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neoameba · 4 months

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On nights of mourning.

Gojo Satoru x Male! Reader

A/N: It's time for me to finally honor my profile picture and do a story about Satoru~ At first, I hadn't thought anything about Satoru, but this idea is just too cute to not to write it. Plus, I've wanted to use this song in a story for a while now.

Warnings: Angst to comfort/fluffy. Gojo and Geto's relationship can be platonic or romantic, depending on the interpretation. Nightmares and crying are mentioned several times. Can be read as ftm! reader.

Summary: A year has passed since Satoru's best friend passed away. He never got over it, however. He pretended to be happy, he pretended not to care, but only [Name] knew what really happened when he was alone. Tears of despair and pain, nightmares and an empty, hollow shell was slowly formed.

It's not that [Name] doesn't care about his pain, it's obvious that he do. But [Name] hasn't slept in days. Satoru moves a lot in bed due to his nightmares, disturbing anyone's night's sleep. He also calls out to his best friend in his nightmares in the most painful way possible, making [Name]'s heart clench and ache, he hates seeing his boyfriend in so much pain. What hurts the most is that Satoru never wants to talk about it "so as not to ruin the mood". This hurts, both [Name] and Satoru.

It was night. 3:30 am to be more specific. It was impossible to sleep next to Satoru, especially now that he was having constant nightmares. His tearful voice gives anguish to anyone who listens.

[Name] hugs him from behind, but it doesn't help. The boy also tries to wake him up, but Satoru doesn't wake up. He tries everything, even swinging him, but nothing works. Finally, he gives up, he has exhausted himself too much. He hates doing this, but decides to grab a pillow, a sheet and go to the living room couch.

He doesn't want to abandon his boyfriend in that situation, but [Name] deserves to have a rest after days without sleep. He feels like a monster doing this, and maybe he really is, but he's at the peak of his exhaustion.

It doesn't take long and Satoru wakes up at around 5 am, finding an empty spot where [Name] was sleeping. It's like a storm inside his mind as memories of that day engulf him. Suguru's last words and the sad fact that he could never hear or see them again brings tears to his eyes.

Slowly sitting up, feeling empty yet agonising pain filling him instead. He feels so guilty for troubling [Name] just because he is dealing with this issue in such a selfish manner (even though he may not be being selfish). Deciding it's time to face reality, Satoru slowly gets out of bed, dressing properly and walks towards the living room couch.

The mind that everyone said was perfect now seemed broken and dazed. He looks so tired and worn out. He walked around the house slowly, keeping a silent pace. He only wore sweatpants to sleep, and for the first time, it seemed to bother him slightly because of the cold.

Arriving in the living room, he is faced with the sight of his lover sleeping on the couch. It didn't look uncomfortable, but Satoru was sure that wasn't where [Name] wanted to be.

The older boy lies down on top of the younger, sleeping boy. Maybe he was really being selfish, but he didn't want to be without the comfort his boyfriend gives him. Satoru wraps his arms around him, and even without being covered, he tries to sleep. All of this was done delicately, as he didn't want to wake [Name].

Satoru's heartbeats gradually calm down and he starts breathing normally. He feels his boyfriend in his arms, it was like having a warm blanket around him that keeps away all the negative emotions and feelings for a moment. His eyes slowly start closing, with thoughts of Suguru Geto fading away but not forgotten. The morning sun seeps inside through the window, shining gently on their face. As Satoru's conscious drifts off to sleep, he knows this isn't a solution to deal with his inner pain – however short-lived happiness they could find by holding each other brings some comfort during these lonely nights.

This is how they manage to deal with everything that happened. Talking about wouldn't help, all they need is peace, quiet and calm. Although almost no one believes that Gojo Satoru can have negative feelings and can even show them, [Name] understands him like no one else.

