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Welcome! I'm new to writing fanfic stuff but I hope you like my work (〃´ω`〃)

I write for Gachiakuta (anime + Manga since im caught up) :3 💜

Sorry if any characters seem OOC! I'm trying my best :”)

And yes my username is lovely assistaff + mankira together (#janka fan lol)

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[lovelymankira]

OMG HIIIIII

I loved ur follo hcs u should totes make a part 2!!

also my birthday is soon :)

HAPPY SUPER SUPER SUPERRR LATE BIRTHDAY 😭😭😭 IM SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT UHHH HERE IT IS NOW YAYAYAGFUWGFUG 🐌

BOYFRIEND FOLLO HEADCANONS PT 2!

Boyfriend!Follo headcanons pt 1 -> Content: I made both Anime Friendly and Manga Related Headcanons!! (Spoilers for Chapter 129!!! Will separate them clearly below :3), just lots of fluff and our beloved Follo! <3 (also reader is a giver in this!)

Anime friendly headcanons!

Boyfriend!Follo who loves to have a little tradition whenever visiting a new town with you!

“Alright, 30 minutes and then we meet back here, ready, love?” Follo’s smile brightens when he sees the eager glint in your eyes. He cups your cheek with one hand and gives you a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back. “Ready, set, go!”

The two of you dash off into opposite directions. This was routine for the two of you: anytime you visit a new place, you always surprise each other with some souvenirs to remember the trip by!

But Follo likes to go overboard with this game of surprise. By the time you two reunite, you’re staring at him, wide eyed and baffled. “Follo?! Wha- how much stuff did you buy?!” 

“Not that much stuff!!” He replies, unapologetically beaming and adjusting the several hefty bags in his hands, quietly jingling with the goods inside. “I couldn’t resist!”

“You’re going to empty your wallet at this rate,” you scold, although a smile tugs at your lips. 

He gives a cheeky grin then picks out a teddy bear from one of the bags and holds it out to you. “It’s worth it for you!"

Boyfriend!Follo who’s your personal cheerleader!

When on missions, he’ll be cheering you on loud and proud! He loves watching you fight, admiring each move you make as his chest warms with pride. When you slay another trash beast, he’ll jump up and down shouting “THAT’S MY GIRL! NICE JOB, BABY!!” And he’ll wave at you like a smitten fan, asking Gris and Tomme if they saw how amazing you were. His cheering makes you push harder, giving you a boost of adrenaline and courage! He’s your number one supporter after all!~

And as soon as the trash beasts are gone, he dashes up to you. His hazel eyes quickly scan to ensure you have no injuries, and when you’re clear he hugs you tight, smothering you with kisses in between praises. “That was AWESOME! You cleaned them up in record time, my love!!”

But Follo is a supporter not just on the battlefield, but outside of it too! When you’re trying new hobbies or something you’ve not done before, he’s right by your side encouraging you and helping you through any worries you may have.

Boyfriend!Follo who tries (and fails) to hide when he gets jealous

He knows it’s silly of him, he knows how loyal you are, but he also knows how beautiful, talented and perfect you are! He could name a hundred of your qualities that he loves, so he can’t help if his eyes lock onto the scene when someone starts talking to you, worried they might try stealing you away! He’s not great at hiding it though…

Once, he knocked over a flower pot very loudly when he was hiding behind it and spying on some dude chatting with you. When you looked over, he fumbled to place the pot back in place.

“Uh- hey b-babe!” He greets, voice so obviously laced with panic. “Just um- I uh..I’m watering some plants! You know? Gotta give them water haha!”

To which you raised a curious brow and then said. “But..those are fake plants-”

And in return he froze, lips parted in a failed excuse, turned and bolted away. “I GOTTA DO LAUNDRY!”

But if someone gets a bit too close to you, like placing an arm around your shoulders, he’ll swoop in and bring an arm around your waist to pull you back a few steps from the person and fix up an excuse to take you away. He’ll keep you snug against him until you’re alone, as if afraid someone will tear you away from him.

It’s not hard to perceive what he’s doing, so when you’re in private you tease him. “Someone got jealous~”

“What? Huh? Jealous? Me? Haha! No- totally not!” He stammers, way too fast to erase any suspicion. When he sees the knowing look on your face he crosses his arms and pouts. “Can you blame me?” He whines. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you. And he touched you!”

“Follo,” You cup his face with both hands and kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you, and only you, you know that.” 

He melts into the touch and holds you tight, burying his face in your neck with one thought in his mind. You’re my girl…

Manga Headcanons below!! Spoilers for Ch. 129!

Boyfriend!Follo who loves when you give attention to his scars!

Follo had been worried after his choice to keep the scars, fearing that you may be unsettled by them or worse. Despite the nerves, he was resolute in his choice! Lucky for him, you absolutely adored the scars! 

He could’ve sworn the smile on his face would’ve been permanent after you showered him with a bunch of compliments after you first saw the scars. He still has the handful of photos that you insisted on taking because you ‘had to capture how cool he looked!’ And in a few photos, the effect of your loving words could be seen from the prominent flush on his cheeks and the bashful expression he had.

He especially loves it when you two are cuddling in bed, him recounting his latest training session and your head resting on his chest as you trace your fingers over his scarred cheek and the tip of his ear, the touch soothing and comforting.

“I totally got my ass kicked by Rudo again today,” he said, pouting a bit but chuckling. “But I’m learning a lot! Like he showed me how-” He trails off as he feels the soft press of your lips against his head, right where his scars are etched. He blooms red and looks at you with surprise, and you grin in return.

“Something the matter?~” You coo, booping his nose.

“N-no! I just…hm…” He looks away and cuddles further into you. “Can you do that again…? It was nice…”

You giggle softly and run your fingers through his hair before letting a few more kisses fall along his scars. He knew through and through you had him wrapped around your finger.  

Boyfriend!Follo who finds you adorable whenever you wear his giver uniform. 

You always used to steal his supporter’s hat, so naturally, your kleptomaniac habits persisted when he got his new outfit too!

Very often Follo would find his things missing.

“Huh? Baby, have you seen my hat? Or my coat? I can’t find it anywhere! Ugh..maybe I left it in the laundry..” Follo called out as he rummaged through the closet. 

“Nope, no clue!” He hears you reply and lifts his head to see you in the doorway with a smug smile, the fuzzy hat comfortably sitting on your head and the coat draped over your form.

“I should’ve expected that,” he says with a laugh as he walks over, cupping your face softly with a sparkle in his eyes. “At this rate, they’re more yours than mine…” His lips meet the softness of your cheek in several gentle kisses. “You’re lucky you look so good in them, thief!”

His gaze lingers on you when he pulls back, gears turning before his eyes suddenly light up. “Wait- I have an idea! Be right back, love!” He dashes off, leaving you a bit perplexed. 

It was only a few days later when you realized why he ran off so quickly. 

“BABY! Look what I got you!” He holds up a coat and hat similar to his, though with a few changes. “Do you like them? I asked August to make it with your favorite colors too, see? Now we can match!” He beams.

He definitely keeps the picture of you both in your matching uniforms everywhere he goes

Boyfriend!Follo who loves fighting by your side!

Before his awakening, he usually got paired up with you since you’re a giver and needed supporters to back you up. Back then, even though he did enjoy being beside you, deep down he didn’t feel like enough. He didn’t feel like he had enough of an impact or importance. He felt like a shadow. But now as a giver he’s making it his goal to become strong enough to keep up with you and be able to protect you and the others!

The first time he went on an official mission, he was assigned with you and oh boy was he sweating bullets during the ride there! His body was stiff as stone in his seat, clammy hands fidgeting with Alan in his lap. He’d taken down the house trash beast back during Rudo’s first job, sure, but this was way different! It’d be his first official job as a giver and the first time on the battlefield where you’d be watching his every move! He knew he trained hard with Rudo and Zanka and got a better understanding of techniques and all, but it absolutely didn’t stop him from being a nervous wreck. What if he messed up? What if he made a wrong move and someone laughed at him?! He was yanked out of his chaotic thoughts when he felt you take his hand.

“Follo,” You began, voice soft and encouraging. It didn’t take a genius to notice how anxious he looked. You intertwined your fingers through his. “You’ll be alright, we’re all here with you, ok?”

Follo let out a breath he forgot he was holding and squeezed your hand in return, the warm look in your eyes grounding him. “Y-yeah, I know…I just don’t want to make a fool of myself. Not in front of you.” He murmured, color rising in his face from embarrassment. 

“You won’t make a fool of yourself!” You protested and reached your other hand up to pinch his cheek like a misbehaving child. 

“H-hey! Stop that-” Follo’s cheeks burned hotter as you continued speaking.

“None of us were as skilled as we are now when we first became givers. We all had our struggles,” You let go of his cheek, holding his gaze. “What’s important is having passion and will. And I know you have both, Follo. As long as you keep those things, you’ll grow into something amazing. I’m sure of it!”

You said the last part with such certainty, such unwavering conviction and belief in him, he couldn’t stop his eyes from burning with tears. He blinked them away, rubbing his eyes and sniffling before giving you a grateful, sheepish smile. “You’re right,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “I’ll make you proud!”

And he very well succeeded! The first job concluded smoothly, with Follo able to take down every trash beast with your assistance. Each time Alan withstood an attack and each time he dealt a devastating blow, a surge of elation pumped through his veins. But the best part was knowing this was where he belonged: beside you working together and protecting others. And when you ran up to him, embracing him and commending him with utmost pride, he was already wishing the next mission would come soon. Fighting alongside his love is a joy like none other!

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[lovelymankira]

Theres so many parallels between Rudo and Enjin...URANA-SENSEI STOP MAKING ME CRY PLEASE 😭😭💔

I need part two of 167 right now oml 😔

[lovelymankira]

MY DEARS IT'S FINALLY HERE!

I sincerely apologize for the super long wait. I know it’s been a few months but I’ve been going through a lotta stuff behind the scenes and also struggling with writers block 😅BUT IT IS HERE NOW!!! BETTER LATE THAN NEVER...RIGHT? AWIOHGIUWAHGIUAWHG Thank you everyone for your support, I love you all so so so much! Sparks Fly! Ch 1

Sparks Fly! on AO3

@fozenpeas lovely fanart! (This artist made amazing fanart for the first chapter of Sparks Fly, so if you haven't seen the full piece, look here!!)

Content: 10k WC (YES ITS FRICKEN 10K WORDS IDK HOW I DID THAT AHHH!!), August x fem!reader, just more fluff and falling in love with August Stilza!~ Without further ado, the long awaited second chapter of Sparks Fly! 💜

•°~Sparks Fly! - Ch. 2~°•

The morning after Canvas Town…

Golden light filtered through the curtains in the early, quiet morning, stirring you awake as it illuminated your room with its glow. Yawning, you rubbed your weary eyes and sat up on your bed, and as your sight began to adjust, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye: vibrant splotches of color that contrasted with the rest of your quarters. Blinking away the last remnants of your sleep, you squinted and…there it was: a familiar shirt from last night, stained and messily signed with two initials. 

And then, it all came flooding back like a tsunami, images flashing through your mind one after the other!

A certain designer greeting you and abruptly asking you out, the bewildered gasps echoing throughout the lounge. The stir of anticipation in your chest as you rendezvoused at the garage to meet him.

The trip to Canvas Town- you could practically smell the scent of paint and hear the sounds of laughter again. Then, there was the shining look in cherry red eyes and an eternal grin that made your heart race the whole night. And the fireworks, the fireworks that adorned the night sky with sparkling hues and resonated loud booms that rivaled the pounding of your own heart.

And at the end of the night, the return to the Cleaners Headquarters. There was energy lingering in your veins and dried paint that stuck to your skin, and a hand lifting your chin upwards and followed by the soft touch of lips against your cheek—

Eh?

EHHH?!?!

Your entire face bloomed red in an instant, brain short circuiting. Your hand darted up to your cheek, resting at the spot where he had kissed, fingers grazing it reverently. It felt like a dream sweeter than sugar, but the shirt upon your nightstand was solid, undeniable proof of everything that had happened.

