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i-have-wings-on-my-head · 6 months

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Redoing an old book for a friend

Here is a short demo version of the first chapter, if you want the link to the original book it is on Wattpad. I made it for two years ago and I'll start publishing these chapters for the remake on Garcello's 3rd anniversary.

Today the air outside was very nice, chill and easy in the city of Funkit compared to how it was last month. At least according to Annie and Garcello, two people who were like peas in a pot; that is if one was a pea and the other was a corn. Different and yet in the same kind of predicament, and they stick to each other like glue for this one reason.

There wasn’t a moment where Garcello wasn’t thinking of taking a cigarette, there wasn’t a moment where Annie didn’t feel like drinking, there wasn’t a moment where either of them had it easy. Yet, they made it through with each other every day with the occasional walk to McDeebles or talk about things they liked. Mostly music of course. However, this day is different for one of them specifically.

Annie is working on homework, homework to prove her grade in working with other people. It could have been anyone, but she obviously chooses the friend that lives with her. Garcello was like a zombie at first when Annie spoke out to him about color theory. Compared to Annie he is not as interested in learning things, sometimes even avoiding learning. For once Garcello is interested all the while being clueless, but he is being interested nonetheless.

“Hey, you aren’t doing too bad today.” The fact that Annie’s voice is trailing off as if she knows it would change any second makes Garcello give her a curious eye. Of course it was all playful looks, and they fought all the time exactly like this.

“What do you mean *Not doing too bad today*? I think I’m doing great all the time.”; was not something Garcello would say truthfully but it was a funny remark to counter her point, and he would do anything to get back at her. All this is spoken out of his own mouth as he also puts a piece of tape on the structure they have made together.

“And there it is.” Annie smirks lightly while leaning back on her chair, even wiggling her eyebrows while having half lidded eyes as if Garcello is missing something she knew about. That smug face she always made as if anyone was missing something.

“Alright, what is it this time?” Giving up easily; he let out a sigh. Completely turn the chair so it faces her way, and look at her intently as if she has something bigger than the color theory to speak about this time as if he is ready to listen too hard.

“I thought we agreed to use glue and not tape on the outside of the structure, you think you can just let that slip from my own artistic eyes?” Ogling her own friend like he had done the worst mistake known to mankind, she speaks with the tone of a teacher that thinks someone deserved a low grade. Garcello only let out a halfhearted laugh from the mistake he made.

“Oh yeah, right. Thank you for actually reminding me.” The teal haired male just smirks while trying to hold in a laugh from the information, and takes the tape off from the sculpture to undo what he had mistakenly done to the poor thing. It can not be the prettiest sculpture of Mario.

“Why would you let me do Mario anyways? Isn’t he number one?” Garcello spoke softly while putting some more papier-mâché on the sculpt so that the area the tape had ripped got fixed once more. When the creation is more uneven than Annie’s Luigi he wondered if it was strategy that made things better.

“I just chose to make Luigi because you are my number one.” The cat-like woman he called friend flirting with him once more is not a huge surprise, and that made him break into real laughter.

That is the end of the fic so far so just be patient until the time comes and it will be happening.

#garcello #smoke em out struggle garcello #fanfic #garcellofnf #garcello x reader #friday night funkin garcello #garcello mod #fnf garcello #friday night funkin #fanfiction

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fandomfantasyy · 12 days

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aindcfhfbdhc i saw you do fnf fics!! i was wondering if you could do a garcello x a tired gender neutral reader?

𝜗୧ ,, garcello x gn!reader !!

꒰꒰ type ;; oneshot ,, ꒰꒰ pov ;; second person ,, ꒰꒰ cw ;; cigarettes, health issues ,, ꒰꒰ characters ;; garcello, gn!reader ,, ꒰꒰ fandom ;; fnf ,, ꒰꒰ note ;; life laugh love garcello (hes literally the top reason i put fnf on the list) also you didnt specify pov so i hope second is okay, if not re-request and ill redo it !! ,,

⌒ 𓈒 fanfic under the cut !! ꒱

ㅤYou were extremely drowsy, laying on the couch with Garcello. Your head was laid one one of his thighs as he stroked your hair, feeling yourself lazily blink as you stared at the TV in front of you. You didn't even exactly know what was on. Some comedy, maybe. You were too exhausted to remember or even tell.

ㅤYou felt the thigh under your head shift and you whined, looking up at him. He was looking right back down at you with his normal expression, however with just a tinge of guilt and concern.

ㅤ"…Thought you were asleep." He mumbled. You saw the cigarette pack in his hand, you knew he did this every night. He let you fall asleep, went to the alley, and smoked. Then he tended to get off on an errand or got completely distracted, and wasn't normally back by the time you woke up in the morning. You still pretended to be asleep, though. The small yet love-filled mumbles he whispered to you as he waited for you to wake up warmed your heart.

ㅤYou reached up, grabbed the pack, and placed it on the table next to you. You didn't want him leaving you in the night to smoke again. You stood up, albeit uncoordinated, and tugged him by the sleeve to the bedroom. Whether you were strong or weak didn't matter, he just let you tug him around with a quiet chuckle. It was adorable watching where you went and why with him.

ㅤYou pushed him onto the bed, turned off the lights, grabbed the blanket, and flopped ontop of him. "You're staying here tonight." You huffed. You were tired, exhausted. You probably forgot to turn off the TV in the living room-

ㅤ"…Hon, the TV in the living room is still on."

ㅤYou sighed, getting up and walking out of the room to turn that damned TV off. You just wanted to sleep and spend a genuine night with your love. You knew discussing how him leaving in the night hurt you, but that was a story for you when you didn't want to pass out from exhaustion.

ㅤYou laid next to him after locking the bedroom door, pushing yourself into his arms. "Tonight you're staying with me." You stated, not taking any questions. You didn't want to hear shit, you just wanted to wake up with him still asleep with you in his arms.

ㅤHe hesitated before shaking his head slightly with a smile, realizing there was no way out of this. Not like he was against it, but still.

ㅤYou were too sweet. He knew you were only doing this for his health. He didn't sleep as much as he should, even he accepted that. He just pulled you close as you drifted off into sleep.

ㅤ"…Rest well." He said, as his eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep against you. ♡

#fandomfantasyy #fluff #sleep #oneshot #oneshot fanfiction #fnf #friday night funkin #friday night funkin garcello #garcello #garcello mod #fnf garcello #fanfiction #drabble #sleepy #safe travels

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angryshipping · 4 months

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☆ Welcome to my selfship blog! ☆

INTJ ✘ 22 yo ✘ brazilian ✘ she/her ✘ bisexual aro

This is a side blog, if you see interactions from @kimsnerdcave that's me!

My art blog is @kimberlygbart I also take selfship commissions there!!

I have an imagine/ x reader blog for Whitty and Ruv so feel free to read it if you like them too! @zavollistic-love

Feel free to scroll around or read some more about my F/Os and ships under the cut!

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F/Os list:

ROMANTIC

Whitty from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by Sock.Clip) [main]

Ruv from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by dokki.doodlez) [also sometimes in a poly with Whitty]

William Afton/Springtrap/Glitchtrap Five Nights at Freddy’s 3/Help Wanted/FNAF Movie [queerplatonic relationship]

I also have a bunch of AUs for them, either created by me or by others including a few like Shark AU, Mercenary AU, Swap AU, Human AU, Zombie AU, Hell AU, etc.

PLATONIC

Pico, Boyfriend, Carol, Hex, Girlfriend from Friday Night Funkin'

Parental/Dad figure: Garcello from Friday Night Funkin' Mod (by atsuover) and Hellboy from Hellboy [2004]/BPRD comics

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Notes:

I asked Sock.Clip on instagram directly about selfshipping with Whitty and it was stated that she was okay with it

I do not condone William's actions nor he is a victim, this is but a crackship for fun

You may find art of my old f/o Raphael from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but note that I don't ship myself with Raphael anymore, although he was a very important part for me in my teens years, and art from past years will not be deleted! (I have this blog since I was 16)

You’re more than welcome to draw my ship fanart or write fanfiction!

