howl at the moon)

I REALLY DON’T MIND (Garcello being insecure about his lingering cigarette scent)

IT’LL BE OKAY (Garcello singing you to sleep after you have a nightmare)

I’LL REST, I SWEAR (Taking care of Garcello while he’s sick)

QUITTING CAN GET...HARD (Helping Garcello quit smoking)

YOU’RE RUINNIN IT. READ MY LIPS- (Garcello & Hex friendship hcs)

NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP (Garcello tea asks and fluff alphabet)

NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWWNNN (Senpai & Tankmain fluff alphabet)

NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOUUU (Tabi & Agoti date hcs)

NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRYYY (CJ relationship hcs)

NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE (CJ with an s/o who’s love language is physical touch and words of affirmation)

NEVER GONNA TELL A LIEEEE (Sarv and Ruv tea asks)

AND HURT YOU (Dr. Jack Springheel tea asks)

YOU’RE BACK! (Agoti coming out of the void)

SLEEP AND AWAKE (Garcello singing his s/o to sleep)

WHAT?? HOW? (Garcello....ugh, necromancy ig)

ARTISTS TROUBLES (Garcello with an s/o that draws on him when they’re anxious)

AW, COME HERE (Garcello with a touchstarved and shy s/o)

WHAT THE FUCK- (Garcello with an s/o that had a syncope)

BE WHO YOU ARRRREEE (Garcello with a nb s/o)

IIIIII BOUNCE TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM- (Garcello with an s/o that can play the drums)

HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO...LUDICROUS? (Garcello with a dumbass s/o)

IT’S OKAY TO RELAX SOMETIMES (Garcello and Whitty with a stressed s/o)

AWW, REALLY? (Garcello w/ an s/o that likes to fluster him)

DO YOU REALLY MEAN IT? (Agoti and Tabi with a flirty s/o)

THE SWEET EMBRACE OF DEATH (Garcello with an s/o that’s extremely warm all the time)

HOME SWEET HOME (Garcello with an s/o that just came home after a long day)

YOU’RE SAFE HERE NOW (Garcello with a teen reader)

IT’S TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZEEEEE (Garcello and Hex with an s/o that apologizes a lot due to a past relationship)

EVERY KISS BEGINS WITH KETAMINE- (First kiss hcs w/ Garcello)

IIII HEAR A SOUND (Garcello haunting his s/o’s house)

SHE LIKE BAE WHY IT SMELL LIKE BADUSSY (Garcello with an s/o that hates the smell of cigs)

LIFE GOES ON...FOR NOW (Garcello, Myra, and Ruby with a vampire s/o)

HOW DO THOSE THINGS WORK? (Kapi with an s/o that is great a claw machines)

FLY AWAY NOW- (Tabi, Sarv, and Kapi with a fairy s/o)

SO YOU’RE INTO PEOPLE THAT CAN KILL YOU? (Yandere CJ x reader)

DAMN ARE YOU GONNA LET GO?? (Kapi with a clingy s/o)

JK...UNLESS- (Rivals to lovers au with CJ)

WHAT IN THE TLC? (Kapi with an s/o that hoards plushies)

WHAT AN UNFORTUNATE SITUATION (this is explained in the ask and I’m lazy, Tabi x reader angst)

HOW??? (Tabi with a supportive and innocent s/o)

BITCH ARE YOU SERIOUS? (Tabi, CJ, and Myra with a toxic ex that won’t leave them alone)

HOL ON, DON’T BE LIKE ME (Tabi with an s/o that has insomnia)

PEW PEW PEW! (Tabi with an s/o that has explosion powers)

“YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH THIS- WHAAAA?” (CJ with an s/o that’s self conscious about singing)

*INSERT A BAD BRUNO MARS SONG* (CJ hearing his s/o sing for the first time)

YK, I’M WATCHING YOU... (CJ with an s/o that got flirted with)

YEAH BREAK IT DOWN BITCH, AND LEMME SEE YOU BACK IT UP (CJ with a baker s/o)

UP, UP, AND AWAY! (CJ with a tall s/o that likes to carry him) (Another version of this)