#jujutsu kaisen #male reader #jjk #ftm reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #SoundCloud #Spotify

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angel-gone-south · 8 months

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Stan’s Gang, Craig’s Gang, Scott M., Girls, Pip, Damien, Gregory, Christophe, and Gary x GN!Reader: Comfort

For those of you going through something. High school implied. Trying out something, lemme know what you think

listened to: snap out of it - arctic monkeys, no surprises - radiohead, all’s well that ends - rainbow kitten surprise, ykwim? - yot club, birdbath - gezebelle gaburgably, meteor shower - cavetown

CW: Drug/alc ment, abuse ment, cigarettes

Stan Marsh

When you showed up at his window sobbing, three in the morning, well… he knew it wasn’t good. He hauled you in, immediately embracing you in a hug. Despite the smell of pot and alcohol mixing with his cologne, you held him as tight as you could. You couldn’t be bothered to care as you buried your snotty, tear-soaked face into his wide shoulders. He hushed you and lifted you easily by your thighs. Your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed, setting you down and soothing you while he went to shut the window. The football player laid down, pulling you on top of him so he could play with your hair and rub your back.

You didn’t need to say anything for him to hold you.

Kyle Broflovski

He’s like his mother. His first instinct was to fix it, make the problem go away so you could stop crying. But as he went to spitball ideas with his friends, you grabbed him by the sleeve. His head turned to you and his heart broke at your expression. He knew you were desperate, and he got it. Finally, he understood what you wanted from him. Comfort. So, he picked you up, right there in the hallway. He took you outside, on the school’s front steps where nobody was during lunch. He set you in his lap, and buried his face in your shoulder, whispering the sweetest of everythings in your ear.

He couldn’t stand seeing you so sad.

Kenny McCormick

You’d brushed him off all day, which was extremely unlike you. His every attempt at catching your attention fell flat, and you were out of it. When he pulled you into the janitor’s closet (something far too usual for the two of you), he saw how dull your eyes were. He pulled down his parka hood and unzipped it, draping it over your smaller form. When you looked up at him his rough hands were instantly cupping your face with the gentlest of touches. He murmured softly, bringing your foreheads to touch as his hands slid down your arms and held your waist. He pressed soft kisses along the bridge of your nose, up to your forehead and scalp where he silently left millions.

He would do anything to let you know you were loved.

Eric Cartman

Eric was never a sappy, comforting guy. Especially when he was woken up at eight in the morning on a lazy Sunday. But when he saw your trembling form on his porch once he escaped from his yawn, he immediately stepped aside to allow you access to his home. The place (and he) smelled of cinnamon as he picked you up princess style to bring you to his large, soft mattress. He cradled your head in his chest, the soft sunlight from his blinds spilling over the two of you. He tugged a blanket up, fingers coming soothingly through your hair. The two of you laid there for a bit before drifting off.

The world and your problems could wait.

Butters Stotch

Butters was sure he would get his ass thoroughly beat for this. But he was completely sure it wouldn’t matter to him. He had to know you were safe. He ran across the neighborhood, hopping your backyard fence and scrambling up your treehouse’s ladder that was beginning to dampen with dew. He panted as he practically tackled you, and you clung to him. You’d sounded so distressed on the phone it’d made his core ache. He managed to coax you from the cold into the warmth of your bed. When he went to go, your hand softly gripped his wrist and you whimpered: a plea for him to stay. He sighed and smiled, kicking off his muddy shoes and climbing in to spoon you. He knew he’d be grounded when his mom found his bed empty.

But he would take the worst punishment for you.

Craig Tucker

Craig had a hard time reading folks. Being on the spectrum made recognizing subtle changes in mood almost mute to him. Clearly, though, you hadn’t been yourself lately, given that even he’d picked up on it. He sighed, his normally silent nature almost suffocating when mixed with your quiet contemplation. He held your waist softly, making you jump. He just used his other hand to lay your head on his shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for a long time. It became routine. Ever since, whenever you’d been down, Craig just opened his arms.

Normally he wasn’t touchy, but for you, he’d make any exception.

Tweek Tweak

He panicked when he heard the knock at his door after dinner one night. He calmed a bit when he saw it was you, but his heartbeat spiked right back up when he saw the fat tears rolling down your cheeks. He ushered you inside quickly and sat you on the couch. He swallowed dryly, not saying a word as he clamored around his kitchen to make you a warm beverage. When he was done and sipping his own coffee, motor tics finally subsiding, he sat with you. You spoke softly into the early morning.

He would always be there to calm your aching heart.