Sometimes I post nsfw text posts/imagines (nothing visual) during late night hours. Check tag below to block it if you're a minor or uncomfortable

I don't mind sharing f/os!

DM and asks are always open! Come chat!!

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Taglist:

Kitty (Kimberly + Whitty), Ruverly (Ruv + Kimberly) and Kittyzvat (Kim + Whitty + Ruv) tagged as Loud Love

Killiam (Kimberly + William) is tagged as Withered Love

Hellboy is tagged as Hell Uncle

Raphly (Raphael + Kimberly) is tagged as Tough Love

Art from me tagged as official art

Art from friends and gifts tagged as fan art

Anything from my mind and pointless texts tagged as rambles

Suggestive and horny posting tagged as Raging Asexual (rare content though!)

Whitty's tag is Whit-tea, Ruv's tag is Vick Vaporuv, Pico's tag is Prick-o, Springtrap's tag is Springles

Positivity for you! [×]

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let-love-run-red · 3 years

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My favorite Garcello headcanon

Garcello is big

- Like he's so big you could lay on him and he'd barely notice

- It's not fat, not all of it at least, it's mostly muscle.

- He's a carpenter my man has lots of muscle on him

- No matter how big you are he's always able to pick you up

- His hugs feel like a big warm blanket

- And his hands are huge

- They make a basketball look small honestly

- He's a gentle giant and always makes you feel safe

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hihello170 · 3 years

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Would you write tabi, whitty, garcello and tankman with an s/o who's learning electric guitar?

Sorry for taking forever. Motivation has been completely an ✨enigma.✨ So I hope this works! (Also I know barely anything about Guitars so. If anything I say is wrong please tell me!)

Tabi

When he finds out he acts like he doesn’t care

But when your out or resting

Mans is researching things to help you with

Mainly if anything goes wrong

Like if the strings break

Or the guitar doesn’t sound right in a whole (tuning it)

He just likes being able to help you in small ways

Oh and when your learning a song, he is gonna ask

“Hey y/n what’s that song you’ve been learning?”

He won’t out right ask

But on the inside he’s dying to hear you play it

Whitty

I see him knowing already how to play the electric guitar a bit

So when you start learning he’s all over you

He is basically parenting you in how to do certain things

When you aren’t playing he’s showing you songs he thinks you can play with him

Oh and btw he is buying you a personal electric guitar(like made for you)

Kinda can see him getting a bit into friendly competition with you on who has the cooler guitar

(He won’t say it but it’s always gonna be yours)

Garcello

Similarly to Tabi he does research stuff on it just in case you need help

But he’s more of watcher/listener

He’ll sit with you while your practicing

(If he hasn’t quit yet)

Smoking a bit while he listens

Also encourages you while you practice

Only time he actually gives you advice is when he sees you genuinely struggling

Other than that he enjoys seeing you figure things out yourself

Tankman/John

Compared to Garcello and Tabi when he heard and knew nothing about it he chose not to research

Wanting to see you find out how to do it yourself

When you struggle or get upset sometimes trying to learn he’ll lightly joke

Or tell you how great you’re you doing in general

He won’t say it really but he loves to hear you play

Even just practice

He’ll just sit there with you as you play

Other than that he really only supports you and what you like to do.

Sorry if Tankman's bit was a little dry, I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things. As well as I’m moving into a new fandom other than Friday Night Funkin. Still hope you like it! (Even though it’s incredibly late-)

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studiopurplewizard · 3 years

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My God this felt like it took 4EVER

But it's done now~

This is the cover image I plan on using for a fanfic I'm writing, not sure how great it's going to be and I don't know when I'm going to release it but when I do you'll end up seeing this image again.

If any of you would like to know what the fanfiction is about continue reading if you want to be surprised then TURN BACK NOW YEE DIM WITTED FOOLS-OR FACE THE WRATH OF CRINGEY SPOILERS AND BAD PLOT SUMMARIES!!!

... We all good now? Ok-SO!

I'm writing a Werewolf!Garcello X Reader story~!

Oh how original lol

The basic plot is that you're one of his neighbors and his excessive smoking due to stress of the upcoming full moon ends up becoming a bit of a problem, so you confront him about it, and over the next few days you end up helping him talk through some of his problems (despite not knowing what they actually are). Until one night you hear loud and disturbing noises coming from an apartment, his apartment, and when you go to investigate and check up on him you find something... UNFORTUNATE waiting for you.

And what happens next?

Well! You're just going to have to read it to find out~

#my art #fnf garcello #friday night funkin #fnf #vs garcello #garcello #smoke em out struggle garcello #smoke em out struggle #garcellofnf #werewolf garcello

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neodracunyan · 2 years

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You look pretty~|Yandere!Bob x Female!Reader

Requested by Pando from Quotev

Reader Info

Y/n - Your Name

L/n - Last Name

E/c - Eye Color

H/c - Hair Color

F/c - Favorite Color

A/n: When Y/n is surfing on the internet on her computer, she decided to play some Friday Night Funkin' to pass the time since she has nothing else to do today and she is bored out of her mind. She then downloaded the FNF Mod, Vs. Bob + Bob's Onslaught to test out not only her skills in keeping up with the beat with the notes, but to just a good laugh at the memes and jokes. However, things are about to get worse when Y/n gets herself sucked into Bob's world and he has a little surprise hidden under his sleeves when he plans to keep Y/n to himself from leaving his own world that he created with his bare hands.

A/n #2: Bob is one of the popular Friday Night Funkin' mods in the franchise along with his brand of meme-related jokes and his most infamous and completely difficult song, "Run". He even makes a comeback with his best bud, Ron in the Bob & Bosip Mod Expansion Pack known as Bob's Takeover as the two of them decided to take control of both Bob & Bosip's lives until Both Boyfriend and Girlfriend came around and put a stop to it.

FNF Mods: Vs. Bob + Bob's Onslaught Mod

Location: Y/n's House - Uptown Creation City

Date: July 27, 1987

Time: 8:30 PM

No POV

Tonight at Y/n's House in Uptown Creation City, a young H/c girl by the name of Y/n L/n is currently surfing around on the internet, watching Youtube videos, reading and/or writing fanfiction or just looking at some funny memes because she is just bored out of her mind. She doesn't have much to do today and she is trying to find many different ways to keep herself occupied from dying out of pure boredom.

As she continues looking at the computer screen with her E/c eyes to find something to do tonight before she decided to go to bed for her beauty sleep, she had no other choice, but to go download a Friday Night Funkin' mod for her to play on to pass the time before turning in for tonight.

Y/n has been a huge fan of Friday Night Funkin' ever since it was released in 2020 during the pandemic of Covid-19 and she has been playing and recording her own videos of her gameplays and upload them on her Youtube channel. Overtime, she is starting to get more and more experienced with keeping up with the beat with the notes as well as enjoying the catchy set of music with all of the characters in the game from the original characters to the mod characters like Whitty, Tabi, Kapi, Garcello, Carol, etc.

But tonight, she is looking for a more challenging mod for her to play on like Tricky the Clown from Madness Combat and The Black Imposter with his secret deadly song of "Defeat". She began looking around at the website that is the source of almost every FNF mod that you can find for you to download and play on until she spots one mod that quickly catches her eye.

She found this mod known as the Bob mod along with his sequel Bob's Onslaught, it said that was well known for it's set of interesting and unusual set of songs and with tons of meme-related jokes. This is the kind of mod that really peaked her interest, so she immediately started downloading the mod and once it finally finished downloading, she quickly set everything up with the mod and booted it up to start playing.