OH... (Ruby, CJ, and Tabi with an s/o that has trust issues)

OH NAWL, HE’S DESCENDING (Tabi with a fallen angel s/o)

AYO WHAT’S UPDOG? (Agoti with a gullible s/o)

STOP BOTHERIN ME, DAMN (Ruv sibiling hcs)

SOMEHOW, YOU STILL MANAGE TO BE THE SWEETEST THING HERE (Agoti with a pastry chef s/o)

AND OH MY GOSH, WHAT IS THIS NEW EMOTION? (Usagi realizing that she has a crush on someone)

ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕝𝕦𝕓 (ℂℙℂ):

SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME (Saffron dating hcs & fluff alphabet)

THE WORLD IS GONNA ROLL ME (Jamie dating hcs)

I AIN’T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHEEEEED (Prez dating hcs)

SHE WAS LOOKIN KINDA DUMB (Maria fluff alphabet)

PLEASE, TAKE A BREAK (Leopold with an artist s/o that overworks themselves)

SORRY ABOUT THAT (Leopold with an s/o that’s scared of talking to people)

𝔻𝔸ℕ𝔾𝔸ℕℝ𝕆ℕℙ𝔸 (𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒𝕟):

SHAWTY HAD THEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANSSS (Chiaki, Ibuki, and Kaede relationship hcs)

#fnf #friday night funkin #fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf bf x reader #fnf senpai x reader #fnf mods #fnf garcello x reader #x reader #fnf hcs #hcs #headcanons #fnf headcanons #danganronpa #dangan #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa hcs

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wattpadscapcons · 3 years

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FNF Garcello Masterlist (Discontinued)

Garcello

Garcello & Overwhelmed Emotional S/O

Garcello w/ artistic S/O

Garcello w/ artistic S/O p2

Garcello w/ Drummer S/O

Garcello & Gamedev! S/O With Dumb Ideas For Games

S/O’s Art On Garcello's Album Cover

Garcello w/ Flirty S/O Garcello w/ Childish S/O

Garcello w/ S/O Who's Love Language Is Touch/ Shy about asking

Garcello & Careless S/O

Inhuman Speeds (Garcello)

Yandere Garcello Headcanons

Garcello With w/ S/O Finally Standing Up For Themselves

Garcello Taking Care Of A Tall Child (Reader)

General Garcello Headcanons

Garcello w/ Quiet Fem!S/O

Garcello w/ S/O Who "Borrows" Their Clothes

What Makes Them Snap At Their S/O (Garcello)

Painful Night Visions (Garcello Comfort)

FNF Characters Realizing They're In A Video Game (Garcello)

Garcello w/ Slow Processing! S/O

Garcello w/ Famous S/O

Garcello w/ An S/O Who Seems To Know Everything

Garcello w/ S/O With Perfume Collection

Garcello (Gifts)

Garcello w/ Ticklish S/O

Garcello w/ Loud & Extroverted S/O

Fake Friends (Comfort + Garcello)

Garcello w/ Short & Tough S/O

Garcello w/ Transmasc S/O That Likes Flowers And Their Meanings

Garcello w/ Tall? S/O

College Struggles (Garcello x reader)

Garcello w/ S/O Who Stars In Musicals

Garcello w/ FtM S/O (Dysphoria Comfort)

Fire Trauma (Garcello)

Astraphobia (Garcello)

Beating BF (Garcello)

Autophobia (Garcello)

Rich Parents (Garcello)

Traumatized (Garcello)

Garcello w/ Touch Starved S/O

#friday night funkin garcello #garcello x reader #fnf garcello #fnf #fnf x reader #masterlist

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fnf-writingz · 3 years

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Can you do child abused reader x Whitty?

of course!! i hope you're doing alright!

~ Whitty with an Abused Child (Platonic) ~

tw: abuse

So this is gonna follow a similar plot to that Garcello one I wrote, where the reader ran away from home

Whitty probably found you hiding in an alleyway, sniffling and shaking

He was absolutely confused, like why was there a child sitting outside crying by themself??