You…you went on a date with August Stilza…And it was one of the best experiences you’ve ever had— AND HE KISSED YOUR CHEEK?!

“August…” The name slipped off your tongue with a natural ease. A small smile curved onto your lips and you let out a giddy laugh, jumping off your bed and rushing to get dressed.

“I need to tell Bro about this!!”

…

A cheerful whistled tune echoed through the hallways, blonde hair swaying as August strolled down towards the mess hall for breakfast. A silly smirk was plastered on his face, and he wasn’t quite sure if it’d ever fade. His mind was replaying the date over and over and over again like it was his favorite movie. 

However the precious film of memories was suddenly interrupted, a sound snapped him out of his reverie. That sound, though, was melodious to his ears: he knew exactly what it was! He stopped outside the mess hall where your voice came from within. Peeking in, his gaze fell upon you sitting next to the others of Team Child.

“It was incredible, Bro!” You beamed, the smile impossible to contain as you rambled on about the lovely events of your date.

“There’s this thing called Art Night, Bro! Have you heard of it? It was super messy but really fun and- oh oh! There were fireworks! He got someone to set off these fireworks for us!”

“Woah woah woah! Slow down! You're talking like you're some auctioneer!” Bro laughed warmly, thoroughly amused with how excited you seemed.

You grin sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. “S-sorry! It was just so amazing! Every part of it, really! And then when he brought me back he—” 

He kissed me! The rapid waterfall of words that were tumbling out abruptly halted, and you sputtered and coughed, flushing harder at the thought of illustrating that part of the date. 

“He uh- he gave me a nice big hug hahaha!!” You chuckled awkwardly, then scooped a large mouthful of your breakfast, shoving it into your mouth to prevent yourself from spilling the sacred info you’d much rather keep secret for now. 

“He did, eh? That’s nice of him,” the elder ruffled your hair affectionately. “Gotta say, I’ve never seen you so enthusiastic, Y/N, but I’m glad to know you had fun! Seems his energy was infectious, no?”

“Y-yeah! Guess so…”

Meanwhile, August, who’d seen the whole thing from the doorway, barely managed to contain the laughter that almost escaped him from witnessing your near slip up.

“This girl’s gonna kill me if she keeps bein’ so damn adorable,” he murmured under his breath as he finally made his presence known.

“HEY Y/N!!” He called out, waving and approaching with a radiant grin. Your heart skipped a beat at his next words:

“You free again tonight, sweetheart?!”

And so it began. Mission: Make Y/N fall for the one and only August Stilza!~ 

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One, two, three weeks pass! August was thrilled at how he never failed at getting an excited “Yes!” from you whenever he asked you out, as if you were just hoping and praying for the next invitation (and no doubt you were!). He tried his best to keep every date interesting for you, and from the way you had always ended the night with a joyful smile, he knew he was doing well. 

As the days turned into weeks, endless valuable memories were crafted and stored inside his heart. He loved doing anything and everything with you, though the memory of your first ride on his motorcycle with him was a particularly favorable one of his…

⋆˙⟡~

“S-so um…what do I…?...” Your voice had a noticeable quiver to it as you straddle the seat behind August. You’d never ridden a bike before and you never thought you would, but here with him, it gave you unprecedented courage that made you want to try.

“Just wrap your arms around me nice and tight!” He guided your arms into position confidently, bringing your chest to his back. Your breath hitched from the proximity and you jolted with surprise as he revved the motorcycle. 

Sensing you tense, August placed a hand over yours to ground you, peeking over his shoulder to make sure you were alright. When you gave him a small nod to signal you were ready, he smiled and gripped the handlebars.  

“ALRIGHT DARLIN! Allow me to show you what sweet ol’ Swagatha can do!!!” 

You braced yourself, subconsciously tightening your hold on him and squeezing your eyes shut- but then you opened them, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Wait what? Your bike’s name is Swaga- AHHH!!!” 

Your baffled interrogation of the bike’s moniker was swiftly cut off as he zoomed out of the garage. The roar of the engine invaded your eardrums and the wind whipped through your hair.

“YESSSIR! SWAGATHA!” August emphasized, barking with laughter as he navigated the dusty roads. “Banger name isn’t it?! Went through a few test names: Miss Swag, Swag Supreme, Swagalicious- but I dig that one the most!”

Knowing about your earlier hesitations, his smile widened when he heard you giggle and snort at the ridiculous names. That precious sound and the way your arms gradually relaxed was a good sign that you were easing up to the new experience. 

The designer was glad you couldn’t see his face right now, he was sure he looked like a sappy fool in love: blush spreading from his face to his ears and down his neck, coupled with a goofy grin. August could’ve sworn he was in heaven…

⋆˙⟡~

Outside of long rides on his bike, he also took you on dinner dates often, to a few parties, and to niche shops that held dozens of fascinating souvenirs to adore and collect!

August Stilza just LOVES to spoil you. Being a designer with his own fashion line, Colosso, makes him decent coin, so whenever he noticed there was a trinket that caught your eye, he was ON IT! Although you assured him he didn’t need to buy so many things for you, his stubbornness prevailed: now your room was decorated with a bunch of knicknacks accumulated on your little adventures. 

Another favorite activity he enjoys doing with you is designing, especially if it’s something for you. Creativity is in his blood, and he’s grateful to be able to share such an important part of him with you.

He’s made a myriad of pieces for you, from hats and shoes to blouses and bottoms. Anything he had an idea for, he created it! And he very much relished whenever you chimed in with ideas of your own to incorporate too.

More and more of your free time was spent in his workshop, the chaotic messy room being something you grew fond of. And from time to time, you’d even help him with projects such as making Cleaner uniforms. He was surprisingly patient with teaching you his craft no matter how much you fumbled.

⋆˙⟡~

“Aw crap!…” You muttered as you messed up some stitching, already feeling embarrassment bubble up. You worried about how your inexperience would make you look silly, but August’s voice promptly dispels all your fears. 

“Hey hey! Don’t worry, yo! I made this mistake a TON when I was gettin’ started! Here, I’ll show you again…ya see? Ya gotta keep the fabric all smoothed out!”

He coached you through the steps as many times as you needed, and when you were successful he never forgot to commend you.

“Fabulous! See? It’s part of the learnin’ process!! You’re doing wonderful, sweetheart!!”

⋆˙⟡~

What you didn’t quite know was how absolutely smitten he was with you partaking in his craft! He adored seeing your little habits like how your brows furrow in concentration, how you ask for clarification on how to do this or that with a cute tilt of your head, and how you smile as bright as the sun when he compliments you. Too precious, too damn adorable! It made his heart ache with yearning, and that yearning and adoration soon led to him getting a notebook (dedicated to none other but you!)

⋆˙⟡~

“Huh? What’s that, Auggie?” Eishia asked curiously, peering over her brother’s shoulder one day while dropping off lunch for him. 

“THIS!” August presented the open notebook and spun around in his chair, “IS A WHOLE LOTTA THINGS!” He flipped each page with haste like a kid showing off a new toy. “I’m making a list of everythin’ from Y/N’s likes and dislikes to her hobbies and stuff! Plus a load of future date ideas too, heheh.”

“Aw, that’s really nice! Oh?- And what’s that?” Eishia pointed to the page that was currently open, which appeared to be a sketch with tiny heart doodles circling it. He abruptly closed it before she could clearly decipher what it depicted, cheeks glowing red.

“That uh- that’s nothing, Eishy!!!”

It definitely wasn’t one of MANY drawings he’s done of you. Totally not!

⋆˙⟡~

The infatuation went both ways, of course…

⋆˙⟡~

“BROOO!!!” You squealed as you dashed into the lounge where the older man was playing some board games with the kids of Team Child. Bro dropped a game piece, being jolted out of his focus by your sudden entrance.

“Look! August made me this plushie!!” You held up a fluffy plush shaped like a cat that donned its own cleaner fit that resembled yours. “Isn’t it adorable?!”

“A PLUSHIE?!!” Guita’s eyes twinkled and she hopped over to get a closer look. “He can make toys too?! That’s so cool!!” 

You nod, matching the sparkle in her eye. “Yeah! He made it from scratch! Feel how soft it is!” 

The girl’s eyes were blown wider with wonder and a subtly curious Dear came over to investigate the new gift too.

“That’s like the third thing he’s made you this week alone,” Bro mused with a slight smirk, glancing over the plush approvingly. “You must be very special to him.” 

A smear of rose flushed your cheeks and you fidgeted with the toy. “I w-wouldn’t say that! He’s just really caring! That’s all!”

You were cut off as your choker chirped, and when you answered it, a familiar voice came from the device.

“HEYYY Y/N! You’re not busy later, right?! Because there’s this tavern and it’s rumored to have hella SCRUMPTIOUS grub and even more stellar performances by givers! Sooo you down or what?” The inquiry from August was punctuated by a chuckle.

“Really?! Yeah I am!! When should we go?” 

“FANTASTIC! I’ll meet you in the garage in an hour! See you then, lovely!”

When the call ended you hugged the plushie tighter, visualizing how much fun you’ll have, what he may wear, and how he may hold your hand as he guides you inside the restaurant. So many possibilities!

 Then the supervisor of Team Child’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Those are some real affectionate terms…Calling you ‘lovely’ and all that.” Bro noted with a jeering, knowing grin that made the blush on your cheeks deepen. “You sure he’s only just ‘caring?’”

“I- He-!!!” Incoherent gibberish spilled from your mouth in a failed attempt to dismiss the tease…so naturally, you hightailed it out of there like a spooked rabbit.  “I-I’ll see you guys later!!”

⋆˙⟡~

Being together was paradise for each of you. A haven, a sanctuary that felt like it could hold out against any troublesome storm. 

But when you two were apart? 

It was like missing a piece of a puzzle. 

Distraction became a common foe of August during his work when all he wanted was you. He wanted to be in your presence! He wanted to yap to you about his latest fashion concepts. He wanted to hear your voice that he so often daydreamed about. He wanted to find new ways to make you grin, and he wanted to sew thousands of more beloved memories into the tapestry of your lives. He wanted so badly to hold you in his arms and bury his face in your neck while he gushed about how perfect you are…

And everything reminded him of you, too! Using a fabric he remembers you fancied, or seeing a work that you had been helping him on- it was driving him insane! Anyone that crossed paths with him during his grumpy days without you had no question about what was causing the rain cloud over his head. 

Especially Eishia. 

Poor, poor Eishia who had to deal with August slumped in his chair going on about missing you and acting as dramatic as a damsel in distress…even if he saw you only a few hours ago. 

And you weren’t much better off. Taking care of trash beasts, helping Bro out with the kiddos in Team Child, performing normal Cleaner duties became challenging and you found yourself lost in thought, thinking of that eccentric designer who had effortlessly engraved himself in your mind. 

What was he doing right now? 

What surprises would he have next for you?

What did you hope he would do next? 

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August’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you until you were snug against his chest. His warmth seeped through your clothes, and a gloved hand gently cupped your cheek, tilting your head up towards him. His gaze met yours, unyielding, something unspoken lying behind his eyes.

”Y/N…” His voice is softer than usual as your name rolls off his tongue, almost as if he was afraid that speaking too loud would burst the intimate bubble around you both. He leans closer, the distance getting smaller, his lips getting dangerously close to yours! Closer…closer…and closer before he finally—

“Y/N, Y/N!!” Guita shook your shoulder. 

“Huh?!” You flinch, dropping the cards in your hand and glancing up. Oh, right- you were in the middle of a game with your team. Your heart gave rapid thuds against your chest, hard enough that it felt like it’d explode!…What the hell were you imagining?!

“Y/N, are you alright?” Bro quirked a (nonexistent) brow. Guita giggled at your panicked face with a cheeky grin, and Dear simply gave you his typical deadpan glare.

“I- crap! Sorry you guys!!” You scrambled to grab the cards off the floor before attempting to compose yourself with an awkward smile. “It’s my turn, right…?”

“Yeah…but forget about the game for now. You’ve been doing that a lot you know,” Bro set down his own cards, referencing your new habit of zoning out.

“W-what? Ha..haha… um doing what?”