However, just before she was about to press start to play at the menu screen, she's already feeling pretty drowsy after she had spent 2 hours surfing around on the internet and had to wait 25 minutes for the download of the Bob Mod to finished for her to play. Eventually, sleep has finally caught up to her and was knocked out unconscious with her head slamming on her keyboard, unaware that a oddly shaped shadow appeared on her computer screen that looked down upon the sleeping female with a creepy looking smile on its face as it has some plans for her to have some fun with.

Timeskip - 12 Seconds Later....

Location: Inside the World of Bob

As Y/n was sleeping rather peacefully until she felt something poking her on the forehead, she slowly opened her eyes to see someone right in front of her face that really freaked her out.

Y/n: Gah! What the hell!? Why did you wake me up, I was trying to sleep!

???: Sorry about that. I saw you sleeping here on the grass and I didn't want to wake you up cause you look so peaceful when you're sleeping.

Y/n then stopped to look to see a strange looking white man with a goofy smile on his face and she looked around to see herself inside in some sort of kid drawing with a sun with a smiley face in the sky. It take her too long to figure out that she somehow ended up inside Bob's world, which is the mod that she downloaded that she was going to play before she passed out in her room. Could this somehow be some sort of lucid dream or something?

Y/n: Nah, it's fine. I was about to play this mod about this guy named Bob for my favorite game, Friday Night Funkin' until I somehow fell asleep on my keyboard and somehow I ended in this world that is created by Bob. Do you know where I can find Bob in this world?

Bob: I'm Bob.

Y/n: Oh yeah, I probably wasn't paying attention at all before I passed out from being bored after I been surfing on the internet for quite a long night, but everyone needs to have their beauty sleep every now and then. Nice to meet you by the way, Bob. My name is Y/n L/n and it's an honor to meet you.

Bob: You look pretty~.

Y/n: *Blushes* Oh, uh...thanks. You look pretty nice too for a cartoon character such as yourself that put a lot of effort into making this mod that I wanted to play for myself.

Bob: Well then, since your already here, would you like to have a rap battle with me since you want to play my game?

Y/n: Sure, I would I would love to, but I don't even have a micro-

Then suddenly, Bob threw a microphone over to Y/n, which she managed to catch with her right hand before it landed on her face. She was a bit confused of how Bob just threw her a microphone to her when Bob asked her to have a rap battle with him and she was going to ask how he did he got that microphone in the first place, but Bob already brought out his own microphone for their little rap battle. Y/n just decided to ignore that weird feeling in her stomach and just go on with the flow as Bob started playing his first song to begin their rap battle together.

Bob: Are you ready for our rap battle, Y/n?

Y/n: Ready? I was born ready to rap battle, Bob! Let's do this.

Bob: You got it. *Thinking* I knew that bringing here in my world actually worked like I knew it would and my darling princess is here with me for our little rap battle together. I should go easy with her on the notes before moving on and if she even thinks about leaving me in my own game that I created for fun, I will sure that I will not my little sunshine leave this place ever again.

*Songs Play - Sunshine and Withered - Vs. Bob + Bob's Onslaught Mod

After playing a couple of songs together, the two of them then started playing around in Bob's world and he then introduced her to his two best friends, Ron and Little Man, but Bob had to snap at both of them when Ron started flirting with Y/n that made her uncomfortable and Little Man made some bad jokes about her that really hurt her feelings and he's not afraid to stab Ron in the chest and crush Little Man like a bug if they went a little too far to Y/n with their jokes and insults about her.

When the sun was about to set over the horizon, they both sat with each other with a picnic that Bob somehow set up for just the two of them that got Y/n a bit confused to why he did all of this for her and the way he acted a bit protective towards her, even though they just met each other a few hours ago when Y/n ended up in Bob's mod in the first place.

Y/n: Bob. This was a fun day we both had together and I'm glad we had our fun today, but I probably should get back home to my world. I'll see you later, Bob.

Y/n then sat up to find the exit to get back to her world, but she was stopped when she felt Bob's hand holding onto hers while still having that goofy smile on his face. She tried to get Bob to let go of her, but he refused to let go.

Y/n: Bob? Can you please let go of my hand? I have to get back home. Can you at least show me the way out of here?

But Bob didn't respond to her questions and just kept silent and keeping a straight face, which seems to make Y/n a bit annoyed at Bob ignoring her question.

Y/n: Bob? Are you even listening to me? Let go of my hand so I can go back home!

Then suddenly, Bob pulled Y/n down to the ground and looked down with her with his goofy smile that is then shifting into more a creepy looking smile that is starting to freak her out.

Bob: I'm sorry my love, but I can't let you leave.

Y/n: What the fuck?!

Bob: In fact, you are not going anywhere....

Then without warning, everything around her and Bob became a world of Hell in Bob's image and Bob has transformed into his true form as his body became nothing but a black gooey substance with a pair of creepy, realistic looking eyes on his face that definitely made Y/n scream in pure terror.

Bob: Listen here, Sweet-cheeks~ I built this world as joke for that blue balled freak that called me a Dream rip-off that I truly hate and after I saw you with my own eyes after you downloaded my mod into your computer, I knew I had to find a way to bring you into my game to make you stay here forever as my beloved wife since Daddy Dearest had taken away my true love, Opheebop and trapped her inside an old arcade machine. But since you are in my grasp, Y/n, I will make sure that you will feel right at home because I'm gonna make you my bride. So say goodbye to your old human life and your old home cause this world is your new home and you gonna be me forever and ever.

Then without warning, Bob started spreading his own black substance onto Y/n as it's starting to turn Y/n into the girl of his dreams that he named Opheebop. Y/n had to come up with something to get out of this nightmare, so she grabbed the microphone from her F/c hoodie jacket pocket and she tries her best to rap her way out of this mess to see if that's gonna help her from being turned into Bob's own plaything that he calls his own girlfriend. Bob somehow noticed that microphone in her hand and he starts playing his most impossible song of all that nobody has ever gotten a perfect combo out of it, hopefully Y/n has the courage and determination to beat this psycho and return back home safe and sound.

Song Plays - RUN - Vs. Bob + Bob's Onslaught Mod

Y/n did her best to go through all of those notes that is nothing but some serious button mashing, but unfortunately she has miss a ton of notes and she already lost her life as the last bit of the black goop have covered her body from head to toe and her body have morphed into the girlfriend known as Opheebop that Bob always knew in his life before she was lost forever by the hands of Daddy Dearest. Then Bob let out a long evil laugh to see Y/n succumbed to her own demise as his new girlfriend and beloved future wife.

Bob: Silly, Y/n. I already told you, I created this world with my own bare hands, which means I can do anything I want here and now that you are trapped here with me, you can never leave this place ever again. But don't feel bad about it, sweetheart~ I promise to be a good husband to take good care of you and I'm sure Opheebop will understand about your predicament you're in right now. Now that you are mine forever, Y/n, we can spend with each other in my own personal Hell forever and ever. *Laughs Evilly*

Opheebop *In Y/n's mind in her new body as Opheebop 2.0*: I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this with my boyfriend, Bob, but I can't blame you that you're me now and we are in the same body as one person. I won't do anything bad to you that's out of jealousy, I always wanted to have someone to talk to like we're both twin sisters and I can help you with our relationship with Bob since we've been together before I got trapped in an old abandoned arcade machine, cause we're gonna be with him for a long, long, long, time.

Well, at least Y/n has someone to talk to in her head that doesn't hold a grudge against her after Bob turned her into his beloved girlfriend and knows how to deal with a psychopathic demonic entity in a meme-related Friday Night Funkin' Mod that she has spend all eternity as his lover~

GAME OVER

THE END

#fridaynightfunkin #reader insert #female reader #fandomxreader #fanfiction #yandere #opheebop #bob mod #fnfmods #fnf bob

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let-love-run-red · 3 years

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Something About Him

ART BELONGS TO INSERTBIRBY ON TWITTER

Female Reader Insert

This is what came of the anon ask about an enemies to lovers arc for Garcello loves, it's barely enemies because I just can't fathom Garcello disliking anyone enough to be full "enemies" lmao

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"3 in the fucking morning." You muttered as you pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a jacket before sliding your slippers on and walking out the front door, knocking on the door next to yours. Your neighbors apartment. The inconsiderate asshole who played metal music at 3 in the morning despite the fact that some people actually had to work.