Clyde Donovan

Clyde was never the brightest. But he was emotionally intelligent. It was easy for him to tell when you needed him. He very kindly invited you over to his one weekend. You nearly broke down in sobs when you got there- he’d made a giant blanket fort, set out tons of snacks, lit candles and put your favorite movie on, ready to play. He dragged you into a bear hug, and didn’t let you go until your sobbing stopped. You had a grin on your face the whole night, so wide it made your cheeks hurt. The two of you fell asleep in each other’s warmth.

You couldn’t fathom why you hadn’t told him sooner.

Jimmy Valmer

Jimmy wasn’t quite used to feelings other than joy, or sometimes anger, given those were the two most common responses to his comedy. He was unsure how to handle your tears when you broke down at a sleepover with him. He shuffled himself on the bed, back against his headboard, and pat his lap. You obliged, albeit somewhat embarrassed, and he rubbed your sides and listened to your rambles. Surprisingly, the comedian gave great advice- and even better snuggles.

He loved your smile far more than your frown.

Tolkien Black

Tolkien invited you over when you expressed your discomfort at being alone for the night. You marveled briefly at his large house, despite having been in it before. He shot you a soft smile, and your heart began to hurt. You felt as though you could be yourself here, messy emotions and all. When you started bawling, he picked you up with ease and sat you on the island countertop whilst he made the two of you sundaes. He made sure to stick close to you the whole night, and when you fell asleep on his couch, he carried you up to his bed and tucked you both in.

Warm company and ice cream is such a happy thing.

Scott Malkinson

Scott’s dainty hands played in your hair as you lay on his lap. It was a warm day, and given your sorry state lately, Scott brought you to a picnic in his backyard, where the sun was just warm enough when it mingled with the house’s shadows. You sighed happily, feeding yourself a strawberry before offering one to the boy above you. He shuffled a bit, giving you a wide and dopey grin as he took it between his teeth. You both giggled, and Scott filled the following silence with anything he could think of.

Lazy days were the greatest for a pick me up.

Wendy Testaburger

Wendy was, quite like Kyle, a logical person. She was your best friend, level headed and always impressive. You almost envied how in-control she seemed of herself. But when you came to her, upset or crying or angry, inside she was losing it. She held your face in shaky hands, blabbering to you about how adored and wonderful you were. About how she adored every moment, every crumb of time she was ever able to spend with you. You meant the world to her and she would make sure you knew it every time you were sad.

You both tended to ramble- not that the other minded.

Bebe Stevens

Bebe was used to joy, people having fun. Your tears sent her mind spiraling, but she knew this wasn’t about her. This was about you. She led you away from the party, into a bedroom where she sat you on the bed. She kneeled in front of you, laying her head on your knees so you could play in her thick hair. She relented eventually, standing and pulling you to your feet too. She took a deep breath with you, and listened for the booming music downstairs. She held your hands, giggling with a beaming grin as she danced the two of you around the room.

She didn’t mind having a private party with you.

Nichole Daniels

You were far too quiet, lately. Nichole noticed when you were unenthusiastic at the latest DnD game. She grabbed your hand as you went to leave, and sat you down. She braided your hair while you talked out your woes, listening attentively to every detail. She offered advice, giving you a soothing squeeze on the shoulder. As you went to leave, she expressed her admiration for you. She thought you were very brave to speak of your feelings that way. She gave you a kiss on the forehead, and welcomed you to stay back with her any time.

You were delighted as you left that day.

Red McArthur

Typically, your day consisted of talking shit with your favorite girl. When you didn’t show up for school, her immediate instinct was to skip class and head to your house. What she wasn’t expecting was you, huddled on the couch, eating straight from a pint of ice cream. She knocked on the window, and you lazily meandered to let her in. She didn’t say a word, simply walking to sit on the couch and snuggle into you. Sometimes she would sneak the spoon from you, or you would feed her bites. You watched shitty romance movies abound, and fell asleep with the empty tub on the coffee table.

You and her were inseparable.

Heidi Turner

Heidi was known for being the therapist friend. The first time you ever tried to talk to her she internally scoffed and rolled her eyes. But every time you opened your mouth, she found herself entranced with the words you would say. Eventually you soothed her inner turmoils, and she helped you as well. It was a long time, lots of work. Her favorite moment was sitting on a bench in the park, her head on your shoulder and your head on hers, silently stargazing. She felt, in that moment, that she was understood, and she finally had someone to understand in turn.

