Gachiakuta x dense reader?!!!!
Feat. Tamsy, Enjin, Zanka, Riyo, Gris, Follo, August, Jabber, Zodyl
Tags : attempt at humor, crack, downbadness, flirting, the overt and subtle kind, sfw (wow shocking), no established rls, reader is denser than a harem isekai protag, fluff, not proof read, no use of y/n
Tamsy’s way of loving was always subtle, hidden in plain sight and under wary eyes.
It was sort of obvious that his type of “flirting” wouldn't be noticeable but he didn't expect it to completely fly over your head.
“I didn't know Tamsy was the type to stay and check over his fellow members when they get injuries in missions.” You say in passing conversation, and he just so happens to overhear.
And he could feel his heart dropping all the way to his stomach.
Because what part of taking care of someone and sleeping against the wall nearly standing up just to see them recover is something he does for…fun? For sport? Why would he even do that for anyone for that matter?
Goes back to his room a little heavy hearted—half contemplating to start believing in the sphereites above just to give him strength or to just let the sphere itself take the wheel from his hands.
“Am I not doing things that could be considered courting…?” He groans, slapping his cheeks with his palms lightly. No, it has to be a problem of your understanding. There's no way that it could possibly be a fault of his.
Enjin plays into it, hard. Always the one messing around and bickering—flirting—with you. But even he has his limits.
“Y’know if you keep acting dumb like that I might just have to get on my knees for ya.”
You scoff, not quite grasping the full extent of his message. “I'm not stupid, Enjin.” He was about to retort with a quick ‘oh yeah?’ when you suddenly added. “I knew that trash beast was stronger than usual since there was a storm hurling.”
Enjin was too stunned to speak. By ‘acting dumb’ you thought he meant ‘doing dumb actions’ which translates to ‘being reckless’ ...yeah something like that.
The worst part is you looked genuinely proud of yourself. You've always been known for being able to assess the situation and adjust accordingly. Just…maybe not to every situation. Especially now.
Zanka has always been bad at keeping things subtle and even more so about his feelings.
You'll compliment him about something and he'd brush it off with a shrug, “it's to be expected of us cleaners” But when you turn around, he pumps his closed fist in the air with a blushing proud face.
For someone so bad at being on the low, he sure does try to keep things professional. He wants you to be the best version of yourself, so at times he'll push you to break past your limits and become stronger. But that doesn't mean he won't offer a hand to help you up when you're beaten into the ground after a sparring session.
“Thanks Zanka.” You take a sip of the water he gave you after wiping the sweat from your brows. “You're always looking out for me.”
“Can't have ya dying on me mid—”
“You're such a great friend.”
Constantly finds ways to flirt with you all the time. During missions, cleanups, running errands around HQ. You name it, she's most certainly already there trying to take up your time and space.
“Hey there pretty.” Is something you'd always hear the moment you enter any room. It's almost like she was camping and waiting for the opportunity.
She seemed pretty comfortable with your relationship since she assumed you were already aware of her feelings.
So imagine her—as well as your—suprise when you stare at her blankly, mouth hung agape when she drops the bombshell on you casually mind convo.
“Oh c’mon, almost everyone knows.” Everyone but you apparently. “Wait, are you…actually surprised?” She won't let you live this down.
A believer of slow and steady wins the race. If this was a novel it'd be a slow burn. But the thing is you're not even aware there's a burn going on.
Has tried—and failed— to make it obvious to you how he truly feels. A kiss on the back of the hand, eye contact that lingers for too long, handshakes that are a little too tight and are dangerously close to being a hand hold.
Gris is patient for all that matters. But it's like cupid saw his patience and decided to make you just to test it.
“I could get used to you cooking for me everyday.” You hand him the empty lunch container. “Whoever you're marrying is so damn lucky.”
“Is that so?” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling while he just looks at you fondly. Hoping this image of a domestic life with you can one day become true.
Forget a slow burn, is the candle even lit yet?
Bless his soul. He needs it.
Follo doesn't do over the top displays of affection for the people he loves. The most you'll get is a pat on the back while he tries to hide his burning cheeks as he gives words of encouragement to cheer you up when you're feeling down. It gets the job done.
Cheering you up—of course.
You notice how Follo isn't really as touchy with you as he is with other people, so logically he must have something against you—oh boy you couldn't be more wrong.
He notices how you start to slowly distance yourself from him, thinking that you're doing him a favor staying out of his way when you're actually just adding more to his internal turmoil.
His breaking point is when around the third day of this clipped back and forth, you cut off the conversation entirely and return to your room while the remnants of his reply is still dancing in the air around him.
“Did…I do something wrong…?”
Doesn't even try to hide it. Sometimes he just wonders if you're purposefully ignoring his remarks and teases until he overhears you say “Oh yeah, August must be like that with everybody.”
Shocked? A little. Disheartened? Far from it. If anything it becomes sort of like fuel to him.
Tries to make it even more obvious how he has a thing for you. Always getting louder—if that was even possible—getting all up in your personal space and so on.
Casually brings up the fact that you'd look good in white, “Specifically a white dress! …A white dress where I'd be wearing a matching white outfit.” He grins. Then, shamelessly adds “Can I have your measurements for future reference?” Wink wink.
Don't be fooled, he already knows your measurements down to the T but he just wants a concrete reasoning as to why he even knows them to begin with.
Why does he have your sizes memorized like the lines on his palm, you may ask? Mind your damn business...
Jabber loves loudly, like he needs to chase your reactions in search for more reasons as to why he even likes you in the first place.
“Awhhh c’mon don't tell me you're gonna bail out on me again!” He whines, dramatically pouting whenever you inevitably have to leave.
All the little nicknames, teasing, and theatrics are just for jokes.
It's so easy for him to say “Nah, I'm just messing wit’ ya.” While he gives you a wide toothy grin before waving you goodbye. It used to be easy.
But day by day he's starting to realize that maybe he doesn't want it to be just mindless jokes he spouts at you for the love of the game. The real cherry on top to this whole debacle is when you confirm that, “Jabber’s just like that, I'm not special to him.” verbatim.
He gets annoyed but quickly regains composure—quick to show you his signature wide smirk that means he's up to no good.
Just make sure to watch your back because he's one bad day away from proposing to you and making it clear.
Has quite the high view of himself. But one of these days he'll stop swallowing random garbage and learn to swallow his pride because you are making this whole thing way too difficult for him.
“You should prioritize your safety.” He reprimands you after a reckless attempt of trying to engage the cleaners. It wasn't your station and Cthoni had to exert more effort trying to find you with her manholes.
You're over here thinking he's just really protective of his employees but he’s gripping his already greying hairs thinking he's being way too obvious and almost lost his cool entirely.
Don't let his cold stoic demeanor and expression fool you, there's a reason as to why he looks rough for a 23 year old.
I was gonna put crush by tweens of pop (the chorus) but like idkkk
I also accidentally kept writing deuce instead of follo (I'm writing ts at night, sleep deprived and they're both awkward to me don't make me explain myself) cus I rlly wanted to write this prompt for twst and I felt like I was on my Katy perry "cause when I'm with him I am thinking of u" timing like ffs big dawg 😢😢😢