Bro gave a look that clearly said “Don’t try to fool me young lady.”

Guita looked between the team leader and you, twirling around. “I bet Y/N is thinking of August again!!” 

You nearly choked on your saliva. “Guita no! I’m not-”

“Guita said what we were all thinking,” Bro cut in and chuckled. “Ever since you two became a couple you-”

“COUPLE?!” Your voice cracked and you recoiled back into the couch like the words were a physical force. “W-We’re not like- official or anything!!!” 

The three of them were stunned.

“YOU’RE NOT?!” Bro and Guita simultaneously shout.

“N-no! We’re not!” You confirm, wishing the ground would swallow you whole and never spout you back up.

…..

After a super long, painful silence, Bro peered at you and pointed. “But you’re definitely in love with him, right?”

“I-” You let out an undignified sound, something between a choke and a squeak. Love Love Love Love.

There was no other word to describe how you felt towards August— it was growing increasingly apparent each day.

The way you’d daydream about him constantly, the way you naturally leaned into any touch August gave you— from a hug to holding your hand (and the consequential feeling of longing when the contact broke), the relentless curiosity about how he was doing or what he was up to when you weren’t with him. And the subtle, gloominess you felt when you weren’t together…you were so undoubtedly whipped! 

And now, you were being confronted with this undeniable, terrifying fact face on! The gravity of the situation was heavy. And the fact Bro thought you had already been with August- been his girlfrie—…oh dear! You can’t even finish the word without turning several shades of red. And then your heart quickens: do the other Cleaners think you’re with him too?! 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Bro said in the midst of your flustered silence. “So if you’re in love with him, why aren’t you two together already?”

Why weren’t you? The question echoed in your mind, and you looked down to fidget with your fingers.

“I…I guess I’ve been scared to tell him up front?” You reply, weakly, as if it’s taking all your strength not to combust from embarrassment. 

“I…get overwhelmed about the next step of actually…telling him.”

A look of sympathy came across Bro’s face and he pondered about your predicament.

“Well, if you really want to be serious with him, you gotta take the next step sooner or later. I can help you if you want.” He smiled softly and patted your head comfortingly, the gesture eased the stress a bit. 

Guita, who’d been watching the spectacle avidly, finally piped up raising her hands. “I wanna help! And Dear will join in too!” She shook the younger boy, who let out a small disgruntled sound at being dragged into this.

Your shoulders relaxed, grateful for their assistance, and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Thank you…” A small glint of determination shined in your eyes. “Let’s hear your ideas!”

(…Meanwhile in a nearby town…)

“WHAT DO YA MEAN YOU AINT WITH THIS GIRL YET?!?!” 

“UGHHH GRANDMA! I’M GETTIN’ THERE, ALRIGHTTT?!” August shouted back, munching on a treat his elder made. He and Eishia were at their Grandma Alice’s place once again, and like the last few times he’s been over here, he spoke about you. However today, the topic of the relationship status between you two came up and…now he’s here. 

“WELL IT SURE DON’T LOOK LIKE IT!! YOU’VE BEEN BLABBERING ON ABOUT THIS GAL FOR WEEKS, SO MAKE HER YOUR GIRLFRIEND ALREADY!” Alice crossed her arms.

“Please, can we not yell?!” Eishia attempted to chime in, though neither her brother nor the older doctor

registered the girl’s plea.

The designer flushed red at the term ‘girlfriend.’

“IT AIN’T THAT SIMPLE!!!” August retorted and stood from his seat, starting to pace around the room. 

“It’s just- I don’t wanna mess this up! Y/N isn’t like anyone I’ve ever met, ya know?! She’s sweet and caring and genuinely interested in me! She’s so PERFECT! And-” 

He trailed off and ran a hand through his unruly hair. 

“And so I need the moment I take the shot to be no less than SPECTACULAR! But where do I do it? When? How?!?! What if I mess up and she loses interest and—” “PFFT!” Alice scoffed. “SHE’LL GET SNATCHED UP BY SOME OTHER LAD IF YOU’RE TOO SLOW!”

August gasped with outright horror and stumbled back at his grandma’s comment, his shades and the treat in his hand clattered onto the tile floor, the latter crumbling much like his composure. The thought of you being swept off your feet by another made his stomach drop heavy with dread.

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT LOOK! YA OUGHTTA GET IT TOGETHER ALREADY!” Alice sharply poked his forehead in a scolding manner.

“JUST STOP OVER COMPLICATING THINGS AND DO WHAT YA DO BEST, DAMMIT!”

Stop over complicating things…do what I do best…

That one, simple phrase triggered and sparked an idea in his head. 

“Holy crap— GRANDMA YOU’RE A GENIUS!!!” He hugged Alice, who grumbled but gave him a pat on the back. 

“DAMN RIGHT I AM!!”

(...And back at the Cleaners Headquarters…)

In short, the ideas that the kids shared were…interesting to say the least. Although, to Guita’s dissappointment, you decided that painting trash beasts with the words “I love you” wouldn’t necessarily be the most reliable nor the safest plan. And Dear didn’t really say anything besides nodding along to the young girl’s innovative idea…

On the other hand, Bro gave vague yet helpful advice.

“Do it when you’re in a quiet space alone, so there’s no disruptions. Make sure to clear your mind and plan out your thoughts beforehand. You want to let him know how much you care and how much he means to you.”

.

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Stage One: The Gift.

Before you confess, you decided that there was something else required for this mission. You needed something more, a little pizzazz and a gift to show your appreciation, yet the ideas of what you could present to him all seemed inadequate. 

New headphones? No, he got a new pair recently…

Equipment for his work? He already has plenty of that…

Unique fabric? Pfft. He has dozens of rolls in his room and even a handful more in storage…

So what, what on earth could it be?! The thoughts plagued you relentlessly since talking to Bro yesterday, and it was equal parts irritating and dejecting. It has to be meaningful! 

You now walked through the nearest town, thankful that you had a chance for respite to search for ideas instead of fighting trash beasts. For a while, you looked at the many shops and vendors surrounding you for anything of interest, praying that there was something that’d give you the slightest bit of inspiration.

You nearly tripped over yourself as you rushed to double take a small clothing shop you passed. In the window there was a pair of black overalls, and in that instant, your mind cleared like you’ve finally figured out the code to a tricky lock.

With haste, you darted into the shop and quickly purchased them, along with a number of other supplies needed for this endeavor. The overalls weren’t good enough to give alone, no one would bat an eye at them now, but they served as the perfect base for the idea in mind. You had learned a lot about designing from August over the past couple of weeks, and now was the chance to take the skills you’ve acquired for a test drive!

When you returned to your room sometime later, you knelt down at a shelf and tugged out a container from the bottom level. It was heavy with random accessories you’ve collected, many of them being from the dates and shopping excursions you and August had gone on. 

After worrying constantly, your resolve began to shine through again. The confession gift is finally in the works!

…

“This? No…no no no- WAIT! This one! Aha!” August lifted a roll of black fabric and plopped it on his workbench. 

“And then I’ll need a bunch of these guys!!” He rummaged through several bins, yanking out a heap of paint cans in varying hues. His desk, usually a mess, was now…even more of a hot mess, yet to him he navigated it all with ease.

“Scissors…needles…thread…” He murmured to himself, brows furrowed with a fervent focus, scanning all the supplies laid out. Then he sat down, but his hands hovered over the materials, hesitant to begin. 

He can’t focus. He was thinking of you, of course he was! But right now there was something missing for him to lock in! He glanced around. 

Did he forget a tool? No, there was everything he required to work. Was it the music? Nah, that’s his usual working music anyways. And he made sure to plaster signs across his door so hopefully there would be no interruptions. But still, it all felt wrong somehow. 

August huffed, biting the inside of his cheek and tapping his foot on the ground, irked. Then…his eyes landed on his nearby bed, since his workshop doubled as his room with how big it was. He immediately dashed to it and snatched up a bundle of white fabric splattered with old paint. He wasted no time in discarding his current shirt in favor of pulling on this one, the one that holds many memories from that night. He plopped down at his seat again with renewed vigor and took a deep breath before grinning ear to ear.

Turning up the radio a few notches and adjusting his shades, he looked up at the wall where the concept sketch for the new piece was. 

“LET’S ROCK AND ROLL!” 

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Stage Two: Countless Hours

Despite how much you adored the Cleaner’s designer, you were thankful he informed you he would be really busy with a “magnum opus" he had cooking up in his studio, so he would be unable to hang out as much. It gave you plenty of time to work on your own project, which was coming along pretty well! You had to do a LOT of reconstruction with the base piece, adding more pockets and fixing the length to ensure it’d fit him. And the way you got the measurements? Yeah…that was awkward.

⋆˙⟡~

A few nights ago. 11PM. August’s room.

Silence and darkness enveloped you when you snuck in, but a sliver of moonlight illuminated the space just enough for you to locate the designer on the bed. Quietly, you grabbed your measuring tape and carefully took down the measurements. As you continued…

“SO WHAT'S THE MEASUREMENTS FOR, MY LITTLE PROTEGE?!~” 

You screamed and tumbled back, falling on your behind with a loud thud as you saw August looking at you, beaming even though he caught you sneaking in. A normal person would probably have screamed as well, but this was August Stilza we’re talking about. Your heart hammered wildly as you stumbled over your words, frantically trying to come up with an excuse for your presence. 

“I- uh!! I’m just…training! You know- like- when you got Rudo’s measurements! N-never know when you might need them from someone to make an uh- emergency outfit- ha..haha…” 

Y/N?! TRAINING? SERIOUSLY?! WHAT AM I THINKING?!

You held your breath, waiting to be called out on your lie but he only laughed and praised you for your eager ‘training,’ and when you managed to leave the room, you had the measurements in hand but your composure was in shambles…

⋆˙⟡~

Anyways! That was in the past now, thankfully. But that was far from the only obstacle you faced. Having an indecisive nature made choosing which things to use in your gift quite challenging; however, the more you added and worked on it, the more anticipation grew. Embroidery patches, accessories, some colorful thread sewn throughout, a little paint splatter in decisive spots…

Then the nervousness hit.

It was simultaneously both because of the fact you were going to give these when you confess, but also because…HE’S A PROFESSIONAL DESIGNER! You shrink down into your seat, covering your face with your hands. 

Oh god- oh god! What if it looks weird to him?! What if he makes fun of it?! What if he really really hates it?!?!

You shake your head, lightly smacking your hands over your cheek.

No, no. Focus Y/N! I can do this. I will do this! Think happy thoughts, happy thoughts!!

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, only to smell the potent scent of paint wafting into your nose.

“Huh?… OH NO-”

You glanced down at your hands, which were sticky with several shades of paint from working, and then at a nearby mirror. 

Your panicked yelp echoed throughout your room, and you hurried to your bathroom to wash the mess off your face.  “Please don’t stain, please don’t stain!!”

…

“WELL?! IS IT SWAG?! TELL ME ITS SWAG!”

“I-”

“ACTUALLYYYY! SCRATCH THAT- IS IT EVEN BETTER THAN SWAG?! LIKE-  IS IT THE SWAGGIEST OF SWAG?!!! SWAGTASTIC?!” August questioned, holding up the work in progress to his younger sister, who was plugging her ears. He was louder than usual, kudos to his panic.

“I…I think it looks nice so far, Auggie.” Eishia nodded, letting her hands fall down to her sides with an encouraging smile. “I’m sure she’ll like it!” His jaw dropped and he fell to the floor with over the top despair, random papers on the ground crinkling under him. 

“LIKE?! ONLY LIKE?! I NEED HER TO LOVE IT!!!”

Eishia sighed, grabbing his arm and trying to pull her dramatic brother up to his feet, internally cursing her choice of words. 

“I meant she’d love it! I promise! Now- argh- get up! And what is that smell-?” She squinted at a trash can with some wrappers poking out and then back at her sibling. “You’ve been eating junk food again?!”

“EISHIA, DEAR, I NEED THE FUEL! AND I'M GONNA DAMN WELL NEED MORE IF I WANNA UP THIS BABY FROM ‘LIKE’ TO ‘LOVE’ STATUS!!!” August groaned, his form barely moving from the medic’s efforts.