Birds of a feather will perch together.

Pip Pirrup

Pip is probably the one person who understands inner turmoil the most. When you came to him for anything, he got it. He couldn’t help but to feel selfish, enjoying the times when you were upset and he held you. It made him feel whole, to have someone. Your reliance on him for comfort was no obstacle. He found himself looking forward to any sight of you. You grew close as could be. He was delighted to be your confidant, and you his. You defended him at school and he would defend you from the boogeymen that haunted the nights, protectively coddling you close to his chest.

You needed each other.

Damien Thorn

He tried hard to ignore it, at first. Your pain made him uncomfortable and he couldn’t fathom why. Normally the grumpy Son of Satan reveled in the suffering of the mortal race that so resembled those who cast his father from heaven, but with you it left a pit in his stomach. When you came to him, crying during your free period, he thought he might set the whole school ablaze to find a culprit. Your next move stopped him dead, though. You gripped his shirt, sobbing into his front. He awkwardly raised his hands, one going to rest on your back and the other fiddling in your hair. He’d seen others do the same. It worked like a charm.

He might just learn love, for you.

Gregory (of Yardale)

The Himbo King of Not Paying Attention, Gregory was doing his usual blabber as you sat by the pond, skipping rocks. Your heavy sigh pulled him from his stupor, and he scooted closer. You looked up at him with tired eyes, noticing his silence. He offered you an awkward smile and another rock to skip, his hand lingering when he passed it over. Fuck it, he decided, and held your free hand. A soft smile graced your features as Gregory maneuvered behind you, holding your hips and burying his face in your hair as you leaned back onto his warm chest. He allowed the two of you a long, long moment of peace.

Maybe silence didn’t always need filling.

Christophe “The Mole” DeLorne

There are no comforts in this world. It is cold and uncaring and vile, taking from the good and giving over to the evil. Cynical as ever, Christophe was a bitter boy. The worst thing that God could do, he thought, was make you cry. You were sunshine to him, the reason to be alive, a warmth he had never before known. He held you. No matter your soft, sniffling protests of him smelling like a pack of Marlboros. He was warm, wide and built from all the digging and boxing he did. Any chance he got he would hold you. At lunch, his arms loosely around your waist, you on his lap, his stubble tickling at the back of your neck. At either house, you on top of him, his hands massaging your sides and back, your fingers tracing his eyebags and scars. They were simple pleasures.

You were his world, his forever and always.

Gary Harrison

Despite not knowing you, his chest ached when he saw you at the edge of Stark’s Pond that day. You were sobbing, tears slipping down your soft face and sparkling like little crystals in the afternoon sun. He thought you looked utterly ethereal. His heart pounded as he gathered the courage, sitting next to you. At your furrowed brow and confused pout, he offered a gentle smile and put his arm out. You ducked yourself into his side, a new wave of sobs wracking your frame. He soothingly rubbed your arm, letting you soak the fabric of his shirt with tears.

Sometimes strangers aren’t always that strange.

Full disclosure this took like 3-4 days. Dedicated to my dearest friend. 😇💖

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queenslimeball · 4 months

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I'm home

Sounds like a dream part 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Contents; angst, fluff, mother!reader, dad!gator

Summary; After finding out about his son, Gator can't deal with prison life. So he takes matters into his own hands.

Even with good behaviour, Gator isn't getting out of prison any time soon. He'd very much like to. Not for selfish reasons like they were for the first two years of his sentence. Now, he just wants to be there to support his family. His son.

Not a day goes by where he doesn't think of both Y/n and Alex. The only two people that really give his life meaning. Every day is filled with regret and remorse for what he's done. For what he thought he should've done. Now, it all seems insane to him. No matter how much he rants to the guards, who surprisingly haven't quit their jobs, he's just stuck. Nothing he can do.

Y/n's words still ring in his ears. "He reminds me of you in a way because he–"

Gator still wonders what she was about to say. Even three years later, it's still on his mind.