There was no answer when you knocked. You pounded your fist against the door a few times and waited. There was still no answer. You huffed. You stormed back into your apartment and then out on the small balcony that adjoined his, only separated by a thin iron railing. He was leaning against the rail of the balcony with a cigarette in his hand and the door to his apartment open behind him.

"Hey!" You snapped. He barely tilted his head as an indication he heard you, lifting the cigarette to his mouth to take a breath of it. He was huge, with broad shoulders and a wide chest and thighs built like tree trunks. You shook your head, your anger getting the best of you

"What's your problem?" You asked. He took a deep breath before turning to look at you and blowing smoke from his mouth.

"Some people actually have to work in the morning." You gestured towards his open apartment door and he snorted before taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Sorry. I'll turn it down, and move it to a different wall." He said, turning to look back out at the city. You had expected more of a fight from him. No, you wanted a fight. You were up at 3 am and angry.

"No, turn it off." You demanded. He paused with the cigarette half way to his open mouth and turned his whole body to face you.

"Now I get to ask what your problem is." He said. You rolled your eyes and tapped your foot against the rug you had on your balcony.

"My problem is you're playing music at 3 in the morning. when people are trying to sleep." You huffed. He rolled his eyes.

"Listen I offered to turn it down, or move it. I get people are trying to sleep." He took another drag from the cigarette and spoke, smoke coming from his mouth as he did.

"But this is how I sleep." He snapped, stubbing the cigarette out in the ash tray on the table next to him before walking back into his apartment and shutting the door, pulling the curtains shut around it before his light went off. You huffed and walked back into your apartment and to your bedroom that apparently butted up against his. The music was quieter now, and it sounded like it moved away from the wall.

"Ass." You growled at the wall before rolling over and pulling the blanket up over your head.

You hated him. Your balcony always smelled like cigarettes because he smoked like a chimney, you could always hear the faint music at night through the paper thin walls, and who had the audacity to cough so damn loud?

Ok maybe the last part was unreasonable, but something about him just angered you. Well, not him. Just the music part. Why did he even need to play music so late? Why was he always out smoking late at night and why did he never have a shirt on?

You laid on your back in your bed with your pillow over your head. It was midnight and he started the music earlier than normal. You threw the pillow off your head and stormed onto your balcony in your shirt, forgetting to put your sweatpants on before you threw the door open.

"Again?" You snapped. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Togliersi dai coglioni." He muttered under his breath. What language even was that? You walked to the railing between the two balconies and planted your hands on it angrily.

"Why do you do this every night?" You snapped. He stepped away from you, staring out over the city and shrugging, taking another puff from his cigarette.

"Why do you make it a point to come yell at me every night?" She asked. You felt heat rising in your cheeks and leaned back with folded arms. He turned to look at you, looking down at your bare thighs and smirked.

"And you talk about me not wearing a shirt." He mumbled to himself with a sly smile as he lifted his cigarette to his mouth. Your face went hot and you stuttered.

"Yeah, I hear it. The walls are kinda thin here." He said. You walked back into your apartment and slamming the door. How could you win against someone who just didn't seem to care?

***

"Come on," You muttered as you turned the key in your old Honda Civic. You'd had the car for years and it never had an issue. Well until how it had never had an issue. The engine wouldn't even try to chug to life. It just clicked over and over. You rested your head forward on the steering wheel and sighed.

There was a sudden knock on your window and you jumped. You turned to see your neighbor. The annoying one, standing outside of your car. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a tight white T-shirt with an orange hi-visibility vest slung over his shoulder and a motorcycle helmet under his arm wearing a pair of fingerless gloves. He was surprisingly handsome during the day, you realized. He lifted his hand and placed his cigarette between his lips, shoving his hand in the pocket of his jeans as he looked at the hood of your car. You tentatively opened the door and stepped out.

"Car trouble?" He asked around the cigarette in his mouth with a tilted head. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Obviously." You snapped. He shook his head, his teal hair bouncing around his ears.

"Hey don't bite, I just wanted to help." He said, holding his hand up with his palm towards you. You looked down at the ground and he scuffed the toe of his brown work boot against the ground.

"The engine won't even turn over." You muttered to the ground. He nodded his head and dropped his cigarette on the ground, crushing it under his boot and laying his vest on the top of your car, setting the helmet on top of it and pulling his gloves off.

"Pop the hood and try turning the key." He said, wiping his palms on his jeans before pulling out his phone and calling someone. You climbed in the car and pulled the lever to pop the hood on your car. He lifted the hood, holding it up and examining the engine as you turned the key. There was a faint clicking noise and you sighed. He walked around the side of the car and leaned against the side of it.

"Your starters bad, it's pretty common." He said matter-of-factly. You paused.

"Alright, what do I do?" You asked him. He sucked his teeth and worked his jaw as he thought for a moment.

"Well you can't jump it because it isn't the battery, so you'd have to have it towed to a shop." He said. You sighed, that sounded expensive. "And parts and labor for it is gonna be at around, uh, 600 dollars?" He posed it as a question rather than a statement. Why did this have to happen now?

"600 dollars?" You asked. He nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets. You rested your head on the steering wheel and let out a groan.

"Or," He started, "I make a few calls and find you a new starter motor and install it." He suggested with a shrug. You lifted your head and looked at him with narrowed eyes. He brushed his hair back behind his ears, staring off into space waiting for your response.

"Why?" You asked. That was your real question. Why had he even stopped to help, why was he willing to miss work to fix your car, why was he willing to put in the labor and time when you'd been an ass to him? He shrugged again and scratched at the stubble on his cheek.

"Labor costs are the most expensive. I can get that motor for about 150 or so." He said. You turned so you were sitting sideways in your car so your feet were resting on the ground next to him.

"Alright, if you're willing to." You said. He nodded and stood straight, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes.

"I need to see if someone can get me a ride to work," You muttered, pulling out your own phone and scrolling through your contacts to see if there was someone you could call. He sighed and reached up, grabbing the helmet from on top of your car and offering it to you. You looked at him and hesitated.

"Do you want a ride to work?" He asked. You tilted your head. First he was going to fix your car, now he was offering you a ride to work?

"Ok what are you going to get out of all of this?" You asked, gesturing to the helmet and the hood of your car. He huffed, blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"I'm just trying to be nice." He said as his shoulder slumped and he shoved his free hand in the pocket of his jeans. "I'm not just the ass who plays music late at night, y'know."

You slowly took the helmet from him and climbed out of your car, grabbing your purse and closing the door behind you. You locked the door and turned to face him. He grabbed his vest from the top of your car and walked towards the black motorcycle parked a few spots away.

"Wait this is yours?" You asked. It was nice, nicer than you had expected to see from him. He turned to you and nodded. He fussed with it for a moment and lifted the seat, stuffing his vest in the small storage compartment. He reached for your bag and you hesitated before handing it to him. He carefully arranged it in the compartment so the seat would lower.

He closed the seat and reached into his pocket, fishing out his keys before swinging his leg over to straddle the bike. He sat back on the seat, putting the keys in the ignition before turning to you and nodding towards the back half of the seat. You stepped forward, trying to figure out the best way to get on. He took the helmet from you and you shuffled your feet.

"Alright put your hand on my shoulder to keep your balance," He said. You narrowed your eyes at him. "It's the easiest way to get on I promise." He chuckled. You relented and rested your hand on his shoulder. He was warm to the touch and he stayed as still as possible as you leaned against him to swing your leg over the back of the bike. You settled onto the seat, pulling your feet up and setting them on the footrests at the back.