“Not to mention the boss asked me to work on some new Cleaner fits and I gotta get those outta the way so I can work on this!!”

The girl tugged harder to no avail. “I said she would love it! And I can make you food, Auggie!! No more pizza or any of that other bad stuff for now, please!” 

August gasped, incredulous, and clutched his shirt with his free hand. 

“NO! I am NOT having any more of that WEIRD green stuff you make! DOWN WITH THE GREENS!!! I’M BANNING THEM FROM MY HUMBLE ABODE!”

“But it’s better for you than…” Eishia’s words trailed off as she watched August scramble back to his desk to continue his work. She may have shaken her head with exasperation, but she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of happiness from seeing how hard he was working on this for you. She was cheering her brother on with all her heart! Though, after all of this is over, she’ll definitely need to sneak healthier ingredients into his meals to make up for all this ‘fuel’ he ate…

Stage Three: Now or Never

Finally, a little over a week since you began, it’s done! After checking over it repeatedly, you packed the gift into a nice box and grabbed some thin, shiny red ribbon. As you tied it into a bow, your movements and the atmosphere around you began to feel…suffocating. 

Was this it?

The present was done, and last night August had caught you in the hallway and invited you to hang out for a movie night and dinner in his room today, so you figured it was your chance. It’d be quiet, just the two of you, and an opportunity to show him the gift and finally bare your heart to him…

You glanced at your outfit in a mirror, eyes flicking over every miniscule detail for imperfections, then you grabbed a paper on your desk. It was a note you’d written to aid you in preparation for the confession. The paper was crinkled with how often you folded it and reopened it back up to read. And now as you tried to voice what was scribbled on there, you found all the words stuck in your throat. The weight of everything felt heavier, pulling you down like viscous mud.

Before you knew it, the clock struck 5:50 PM. It was nearly time to head over to his room now. A nauseating anxiety surged in your veins and your fingers tightened on the paper, eyes scanning over each and every word but it was futile! Nothing was getting through the chaotic maelstrom of panic inside you.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

The sound made you jolt, and the paper slipped from your hands. A cold sweat dripped down your nape. Did August come to get you instead? No no no!! Not ready, not ready!!!

“Y/N, are you in there?”

Your eyes widened at the voice. That…was not August!! You padded forth unsteadily, opening the door. “Bro?...”

The leader of Team Child grinned and waved.

“Ah, good! You’re still here. I thought I’d come and give ya a little pep talk, if you need it.” Part of you wanted to decline, feeling embarrassed by how much a nervous wreck you were. Your hand was gripping the doorknob like a crutch, legs turning into jelly. But support from someone you trusted was what you needed right now. You nod and step aside, letting him in. 

Once the door closes, Bro gestures for you to sit on your bed, your eyes straying to the floor. He moves a chair over in front of you and takes his seat as well. 

“Hey, look at me.” He gently coaxed, and you obliged, meeting a kind warm gaze. “Now, deep breaths. You look like you’re about to commit a heist. But…who knows? Maybe you’ve already stolen his heart.”

You let out a faint huff at the corny joke, the corners of your mouth twitching. Nonetheless, you did as he said and took in several deep breaths. Oxygen fills your lungs, and you slowly exhale and try to let the tension dissipate. 

“There we go, now, give it to me. Is it everything that’s freaking you out? Or a specific part?” 

You glanced at the box nearby, then the note, then caught a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror— the image of August flashed in your mind. You sighed and shifted your hands to fidget with the cool fabric of your bedsheets. 

“Everything. It…it feels so hard to do this. Like I could ruin so much by simple words. It’s really…” The word ‘scary’ doesn’t leave your mouth, though Bro gets the memo. “You’re strong,” he begins, reaching forth to give your head a gentle pat. “And I know what you’re about to go through is nerve wracking, but think of it like a trash beast-”

A trash beast?

You stared like he said the most baffling thing. “Wha- I- how is this anything like a trash beast?!-”

  “Listen, mija!” Bro interrupted, attempting a stern expression but it failed as he laughed. 

“Just listen. The only way to deal with a trash beast is confronting it head on right? You could come out scathed or unscathed, but in the end, it’s something you gotta do, you know? So think of this as another hurdle to get through, just like one of those beasts.”

A weird yet oddly helpful piece of advice. “So, push through and…” “And believe in yourself. Be brave.” Bro finishes and smiles before poking your forehead. “No matter what, you’ll get through whatever happens! That’s the truth.”

You swat his hand away with a playful chuckle, bringing yourself to stand. Though unease remained lingering within, it wasn’t as fierce. “Got it, thanks, old man,” you teased, half a smile curled onto your lips.

“Hey now, I’m not that old.” He huffed and opened the door for you as you picked up the gift box and exited the comfort of your room. 

“You’re right, you’re ancient!” You quip and he groans, rolling his eyes with subtle amusement. “Watch it! I’m still your elder- no, wait- crap, that does make me sound old.” Bro puts his hands up in defeat. “Ok, ok, Y/N: 1, Bro Santa: 0. But I give good wisdom, don’t I?” “You do,” You shifted the box into one arm and gave the man a hug. “I really appreciate it, thank you, Bro.” 

“It’s no problem, Y/N. Always here for you, you know that.” He said softly, returning the embrace and giving a final comforting pat on your back.  “Good luck!”

With a wave, you parted ways with your leader and started towards August’s room. 

It’s now or never!

…

“Check, check, annnd check! Looking good…” August muttered to himself, looking around his room. Then he stiffened at the sound of a light knock on his door. 

“August! I’m here!”

SHE’S HERE SHE’S HERE! ALRIGHTTT! CHILLAX AUGUST, YA GOT THIS!

He inhaled and made sure his outfit was smoothed out in the mirror: a simple cozy sea blue sweater, fringed at the bottom (which he totally didn’t pick because he remembered how you said he looked nice in it-), and paired with baggy coal toned cargo pants. While his shades stayed perched on his nose, his thick gloves were set aside, one bare hand adorned with a bracelet of interchanging pearly white and apple red beads that you’d made him a while back.

He slid the door open with a familiar big ol’ grin. “There she is!~” He paused as he saw the box in your hand, raising a curious brow, but then you caught his attention again. 

“Ah, this is…it’s um- It’s for you! But not yet- Can we chat before we watch the movie and stuff…?”

“For sure! No problemooo!” The blonde nods, and steps aside with a silly bow like he was greeting royalty. You walk in but you’re not expecting to be caught off guard by the scene before you…

What used to be cluttered floors were now neat- the entire room was much more organized than you’ve ever seen it, actually. Your eyes scanned all the changes, both confused and amazed, until they landed on some food put out on a table with two chairs that he seemed to have brought in from the mess hall. There was a wine red table cloth draped over the table and even a candle lit with a tiny dancing flame. You recognized the meals as from one of your favorite restaurants, making your eyes glimmer with excitement.

Then, you happen to notice something in the center of the table, a red box, with its contents shrouded in mystery, not even a name from where it could’ve come from could be found. 

You hadn’t realized you'd barely moved, taking in the scene with befuddlement. You turn to August, wanting to ask one of many questions on the tip of your tongue, but none came out!

“TA DAAAA!” He spun around and gestured with his arms around the room. “It’s great, right?! Made sure to get your favorite appetizer AND both of your fav entrees of course,” He beamed, gesturing to food and flashing a giddy grin. “And for dessert- well, you’ll see it soon! But first, you said you wanted to chat right?” You nod and set down your present on a chair. “Yeah! Um…”

This is fine! Tooootally fine! I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine!

“So!” You clasp your hands together. “It’s um…There’s this uh..thing..I need to tell you…”

…

Crap! Words- words- why aren’t the words coming out?! 

…

“YO! Earth to Y/N!~” The blonde waved a hand in front of you, a grin on his face. 

“Sorry! It’s just…kind of serious…” You said, voice coming out in a much more timid manner than you’d like.

“Serious, huh?” August’s expression changed to a more thoughtful one before he placed his hands on your shoulders and spun you around so your back was facing him. 

“I’m not sure what you wanna say, but it's easier without the necessity of keeping eye contact, right?” He asked, his hands dropping away as he pecked the top of your head. “Let it flow out!”

This does feel better…

You took a deep inhale, trying to calm the intense rattle of your heart. Push through.

“We…we’re close, right? And I’m really, really grateful for every moment spent with you.” 

A faint chuckle behind you as August agreed, which brought a small smile to your lips. “Heh, hell yeah we are!” 

“And being around you- no, just you in general, it makes me feel this… overwhelming sense of joy. A feeling I don’t think I’ve felt until meeting you…” Your hands finally separated from each other in favor of fidgeting with your sleeves.

“I look forward to seeing you all the time, and even after hours together I don’t think I could ever get bored of you.” You bit the inside of your cheek at that last comment, the heat in your face felt scorching, but the more you spoke, the smoother the words seemed to fall off your tongue, like a dam opening to release the water.

“I love the way you get all passionate about the things you make, your ambition…and I love how you always know how to make me laugh. There’s a lot of things I love about you…And it feels like you know me better than I know myself…”

You glanced at the box and grabbed it, hugging it to your chest, preparing for the finale. 

“What I’m trying to say is, I only feel this way for you. And I want to make you as happy as you’ve made me. And….”

You took a deep breath.

“I want to have more with you, I don’t want to be just friends, August…because I…I’ve fallen…for you.” 

There! You finally said it, though the words felt booming to you, you were worried that your voice was too quiet and shaky that he didn’t hear. It took everything in you to not give in to the weakness in your legs…Damn it! Look at him. You need to know his reaction! Look look look! Gathering all the strength you could muster, you turn to face him, worried you’d find confusion, disgust, or dismay!- but instead…

The cool atmosphere around you was overshadowed by the pure wave of- what was it? Pure unbridled shock? That felt like putting it lightly, but how else could you describe it?

The designer you knew, the one who was always bouncing off the walls with energy like he had ten cups of coffee, had his face redder than you’ve ever seen it, from his face down his neck and up his ears was a saturated rosy hue. His shades had slid down his nose slightly, and his cherry eyes were blown wide in a matching expression to yours, mouth agape. 

You’ve never seen him so still or blushing so hard, it was as if your words petrified him into a statue, forever frozen in time as he stared at you, growing more flushed by the second. And it worried you…was that good or bad?! 

“A-August… are you ok?-” You squeak.

“I- NO I'M NOT!” He blurted out, breaking away from his workbench and putting his hands in his face, running them through his hair before he gestured to you. “Y-you beat me to it! I was going to tell you first and then you- I- I had a whole thing planned out!”

Wait…WHAT?!

Any possible words you had dissolved into nothing, and you saw him rush to a shelf, yanking something from it and coming to a stop in front of you. He came so close that his hair brushed your shoulder from the motion. With a swift movement, he unfolded the item: a jacket. But it wasn’t any hoodie or jacket you’ve seen him wear in the past, no, not at all, this was far from it.

A black bomber jacket. Midway through each sleeve was a large stripe of blobs of color encircling it, some in the shape of tiny hearts. But the back of the jacket which he had facing you, was the real masterpiece. It was clear it was painted with extreme care, and each stroke had worked to form a familiar scene: two figures sitting on a rooftop admiring a blooming night sky of fireworks. And above the painted scene lie three words: I love you.

A heavy, crushing silence surrounded the both of you. The two of you were too stunned to move…

Is that real…? Did he really- Your internal questioning was abruptly cut as August was the first to break the silence, albeit with a panicked groan, lifting the jacket to cover his face. You blink owlishly at him, still reeling from, well, everything!

“ARGHHH!!! I should’ve been quicker…” He grumbled adorably in a way you’ve never seen until now.

The first sound that left you after the silence was a breathless giggle.

“S-so…I foiled your master plans?”

August peeks out from behind the fabric and huffs, pointing accusingly at you with his typical dramatic flair. “EXACTLY!!! I mean- see this jacket?! PROOF! And this too!” 

He went over to the mysterious red box and opened it, revealing a cute heart shaped cake with white and pink frosting and you couldn’t help but be further taken aback. 