Three years, that's right, since he last got visited by Y/n and Alex. Another three years of crippling loneliness. Another three years with the added pain that he'll never know truly what his son looks like. That's the reason why he cries himself to sleep most nights.

He doesn't want to seem weak, so he keeps noise to a minimum, facing the wall. He can't control when the tears fall each time he thinks about it. He'll never see his son, and he'll never see Y/n again.

That's when, one night, Gator has a terrible thought. One that never even crossed his mind before, shockingly. It's a horrible idea, of course. An idea that most likely cannot be executed in his state. But he thinks it. And he likes the thought of it. I'm gonna break out.

The thought resonates with him for a long while. But each day that goes by, it seems more and more impossible for him. His dream life is just out of reach.

Y/n, with her five year old at her hip, enters the prison. It's been long enough since she's visited the father of her child, so it's only right that she sees him. Plus, Alex is old enough now to talk to his daddy properly. She wants Gator to have that experience of having a conversation with him. She knows it will make him feel better.

She approaches the front desk and smiles at the woman there, who doesn't seem as friendly. She looks up to Y/n, shooting her a glare as if to ask what she wants.

"Uh, hi! I'm here to visit Gator Tillman. Is he available?" Y/n says nervously under the receptionist's judging stare.

"No." She bluntly replies.

"Why not?"

"Haven't you heard?" The woman questions, as if obvious.

"Heard what?"

"Gator Tillman escaped."

Y/n leaves the prison in shock. How did he manage that!? Why did he escape!? She carefully puts Alex in his car seat before getting in the front of her car. She drove up here to visit Gator. It's somewhat of a holiday. Where is she gonna find her son's father?

Gator had received a lot of help. Luckily, he surrounded himself with the right kind of guys for him in jail. Ones who had been planning a breakout for years. Gator was allowed to tag along, so he quickly found himself on a bus to Chicago. Or at least he hopes so.

On the bus, he met a sweet woman named Georgia. She was on the way to Chicago and helped him get there. But that's as far as she could do. With the departure of Georgia and the sudden realisation that he's alone, blind, in a city he doesn't know he feels a sense of panic. He doesn't even know where Y/n lives.

Y/n is doing the dishes while Alex sits at the kitchen counter with a few pillows to act as a booster seat. He's drawing with the pack of pencils his mother recently bought for him, humming along to whatever song is playing on the radio that he doesn't recognise.

"Mommy, what should I draw next to the tiger eating an apple?" Alex asks. He looks over to Y/n, a bright smile on his face like usual as he kicks his legs happily.

"How about the tree where the apple came from?" Y/n suggests. "That way, you can draw an animal in the tree."

"That's a good idea. Thank you, Mommy."

When the doorbell rings, Y/n huffs, taking off the washing up gloves.

"Ooh! Who is it?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Wait here." She assures, kissing Alex's forehead as she walks by. The doorbell rings again and she shouts out to whoever is at the door that she's coming. Damn, this person is impatient.

Looking through the peephole, her eyes widen. She debates whether she wants to open the door or not, ultimately deciding to just do it...

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd drop by. Does a lovely lady like you need any help?" It's Devon, a guy she knows from work but often has to avoid.

"I never gave you my address." Y/n narrows her eyes at him, feeling slightly creeped out.

"Oh, I know." He chuckles. "I asked around."

"Who told you?"

"Charlotte. Nice girl. Didn't question it."

Goddammit, Charlie... She's Y/n's closest friend at work and the best friend she has as of moving to Chicago. She's a little bit ditzy but insanely friendly and sweet. It's no wonder she gave Y/n's address to Devon, no questions asked.

"Why did you ask people for where I live?" She says, hand on the door and having to physically restrain herself from slamming the door in his face.

"Well, I understand being a single mom wouldn't be easy. So... I wondered if you need any help with anything at all." He flashes a grin, as if that would charm her. Rather the opposite.

"I think I've got it under control. You can go." Y/n replies, pulling a face. Devon starts to speak again, but she quickly shuts the door and locks it. She heads back to the kitchen to continue washing up.

"Mommy, do you like my tree? I added a bird in it with a nest." Alex says, pushing the piece of paper in her direction.

"Aw, it's beautiful, baby." She replies, petting his hair gently. "Are you done, or are you gonna add more?"