He reached back and handed you the helmet. You slipped it on over your head and squinted to see through the tinted visor. It surprisingly didn't smell of smoke. Well, not as strongly as you expected at least. It smelled clean, like shampoo. It was nice. He shook his hair out and turned the key to start the motor and you felt it rumble to life under you. You jumped and gripped his shoulders and he chuckled.

"So where am I going?" He asked. You told him the address and he kicked the kickstand up, walking the bike backwards out of the parking spot before twisting his wrist. The bike rumbled and he lifted his feet from the ground. You jumped and squeezed his shoulders again. He stopped the bike before pulling out of the parking lot, setting one foot on the ground and turning to you.

"I promise you're going to want a better grip than that." He said, nodding his head towards where your hands rested on his broad shoulders. You shook your head and he shrugged as if to say 'suit yourself' before he turned back to the road, lifting his foot again and pulling out into the busy traffic. You were fine on the smaller roads, until he pulled onto the freeway.

The bike accelerated faster than you'd expected it to, and the way he wove through traffic made your stomach flutter. You had a death grip on his shoulders until he had to swerve into another lane to avoid a truck that cut into his lane. You jumped and wrapped your arms around his waist, gripping his belt tightly and squeezing your eyes shut as you rested the helmet against his back. You felt his chuckle reverberate through his chest and scowled.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" He asked when he stopped the bike in front of your work. You pulled the helmet off and handed it to him as you climbed off the bike. Your legs had turned to jelly during the ride and you had to grab his shoulder again to keep from falling. He put the kickstand down and swung his leg back over the bike to lift the seat and hand you your purse. You fished your keys out, pulling your car key off the ring and handing it to him.

"I didn't die." You said flatly. He rolled his eyes and lowered the seat. He pulled a carpenters pencil out of his pocket and then his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out an old receipt and scribbling something on the back of it. He handed it to you before tucking the pencil back in his pocket.

"Alright, if you can't get a ride home call me and I'll come get you." He said. You accepted the paper and glanced at the name and number. Garcello, that was his name. His handwriting was surprisingly neat, even if he pressed a bit hard into the paper. You nodded and he put the helmet on over his head, climbing back onto the bike and pulling back out into traffic.

***

You were laughing as your friend pulled into the parking lot for the apartment complex. You glanced to the corner where you'd parked to see Garcello leaning into the engine bay. She pulled around to park near your car, glancing at Garcello as he stood straight and wiped his hands on the towel looped around his belt. he had taken his shirt off, as usual, but it was hot out and you didn't blame him.

"Who is that hunk of man?" Your friend asked, leaning over to look out your window to get a better look at him. You shoved her shoulder playfully and scowled.

"That's the neighbor who keeps playing music at 3 in the morning." You said. She raised her eyebrows as Garcello twisted and stretched. You noticed the tattoo on his chest for the first time. You rolled your eyes at her.

"The one you always yell at?" She asked. You nodded as you picked up your purse off the floor.

"And now he's fixing your car for you?" She said. You nodded again and she whistled.

"Imagine what he'd do if you were actually nice to him." She said. You dropped your purse in your lap and looked at her exasperatedly. You thanked her for the ride and opened the door, climbing out of the car. Garcello turned to look at you and smiled around the cigarette in his mouth.

You finally got a good opportunity to look at him, to really look at him without the harsh shadows of night on his face. He was handsome, with a 5 o'clock shadow that defined his jawline. His teal hair framed his face and complimented his honey gold eyes nicely. He had broad shoulders and a wide chest. He had a bit of a dad bod, but it looked good on him. His jeans were tight on him and you worried the seam would burst when he leaned against your car and pulled his knee up to take some of the weight off that leg.

"Hey, I got the starter fixed." He said, nodding his head towards the car. You glanced into the engine bay. You knew very little about cars other than checking the oil levels and refilling the wiper fluid. Garcello turned and rested his hands on the edge of the car, pointing to everything in the bay as he spoke.

"I checked and it starts, I did an oil change on it because it wasn't looking too hot." He said, pointing to the dip stick.

"I also replaced the air filter because it was overdue. I also checked the belts and the alternator and everything because usually when one thing breaks all the rest goes out too." He said, standing straight again. You blinked in surprise.

"I, thanks." You said, turning to look at him. He pulled your car key from his pocket and handed it to you. You wound the key back onto your key ring. Garcello grabbed his shirt from where it was draped over the hood and slung it over his shoulder. You glanced down at the tattoo on his chest and furrowed your brows. He noticed and took his cigarette from his mouth.

"You are my sunshine in Italian." He said, tapping the tattoo. You nodded.

"Are you Italian?" You asked. He didn't have an accent, but Garcello was a very Italian name now that you thought about it.

"By blood but I wasn't born there." He said as he lowered the hood of your car. He dropped it the last few inches and you heard the latch click shut. He pulled his T-shirt back on and you reached into your purse to pull out the water bottle you'd gotten for him.

"Here." You said. He took it and nodded his head in thanks, unscrewing the cap and chugging the bottle. Some of it dripped down his chin and onto his shirt as he chugged it. He dumped the last little bit onto his hand and pushed his hair back from his face. You felt heat rising in your cheeks again, there was just somehting about him.

"So what do I owe you?" You asked, pulling out your phone so you could either venmo him or make a note to get cash tomorrow for him. He shook his head as he screwed the cap back onto the empty water bottle and grabbed the tool bag that was sitting on the ground next to his feet.

"Nothing, you're good." He said, walking back towards the apartment complex. You followed him as he walked into the lobby and towards the stairs.

"I have to owe you something." You said. "You said that the replacement would cost like 600 dollars at a shop and you did that and more." You said, trying to reason with him. He just shrugged and continued walking up the stairs to the fifth floor.

"Like I said you're good." He took the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke.

"At least let me pay you for the parts, you missed work to fix my car Garcello." You said. He paused and smirked before continuing the trek up the steps.

"Listen, you don't owe me anything. Consider it an apology for the music." He shrugged his shoulders as he pushed open the door to the fifth floor. He held it open for you and you walked past him into the hall.

"Then I need to apologize for being an ass about the music." You said. He let the door shut and took a breath through his nose, blowing out through his mouth.

"Ok tell you what," He took a drag from his cigarette, "how about I make you dinner tomorrow and I'll consider that an apology."

"How is you making me dinner me apologizing?" You asked as the two of you stopped in front of your apartment doors. He dug his keys out of his pocket and shrugged.

"I just want to spend time with you, if you're alright with that." He said, suddenly seeming shy as his cheeks glowed a light pink under the few grease smudges on his face. You felt heat rising in your own cheeks and prayed he wouldn't notice how you shifted your weight.

"I, sure." You said. He grinned around the cigarette and you jumped in. "But, let's go out, and I'm paying for it." He shrugged and chuckled.

"If you insist." He opened the door to his apartment and paused before walking inside.

"I'm gonna take a shower, but, text me and we'll figure it out ok?" He suggested. You nodded and smiled, unlocking your own door walking inside. You immediately pulled your phone from your bag along with the receipt he'd written his number on.

"Hey Garcello, it's (y/n)."

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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

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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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Do you have any headcanons for Garcello?💙

Oh dear anon do I ever! (A reminder these are just my own headcanons. I occasionally sprinkle them into my stories as well though!)

- Garcello's mother was a first generation immigrant from Italy! She taught him how to cook and it's something he loves to do.

- Also, if he's startled, hurt, or angry (Which is rare because he's very patient) he goes off in Italian.

- He has the lyrics to the first line of "You are my Sunshine" tattooed on his chest in Italian because his mother used to sing it to him when he was little.

- He never knew who his father was, and he has no other relatives. So when his mom died when he was 13 he went into foster care where he met Annie!

