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You: Falls first
Tamsy: Falls harder (and fucking hates it)
Kissing their scars ❤️🩹
—Only Gris, Follo, and Tamsy
Gris: Even if it's been healed, it's still his and his to bear. Gris pays no mind to it whenever he wakes. It never irks him, saddens him, or anything; he's naturally a calm person, so minor inconveniences are just lessons learned. You, however, can't shake it. Besides the one on his stomach—barely shown unless he pulls off his shirt—it's the one in his eye you're curious about. While small, it's over a vital organ; he could've been blind in that eye. So how did he gain it? What brutal attack did he survive?
After pondering for a bit, you shifted your head off his chest, leaving the heartbeat to cure potential heartache. Blue eyes follow you for a bit.
"You ok?"
You merely hummed. Soft lips press against a thin fold of skin, brushing the coarse. Eyelashes tickle your chin, and he chuffed.
"How did you get it?" Your eyes trace the bumpy tissue like a textbook.
Gris quietly sighs. "It's a long story."
You kissed his temple, awaiting the story behind it all.
Follo: When you heard what happened to Follo, time stood still. What do you mean he almost fell to his death? Forget the fact that he was practically fought a child out of spite, forget the damn fact he became a Giver, he could've DIED for fuck's sake!!
My God, were you such a nuisance in the infirmary? You chastised him, Rudo, Gris, Tamsy, whoever else was in the fucking room. Your pretty boy had to calm you down before things got any worse; he did apologize about worrying you, but he did quip about your erratic behavior.
But that was back then, this is now, when Follo just used your shower to clean off the excruciating mission and was feeling a little too lazy to cover his torso, showing off that wicked scar on his stomach. Kintsugi, to rebuild, celebrate imperfections and resilience; you've seen those pots and cups sealed together with literal gold gleaming on the windowsill of some granny. He looked beautiful while remaining true to himself. And you loved that. You held his waist, making him yelp a bit.
"You're hands are cold." He chuckles.
You giggled. "Sorry." Your thumb pads the coarse, blushing flesh. Your lips peck the dryness, causing him to giggle and flinch a little.
"That tickles~." God, he was adorable. You straddle his waist to finally reach the marks on the temple, honoring each and every one.
"I'm still sorry about what happened."
"You weren't there, and you only heard half of the story."
"The worst half." You chuckled.
The two of you ended up cuddled in bed.
Tamsy: To call scars iconic is a strange term. Yes, there's obviously more to Tamsy than just his scars, but they're the most notable features. Not to mention the mystery behind them. He refuses to tell even an ounce about them, playing coy for the thrill of your frustration. And yet, you trace them as if you're reading braille, trying to find any clues. All you had were their burn marks, nothing more. But what could've caused such blemishes to occur, something so violent that it would almost have mauled his entire body?! Tamsy rather you curb your curiosity before you end up spiraling into insanity for something so plain. They don't hurt, so it doesn't really matter. Now, calm down before you pop a blood vessel.
Like a sycamore tree, tender patches blot his skin with benign refuge. The one over his eye is the one you keep tabs on, considering you keep getting lost in his eyes. And lucky you, the summer heat kept his pajama shirt unbuttoned~, meaning maximum exposure to his scars. The bleached-blonde soughs and squirms like a cat, urging you to haul yourself over him. He chortle.
"Oh, and what are you~ doing?"
"Nothing."
You've learned how to be coy, too. Hands bind around your neck, pressing you towards his chest. Your kisses color the bistre skin. Stomach churning slightly underneath the sweetness. He coos all columbine.
"That's what the fuss is about?"
You don't answer, snogging into his neck. Goosepimples bloom from wheat-colored skin; he could get used to this. Your lips rise, landing the final blow right over his eyelid. Your high was over, scanning the entire territory in just one instance.
"Had fun?" You giggled, unable to control yourself, "good, now it's your turn~."
Restless nights pt.2
Tamsy X Gender neutral!Reader
After your call with Tamsy the other night you still had the fear of dreaming about that nightmare. So, you decided to request Tamsy to come visit your room for a sleepover.
Contains: Alot of fluff this time, slow burnish, minor angst. Of two people, one of them is touch starved. Mentions of substance abuse. Mutual pining cuz why not?
Major manga spoilers chapter 92 and 110+ at the end
A/N: This is part 2! If you haven't read part 1 here's the link! Go read that one and then come here when you're done :3
Restless nights pt.1
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Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your alarm clock, and you reached out to turn it off. You don't remember when you dozed off, but it was the best sleep you've had in a while. The nightmare that came to terrorize you didn't come for the second time, and you didn't use any sleeping pills.