“I made this for you!” He then tapped his foot awkwardly, looking almost embarrassed. “I had Eishia uh…teach me how to bake for you…”

Your eyes sparkled like a starry sky, and you almost felt guilty that he didn’t get to go first with all the hard work he had done, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t worth it seeing August blushing and looking 3 seconds away from combusting. The jacket alone had already tugged at your heart strings, and knowing he personally baked a cake for you sent butterflies swirling in your stomach.

Then you suddenly remembered the box in your hands. Your eyes flicked down but before you could do anything he intervened by rushing back to you.

“NUH UH! Not yet! Don’t you dare open it yet! I wanna say what I planned first!” He protested with a near childish pout. 

Your lips quirked into a small smile and you nodded, setting aside the box for now. Satisfied, August drapes the jacket over your shoulders, and you could now also see the inside was soft and fluffy, shimmering with tiny sparkles that glistened in the light. He then takes your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles gently, delicately.

…

Annnd it’s his turn to pause, speechless yet again. His eyes flicked away from you, brows furrowed as he struggled with his thoughts.

You gave his hand a small squeeze. “Tick tock, August~”

“Shush! Give me a second, damn it!!” He huffed, glaring at you half heartedly. “Breaking news everyone, the August Stilza is flustered!!” You continued, unable to help teasing him a little, though you let out a squeak as he cupped your cheek with his free hand and pecked the tip of your nose, which brought your jests to a pause as red flooded your cheeks.

“Looks like I broke ya. Oops!~” He mused with an unapologetic lilt in his voice. His eyes locked with yours, and this time he didn’t look away.

“I love you, Y/N…like a damn crazy amount...” 

You both knew it was coming but the words still seemed to make the air feel ten times warmer. He subconsciously started circling the softness of your cheek with his thumb, and every point of contact between you two felt a hundred times more prominent than before.

“You…get me. You take the time to appreciate me, to show me you care. And every damn day I’m eager as hell to see that cute smile. Seriously…how are you so cute?!…” he serves a soft playful pinch to your cheek, as if perturbed and in disbelief by how much you affect him. 

“And I’ve come to realize a lot of things. Like how you make my heart beat fast when you're near, for one,” His smile turned bashful. 

“Oh! And how your nose scrunches like this when I tickle it!” He brushes his thumb quickly against your nose and you both break out in a flurry of giggles, filled with what could only be called pure bliss.

“...But ya wanna know one other thing I’ve realized, Y/N?” 

“Y-yeah?” You tilt your head into the hand holding it so affectionately.

“I’ve realized that I want you, forever. I want you to be the one I share my life with.” He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes briefly, relishing the intimacy of the moment, before he pulls back to hold your gaze.

“So, knowing that I love you, and you love me…”

August pulls away and does a silly spin, pulling out a small velvet box from within his pocket and opening it to display a silver ring with a ruby gem embedded in it; the color of love, passion, and eternal promises. 

“Will you do this loud mouthed, brilliant, and absolute dork of a designer that is August Stilza, the honor of being his girlfriend?”

This was it! After all this time…

“Yes!” You beam brightly, jumping up and down as his eyes glimmer with elation. There was so much you wanted to say, but you didn’t quite trust yourself to speak without every word coming out in a storm of gibberish. He took your hand once more and slipped the ring onto your finger…your ring finger?!

The blonde sees your surprise at his placement and raises a brow slyly. “What’s the matter Y/N?~” 

“Well- it’s- you know…that finger is for…” You trail off though the meaning of unsaid words was not lost on him.

He chuckled and gave a fond kiss to your knuckles. “Ah yeah, it’s warming up the spot for the real deal later on.” “W-WHAT?!” You gawk at the implication of his words as August snakes his arm around your waist to pull you snug against him. 

“Why are you surprised? You’re the one I see my future with!” He snickers and bows his head to whisper in your ear. “And I’ve already been dreaming of the name Y/N Stilza!~” 

The tables have turned! He had regained his exuberant nature while your mind melted at what the months and years ahead held for you. And August always firmly sets his eyes on what he desires the most, dedication unwavering.

He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head with a breathless chuckle. “Also…I gotta give you a proper greeting!”

“Proper greeting…?” You tilt your head back to look up at him curiously. For some reason, you had a potent sense of deja vu, but there was no time to think of the reason why as his free hand brushes a couple of strands of hair behind your ear then slides down to your chin, keeping your gaze on him.

He leans in closer now, his face barely an inch away from yours and the pieces of the puzzle fall into their rightful place. Your eyes are held by his scarlet gaze with a silent question within them and in response, you only reach forth, a slightly trembling hand finding purchase in his shirt and giving it a reassuring tug. 

With that single move, August smiled and closed the distance swiftly, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tentative kiss that sent sparks flying through your veins and relief washing over you in a tidal wave. You melt into the long awaited kiss, feeling all your senses be overwhelmed by the sheer longing and adoration conveyed in each motion of the soft lips against yours. It was foreign but so, so damn right.

It felt like an eternity yet also not long enough when the kiss broke. The silence was only broken by soft shuddering breaths as the two of you basked in the euphoric moment, electricity still coursing through your body. Then suddenly August’s arm lets go of you, leaving the ghost of his touch tingling your skin, but the loss was forgotten as he bounced up and down, spinning around in several consecutive circles with a loud gleeful shout that could probably be heard several doors down.

“YES!!! HELL FRICKEN YEAH!” He howled, and just as quickly as he let go, he pulled you back into his arms in the tightest hug, as if he was given the best gift he could ever ask for.

August lifted his head to look at you with sparkling vermillion eyes, reaching both hands to cup your face with a puppy-like eagerness. “Can I kiss you again?! No! Scratch that- like a gazillion times?! Please please pleaseee!!!” 

His cheeriness was beyond contagious, and how could you ever say no to that adorable face?

Words were no longer needed, instead, you simply leaned in and he met you halfway in the blink of an eye. This time he gave you not one, not two, not even three kisses! It was countless, a rapid barrage of all the pent up love and affection he’s been storing for this very moment that mixed in with both of your giggles. 

The umpteenth kiss was not as featherlight as the others but a slightly longer and passionate one, and when August pulled back, he took a moment to admire the way your cheeks were a prominent shade of rose, the way your smile was as bright as his, and how your hand now had a symbol of his love on it, of his devotion to you and physical proof you were his. The sight was utterly mesmerizing and in that moment, he couldn’t help but feel like he was the luckiest guy in the world.

Then he remembered.

“OH! You wanted to give me something, right?” 

“Ah! Yes! One second,” Your head swiveled in either direction, mind frazzled from the attack of kisses. You picked up the box and extended it to him. 

“I hope you like it…I’m not as experienced as you but I tried my best.” A tinge of doubt pricked at you as his fingers tugged the ribbon and the bow unraveled.

August removed the lid and his eyes widened. He set down the box to remove the overalls within. Throughout the piece there were squares of various patterned fabric designs, sewn in a patchwork manner. Additionally, the large pockets and the top half of the overalls were decorated with embroidery patches you’d chosen from the shopping dates with him, and on the hip hung a silver chain with some small charms attached. 

Similar to how he made the jacket for you, there were small splatters of paint across the fabric, resembling a night sky with gorgeous colored stars. It was a collage of memories carefully crafted together with a unique chaoticness that fit the designer to a T.

“Woah- WOAH WOAH WOAH!!!” His eyes gleamed with awe as he took in every detail. “This is SICK! And- WAIT! You included the epic punk rock cat?!” He marveled at the patch with a gray cat in a hot pink mohawk, one that you specifically recall he went crazy over when you saw it in a shop a few weeks ago.

An immense sense of accomplishment alleviated the last bit of the unease in your body and you leaned on his shoulder to glance over your work with a newfound sense of pride. “You really like it, August?”

“EXCUUUSE ME?! Only liking this masterpiece would be a crime! I hella love it, baby! I gotta put this on! WAIT FOR ME!!!” He scurried off behind a curtain in the corner, the frantic rustle of clothes and quiet stifled laughs could be heard behind it, and while waiting you adjusted the jacket on your shoulders to fully slip it on. 

When August yanked the curtain back he spun around with flair. Seeing him gawk over your work was one thing, but now witnessing him don it was another. He was nothing less than filled with the utmost pride as he checked himself out in the mirror in his new threads. 

“I can confidently say I’m NEVER taking this off!” He declared which made you let out a small snort in response, shaking your head. 

“You have to wash it at some point, August!” 

“BUT ITS TOO COOL!” He countered. “I can’t afford to lose this swag- UNLESS!” He hooked his arm around you, fingers idly tapping at your side. “Unless you happen to make me another amazing fit, you know, so I can always be wearing something from my girl!~”

My girl.

Your heart did a flip in your chest, the name tickling a part of your brain in the best way, and your reaction didn’t escape his notice.

“Heh, you like me calling you that, huh?” He wiggled his brows teasingly and hugged you closer, giving a tender kiss to your temple. “My beautiful girl,” August hummed, and that one made your cheeks flush harder and him snicker in delight.

“Now, before we continue our night,” he began, glancing at the awaiting dinner and cake on the table. “We should seal this moment in time! Where is it?!- Aha!! There!”

He snatched up a polaroid camera from a shelf then held it up to face the both of you. “Smile, darling!” 

Click!!!

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The next morning…

August’s eyes fluttered open, blinking slowly as he adjusted from his sleep. Then something shifted next to him and he peeked down at you, nestled beside him in a cozy sleep, head resting on his chest and still wearing the jacket he created for you. If he could, he’d probably be dashing around telling the nearest person how he finally got the girl he’s been pining for, but you looked way too cute to disturb! 

Instead he opted to lift a hand to brush hair out of your face and gently kissed the top of your head with a content smile. “I love you,” he murmured in a soft whisper. 

“I love you too..” 

The blonde flinched in surprise when he heard your voice but was all the happier to see you awake sooner than he’d expected. The words made him bloom red all over again.

“Well well well!! Good morning, my sweetheart! Sleep well? Was I a cozy pillow?”

You gave a sleepy nod and chuckle in return, burying your face in his chest comfortably and listening to the light thuds of his heartbeat, which picked up its pace at your gesture. He stroked your hair soothingly. “Want me to bring breakfast here so you can rest more?” he offered, but you lifted just enough to meet his gaze, something sparkling in your eyes.

“Actually…there’s something else I'd rather do!”

…

Footsteps rushed through the Cleaners HQ, approaching the mess hall rapidly! The doors flung open with a loud bang, and the attention of all those inside was garnered towards whoever entered.

August held you in his arms, bridal style, you looking rather bashful but your partner looked unapologetic for the theatrical entrance. He inhaled deeply and then with the proudest, loudest voice…

“I PRESENT, MY GORGEOUS GIRL, MRS. STILZAAAA!!!” 

Your eyes are blown wide, matching the shocked expressions of the rest of the audience, including your comrades of Team Child and Bro who nearly choked on his food in surprise. You sputter and tap August’s shoulder urgently.

“A-August!!!”

“RIGHT RIGHT, MY BAD! PRESENTING FUTURE MRS. STILZA!!” He spun you both around and shared a loving glance with you. “WE’RE TOGETHER!!!!” ~ 🧡

A/N💜: AHH YOU MADE IT TO THE END! Thank you so much for reading, loves!! And if you have ideas for me, please send them in my inbox!

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Sparks Fly ch 2...I was aiming for it to be about the same word count as the first one (4k) but now...

I HAVE 9K WORDS TO EDIT AND REVISE-...guys- Ch 1 was the longest thing id ever written at that point but I just fudgin doubled it- dear god 😭 pray for me- should be posted in the next week or so i hope:")

[lovelymankira]

IM CRYING ITS AT 10K NOW- EDITING AND REVISING IS BACKFIRING HELP MEEEJAKZKKXKSKSKWMDKD

[lovelymankira]

Sparks Fly ch 2...I was aiming for it to be about the same word count as the first one (4k) but now...

