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hey y'all, it's me again! can i request an extremely fluffy imagine with garcello being an emotional wreck when meeting his long distance s/o for the first time on his birthday? i'm not feeling too well so hopefully some fluff will lift my spirits :) - 💀💍
"Awh, c'mon Gar. You can't just sulk around on your birthday!" Annie frowned at her longtime friend, who was just staring out the window with a blank yet solemn look.
A few moments passed before she perked up at the sound of a knock on the door. "Oh! I invited someone who'll cheer ya up. I know ya wanna meet em~" She tried grabbing Garcello's hand and tugging him away from his spot, but to no avail. "Ugh..Garcelloooo. Come with me or I'll make you chug one of my drinks!"
"Sorry, Annie. Not in the mood for any guests today."
"But-"
"Just tell 'em to give you the gift and leave." Eventually he freed himself from her grasp, taking out a cigarette pack and walking back into the kitchen.
It seemed dumb that the stress of someone just visiting was enough to make him desperate for a smoke. But he didn't care for any unwanted company right now.
Normally, he wouldn't be this gloomy...but there was someone who he wanted to see more than anyone else, especially on his birthday: You.
For a few months you two have been dating via long-distance. Telecommunication apps worked wonders, though of course Garcello yearned for the day he could finally meet you.
At the same time..he wasn't sure if you'd want to stay with him once you got to know the real him.
You always told him how much you loved and supported him. But he still had doubts about himself.
Like whether he meets your standards, if his habits will ruin things, or if he'll be too-
"Oh, hey Annie. Gar told me a lot about you. Is..he home?"
"Yeah totally! He's in the kitchen! I'll head out so you two can chill together."
Garcello nearly spat out his cigarette, not even having the chance to light it as he heard what sounded like your voice. He looked over and saw you with a suitcase and...
Was that a small birthday cake?
Once you locked eyes with him, you instantly smiled. Without any hesitation you put down your stuff and ran over to him, hugging him tightly. He did the same as well, at first still in utter disbelief.
"[Y/n]..? I-It's..really you?"
"The one and only! Happy birthday, Gar." You chuckled, pulling away to look at the teal-haired male. "Wowie, you're way more handsome in person! Has anyone ever told you....?"
Though you paused, realizing he was starting to cry. His hat did little to hide the tears as he laid his head on your shoulder, mumbling about how happy he was to finally see you.
You were actually here and he couldn't believe it! He didn't care about impressions right now; all of his previous doubts were thrown out the window when he realized you truly loved him.
Loved him so much that you didn't hesitate to rush into his arms and call a mess like him "handsome".
And as you hugged him once more, you knew you've given him the best gift of all:
A surprise visit that'll change both of your lives for the better.
I saw the ship dialogue prompt and I came to request for Lost Sliver with numbers 9. and 20. Maybe reader is comforting Lost sliver about something.
9) "You look sad".
20) "I could just use a hug."
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"Nice job, Chansey. I appreciate your help." Smiling, you watched as the normal-type Pokémon plastered the final bandaid onto Gold's torso, covering the cut there.
While she tended to the numerous smaller injuries to his body, you focused on bandaging his limbs, making sure they were wrapped snuggly into stumps.
Of course, you weren't worried about him getting any infection since, well..he was dead. He couldn't catch the common cold even if he tried.
But you knew that he's been insecure about leaking blood everywhere and grossing out everyone he met, so you decided to do something about it and let him into one of your clinical rooms at the Pokémon Center.
Being a nurse who helped patients with traumatic injuries had its perks, as you knew exactly how to help your boyfriend.
However, it was only now that he decided to trust you enough to do this. He used to flinch at being touched before, and so for him to approach you and finally agree to this brought you relief.
He allowed you pull off his hat, jacket, and shirt, leaving just his shorts on before you got to work patching him up. You could see how flustered he was, cheeks turning pink despite his expression remaining blank. But he didn't complain once, simply nodding when you asked if he was okay so far.
However, after giving Chansey a treat for her good work before sending her out of the room, you were confused when Gold seemed...even sadder than before.
He didn't look happy in the slightest, staring at his covered wounds with a frown.
"What's wrong, love? You look sad." You remarked, gently running your fingers through his hair. When he didn't answer you, worries began clouding your mind. "If you need anything else..please tell me. I'm here to help you, no matter what."
"I feel...fine, but...." He stopped, looking down at the bandages on where his legs would've been. "I....I could just use a hug. But I know I look...d-disgusting...so.." His breath hitched, tears of blood leaking from his eye sockets as he began regretting such a stupid request. "Forget it...I-I don't need anything else.."
Your heart broke at the fact he thought that about himself. But then again...this was probably the first time he was seeing himself after his death on that mountain. He had been stuck in those same clothes for years until you came along.
Now with most of them off, it reminded him that he's just a limbless frostbit corpse...and always will be.
How were you not grossed out?
"Gold..." Frowning slightly, you sat beside him and pulled him into a hug, feeling him shake with quiet sobs. His skin was freezing cold, but you did your best to keep him warm. "You don't look disgusting to me at all."
"..I-I don't..?"
"No, I've seen lots of stuff in my career so..this doesn't bother me at all." You carded a hand through his hair. "I'm just glad you trusted me, sweetheart."
Hearing you call him that left Beautiflies in his stomach. No matter if you said it once, or a million times..that will never fail to make him flushed.
It didn't help matters when you kissed the top of his head, although he eventually relaxed in your arms, head against your chest as he listened to your heartbeat. And he closed his eyes, for once not feeling anymore pain.
He thought he was beyond help, but you proved him wrong.