He was careful in his approach to you, squatting a few feet away from you before gently asking what happened to you

You were really scared at first, but could you blame yourself?

This almost 9 ft. tall bomb man just. approached you out of nowhere, of course you're scared-

When you manage to calm down enough, you tell him you ran from home

This is mostly because you weren't aware of the "don't tell strangers your business" rule

He felt his heart crack a bit at that

Why the hell would a kid as young as you want to run away from home?

Then again, he too was someone who was running away from something, so he empathized with you a lot

He decided to ask if you wanted to stay with him, because he was a runaway too

You eventually agreed, and whoops look like Whitty adopted a kid-

He's definitely not used to having to take care of himself, let alone another person, so he gets nervous about that

He may or may not start putting your needs over his own, giving you his food or letting you sleep while he stays up

What can he say, he'd feel horrible if you had to suffer as much as he has

Makes sure to keep as you well hidden as possible so that the Greater Good doesn't catch you

He does notice that you tend to tense up whenever he raises a hand around you or raises his voice slightly

So, he eventually asks you why you do that

When you explain how your family used to treat you, the man is CLOSE to going ballistic

He only doesn't for your sake

He makes sure to keep track of anything that triggers you, often times giving you a hug if you do end up triggered

If he ever finds your parents...Oh boy-

Let's just say they're gone from existence :)

#fnf whitty #fnf whitty x reader #whitty #whitty x reader #raganthebanana #tw abuse

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weenwrites · 3 years

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Hi ! If you accept requests can you please do a garcello x child reader ? If not garcello I don't mind any other fnf character tbh

Wouldn't it be pedophillia? I'm just assuming since you didn't clarify whether it'd be platonic or romantic.

Edit: AH okay. I saw your replies, thank you for clarifying!! Just send another request in, and I’ll do it.

#requests

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let-love-run-red · 3 years

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Broken but Healing

ART BELONGS TO ARCOIRIAS ON DEVIANTART

TW: child abuse, child neglect, attempted rape, domestic violence, this is an angst fest but it ends happy I promise

Female reader insert

Summary: Basically Garcello is a good protective older brother to Annie

AO3 link

It was dark, but you still heard her shuffle into the room. Annie was Garcello's younger sister. Not by blood, but they had grown up in the same foster home and they bonded. She had been living with her boyfriend, but something had happened. Something she refused to talk about, so Garcello had talked to you and of course you said it was ok for her to move into your apartment with the two of you. It had two bedrooms after all, and the second was just being used for storage.

She was usually ok to sleep in her own room but sometimes, when she was having a bad night, she would drag her pillow and a blanket into the room you shared with Garcello and sleep on the floor next to his side of the bed. You didn't mind it, there was no way she could snore louder than Garcello did. Sometimes you barely noticed she was in the room when you woke up. But tonight was different.

"Garcello!" Annie suddenly screamed. You shot awake, sitting bolt upright.

"Garcello! Garcello where are you?!" She shouted again. Garcello was on the floor in an instant sitting next to Annie and holding her against his chest as she clawed at herself and him.

"Annie, Annie I'm right here." He said, smoothing her dark hair down and holding her tightly as she scratched at his arms.

"Annie, you're still asleep Annie." He said, gently trying to shake her. She screamed again and tried to bite him.

"Annie!" He said, a bit more forcefully. Annie calmed as she woke up, holding Garcello's forearm tightly. She was breathing heavily and there were tears streaming down her face. You watched as Garcello pulled her into his lap and she buried her face in his T-shirt. He shushed her gently, rocking back and forth as he stroked her hair. She sobbed into his chest and you locked eyes with Garcello. He gave you an apologetic look and you shook your head. He didn't have to be sorry, Annie didn't have to be sorry either.

You reached over to the night stand and turned on the lamp, illuminating the room with a soft glow. Annie pulled away from Garcello, reaching up and wiping her face. She hiccuped and cleared her throat.