"More! Can you help?"

"Something climbing the tree, maybe? Like a cat?"

"Ooh! Thank you, Mommy."

"Of course, sweetheart, of course." She replies gently, giving him a forehead kiss and walking over to the sink.

Devon, to say the least, is disappointed. Although, it's not a big deal. There's several other women he could and would go for. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he makes his way down the street.

The winter air is chilly and bitter, nipping at the skin of his face and making his eyes water. He doesn't want to be outside for that much longer, so he pulls out his phone to text someone, anyone, to see if they're free.

Turning a corner close to the building beside him, Devon bumps into someone. He staggers and looks up from his phone. "Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" Devon shouts, sending his text and putting it back in his pocket.

"I can't." Gator replies, trying to steady himself from the ground. That's when Devon realises he's knocked over a blind person.

"Shit– sorry, man. Didn't notice." Devon says, grabbing Gator's wrist to help him stand up.

"S'all good." Gator murmurs, palm flat against the wall to familiarise himself. "D'you mind helping me get somewhere?"

"Yeah, go on."

"An apartment complex should be nearby if I'm in the right place. One apparently with loads of flowers outside." Gator recalls.

"Oh, I just been there." Devon says, helping Gator around the corner. "Go straight down that sidewalk, and it's on your right."

Devon may be nice enough to give the directions, but he's not nice enough to help Gator get there. He's not that kind of guy. He wouldn't take that much time out of his day to help some random guy. So with that, he walks off.

"Oh, thank you! Do you, uh–" Gator trails off, hearing him walk away. "Hey–"

Gator huffs, left alone. He begins to make his way forward again. He's been on the run for months now, trying to find his way to his family. For the most part, he's failed this goal. But after getting a lead of her address, he hasn't stopped hoping to find them both. Now, he's so close he can just feel it. He feels that familiar tingling in his stomach.

The only things he hears are the wind rushing by his ears and the rolling sound of his mobility cane on the jagged sidewalk. Mutters of people walking by remind him to tug his hood further over his head. He doesn't want any chance of being caught. Not now.

He finally feels glass instead of brick. Windows... to the apartment complex? He finds the handle of a door and hopes that he's there.

Once inside, he confronts the dilemma that is finding the right apartment number. He knows it's number 34. He's definitely sure. He needs help...

Gator knocks at the first door he can find, hoping to encounter a nice person. He waits for a moment and hears the door unlock and swing open.

"Can I help you?" A woman's voice says.

"Yeah!" Gator replies. "Please. Couldja help me find apartment 34?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Let's go to the elevator." She replies. Gator is relieved. He's finally made it, right?

After being guided into the elevator and shown down a hallway, the woman taps him to stop him. She guides his hand to the right door and bids her farewell.

Y/n is getting Alex ready for school when she hears an unrhythmic knock at the door. She sits Alex down on the sofa and allows him to watch the TV for a little bit longer while she goes to see who it is.

She's a lot more shocked to look through the peephole this time. But she rushes to open the door quickly, swinging it open with a little too much force.

"Gator!? What are you– I went to visit you a few months ago and you wasn't there! Alex was so disappointed."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm here now." He reaches out, hand brushing against Y/n's ear, despite him aiming to find her cheek. "I'm home."

"You can't be here.." She replies reluctantly. "You broke out of jail! I mean– what if I get in trouble just for knowing you? For harbouring you from the cops?"

"I broke out to be with you." Gator's voice cracks. "To be here for Alex. Please."

Y/n knows what's safe for Alex. She does. But the desperation in Gator's voice really gets to her. She can imagine he's been through a lot. And he's had to find her blindly. She was confused with how Devon found her address, but Gator? That's a whole other level. She reaches out for him, arms sliding around him and gently pulling him close.

"You're home." She murmurs.

"Really?"

"Really." She adds. She pressed a gentle kiss to Gator's jaw. "The fact you broke out of jail to be here for me and Alex means alot."

"So you'll be with me again? I've made it up to you?" He asks pleasingly. He needs this to be true.

"I'm prepared to be with you." She replies, cupping his cheek in her hand softly. "If you're here for me, I'm here for you."