- His mom died of an overdose and for about a year before she died nobody had touched him so he is very touch starved. - He's actually in therapy to work through his neglect because he didn't go during his teen years

- He started smoking the same type of cigarettes as his mom did when he was 16 because it reminded him of her.

- Garcello loves little kids and wants to be a dad so badly

These are just a few of my own headcanons! But if anybody wants to see the others I’m happy to share them 😊

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Garcello Masterlist: Let-Love-Run-Red

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⚠️ - Content Warning | 💭 - Headcanons | 💙 - male reader | 🖤 - gender Neutral reader | 🥤 - Garcello & Annie

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Fluff Alphabet

NSFW Alphabet

Garcello Headcanons 💭

Garcello Headcanons cont. 💭

Quarantining with Garcello 💭🖤

Garcello with a bilingual s/o 💭🖤

Reader w/ a heavy smoking addiction too 💭🖤

Garcello w/ a shy S/O 💭🖤

Watching Luca with Garcello 💭🖤

Garcello w/ an emotional S/O 💭🖤

Garcello w/ a forgetful S/O 💭🖤

Garcello w/ a touchstarved S/O 💭🖤

Garcello w/ his pregnant S/O 💭

Dad Garcello with his daughter 💭

Garcello with a son 💭

Garcello w/ a ghost child 💭

Annie teaching Garcello to howl 💭🥤

Annie finding Garcello after he’s faded 🥤

Annie 🥤

Read it to me 🥤

Protection ⚠️🥤

Broken but Healing ⚠️🥤

Nervous about you meeting Annie 💙🥤

Touch Me ⚠️

Love Me ⚠️ (Written as a continuation of Touch Me)

Cara Mia ⚠️

Siren Song 🖤

White Wedding

Werewolf

Naga!Garcello

Take It Slow

Wanna Join?

Runaway

Baby It’s cold Outside

Breakfast

Golden Father

Ghost

Three Hearts

Instinct

Shotgun Kiss

Something About Him

Human

A Woman's Love

Series

The Light Within Masterlist

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Hihi! Didn't see any sign of requests being closed (for Garcello) but if they are feel free to ignore this! Could I maybe get some bestfriend head cannons and his friend (reader) also has a heavy smoking addiction? Please and thank you! Reader can have any pronouns btw! Have a good day hun <33

Requests aren't closed love, so no worries!

- You asked him for a cigarette when you saw him leaning against the fence smoking. You had a pack in your pocket, but he didn't know that.

- He wordlessly offered you one and you lit it yourself. The two of you smoked in silence for a bit, until he pointed out the outline of the cigarette pack in your front pocket.

-After that you both decided to keep in touch, and became fast friends.

- The two of you just like to hang out and smoke, sometimes on a park bench outside, sometimes in one of your apartments, sometimes you just walk around the city and talk while smoking.

- Garcello often says you should slow down on your smoking habit because it isn't good for you and you have to remind him that he' should slow down too.

- sometimes you talk about what your relationship would be like if either of you smoked, because it had become such a huge part of your time spent together, and you figure you probably wouldn't have even met

- You went a few days without seeing him once, which was strange because you usually talked every day and tried to see each other regularly.

- you were getting worried and walked around the city, checking all of his usual haunts looking for him and still couldn't find him anywhere.

- you ended up going back to your apartment after trying to call him again, only to see him sitting on your couch.

- Well, sort of him

- He was green and hazy like smoke, and he smelled more strongly of cigarettes than ever.

- The first thing you did was run to hug him, and he laughed and hugged you back.

- So, as it turned out, he was dead. And now a ghost because he lost a rap battle with someone in an alley a few day ago? And now he's tied to you because you were the thing that kept him alive in life

- Having your ghost best friend as your roommate is cool, but he does try to convince you to stop smoking even more now because that's what did him in.

- But you tell him he isn't allowed to talk because he is constantly smoking ghost cigarettes

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Imagine watching Luca with our favorite Italian teddy bear, Garcello 😌💖

Babe I am soft? Also I feel like Garcello is very similar to this when watching movies

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- Garcello is a commenter when it comes to watching movies at home. He can't stop himself from little quips and remarks about the movies.

- Garcello didn't really ever get into cartoons during his childhood so he isn't big on Disney movies, but when you beg him to watch Luca with you he relents because he loves you.

- You don't give him any synopsis of the movie at all, just that you really want to watch it with him, and it's set in Italy which catches his attention.

- He tries to follow the plot as much as he can, but he isn't as interested, until Alberto is introduced.

- He laughs for a solid three minutes when Alberto introduces himself and says his phrase in Italian. You had to pause the movie until he calmed down.

- When you ask why he's laughing so hard he has to take a deep breath to calm himself.

- "He just said 'nice to meet you my name is twisty trombone." He manages to explain before laughing again.

- After that he pays more attention. He translates everything they say in Italian for you.

- "Wait did you want me to watch this because Alberto has abandonment issues?" He's now sitting cross legged on the couch fully immersed.

- "Oh so they're gay." He says during the scene where Luca first has the dream of touching the giant fish. He's correct.

- The rest of the movie is full of little comments he makes and his laughter.

- He's glad there's a bit more queer representation in kids movies now, even if it isn't said outright.

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Golden Father

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It was one of the rare mornings you got to wake up naturally, without an alarm clock ringing or your boyfriend waking up first. You opened your eyes with a yawn. Garcello was asleep with his back to you and the covers pushed down to his waist. His hair was messy and splayed across the pillow. You listened to his snores and smiled. There was nobody you would rather wake up next to.

The door to your room swung open and you heard a set of scampering feet run into the room giggling. You sat up quickly, holding out your hand and leaning over in a futile attempt to keep the young boy from jumping onto the bed. He landed on Garcello's side and Garcello let out a muffled groan.

"Adrien." You said firmly. He smiled and laid down in front of his father and tucked his head under Garcello's chin. Garcello looped his arm around the small boy and pulled him closer to his chest while he cleared his throat.

"He's alright." Garcello said. His voice was gruff from sleep. He rolled over, pulling his son with him and dropping him on the bed between the two of you.

Six years ago your son had been born at 1 in the morning on a Tuesday. You hadn't been due for another 10 weeks so when you woke Garcello up to tell him your water broke he was panicked. He had chewed through a straw on the way to the hospital. He had stopped smoking around you when you told him you were pregnant and stopped smoking when Adrien was a baby, but once he weas old enough he picked it up again. Adrien had been in the hospital in the NICU until his original due date. Garcello was understandably protective of his son.

"How many times have we said don't jump on dad?" You said. Adrien smiled and giggled and Garcello scooped him against his chest. He growled playfully and pretended to bite Adrien's cheeks while he laughed, pushing against his arms.

"Dad!" Adrien said as Garcello squeezed him. Garcello let out a deep laugh and let him go. Adrien, stayed pressed against Garcello's chest. Adrien had always been preferred his father, and Garcello adored it. He loved it when Adrien would climb into his lap in the evenings to watch a movie and fall asleep on his chest. He had always wanted to be a dad.

Adrien curled up against Garcello's chest, tucking his head under Garcello's chin and holding a fist full of Garcello's white T-shirt. Garcello rested his hand on Adrien's back, rubbing it gently. He reached up and smoothed down Adrien's dark hair, the same color as Garcello's natural hair. Adrien snuggled closer against his father and Garcello smiled.

"Mommy what are we doing today?" Adrien asked, peering at you over Garcello's forearm. You sat up slightly and held yourself up with your elbow, looking to Garcello. He was holding Adrien contentedly with his eyes shut as he slowly fell back asleep.

"Oh I don't think we'll do much." You said. Adrien huffed.

"It's not a special day or anything." You said with a sly smile. Garcello raised an eyebrow and cracked one eye open as Adrien stirred against his chest with a small whine.

"Momma," Adrien said, holding Garcello's arm.

"What baby?" You said, still smiling.