"Sorry." She said, sliding back onto the floor. Garcello stayed cross legged on the floor with her and looked to you. You took the hint and left the room so they could talk. He had told you when she was younger she suffered from night terrors, and Garcello was the only one who could calm her from them.

She had been abused by her biological parents before she was taken from them and placed in the same foster home as Garcello. She hadn't allowed anyone to get near her or touch her. She would lash out, biting and kicking and screaming. He said the foster parents had almost reached their breaking point. Until the day Annie climbed onto the couch next to Garcello and handed him a hair brush. He didn't understand why, and Annie said he just seemed nice. He had taken the brush and she sat in his lap while he brushed the knots out of her hair. She fell asleep, eventually, and since then she had stuck to him like glue.

Garcello walked out of your room carrying a sleeping Annie who was wearing one of his hoodies, taking her to her own room. He walked back out and fumbled with a cigarette and his lighter with shaking hands. He was angry, you could tell from the way he paced and the way the vein in his neck jumped as he worked his jaw. He had been crying. You waited for him to tell you what was wrong, it was never good to push him when he was this worked up.

"Garcello," You said gently, resting your hand on his bicep as he sucked down the cigarette. He barely paused to exhale the smoke before turning to you and pulling the cigarette from his mouth.

"He hit her." He growled, his voice low. You rarely saw him this angry.

"He fucking hit her." He said with a clenched jaw. You rubbed his shoulders, trying to keep him calm enough not to yell. He settled for whispering harshly.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." He said, turning to face you. He placed the cigarette back between his lips with a shaking hand and took a long drag. You could see him relax as the nicotine filled his lungs and he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw.

"Garcello." You said softly. He shook his head and pressed his fist to his chest, letting out a small cough. He took the cigarette from his mouth and used his opposite hand to thump his chest as he coughed again, and again, until he was in the midst of a coughing fit.

You steadied him as he coughed, trying to keep quiet so he didn't wake Annie. She didn't know he had been having breathing problems. He didn't want to worry her. He ended up doubled over, the hand holding his cigarette on his knee and the other on the arm of the couch to steady himself while you rubbed circles on his back. There was nothing you could do to stop these, you just had to ride it out with him.

"Fuck." He said when he stopped coughing. He stood up slowly, eyes watery with tears.

"You wanna know the first time it happened?" He said. You stayed silent, willing him to continue.

"That day we had lunch for her birthday." He said. He stubbed the cigarette out in the ash tray on the side table and took a deep breath.

"When we had lunch then, and she said she wasn't feeling good, he broke her ribs." He said. He buried his hand in his hair and tugged on it. He sank down onto the couch with tears streaming down his face. His shoulders shook as he tugged on his hair and you stepped forward to stand between his knees, looping his arms around your waist and pulling him against you so his head was pressed against your stomach. He cried quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair and scratched his back gently.

"How did I not see it?" He asked, pulling away and looking up at you with broken eyes.

"Sometimes you can't tell baby. It's Annie, she's always kept things to herself." You said softly. He shook his head.

"I'm her brother. I'm her Garcie, she usually tells me everything. But even if she didn't tell me I should have seen it, seen something." He said. You sat next to him on the couch and scratched his back as he hung his head and stared at the carpet.

"No matter what happened she's safe now. She's here with us, with you. You can protect her." You said. He swallowed and nodded.

"She left, finally." He said. You nodded and opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted you.

"Because he tried to rape her." He said. You were shocked. Violence was one thing, but rape was a step further. Your heart dropped for Annie.

"She left in the middle of the fucking night and slept on the street because he tried to rape her and she got away." He said, clenching his jaw so hard you feared his teeth would crack.

He took a deep breath, sitting up and rubbing his palms against his knees, then scratching at his cheek and sucking his lip the way he did when he was craving a cigarette. He covered his face with his hands, taking another breath before wiping the tears from his cheeks and clearing his throat.

"She said that so many times she considered calling me to pick her up." He said, staring down the wall.

"She thought about it, she had my number on the screen, she just didn't hit the button." He said. "Why didn't she just call me?" He turned to look at you, lip quivering as he tried not to cry again.