#joe keery #gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x you

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m4sonn · 1 month

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∘₊✧───The Gang as Songs ───✧₊∘

(Thx to my collaborator/writer/friend who helps me out w/these!! :3 @peachyponyboyy (sorry guys we went a little overboard with this one 😣😣😣🔥🔥🔥))

₊❏❜ ⋮Ponyboy ⌒

-Cooler than me by ethan fields

-wasted summers by juju<3

-Loverboy by A-Wall

-ancient dreams in a modern land by Marina

-Teen idol by Marina and the diamonds

-Heaven knows i’m miserable now by the smiths

-top of my school by katherine lynn

-oh no! By marina and the diamonds

-letter to my 13 year old self by Laufey

-usseewa by ado

-francis forever by mitski

-up and down by Judy sign

-smoke two joints by sublime

-nothings new by reo Romeo

-i love you so by the walters

-army dreamers by kate bush

-all apologies by nirvana

-trees by mccafferty

-sweet hibiscus tea by penelope scott

₊❏❜ ⋮Sodapop ⌒

-A pearl by Mitski

-Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks

-I wanna be your boyfriend by Hot Freaks

-Buddy Holly by Weezer

-Hug Me! From Despicable me OST

-sex sells by lovejoy

-one day by lovejoy

-infrunami by steve lacy

-the perfect pair by beabadoobee

-pretty boy by the neighborhood

₊❏❜ ⋮Darry ⌒

-survivor by Dolly Parton

-Washing machine heart by mitski

-Christmas kids by Roar

-superman by eminem

-something about you by eyedress

-from the start by laufey

-sweater weather by the neighborhood

-electric love by BORNS

-sex, drugs, etc. by beach weather

-this side of paradise by coyote theory

-always forever by cults

-something about you by eyedress

-say yes to heaven by Lana del ray

-out of my league by fitz and the tantrums

-riptide by vance joy

-dark red by steve lacy

₊❏❜ ⋮Dally ⌒

-Faster n harder by 6arelyhuman

-hands up 6arelyhuman

-Romantic Homicide by d4vd

-cigarette daydreams by cage the elephant

-gilded lily by cults

-line without a hook by ricky montgomery

-diet mountain dew by lana del ray

-summertime sadness by lana del ray

-francis forever by mitski

-i want you by mitski

-daddy issues by the neighborhood

-freaking out the neighborhood by mac demarco

-back to the old house by the smiths

-pretty girls make graves by the smiths.

-crack baby by mitski

-silver lining by the neighborhood

-K. By cigarettes after sex

-Apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

-ykwim by yot club

-i wait for you by alex G

-born to die by lana del ray

-tongue twister Cash Cash

-pretty little psycho

-XOXO kisses hugs by 6arelyhuman

-ruler of everything by tally hall

-4:00AM by taeko onuki

₊❏❜ ⋮Johnny ⌒

-Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood

-Boys don’t cry by The Cure

-Back to the old house by the smiths

-My time by Bo En

-I Don’t smoke Mitski

-Bag of Bones

-Lemon boy by cavetown

-Boys will be bugs by Cavetown

-Freezerburn by t!lt

-No surprises by radiohead

-Nothings new Rio Romeo

-homage by mild high club

-Heaven and back by chase atlantic

-harness your hopes by pavement

-problems by mother mother

₊❏❜ ⋮Two-Bit ⌒

-the mickey mouse clubhouse theme song

-i love you like an alcoholic by the taxpayers

-should i stay or should i go by the clash

-teenagers by my chemical romance

-she's so nice by pink guy

-you get me so high by the neighborhood

-boys a liar pt. II

-sweet dreams by left boy

-two birds by regina spektor

-buddy holly by weezer

-say it ain’t so by weezer

-smells like teen spirit by nirvana

₊❏❜ ⋮Steve ⌒

-scotty doesn’t know by lustra

-teenage dirtbag by wheatus

-shut up and drive by rihanna

-everybody talks by neon trees

-hey stephen by taylor swift

-you belong with me by taylor swift

-backyard boy by claire rozinkrans

-life is a highway by rascal flatts

-brooklyn baby by lana del ray

-cruisin for a bruisin from teen beach movie

-cotton eye joe >:DDDDD

-your the only one i want from grease

-what i got by sublime

-head over heels by tears for fears

-love like you from steven universe

All of them:

-Army dreamers by Kate bush

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✮ what do they secretly want to tell you? ✮

pile one, two, or three?

think of a person and then pick your pile to see what they secretly want to tell you!