"Mom it is a special day!" He said, laying across you. You let out a small huff.

"Oh? What day is it? Saturday?" You asked, looking at him.

"It is Saturday but it's my birthday!" Adrien exclaimed. You smiled down at him.

"No you had one last year." You said. "You turned five, Dad took you to the pool." You said. You remembered that day vividly. Garcello had walked in the door an hour after the pool closed with his son sleeping in his arms, the pool bag slung over his shoulder, both towels around his neck and the worst sunburn he'd ever gotten. But he was smiling the entire time he put his son to bed and told you all about the fun they had at the pool while you slathered him in aloe.

"I get a birthday every year mom." Adrien piped up.

"No that doesn't seem fair." Garcello said. Adrien twisted his head to look up at Garcello and reached up to tug on a lock of Garcello's teal hair.

"It is fair dad." He said. Garcello kissed his sons forehead and Adrien smiled softly.

"Hm, I'm not sure," You said as you ruffled Adrien's hair. "What do you want to do today bud?" You asked.

"Waffles!" Adrien cried, sitting up quickly and headbutting Garcello in the nose. Garcello rolled backwards, bringing his hand to his face with a groan. Adrien turned around and pressed his palms flat on Garcello's chest.

"I'm sorry dad!" He said, trying to pull Garcello's hand away from his face. Garcello set his opposite hand on Adrien's head and chuckled.

"I know bud you're alright." He said. Adrien laid his head on Garcello's chest and you chuckled.

"Should we make some waffles then boys?" You asked. They both nodded and you stood up, grabbing one of Garcello's T-shirts from the dresser to put on over your tank top. Adrien rolled off the bed and landed on the ground with a thump. Garcello swung his legs over the side to stand and stretch.

"Come on buddy." He said, reaching down to Adrien's level. Adrien took Garcello's hand and Garcello lifted him off the floor to set him on his feet.

***

You opened the door and Garcello walked through it holding Adrien in his arms. He had fallen asleep in the car on the way home from the amusement park and wouldn't wake up long enough to walk into the house. You tried to wake him up, you knew it hurt Garcello's back to carry him, but he had insisted.

"Babe it's alright, I got him." He said when you reached to take Adrien from him. He carried him to his room and set Adrien in his bed. He grabbed his pajamas, waking him gently and helping him get ready for bed before tucking him in. You followed behind Garcello, kissing Adrien on his forehead before closing his door and walking to your bedroom.

Garcello was sitting on the bed in just his boxers, one hand on his chest while he stretched his shoulder. He pulled his shoulders back to stretch his chest and grimaced before letting out a cough. He still smoked sometimes, but he limited it to outside when his son wasn't around.

"Are you alright?" You asked He sighed and nodded, standing up to hug you. He had developed a bit of a dad bod since the Adrien was born. He didn't have as much time to work out and as he cut back on smoking his appetite returned. He hated, it, he always said he needed to get back in shape, but you loved it. You loved him no matter what he looked like, no matter what shape he was in. You rubbed his back and pressed a kiss to his bare chest.

"You're a good dad." You said. He huffed and you looked up at him.

"You are Garcello. Adrien adores you." You said. His dad wasn't in the picture, he had never had a father figure and always panicked that he would have no idea how to raise his son. But he had excelled from day one. Watching him walk around the park today with Adrien sitting high on his shoulders had done something to you.

"Maybe we should have another one?" You suggested, kissing Garcello's shoulder. He chuckled and looked down at you. He wouldn't ever refuse the process that it took to have a baby, but he could barely keep up with Adrien when he was born. His chest got tight if he played too rough, or chased him too long.

"We could, or." He rested his hands on your hips and the two of you slowly swayed with each other.

"We could get married?" He suggested. You tilted your head and stopped swaying. He swallowed heavily.

"Garcello," You paused, "are you, proposing?" He cleared his throat, walking over to his night stand and opening the drawer. He pulled out a small velvet box and played with it in his hands as he walked towards you. He got down on one knee and held the box in front of it, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

"Marry me?" He asked simply. You smiled, resting your hand on his cheek.

"Of course, you have to ask?" You said, tears welling in your eyes as Garcello took the ring from the box and sliding it onto your finger. It fit perfectly. You loved the feel of it on your finger, you loved what it meant.

"I have something for you too." You said, rushing to your own night stand and pulling out a small wooden box. You opened it and showed it to Garcello to reveal a silver tungsten band with a thin teal line down the center and the words "Garcello my beloved" engraved on the inside. He took it with a wide smile and examined it.

"Is this an engagement ring?" He asked with a lopsided grin. You felt the heat rising in your cheeks and nodded.

"It is, I just didn't know when to bring it up." You said. Garcello slipped the ring onto his finger and held his hand out to admire it.

"I love it." He said before turning to you and taking your hands in his.

"And I love you." He kissed you deeply. "And, we could have another one. I've always loved the thought of having a daughter."

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The house was a mess. You knew it hadn't been inhabited in awhile, but you hadn't expected to need a tobacco cleanup before you even started. The woman you had hired did a good job but even she couldn't get it all out of the paint. The floorboards would need to be replaced, the walls would likely have to be sanded and repainted, and you had no doubt the carpet had to go too.

You turned the sander off, removing your respirator and sliding your headphones off your head to take a break. You walked into the kitchen area, opening the fridge. You shuddered as a cold chill ran down your spine and you looked around. Your mother would say someone just walked over your grave, but you weren't the superstitious type. You chalked it up to standing in front of the fridge after working up a sweat.

You pulled the sandwich out of the fridge and shut it, thankful the new owners had agreed to turn the power on. You sat down on an unopened five gallon bucket of paint and dug into your lunch. You looked around the house. You had pulled down the blinds and curtains to let the light into the small space. It was nice, homey. You wondered how it ended up abandoned.

You continued to work on the walls for the next few weeks until the house was repainted. Hopefully that would erase the lingering smell of cigarettes. The previous owner was obviously a heavy smoker. Maybe that's the reason it was abandoned, they finally had one too many.

You were going to start work on the floorboards today. There was no way you could just refinish them, years of neglect and tobacco had worked it's way into the wood. You had measured the rooms that needed it and ordered the replacements, now just came the process of tearing it out. But, the house seemed angry.

You smelled cigarettes more often now. But you figured it was because of the floorboards. You heard thuds from somewhere within the house, but you figured it was just the wind messing with the attic vents. You got cold chills often but chalked that up to the newly fixed air conditioner that hadn't been calibrated yet.

You finally had enough when a violent chill ripped through you one day as you were trying to rip up one particularly stubborn floorboard. You hooked the claw of your hammer under it and pulled upwards, splintering the wood. This board had been held in with twice as many nails, that were twice as large as normal flooring nails.

"Alright listen house ghost if you're upset then come deal with me yourself. But stop giving me problems!" You shouted to nothing, feeling silly. But shouting at this "house ghost" was a decent outlet for your frustrations at this remodel. You turned to pull the rest of the floorboard up, spotting something tucked within the floor joints. You reached for it, feeling your shirt sleeve snag on one of the nails as you pulled it out. You examined the hole in your sleeve before turning your attention to the item in your hand.

"Put it back." You heard a deep voice growl. You jumped, gripping the small box tighter as you looked up. There, sitting on one of the piles of ripped up floorboards was a tall man with a mysterious green glow around him. He was holding a lit cigarette in his hands. You sat back as your chest heaved.

"How the hell did you get in here?" You snapped. You had locked all the doors and the windows while you worked. There was no way he could get into the house without you knowing, the new owners hadn't even picked up their keys yet.

"No, how did you get here?" He asked, taking a breath from the cigarette. When he blew out the smoke was green and glowed with a strange light.

"This is my house, what are you doing here?" He asked. You held your hammer as a weapon as you sat back up on your knees.