It surprised you how a single late-night call with Tamsy was able to cure you. But you weren't sure if those nightmares were completely gone or just decided to give you some mercy for a change.
You remembered there was one sleeping pill left, and decided to go to the infirmary for more. You found a few injured cleaners, and Eishia is treating one of them.
Hello, may I request tamsy and gn reader going on a mission together and getting stuck in a sandstorm so they decide to wait it out in a abandoned building but they get a little carried away while killing time? Thank you!!
WHEN DANGER ARISES
꒰ Hani’s notes ꒱ : this shouldn’t have taken me so long it’s quite literally been a month I wasn’t motivated to finish this at all so that’s why it’s rlly short 🙁 sigh..anyways. Tamsy would LOVE Deftones and I put that on my soul…go my headcanon go… 624 words.
Being trapped in an abandoned building with Tamsy—of all people—was certainly not on your bingo card. Yet here you were. Maybe it was the universe’s way of mocking whatever you and Tamsy had going on? Perhaps, if you were in its good graces, it might throw you a bone—
“Could you stop staring at me like that? It’s disturbing,” you said, Tamsy’s gaze had been fixed on you for quite a while.
“Staring at you like what?” He tilted his head with a low hum slipping past his lips. The way he turned his head was almost owl-like, his gaze sharp, as if staring right through you, prying at something beneath skin and bone.
“Like…never mind.” You waved a hand dismissively, adjusting the red choker around your neck as if it had suddenly tightened in his presence.
You turned your head to the sound of the wind howling outside, the sandstorm wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
Creak…
imagine… being just as deranged as tamsy, perhaps even more than him in certain areas.
he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger, that his threads have you secured.. you’re just another toy for him to play with & use when necessary. in his pov, you’re utterly clueless, just like everyone else.
in reality, he’s already stuck in the center of your web. he thinks you don’t see beneath the surface.. you do, but what fun is it if you close the curtains on the play so soon? you let him have his fun, because the deeper he falls into the illusion of being in control, the harder it’ll be to pry himself from the silk holding him.
you’re akin to a spider, in the sense that you let your prey come to you. you don’t need to coax them over, their own attraction & motives do the job for you.
eventually, you decide to meet him halfway. just to give him a little.. fright.
when his gaze lingers subtly, you abruptly look his way. he averts his gaze.
when he pulled that stunt back at amo’s tower? that sadistic grin is hiding beneath the gas mask, but you notice. there’s an ever-so slight crinkle at the corners of his eyes. he thinks he’s slick.
he’s not.
“having fun, sweet tams?” you murmur from behind, & he chooses to ignore the way his pulse leaps.
when he has his arm hanging out the window on the drive back (iykyk)? you approach him about it later, eyes narrowed with mischief.
“how’s that thread holding up?”
he almost chokes mid-drink.
with all of this & more in mind, tamsy reconsiders his initial assessment of you. you’re dangerous, but to what extent? perhaps.. he needs to keep a closer eye on you.
oh, if only he realized sooner just how deep into the spider’s nest he’d ventured.
𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐓
gn reader x tamsy caines · words 1.9k
𐂥 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 · · · reposted, so lowkey do not perceive me. title is quite literally the plot. tamsy has weird feelings towards you. likewise. reader described by him as awkward. a very subtle case of mutual pining. ropes and bruises are involved, but it’s completely sfw! just a casual day with other characters mentioned. spoiler-free — there are some hints tho. maybe a pinch of clueless flirting, but only if you squint lol
There are many unexpected mornings at the Cleaners’ HQ. A fact that no one dares to undermine, a reality that greets them all with every new day.
If not a sudden attack of the trash beasts, then maybe Delmon hitting his toe against the bed and screaming at the top of his lungs, or Enjin coming back from the city after a frivolous night and stumbling into every obstacle because he’s certain that another love of his life just decided to end their relationship (how long has it been this time? Barely a month?), or Follo and Gris hitting the clogged pipes with every tool they have in the bag because someone messed up the hydraulics and there’s already a queue of people wanting to use the bathroom.
Yes, there are many unexpected mornings at the Cleaners’ HQ. Tamsy is well aware of the antics and misunderstandings happening between the members, but at least he’s glad that usually no one bothers anyone until they leave their rooms — pitiful is what awaits after one decides to venture out on the corridor and is not ready for the challenge. But it’s his day off work, so he can enjoy the solitude of the cosy four walls of his private corner in peace.