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile one!

song on shuffle: "YKWIM?" by yot club

the person you have on your mind, pile one, secretly wants to tell you that they worry a lot. they overthink when it comes to you and the situation between you two, and they secretly want to tell you that they want to you make things easier for them. they want to tell you that they're currently in the process of forgiving themselves for something they've done (possibly to you) and they're following a spiritual path rather than an egotistical path. they were in a situation where everything was going perfectly, everyone was happy and getting along (i'm sensing a group of people or a family) but then something happened that caused a major tower moment. this person secretly wants to tell you that they're extremely shocked and even burdened by something, pile one. they could've been cheated on by a partner, or they could've been the one that cheated in a connection (possibly in a connection with you.) some sort of fulfillment they had came to an abrupt ending because there was some competition with a third party and they have a fear of this happening again. for some of you, this person cheated and/or lied to you and they secretly want to tell you that they're undergoing the inner and spiritual work needed in order to prevent this from happening in the future and they truly want your forgiveness. if this is a situation where you were the one that had a third party, then they secretly want to tell you that they forgive you and they are accepting the situation as is and choosing to move on. they are doing the work and they have seen the rewards that come with it, and they are proud of themselves. they also secretly want to tell you that they find you to be attractive, even if you have already moved on and found yourself a significant other. they find you to be incredibly talented, as well.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile two!

song on shuffle: "she" by tyler the creator

the person on your mind, pile two, secretly wants to tell you that you've inspired a deeper spiritual belief within them and you've given some sense of spiritual wisdom. you've balanced out their inner knowing with their outer knowing; they want to tell you that you have completed them, in some way. you brought them the missing piece of the puzzle that they didn't know was missing in the first place. there's also a truth that they want to secretly reveal to you, but they may not be able to do at the current moment due to someone else in their life. this person may be at a distance from you because their life is unbalanced and they're trying to get it together before they approach you again. they secretly want to tell you that they want to work with you to bring balance back into the connection, as well. but, before this can happen, a truth needs to be revealed. this person is secretly very ambitious and determined to reconcile with you, and they want to do so as quickly as they can. they secretly want to tell you that they've been working on their emotional maturity and once they've reached a certain point of wisdom and inner balance, they're going to gain the confidence to come toward you and make a serious offer. they're currently working to earn a position in your life and they have no intentions of treating you as an option. they feel as though you two were divinely orchestrated to meet and that you may even be their "twin flame" and/or "other half." they love your eyes and are keeping their own eyes on you while they are away/working on themselves, pile two. this could even be someone of the same gender as you, but of course take what resonates. they do get jealous whenever you give attention to other people, even if it is just friendly attention.

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ pile three!

song on shuffle: "spin bout you" by drake & 21 savage

the person on your mind, pile three, secretly wants to tell you that they're currently doing a lot of inner shadow work - but instead of understanding their demons, they're trying to fight them. they feel as though they have to do everything for everyone else and ignore their own needs and wants at the moment. they're currently calling out the selfish people in their life, which has taken a toll on their happiness. there's people they live with/in their community that are very greedy and tend to rely on them to fulfill their needs and desires. this is the reason that they may be very passive with you, or very confused about the situation between the two of you. their home situation has left them feeling very burned out, and they may not have the time nor energy to approach you like they once did. they're weighing out their options and trying to make the best decision for themselves. they're contemplating starting a brand new journey and leaving everything behind. they do have hopes for their future, but sometimes they tend to overthink and worry a lot. they're avoiding conflict at the moment, but i feel as though they're planning something in secret and they may tell you this eventually. considering the shuffled song has a lot to do with romance, i'm going to say that this is someone who is romantically interested in you and that you're also interested in them. you may not have heard from them in a while, though. they want to explain everything to you, but they simply can't right now. this could be someone who you think has a nice car, they may dress nicely, purple may be a significant color for them and they may live with their grandparents (these are just confirmations for a few people.)

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