"I wanted to be there for her, I wanted to be the good older brother that she could come to whenever, but she didn't call me." He said. You pulled him against your chest and he buried his face in your neck.

"Garcello sometimes it's hard to admit that something like that happened." You said.

"It can feel embarrassing, sometimes it's scary because what if the person finds out? And a lot of the times you try to make up excuses for them, they didn't mean it, it won't happen again. There's a lot of reasons." You said. You lifted his face so he was looking at you.

"But she did come to you." You said. "She felt comfortable enough coming to you that she showed up here at 5 in the morning." You said. Garcello swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah, that's true." He said, letting out another small cough. It didn't escalate this time, something you were thankful for. You were silent for a moment, just taking comfort in the presence of each other when Annie screamed again.

"No! Get off of me! Don't touch me!" She yelled. Garcello shot up from the couch, sprinting to Annie's room and throwing the door open. You could hear him talking and heard Annie's sobs again.

She had been broken when she came to that foster home. She was 6 and ripped away from her parents with broken bones. Garcello had been broken too, 13 with a nicotine addiction from his dead mother and neglected. He hadn't been touched for a year before ending up in that foster home. Annie had been the first one to try to hug him, and he was the first person she had let help her heal. Watching her broken like this was breaking Garcello all over again.

You walked down the hall and peeked into Annie's room. Garcello was laying on the side of the bed facing the door on his back. Annie was curled up next to him holding his arm as tightly as she could while she slept. Garcello was staring up at the ceiling and you cleared your throat.

"I'm gonna stay here tonight." He said without turning to you. You nodded, you had expected nothing less. He was her big brother, he wanted to protect her. You had no problem with that.

"She needs me." He said as he finally turned to look at you.

"Try to get some sleep, we can work things out tomorrow." You said.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Masterlist: FNF Mods x Reader

Corruption ☠️🖤

Comforting Corrupt!Skid

Senpai x Corrupt!Reader

Helping Corrupt!Pico win fight

“Thank you, for everything” w/ Senpai

Corrupted Takeover (Dad Dearest & Mom Mearest + Corrupt!Reader)

Corrupt!BF + Sibling!Reader

Minus ➖

HCs: Dating Dino Pico

HCs: Dating Monster

HCs: Tank fluff

GF meeting Reader

Insecurities (Minus GF)

Whitty 💣

HCs: Whitty + Teen!Reader (1/2)

HCs: Whitty + Teen!Reader (2/2)

HCs: Whitty x Soft!Shy!Reader

HCs: Meeting Fun-Sized Whitty

Baking Cookies

Comforting Sad!Whitty

Mid-Fight Masses ⛪

Ruv meeting Reader who regularly donates to the church

"Soul" w/ Ruv

HCs: Dating Sarvente and Ruv (separate)

Zardy 🌽🎃

Injured!Zardy being patched up

HCs: Zardy x Monochromatic!Reader

Zardy + Brave!Reader (1/2)

Zardy + Brave!Reader (2/2)

HCs: Zardy x Cottagecore!Reader

Pumpkin Jack encountering Reader who accidentally kills a Crawler

HCs: Zardy & Reader realizing they’re in love

HCs: Pumpkin Jack w/ Reader who plays the ukulele

Zardy meeting Artist!Reader

HCs: Various characters w/ Scarewcrow!S/O who gets attacked a lot

Garcello 🚬

HCs: Cuddling

HCs: Garcello x Motherly!Reader

HCs: Garcello w/ Asthmatic Friend

Nightmare

Garcello meeting Long-Distance S/O on his birthday

Onslaught Trio (Bob, Ron, Little Man)

Bob learning of Reader's death

Friend!Reader seeing Bob's Hell form

HCs: Bob w/ Reader who likes hugging others

Self-aware Reader helping Ron (Bob's Takeover of vs Bob/Bosip)