❤︎ ‧₊˚ Passion
• ꒰ CONTENT ꒱: based off this request, vague spoilers about Tamsy, might be ooc, not proofread. 2.5k
• ꒰ PAIRING ꒱: Idol!GN!Reader x Tamsy
• Hani’s notes : this shouldn’t have taken me so long but then again I did have testing for a whole week so no wonder 😅
Tamsy owed his existence to the universe.
To the red string that tugged at his wrist, an unperceivable force pulling him towards his other half. The only person he was ever meant to find.
He never believed in fate until that invisible pull led him to you—until that gut feeling hit him, a familiar presence, it felt like a memory of a life he didn’t remember living. Like a truth you’ve known all your life but only just remembered.
But who were you, really?
A new day, a new beginning, with the same dream.
“Thank god I have a day off” He groaned, burying his face into his hands. The weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. This exhaustion wasn’t just from work—it was from this so called ‘nightmare’ of a dream. Hearing the same voice attached to an unknown face, Over and over again, It was starting to get under his skin, bothering him more than he cared to admit.
If this was his body’s way of telling him ‘hey man something’s really off you might want to get checked out’ or that déjà rêvé bullshit then it had a terrible sense of timing. Honestly, He might have appreciated a clearer signal.
But unfortunately, he couldn’t stay daydreaming in bed pondering about his troubles. Not like it was helping in the first place. He had business to attend to.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his joints popping in protest as he stretched, fatigue lingering where it wasn’t welcomed. He slid into his slippers and walked over to his mirror, blowing a few strands of hair out of his face. Frowning at the reflection that looked just as exhausted as he felt. He adored his hair, but sometimes it was a hassle to care for. Especially when it tangled into stubborn knots that would leave his scalp aching.
The radio suddenly switched to a news broadcast. Tamsy barely registered what the reporter was saying, something about an idol fan meeting. He must’ve forgotten to turn it off last night. His fingers were already reaching for the dial to switch it to music. Maybe Deftones. Anything to distract himself.
Then he heard it.
A clear, bright-like voice. It cut through the static and the silence of his room.
His hand stopped mid-motion. Debating whether or not to listen in or to spare himself from the news reporter’s babbling session. Perhaps it was instinct, like his brain already knew he’d regret it in the future. (Mymo the OPP.)
So he stayed. He listened. Willingly.
“I’ll be in town giving autographs for any fans who’d like to come! Hope to see you all there! ♡ ”
His breath caught in his throat as he choked on his own saliva.
That voice.
The same one that keeps him up on sleepless nights, the same soft touch tracing the scar on his face like they had every right to, like he was something delicate. Porcelain. But attached to a face he could never fully remember but could never forget either. Like hearing a memory he wasn’t supposed to have.
“My my, Lucky me.”The words slipped out before he even realized he’d spoken them.
So you were here. On the ground. In his reach.
And most importantly? You were a real person, not something his mind decided to
He could almost feel the invisible string tug at his wrist, just like those nights. But more sharp this time, impatient even.
He wasn’t one to believe in faith. But you might make him change his belief.
Tamsy didn’t waste any time.
Well…he technically didn’t
He did take a few liberties snooping around in town to see if there were stores worth looking at. Just to keep himself busy. He somehow ended up buying Semiu a stack of magazines along the way.
He twirled a strand of his hair absently around his finger, letting his mind drift as he examined each storefront. Nothing particularly caught his interest—except, perhaps, the bakery.
The scent of fresh bread and sweets drew him in, the aroma was warm and pleasant. Like a home-cooked meal after a long, exhausting day.
His eyes wander along the display of diverse pastries, he could grab a cake. Yeah. Good idea. But why stop there? He could get you something for a first meeting, no?
The thought made him frown. How absurd. He didn’t even know you, nor did you even know him, and yet the idea stubbornly settled in his mind. Tarts. Maybe you like tarts. Maybe a strawberry one. Or a chocolate one. He shook his head, muttering under his breath. “Annoying.”
He ended up leaving with the cake he’d already decided on getting, and two tarts….just because he couldn’t choose. The idea of leaving one behind felt wrong in a way he couldn’t explain. Nor did he care enough to.
The more he walked on the streets, the more crowds started forming. At first, he hadn't thought about it. Just clusters of people coming from the same direction, chatter growing louder.