I HAVE 9K WORDS TO EDIT AND REVISE-...guys- Ch 1 was the longest thing id ever written at that point but I just fudgin doubled it- dear god 😭 pray for me- should be posted in the next week or so i hope:")

[lovelymankira]

GUYS GUYS CHAPTER 166 SPOILERS BELOW SO BEWARE BUT IM SCREAMING

OK HOLY CRAP THAT CHAPTER WAS QJXOXKKSKXMWKXKDSKKXKS BUT YALL ITS FRICKEN BABY RUDO

IM GONNA CRY LOOK AT HIM HES LITERALLY SO SMALL AND TINY AND ADORABLE 😭 IM NOT OK- HES SO BABYYYYYY I CANT HANDLE IT- THATS MY SON BRO OML 😭😭🥹🥹❤️❤️

BUT GUYS IM SO FRICKEN SCARED WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO ENJIN DUDE 😭 IF HE DIES ILL CRY- URANA-SENSEI PLEASE THIS MAN HAS THREE CHILDREN TO RAISE DONT DO THIS TO MEEEEE

[lovelymankira]

Guys guys guys im freaking out so bad i just caught up with the manga and WHATTTTT?!??!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD-

I am absolutely FREAKING THE HELL OUT CHAT- I have so many questions- OH my god- CAN YOU TELL IM LOSING IT- I might have to do an a longer yap post but AHHHHHHH BLOODY HELL MY MIND IS SPINNINGGGGGGG IDK WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF I WANNA SCREAMMMMMMMMMM

[lovelymankira]

I gotta yap about this...

SPOILERS FOR CH 136 OF GACHIAKUTA

IM SCREAMING

LIKE OF ALL THE THINGS TOO LILY COULDVE MADE THE CHOKER APPEAR AS- SHE CHOSE THAT?! AND THEN HE PUT IT ON DUDE OH MY GODDDDD IM LOSING IT

I was so floored I had to pause before I read more and when I did-

BROOO I CANT AHAJJSJDKDDKDKD ZANKA IS SO FRICKEN MORTIFIED AND ENJIN IS JUST BEING A DAMN WEIRDO 😭😭 AND AMO- MY POOR AMO- LIKE GIRL YOURE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE DONT WORRY ABOUT THAT ARGRHHRHRHDJDKSKX

I wasnt expecting Doll Fest to go like this but its fricken amazing so far oml- And Too Lily's personality caught me so off guard but I love her 😭 Oh Urana-sensei you amaze me with every chapter 🥹❤️

ALSOOOO DUDE DUDE DUDE WHEN ALL THIS IS FINALLY IN THE ANIME ITS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME EHEHEH

AND IM REALLY EXCITED TO SEE HOW THE DUB VOICE ACTORS DO FOR S2 BECAUSE THERES GONNA BE SO MANY INSANE MOMENTS- i need Gachiakuta's second season right now dude arghhhh-- I wanna see this and Follos arc and Fu/Hii and everything else so badly! The wait is gonna be hella excruciating 😭💔

[lovelymankira]

Hiii!!

Could I make a request?

It would be a Rudo x older sister reader (like 17-18 years old or so)

I had in mind a reader that is a giver and who, without knowing it, ended up becoming an older sister figure for Rudo.

Maybe Reader is also a little spherite, she became a cleaner and decided to help Rudo find information besides, obviously once she trusted him, she started treating him like a younger brother. It would be cute If the reader's personality reminded him of Reguto

Thank you!!!🫶🏼

Hi hi!! I love this idea and i knew i had to do it the moment i saw this request! Its so cute 🥹 I highkey started crying while writing this though 😭

°•~KINSHIP~•°

Content: 2.2k WC, Rudo x Older Sister Figure Reader, hurt and comfort❤️‍🩹, annnd precious boy Rudo :")

Rudo tapped his foot restlessly in the lobby, fists clenched. His eyes were locked onto the front door with a frown, brows furrowed. 

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap

Tap tap tap tap tap—-

“Well don’t you just look like a grumpy old man,” Semiu mused, glancing up from her magazines. “I don’t think that tapping is going to make Y/N come home any quicker.”

The Sphereite spun around to face the receptionist, bewilderment written on his face. “I don’t look like some old guy!- Tch. I just don’t get why I didn’t get to go with them!”

“Every cleaner needs to take some breaks, including you. After all those constant run-ins with the Raiders, you could definitely use it.” “I-” The boy scoffed and crossed his arms. Semiu had a point, he could still feel the aching, lingering soreness throughout his body. With trash beasts and raiders and other trouble always seeming to sprout up, Rudo’s life has been even more hectic, yet his stubbornness was ever unyielding.

“But they’ve been out for a while, right?” Rudo asked, his scowl turned into more of a pout. “I mean, what if there’s too many and they need back up?-”

“They would’ve called. Hmm, wait- Don't tell me…you have no faith in her abilities?” Semiu quirked a brow with a smirk. Rudo’s eyes widened and he shook his head instantly. 

“I didn’t say that! She’s strong, but- ugh…” His hands dropped down to his sides with a groan.

He knew you could handle yourself, especially if it’s just some meager trash beasts. Hell, he was sure you could take on dozens of them solo with your jinki! Even more, he’s seen how well you can hold yourself against raiders. Since Rudo joined the Cleaners, you’ve proved time and time again your strength was a force to be reckoned with.

So why did he feel so incredibly worried?

It was uncharacteristic. He cared about the others, but this worry felt different, and it irked him to no end that he didn’t know the cause of this anomaly within him.

The creak of the doors sounded and his head snapped up with anticipation. Once he caught sight of you amongst the returning Cleaners he left the front desk and padded up to you.

“Hey, welcome back,” the words tumble awkwardly from his mouth, eyes subconsciously scanning you for any scratches or such and thankfully finding none. “You took a while.” His voice held a questioning tone, eyes meeting yours with a clear ‘Where were you?!’  look.

“Rudo!” You beam and ruffle his hair, making the other recoil back in an attempt to fix it. “Nothing to worry about! I just kinda slowed us down.” Before he could question, you flipped open your bag and held it out. There were some random trinkets in there, and the instant curiosity on his face was evident, but what you said next made his gaze flick back up to you in surprise.

“I found some neat stuff at the wasteland we were at. It was originally just this cool looking compass, and I was like- ‘Woah! Rudo might think this is pretty neat!’” 

You hold up the old thing, letting it bathe in the golden light of the lobby. Despite its rough appearance, its design had a charming intricateness to it.

“Then I also found this music box and this thing and— Yeah, I got carried away. ” You chuckled sheepishly, although with a prideful smile, then plopped the bag down in his hands. “Maybe some of it will be useful to you,” you added with a smile.

You’d gotten this stuff for him?

“I uh…thanks, Y/N,” he said quietly, still taken off guard. Looking down at the goodies and sifting through a few things, the corners of his lips twitched, ruby eyes softening slightly. After a few more words you departed to clean up and refuel at the mess hall. He watched as you disappeared down the hallway before turning to go to his room, only to see Riyo and Zanka staring at him.

“What’s with those looks?” He huffed, eyes narrowed.

“Ya almost smiled. Like… not in a freak way for once,” Zanka deadpanned and Rudo had half a mind to throw the bag at him for the comment.

“Yeah! That was pretty sweet,” Riyo chuckled, eyes glinting. “You and Y/N are pretty close now huh?”

“I guess we are…”

“It kinda reminds me of a baby brother and their older sister!” She added, which made the boy jolt. “Wha?!- I’m not a baby!!” 

“But ya act like one sometimes,” The staff wielder added, making Rudo glower and turn away hastily, stomping down the hallway with the hefty cargo in hand. “I’m going to my room, idiots!!”

…

The various objects from the bag were now neatly laid out on his floor. He inspected them and pondered how to fix them up or which ones could be used with 3R in future missions. But his thoughts kept being interrupted by what Riyo said earlier.

“Older sister…” He murmured, mindlessly fidgeting with an old lantern. Though he wouldn’t outright admit it to them, he agreed that she had a point. The care shared between you two had grown to be like that of siblings. The camaraderie, the playful bickering, the moments after missions when you give him those long, insightful talks when he’s feeling down or frustrated— Hell, you were the first person he’d think of and go to when he needed to get advice. Talking to you always seemed to feel different but in a good way…

“I’m not a baby though.” He muttered to no one in particular, grimacing at his teammates words and clutching the trinket in his gloves like it’s the one that called him the name. Then he paused as mortification washed over his face, replacing the previous annoyance.

Does Y/N think I’m like a baby?!

Pfft- he could take care of himself! He’s capable, he’s not some kid!!! Besides you’re only like- 3 or 4 years older than him!!!!! It’s not that much, right?! And yet…the thought of having such a close connection brought an involuntarily warmness to his face. You also shared the same origins as him, which only furthered the kinship between you two: You both had fallen from the Sphere. 

You’d been in the Ground way before him though, and even though you had a difficult past up there just like him, you didn't shut him out. Over time, you had begun to trust him and vice versa. It wasn’t long before you ended up as one of his closest allies, treating him with a kindness that still feels strange even now. You had vowed to help him on his journey to get more info, vowed to help him figure out how to get back to the Sphere and vowed to help him find the one who killed Regto!—

Regto…

The name of his father made his stomach churn. The Sphereite's head hung low, his body rigid. His eyes traced the worn fabric of his precious gloves. He missed Regto. He missed him so, so much. And even though he was gone, it almost felt like traces of him still existed…

Then his thoughts of Regto and you started to meld together, and he began to realize the similarities were almost uncanny.

Oh, was this why he felt so protective of you?…

You had the same wide grin Regto would give him whenever joking around or teasing him, and even though he may bristle at any pat of his head or a tight hug, the warmth in his chest was undeniable; he just didn’t know quite how to react to it. And the way you’d kneel down when you had a serious conversation, it resembled how Regto spoke to him when he was younger. You were as spirited, wise, and as loving as he was. You understood him.

Your affection…it was familiar and foreign at the same time…

But he knew, no matter what happens on the long road ahead, he knew that he didn’t want to lose this kind of bond again. He can’t! He won’t! Regto may be gone but…he’ll still protect you, no matter what. He…he needs you—

“Rudo?” 

Rudo hadn’t realized his eyes were nearly dripping with tears when he heard a voice at his doorway. He looked up to see you, vision blurry. Trying frantically to blink it away, he turned his head to hide his face and hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve. 

“Y-yeah? What do you need?”

Quiet steps. He could feel your presence settling beside him, and with that, the clink of some plates being placed on the floor accompanied by the smell of dinner.

“Thought we’d eat together. And I wanted to make sure you get food in your stomach, I know how you sometimes get sidetracked with new items,” your voice was hushed, and you peered over at Rudo who was now looking down, his hair still shielding his face from your eyes. 

“But uh, were the things I grabbed that bad? I thought I did decent!-” You tried to joke, hoping to lighten the mood.

Silence, then a light punch to your shoulder from the boy. 

“Hey! What was that for?” “They weren’t bad, dumbass,” He muttered, still averting his gaze. “They’re plenty good…”

You chuckled, smiling slightly at seeing a somewhat colorful reaction from him. “Well that’s good to know at least.” A pause. 

“Are you ok though? Do you want to talk…? Or uh- would you like to be alone for now?—”

Your inquiry was cut off as you found yourself embraced. You blinked slowly, your body frozen from the sheer surprise. Rudo was actually…hugging you. He didn’t necessarily stop you from any of your affectionate touches before, but he never initiated them himself either, well, that is until now.

“Stay with me.” He managed to say, albeit his quiet voice was muffled from being buried in your shoulder. For a brief second, his father’s image flashed in his mind again, and he hugged you tighter, gloved hands clutching the fabric of your shirt like a lifeline. If only Regto could hug him just one more time…

Shaking off the surprise, your eyes softened and you brought your arms around him, gently rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

“I will, Rudo…”

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“W-wait wait wait! You really think I’m like a big sister?!” You gawked, eyes glistening with unshed tears from Rudo’s explanation of what was plaguing him, your plate left practically untouched.

The boy was now more relaxed after getting it off his chest, and he scooped a spoonful of his dinner into his mouth, glancing at you and perplexed by your reaction. “Yeah…kinda- Uh- Are you good?-” 

You sniffled, mouth parting to speak, but instead you end up bawling into your hands. 