"Your house? No, this house was just purchased. I know the owners and you're not one of them." You said. The man snorted, taking another puff from the cigarette. You took a moment to examine him. He wore jeans with a white t-shirt and a black jacket. He had a heavy pair of brown work boots on and a brown hat atop his teal hair that cast a shadow over his eyes. He would be handsome, if he wasn't scaring you right now.

"Bullshit." He said.

"Who are you?" You asked. If he was here to hurt you he would have done it already.

"I already told you, I'm the owner." He said.

"No you aren't. Who are you really?" You snapped. You were starting to get tired of him.

"I'm the ghost that had until now tolerated you sanding down my walls and ripping up my floor. But I need you to put that pack of cigarettes back, or we're going to have a problem." He finally said, standing up from the pile of floorboards. His feet made no sound as he walked towards you over the floor joists. He grabbed your wrist and shook your hand to loosen your grip on the small box, that you now realized was an old pack of Marlboro cigarettes. When his hand touched yours you felt a familiar chill shoot down your spine.

You dropped the cigarettes back between the floor joists and he stood over the pack protectively.

"I, ghost?" You asked. He took the cigarette from his mouth and blew more smoke as he nodded.

"Yes, the house ghost that you've been yelling at for the past week. My name is Garcello." He dropped the cigarette in his hand and it faded away before it connected with the ground. You looked up at him and he tilted his head.

"How, what?" You asked.

"I died, and apparently my spirit is tied to that pack of cigarettes. So it needs to stay here." He said, pointing to the pack of cigarettes between his feet.

"So you can stay here?" You asked. He snapped his fingers and another cigarette appeared between his fingers that he gestured to you with before speaking.

"Now she's getting it." He said, taking a drag from the cigarette.

"Why do you want to stay here?" You asked, looking around. It was a nice house but it was small and in a state of disarray.

"It's safe." He said, looking around. You tilted your head.

"Listen I did a lot of shit while I was alive, and for a few minutes before I came back I was in hell. Literal hell. I have no desire to go back." He said, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"Actual hell?"

"Yes, real hell, with satan and the fire and all that." He said. He pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly. It fluffed out for a moment before he pulled the hat back onto his head.

"So those cigarettes need to stay here because if anything happens to them I'm gone for good." He said. You looked at the cigarettes between his feet, then back to him.

"They can't stay here." You said. He let out a low growl and his hair flared out around his head. The glow around him grew a little brighter and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

"Says you? Who even are you?" He hissed.

"I'm the one the owners hired to remodel the house. I can't just leave a pack of cigarettes, that has a ghost tied to it, in the floorboards. I'm pretty sure that violates some contract I had them sign." You explained.

"What are you going to do about it?" He took a step towards you, and although you knew he was trying to intimidate you, there was a hesitancy to it. As though he didn't really want to hurt you.

"Well I'm not going to burn it or anything, if that's what you mean." You said, reaching for the cigarettes. You picked them up and examined them. The pack was worn and faded and there were a few cigarettes missing from the inside. Garcello seemed distressed as you turned the box over.

"Please be careful." He said, holding out his hand.

"You're really nervous for a ghost." You said. He rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"You would be too if the eternal damnation of your soul was being prevented by a pack of cigarettes." He said. You snorted, that was definitely true. You set the cigarettes on the counter next to you and he looked between you and the pack.

"You're just going to leave them out?" He asked. You knelt back down, hooking your hammer under the floorboards again and ripping the next one up.

"I mean for now. If you're so stressed then move them." You said, tearing up another floorboard.

"I can't." He said, standing next to the pack. You looked up to him in confusion. He could obviously touch things, he had grabbed your wrist and been knocking things over.

"Why not?" You asked. He took the cigarette from between his lips and touching the corner of the pack with the tip of his finger. There was a sizzling screaming sound that came from his, skin and the pack of cigarettes. He pulled his hand away to reveal a black spot on the corner of the pack.

"If I try it burns it. I'm not sure why." He said, replacing the cigarette between his lips. You stood from the floor, walking past him and examining the pack.

"Can you just like, put it in a box and bury it in the back yard or something?" He asked, watching as you picked up the pack again.

"It would take a long time to make a box that's watertight so this wouldn't fall apart." You said, setting it back on the counter top. Garcello rested his elbows on the counter and rested his chin in his hands.

"How did it even get under the floor boards if you can't touch it?" You asked.

"I was with people when it happened. They put it under the floor and nailed it back down. For awhile they came to visit but, I guess they got busy." He said. You looked to him to see him working the cigarette around his mouth.

"What if I take this with me when I leave. Will you like combust or something?" You asked, pointing to the cigarettes. He tilted his head.

"No, I'll just go with you." He said. You nodded.

"Well you can't stay here, and I'm not just going to let you burn in hell." You said. He took the cigarette from his mouth and narrowed his eyes at you.

"You're going to take a ghost home." He said. "Like i'm a kitten you found on the street." He finished.

"Well it sounds bad when you put it that way, think of it as a roommate situation." You said. Garcello raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Could be nice. It's been awhile since I've spent time with people." He said.

"Well you can come home with me or, I can drop you somewhere else." You said. Garcello shook his head.

"I don't have anywhere else to be dropped." He said with a chuckle. You picked up the pack of cigarettes, walking around the counter to slide them in the empty pocket of your lunch bag.

"That settles it then. I guess you're coming home with me." You said. Garcello looked at you and cracked a small smile.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"Well hell doesn't sound fun. And maybe I feel kind of bad that you've been stuck her alone for so long." You said, kneeling back on the floor and working to pry up the next floorboard. Garcello knelt next to you silently before placing the cigarette back in his mouth, gripping the floorboard with one hand and ripping it up. You looked at him in surprise and he grinned.

"Lesson one of having a ghost roommate, we're pretty strong." He said with a laugh, pulling the next floorboard up as well. You let out a laugh as he pulled another board out.

"Maybe you should come with me to every job I do." You said with a smile while the two of you worked together to pull up the remaining floorboards.

"Yeah maybe I should." He said, reaching down and gripping one of the leftover nails, pulling it out bare handed.

"It would be nice to see so many things." He looked up at you with a smile.

"So I guess you're just going to live in my lunch bag then?" You asked. He wrinkled his nose.

"I don't live wherever the pack is, I just am tied within a certain distance of it." He said.

"So is it a set distance or you can't like leave the building?" You asked, sitting back on your feet.

"It's kind of a distance. Like I can get halfway out the backyard, and out to the road out front, but I can't cross the street or anything." He said. You nodded.

"So are you tied to a distance from the pack as a whole, or if I took one of the cigarettes could you follow that one specifically?" You asked. Garcello approached you with a handful of bent and broken nails and held out his hand to you. You pointed to the paint can of nails next to the pile of floorboards and he dropped the nails in the can.

"I don't know. I never tried." He said with a shrug.

"I guess we have a lot of experimenting to do then." You said. He paused to look up at you before pulling up another floorboard.

"You're serious about taking me with you?" He asked. You furrowed your brows.

"Yes? What else would I do?" You asked with confusion in your voice.

"Drop it in the first garbage can or puddle you see." He said simply, pulling up a second floorboard.

"I wouldn't do that." You said. You saw Garcello's hair float around his head a bit more as the green glow intensified briefly.

"Why not?"

"I like you. You're nicer than most of the living people I know." You said. The halo around him intensified further and his hair flared around him like a lions mane. You watched as his cheeks blushed a bright pink and you smiled.

"Sorry, it's been awhile since someone said they liked me." He said.

"Can I try something?" You asked. He turned to you and nodded before taking the cigarette from between his lips. You leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. His lips were soft and warm. You pulled back and had to squint to see him through the green light. His hair was standing on end and his eyes were glowing green. He pressed his hands to his face to hide his blush and you had to hold back a giggle as his hat started to float off his head.

"Fuck I didn't know that happened." He said. You let out a laugh.

"It looks like we both have a lot to learn about ghosts."

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