Hypno’s Lullaby

Reader rescuing Blake on Mt. Silver

HCs: Reader befriending Glitchy Red

Therapist!Reader helping Steven

“Where did all of these scars come from?” w/ Steven

Reader befriending Gray & Shinto after learning they’re sentient

Steven & S/O reuniting after the incident

HCs: Befriending Lost Silver & Glitchy Red

HCs: Child!Reader who likes horror befriending Lost Silver

HCs: Trainer!Reader meeting Lost Silver

Trainer!Reader & their Shiny Hypno meeting Lullaby!Hypno

Other Mods

HCs: Hex x Reader who likes Vocaloid/Video Game OSTs

HCs: BF and GF learning that Tricky is Reader's uncle (1/2)

Tricky + Relative!Reader (2/2)

Male!GF saving Male!Reader (during Week 7)

HCs: Meeting Starecrown

HCs: Starecrown meeting Reader at library

HCs: Meeting Trollge (TBBI)

HCs: Tabi x Pacifist!Reader

HCs: Taki w/ Chaotic!S/O

HCs: Relationship with Eteled

Taki Helping Injured!Reader

Misc/Various Characters

HCs: Zardy & Garcello w/ a Stoic!Reader who cries over minor inconveniences

HCs: Harem AU continuation

HCs: Garcello, Ruv, Senpai, and Tankman who thought their S/O died but returns to them injured

HCs: Spooky Kids, Garcello, Senpai, Zardy, Monster, and Tord w/ Scarecrow!Reader who controls a crow army

#fnf x reader #friday night funkin x reader #fnf mods x reader #masterlist

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wattpadscapcons · 3 years

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hi again! school just started for me :( can I request garcello and shuichi with an s/o who's struggling in college? - skid anon

Hey again Skid Anon! I start my sophomore year of college in less than 3 weeks myself.

College Struggles (Garcello x reader)

- Never went to college himself

- "Y/N, it's time to take a break. You've been on your computer all day." "But-" "No, you need to get up and at least stretch. Come on, let's go get something to eat." "Fine, honestly I don't know what I'm doing. The work is so confusing and it's just the first week. What am I supposed to do when the work starts getting harder?" "You can get a tutor to help you with the work, or see the counselor just in case the reason why you're having trouble isn't because of the work."

- Literally is just using the methods he learned in high school

- Learns from your studies with you, since he needs to check you aren't stressing yourself out too much

- "I'm never going back to school hon." "Hm?" "I would never be able to do half of the things you have to for your classes, it's honestly impressive that you're able to keep up so well." "Well thanks. I appreciate it. It is really hard, but I feel it'll be worth it to get my degree."

- Will steal your laptop if you refuse to sleep, don't test him

College Struggles (Shuichi x reader)

- Is in college with you actually

- "Y/N? I think it's time to take a break." "Mmmmm...." "Y/N?" "Hm?" "Hey, it's break time sweetheart..." "Can you give me a few more minutes?" "You've been on your computer for a few hours already. Please just get up and move around for once." "Alright...I can't believe that it's my first week and I already can't understand a thing I'm reading. So frustrating." "I could help you, we do have a lot of the same teachers..." "In a little while, I'm tired of analyzing things, you want to go out to eat?" "Can I pick this time? The last place we were at was way too loud." "Sure, I'm driving though."

- Helps you with all of your classes, he can usually keep up with his own, but if you do help him he'll be really happy

- Sets alarms for both of you to get up and stretch

- "I can't believe Kokichi got a higher test grade than me." "Well, he's either a really smart cheater, or he's just smart in general and pretends to be a child." "Yeah. I still don't get why he still acts like that in class, or why we have classes with us at all." "We all have to take the same general subjects. I just hope that whatever career path he chose doesn't collide with ours. You know he'll just bother us while we're supposed to be studying." "Ah yes, study dates~"

- Literally the best study partner you can get, very patient and will try different methods to help you learn

I'm literally so mad rn, I had Garcello's part written out flawlessly but it didn't copy to the clipboard when I had to get off early. I was almost done too....UGH

#friday night funkin garcello #garcello mod #garcello x reader #fnf garcello #fnf fandom #fnf headcanons #fnf #fnf x reader #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpav3 #shuichi headcanons #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #shuichi imagines #shuichi saihara #anon ask

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