“RUDOOO! I’m- hic- I’m honored!!” You bring yourself from your hands to hug him tightly again, jolting around the other Sphereite.

“H-hey! You’re gonna make me spill my food!--”

“You can call me big sister from now on, ok?!” “Wha- Hell no! I said you’re like a big sister, not that I'd actually call you that! Stop hugging me like a baby!!!” A tearful sob. “Shhh it’s ok, big sis Y/N is here for you, little bro!!”

“ARGH!” He groaned, shooting you a half hearted glare as he reluctantly relented to the onslaught of affection. He patted your head in an awkward attempt to console you. 

She’s the real baby here… 

A few days later.

“Alright! Time for a clean up!” You cheered, jumping out of the jeep and scanning the land ahead for the trash beasts.

“Ooo there’s a lot of them!” You glanced at Rudo and smiled as he took out one of the items you had brought the other day and transformed it with 3R. “Ready to kick ass baby bro?” 

He huffed lightly at the name. “Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with.” He took a step forward, only for you to hook an arm around his shoulders and tug him back.

“Heyyy, wait one second! You didn’t call me the name!” You frown, giving him a look.

Rudo looked puzzled momentarily before he bloomed red and shook his head, lowering his voice. “I am NOT saying that in front of them!”

“Yes you are! Come on!”

“Hell no!!” He scowled, trying to shove you off but you secured him in a tight bear hug. “G-get off me damn it!!!” 

“Nuh uh! Not until you say it, lil bro!” 

The boy’s eyes flicked to the other members of Team Akuta, who’ve caught onto the display and were watching with unbridled amusement. Panic surged, and inside he was battling between giving into your insistent nagging or holding onto his pride. The extra heckling and stifled laughs from the others did not do anything to help this embarrassing situation–

“Ohhh? Come on wittle bwo,” Enjin mocked with a shit eating grin. “Don’t be shy now! Humor us! What’s she want ya to say so bad, eh?”

That old bastard!!!

Rudo gritted his teeth, still struggling to push you off. “Shut up, all of you! I- I ain’t gonna say it!!!”

“Well you’re not fighting until you do!~” Riyo chimed in. 

Damn it, damn it all! 

“FINE! Let’s go kick those trash beasts’ butts…big sister,” He grumbled, before managing to break from your grasp and dart towards the battlefield to escape any more laughs and teasing from the others.

They were definitely not going to let him live it down anytime soon, were they? But he wouldn’t have it any different…He cherished the cleaners and of course, he cherished you. ♥️

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For your gachiakuta ship masterlist can you do tomme and tamsy🥹 this is my first time doing a request on tumblr so idk🥹💔🤞

HIIII!! :D I know this req is really late, im sorry!! :")

I'm not that far into the manga so I don't have the best grasp on Tamsy's character- I'm lowkey going based off what I think he's like 😅 I have seen some Tomme x Tamsy fanart which was nice!!

I shall give this ship a try with this short piece that's basically like their thoughts of each other!

°•~Yearning~•°

Content: 1.1k WC, Tamsy x Tomme, NOT ANIME FRIENDLY (Don't read unless you've seen Ch 92 at least), dark imagery/violence in tamsys part (tamsy is his own warning LMAO)

Note: Please no spoilers past ch 97 in the comments!!! Your girl lovelymankira is hella behind ik- IM SLOWLY READING MORE AUGOHWOUHGAWUHG

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Tamsy Caines

He was the epitome of beauty and elegance, Tomme believed. 

His voice was rich and smooth like honey, a song she wouldn’t mind listening to long into the depths of night.

And his hair, such a fine shade of gold and the most enchanting deep blue. Whether it was put high up or draped over his shoulders, the silky strands would often catch Tomme’s gaze and leave her craving to comb her fingers through the softness or style it for him in the quiet of her room.

And the way he held himself— How could one be so perfect in every movement? Each step, each turn, each glance. Everything he did felt refined with the grace one would imagine an angel to have. Even the way he moved on the battlefield was nothing short of flawless.

And his scars…though she knew nothing of their origin, they somehow only enhanced his loveliness.

Tomme absolutely adored him. All of him, from his appearance to his passion and dedication to his role in the Cleaners. She almost felt embarrassed with how often her eyes drifted to him when she thought he wasn’t looking. And what’s more? The lovesick girl had a sketchbook dedicated to catching his likeness! Dozens of sketches and doodles lined the paper from edge to edge, replicating the soft yet piercing gaze of golden eyes, the delicate way he held Tokushin, and each and every other detail of him she could remember.

But it wasn’t just candid sketches, no, they were also the physical manifestation of her daydreams. On one page was an image of his hand with hers, fingers intertwined. On another he held her face like a doting lover would...

Coupled with her adoration was a burning curiosity to discover more. For how long she’s been in the Cleaners, she could hardly say she knows him very well. His name, his taste for noodles and preference for loose clothing, sure, she has that down. But there's more she wants to figure out...

What makes him tick?

What makes him laugh the hardest?

What are his weaknesses?

What are his morals, his dreams, his motivations in life, his type of woman?—

Ah, she’s getting ahead of herself again! 

Sometimes Tomme asks herself a question: “Was this endless longing pointless?”

He’s always been reserved since she first met him, but even so, that doesn’t stop her heart from craving him. Her doubts were overshadowed by hope filled narratives—

Him twirling her around in a dance together to some soft, romantic tunes…

Him surprising her with her favorite sake just because he could, or him listening to her long rambles about her favorite topics.

Him looking at her with a soft smile and revering gaze. 

Him wanting her, loving her the way she loves him…

And despite the uncertain voice in the back of her head, determination shined brighter! She could break through those walls, see the real him.

There’s a chance for everything, right?

So she clinged to it, the idea he’d let her into his arms, his mind, his heart.

She won’t back down yet! What more is there to discover about Tamsy Caines?...

⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚

Tomme Mima

She was the epitome of pure. Pure, innocent, so sweet and…utterly clueless. 

Tamsy knew he had to maintain secrecy, to keep his hold on the strings he’s manipulated for so long, but the fact she looks at him — and yes he damn well knew — with that yearning stare, oblivious to his true nature, equally satisfied and infuriated him. 

He was pleased to be the center of her attention since he's had his eyes set on her for a while, but he couldn’t take action yet. He was forced to bury down any thoughts of her. 

But in the dead of night, those pesky fantasies resurfaced as he stared mindlessly at the ceiling.

He could recall the feeling of her hands as she patched him up one time, they were soft and gentle, as if handling a fragile bird. He had half a mind to allow himself to get swiped at by a trash beast just so he could bask in her touch once more— and maybe she’d hold his face for a while as she cleans a scratch on his cheek— but he held himself back. These ideas were not ideal right now. They could be an obstacle in his endeavors if he lets himself be consumed by that rabbit hole too soon.

And yet he’s already made himself vulnerable to these emotions. The gifts waiting for her in his nightstand are proof. It was only two for now: a silver bracelet with interchanging leaf and flower engravings that he found quite pretty…and a jeweled dagger he bought a while ago— Yeah. Tamsy Caines loved…in a way that is so uniquely him, that is. He figured the blade would be perfect to give her when he finally unmasks himself. Why? A silly question to ask! It was because she’d become just like him of course. He’s sure of it.

The image was clear: him clasping his hands around hers as he guides the blade deeper into her first kill. His eyes would twinkle with unbridled elation as he does, and he’d search her face for every expression.

Would she be as delighted as him? 

As drawn to violence and crave it as much as he did? 

Ah, a gorgeous crimson red would surely compliment her hazel eyes well!

Maybe she’d even take detailed notes as she learns more from him! Oh, how cute would that be? He did find it endearing how she often journaled down things of interest, be it trash beasts, facts she’s learned about her comrades, or simply random thoughts and curiosities she has. 

And after the first kill, he'd celebrate with some of the finest sake he could find for her! She did deserve the best after all…

Before he knew it, his lips had curved into a faint grin. Notions of what could— will come to be seem to make all else around him feel distant and insignificant. His mind illustrated memories that have yet to be sewn into the tapestry of their lives. 

Listening to her go on about historical events she’s learned (from the many, many books he definitely bought her)...Soothing late nights talking about random things…Enjoying a cozy meal that they both made together after an eventful day…

There were countless dreams, and all of them were beautiful. He longed for the time he finally would have her in his grasp and make her his, hold her and her pure heart close to him, and cultivate the unlocked darkness within her—

But alas, his current goals must be achieved before that can happen. He must wait.

He can and will wait.

He weaves his own fate, and his fate is undeniably with her. 

Tomme Caines…it has a ring to it, no? 

💜A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i have so much to work on- WISH ME LUCK CHAT I LOVE YALL <33333

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GUYS IM ALIVE!!!

BEEN HELLA M.I.A. CAUSE LOTS OF STUFF IRL BUT BEHOLD SPARKS FLY CH 2 CURRENT WORDCOUNT AHAHXHJXJDJZJZ

I know its been months but hey I didnt give up ok 😭✌️ it be tough behind the scenes fr fr <//3

Now uh...when will this be ready and out? Mmmm yeah i dunno 😅 Im still writing, gotta fill in gaps, then review and edit like a few times--- (also may draw something for it too) BUT ITS COMING OK?! I LOVE YOU GUYS IM SORRY FOR BEING INCREDIBLY SLOW 🐌 😔 JUST WANTED TO TELL YALL IM STILL HERE

Also reached 160+ followers-- GUYS? HOW? ME? 🥹 I LOVE YALL SO MUCH OML THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE 💜💜💜

AND DROP SOME STUFF IN MY INBOX CHAT!!! I might be hella slow but id still like to get small stuff out there at least! I know theres one thing in there at the moment for Gachi Ships and im brainstorming for it. But dont be afraid to put in some ideas!

ALSO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF EVERYONE OR ELSE ZODYLS GONNA FEED YOU ROACHES 😤😤

[lovelymankira]

i saw your august hcs and fell in love if you could would it possible to write hcs on his partner being labeled a crybaby by everyone and him comforting them about whatever their crying about I'm sorry if this makes no sense (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭 but thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it :") 💜

A crybaby. You’d long been accustomed to being associated with that label, and it was true. You did cry easily and you'd always been teased because of it, but luckily, you had the most precious person by your side to help you get through whatever came your way and loved you just the way you were: your boyfriend, August Stilza. To him, there was nothing wrong or odd about you. You were just you. And he absolutely loved you with all his heart...

Content: the fluffiest of fluff from Auggie and him being the most precious partner to you! :3

“There you are, my love!”

Whenever tears prick your eyes, it doesn’t take long before a familiar warm embrace surrounds you. Whether you seek him out, or if he finds you alone hiding away, August always manages to get to you when you’re crying. It's like his sixth sense to know when something is wrong!

August holds you close to him, both arms keeping you snug against his chest. His scent and warmth envelops you, and he presses a kiss to your temple before speaking softly, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous demeanor. 

“Baby, baby what’s wrong? Hey now, I’m here for ya, sweetheart…”

 With his voice in your ears and his presence against you, you could feel a calmness gradually take place.

“C’mon, talk to me, darlin…”

August would wait by your side for hours if it meant comforting you. He won’t leave until you’re heard and get everything off your chest. Until your breaths relax. Until he makes you smile that adorable smile he loves oh so much. He’d never let you leave his sight when you’re feeling down like this: that's an oath he made since he fell in love with you. It’s his duty to bring joy and comfort into your life!

The last bits of restraint keeping the flood of tears crumble. It takes a while, but when you can finally speak about what you were crying over, he listens attentively. One hand rubs your back while the other switches between stroking your hair soothingly or caressing your cheek. 

Even if you’re crying over something small, he’d always reassure you! 

“Hey! Remember, there ain’t nothin' wrong with sheddin’ your tears, no matter what it's from,” A kiss to the tip of your nose as August cups your face, thumb wiping away a tear, “Just makes you all the more precious to me, darlin!”

“Alright, now...initiating Mission: Smile!”

He always says this in times like these, and this could only mean one thing…buckle up and brace yourself because you're going to be smothered in affection! August has several ways of completing this mission and will do everything in his power to make you happy.

Sometimes he takes you on his motorcycle and rides into one of the nearby towns. He’ll spoil you with your favorite food and take you to marketplaces to go on a little shopping spree!

Other times, if you don’t feel like going out, he’ll grab a handful of snacks from the Cleaners HQ meal room (always making sure to get your favorite treats since he knows those by heart) and the two of you head towards his room. As soon as he kicks open the door, he tosses the treats on the bed, wraps both arms around you, and the two of you fall onto the bed together in a heap of small giggles. He cuddles up to you, putting on a cheesy comedy movie, and the two of you proceed to have a cozy night of laughs.

If you’re really interested in his designing chaos and love wearing his creations, another solution to this mission is August will take you to his workshop and dress you up in his latest projects, doting on how gorgeous and stylish you look! Or he’ll sit the two of you down and together you brainstorm some cute future threads he can create for you.

But one of his all-time favorite ways to paint a smile on your face is to dance with you, even if you’re reluctant at first. He turns on a radio, getting a song that he knows you like playing. He’ll start breaking out some funky moves and singing along (even fumbling some lyrics just to get a laugh out of you). A small smile curves onto your lips at his antics. When his hand reaches out for you to take, you hesitate, but he grabs it and yanks you to your feet anyways! “Ah ah ah! You’re breaking it down with me, whether ya like it or not! C’mere sweetcheeks, let's dance!!!” Before you know it, you’re being guided in a silly, nonsensical dance, just vibing to the music. Whatever had got you down was but a faint memory now as you dance and sing your heart out with him.

...

"Sweet dreams are made of cheese!~"

"Eh?! Its 'Sweet dreams are made of THIS,' not cheese!"

August grins before nudging you playfully. "Pfft nah! It's cheese! Sounds funnier- and cheese is the absolute BOMB! I mean if I dreamt of eating like- a GIGANTIC block of cheese, it would be pretty damn sweet ya know!"

"I- you-!" You can't help but clutch your stomach as you burst out giggling. "You're such a dork, August!"

"Well who am I to disagree?" He wiggles his brows and pokes your cheek. "But I'm YOURRR dork! Got that babe? And ya ain't EVER gettin' rid of me! Never ever ever!!!" He lifts you into his arms and starts peppering kisses all over your face with a delighted grin.

"Yeah yeah, my dork! And I love my dork," You chuckle and kiss his cheek after he sets you down.

"And I love you too! Every damn part of ya," He cups your face, looking at you with what could only be described as total adoration and love. All of your worries from earlier were long forgotten, replaced by a lightness only August could bring into your life.

...

You never know what’s next with August Stilza.

He always manages to surprise you when you least expect it. But what you do know is that you’ve been blessed with the most amazing partner out there, and you'd never have to shed your tears alone~ 🧡

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💜 A/N: im sorry for the lack of content yall (；ω；) Writer's block and lack of motivation has been hitting hard these past few months. But I did work on Sparks Fly! Ch 2's rough draft recently! Trying my best to get back in the groove >:")

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[unwerti]

Why doesn't anyone draw this duo of freaks..

[lovelymankira]

AHHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THE WAY I STARTED GEEKING OUT BECAUSE I LITERALLY LOVE JABBER X AUGUST SO FRICKEN MUCH AHJEJFKDKDD

THANK YOU FOR SERVING US I AM CONSUMING THIS ART NOMNOMNOMQJXKDMKD 😭💜🧡

[fozenpeas]

THE MAN THE MYTH THE LEGEND! this little mfer brings me so much needless joy! And everyones fanarts and fanfics with him are to die for!!! So i wanted to show my appreciation for everyones hard work with my own fanfic fanart!

Sparks Fly! By @lovelymankira inspired this one! Absolitely lovely fic cant wait for the sequel!

Inspierd by Sweater by @quackywrites! As a crocheter thank you. Thank you so much.

GOOFY GOOBER Thank you @pearilette for giving me an excuse to draw apple pie :))

If anyone sees this thank you and i 100% recommend checking out these fics cause theese people write really sweetly 10/10!

And heres the back ground if anyone wants to use it for their own fanarts!!

(p.s im very sorry if tagfing people is frowned apon on here ive only had tumber for about a week and dont know all the etiquette yet... Please forgive me...)

[lovelymankira]

BAWLING MY EYES OUT- EVERYONE LOOK AT ALL THESE GORGEOUS AUGUST PIECES FOZENPEAS MADE!!!

AND MY FIC SPARKS FLY GOT ITS OWN FANART?!?!? MY HEART CANT HANDLE ITTTT!! THE COLORS AND THE STYLE ARE JUST SO INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL ARGRHRHEJJEXKDK

IVE ALREADY PUT IT AS MY WALLPAPER ON MY PHONE AND TABLET AHHHHHHHRJAJAKD I LOVE YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU 😭🥹🥹💜💜💜

[lovelymankira]

Dispatch AU Janka Headcanons!

Content: Dispatcher!Zanka x Villain!Jabber, profanity, slight NSFW

💜 A/N: I initially wanted this to be longer but here’s this for now! I may make some additional posts over time. Thank you for waiting, my dears!~

And the more I think about, the more I want to work on a fic for Dispatch!Janka…i think I may do some small mini fics..over time…at a snail's pace lol

...Thinking of Zanka’s past and if I should incorporate the astral pulse has been difficult…but I have some vague ideas! Although I kinda want it to be more just Janka development and less fighting with enemies and whatnot---ya know?

Day to Day Chaos

The day Dispatcher!Zanka accepted this SDN job offered by his boss Enjin, he’d never know peace again. Hell, the first time he walked into a meeting room to get acquainted with the Z Team, there was a whole fight going on! And the chaos didn’t stop there. Each day was filled with someone getting hurt (namely Villain!Jabber simply because he enjoyed the pain) or some nonsense shenanigans that caused the failure of several calls.

It didn’t help that Jabber had taken one hell of a liking to — no — an OBSESSION with Zanka

Jabber often tries to use his toxins on him, dying to see how this cold dispatcher will react to his newest creations. This has resulted in a couple of physical altercations between the two. A few times, Jabber actually succeeded in using Mankira on the dispatcher and had a blast seeing Zanka paralyzed on the floor.

The only reason Zanka hasn’t cut Jabber from the team is because he swore he’d reform all these villains for Enjin, who's confident in Zanka's abilities for this job.

Even worse, Jabber’s obsession has led to him trying to get an idea of who Zanka was before he became a dispatcher. Which hero was he? Is he even stronger than he seems? While Jabber’s buzzing with excitement, Zanka has to be careful about the villain’s perceptiveness...

Surprisingly — yet also not — Zanka found a bit of a loophole. To get Jabber to actually do his best on missions, now and then he’ll fight Jabber after work as a “reward.” Weird as it was, it’s actually kind of efficient. And when the two are hand to hand with no weapons, it’s a pretty damn good match up.

Zanka doesn’t just have to deal with Jabber being a menace to him, but to the others as well. All too often does Zanka walk into the SDN to see Fu on the ground, once again paralyzed by Jabber’s neurotoxin. And Jabber tends to pester the others, begging them to fight him (luckily the Z Team doesn’t indulge in his insane ways).

Z Team’s Suspicions

With how often Zanka and Jabber get into fights, seeing bruises on them isn’t uncommon. However, one time Cthoni mentioned the tension those two have. Now it’s a running inside joke in the Z Team that their boy Jabber and the newbie dispatcher are getting it on behind the scenes. (But…how long will it be just a joke?~)

Zanka and Jabber insulting each other has also become such a normal occurrence that the others honestly think it’s their way of flirting. Well, for Jabber it very well could be---

Either way, they're lowkey rooting for Jabber...Go get that dispatcher, crazy boy!

Changes…

As time goes on and everything has really settled into Zanka’s new “norm,” his interactions with Jabber get more...odd. 

Thoughts begin to stray into unknown territory within the hectic realms of each of their minds, but neither entertain their relationship as anything more than simply a cold dispatcher and insane villain. At least…not yet, not willingly.

But even so, changes slowly begin whether they’re aware of it or not…

Dispatcher!Zanka who ends up keeping extra bandages and alcohol pads at his desk.

He knows how Jabber goes out of the way to get himself hurt on duty. Zanka questions why he cares so much about that idiot.

"It's just me making sure that bastard won't get his wounds infected...tsk. My team needs to be taken care of..."

Yet even those words feel bitter with secrets on his tongue.

Dispatcher!Zanka who thinks of Jabber after work a bit too often.

Like...watching a horror movie as he eats and thinking that Jabber would probably love it. He nearly chokes on his food and shakes his head frantically. "Get outta my head, damn idiot!"

Dispatcher!Zanka who notices how close proximity to Jabber starts to do funny things to him.

It was just another session of Jabber annoying Zanka, begging to spar once again. But Zanka's mind was preoccupied with the sheer proximity of their bodies. He was close. Too close. He could only hope that Jabber didn't see the blush blooming across his face.

Villain!Jabber who eventually picks up on Zanka’s schedule and waits outside the building to bug him, but not without a few snacks.

Throughout Zanka's time as his dispatcher, he’s seen how Zanka seems to forget to eat during the day sometimes

When questioned about it by the blonde, Jabber falters momentarily before sporting that familiar grin of his.

"Need you at full power, Mr. Bad Attitude! Give me a good beat down today, yeah?"

That's all...he's not bringing them for any other reason...totallyyyyy.

Villain!Jabber who lays in bed at night, staring at the ceiling as he keeps replaying Zanka's pissed off expressions whenever he riles him up.

The way his lips curl into an irritated scowl. The furious look in his deep blue eyes. Those eyes...they're quite nice to look at. Wait...what?

Villain!Jabber who gets patched up by Zanka when the medbay at the SDN is unavailabe.

He takes this time to relish every detail.

The way Zanka furrows his brows in concentration. The muttered scolding from him for getting injured again...

The oddly pleasant touch of his hands cleaning Jabber's wounds. The gentleness was foreign, and he found his heart beating erratically when the adrenaline of the mission had long worn off...

Bonus! Dispatcher!Zanka drawing by me on my art account here :D

💜 A/N: Also imagine Jabber singing "Im a bitch my names Zanka" im crying-

And i barely looked over this so sorry if theres any typing errors smauhgauwgba

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💜 ~ Important announcements/updates my dears!!! >:D

Topics:

Sparks Fly!: The Sequel?! Dispatch!Janka Update! Bro Santa Fics in the Future! Pinned Introduction Post Edits

Sparks Fly!

I'm ecstatic to finally announce I'll be making a sequel to the August x Reader fic Sparks Fly in the future! It's gotten so much love, and I was surprised by how many folks asked for a second chapter! 

I am quite busy at the moment so it will take an unknown amount of time (safe to say itll be a while 😅), but it will get done eventually! Thank you so much for all the love for that fic, you have no idea how much it means to me 🥹💜

Dispatch!Janka

Secondly~ I know its been a week since my initial post about the idea of Janka in the Dispatch AU! Apologies for being quite slow, but progress has been made for the headcanons! 

There's some ideas I have yet to think about in depth and will put a hold on for now, but I will put out some stuff I currently have this week or next week. Then, I may perhaps make several additional posts over time for the Janka Dispatch AU! 

Bro Santa Fics in the Future!

A while back I had gotten a request for Bro Santa fics, and now that I've seen more of him in the recent episodes (my gods I absolutely LOVE that man!), I am confident I'll write for him in the future! I have a few half baked ideas for possible short blurbs/fics already.

Edited my Pinned Introduction Post!

The previous Gachiakuta [Anime] Masterlist link on the Pinned Intro Post is now renamed Gachiakuta x Reader Masterlist

A new masterlist for Gachiakuta ships has been added for when I make ship content! Gachiakuta Ships Masterlist 

That concludes the news, dears! Thank you for reading and supporting my work! Love you all 💜 :"D

💜 A/N: YA LIKE THE COLOR GRADIENT HEADINGS? Ya girl learned some tricks ehehe >:3

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