Then the area came into view. Staff members were already beginning to pack up equipment. The excitement of the crowd had dimmed, a clear signal of an event coming to its end.
Tamsy slowed his steps.
Already?
you’re secretly as crazy as he is
pairing: tamsy x (slightly unhinged) cleaner! reader
desc: based off of this post i made. reader is pretending to be someone they’re not & tamsy notices. (manga spoilers if you squint, tamsy’s personality is mentioned)
tw: mentions of violence (and possible mental illness?)
wc 1.1k
not proof read
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a/n: i literally wrote this to indulged myself because i love that evil little man. also pls be kind i haven’t written ff in like 5yrs.
୨୧ ㅤִㅤׄ you so crazy. I think I wanna have your baby !.ᐟㅤׄㅤִ
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : You’re drunk. Like, a way that you're really, really gone. And somehow you suddenly end up blurting out the most unserious “confession” ever.. (the title ok..?) ᥫ᭡ — 𝐟𝐭. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐙𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐆𝐍) ⠀(𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 .ᐟ) — (𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢)
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !? : very short ass DRABBLE tenks.HELP. Slightly suggestive, drunk “confession”, reader is drunk n lowki clingy as fuck n uhm fluff! Kasi bait ko ngayon😘💗 they aren't dating but like eachothar :3
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 490
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Enjinㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
Enjin freezes mid-laugh, his eyes widen, smile slowly faltering like someone just pressed pause. Then his ears and cheeks go dusted pink.
“Wha— what did you just—?” he chokes, grin twitching.
“I— don't think that's how you confess..”
You only giggle loudly, looping your arms around his and leaning against his shoulder. Enjin's heart is gone. He's red from ear to ear, mumbling something how you can't just drop that line like it's casual while trying not to melt at the way you cling to him.
He spends the next five minutes trying to act normal, obviously failing miserably.
But when you laugh again, soft and tipsy and pressed too close, he smiles despite how much he tries to play it cool, he's hopeless for you already.
“You're unbelievable..” he says quietly, voice dipping into something real, something tender.
“But... Don't take it back, okay?”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Zanka Nijikuㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
You slur it mid-laugh, and the glass almost slips out from Zanka's hands.
“...You're out of your damn mind,” he mutters, but his ears are glowing red.
He tries to brush it off—rolling his eyes, as he takes another sip, pretending it didn't fluster him.
Then you tug on his sleeve and rest your head on his arm, mumbling something about how he smells nice.
Zanka immediately stiffens, then exhales through a quiet laugh, hand hovering awkwardly before resting atop yours.
When you fall asleep on his shoulder later on, he can't stop the small smile tugginf at his lips.
“Crazy,” he whispers, “but maybe, I don't mind..”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Tamsy Cainesㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
For a second he just stares at you blankly, Tamsy bursts out laughing. Like wheezing, nearly-doubling-over laughing.
“Ohh, you're bold tonight.” he teases, slyly grinning.
“Say that again when you're sober, and I'll see if I believe you.”
You poke at his cheek, slurring something about him being no fun before looping both of your arms around his neck and refusing to let go.
Tamsy just chuckles, one hand steadying you by the waist, the other brushing away drops of spilled drink from your chin.
“You're a mess,” he remarks, voice way softer than he intends it to be. “Lucky for you, darling, I don't mind cleaning up messes.”
You hum lazily against his shoulder, and he huffs out a laugh—pretending it doesn't make his chest ache a little.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀♡ ۪ ݁ ! Gris Rubionㅤ۪ ౨ৎ
He blinks. Once. Twice.
“...What?”
You're giggling too hard to repeat yourself again, already clutching the front of his jacket and leaning onto him for balance.
He looks both concerned and slightly panicked but clearly flustered. His hands hovering like he's not sure whether to steady you or run away.
“You shouldn't say things like that,” he mutters, voice low. “Not unless you mean it..”
When you pass out a minute later, still clinging onto him while drooling, he sighs, pulling his jacket over around your shoulders.
“... Crazy,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only the night hears,
“I think I wanna have you in my life, too.”
ᥫ᭡ — 𝐀/𝐍 : wow enjin u guys arent eben datinf n u wana make that confession true?? Ok?? Yes please BYE anywyas irs lowk rushed who cares its js a short drabble to make up for the angst ig..? HELP the title is a lyric from whatta a man by salt-n-pepa LOL 911 eddie ref 👅👅putangjna goodnight its like 1am rn.
˚ ִֶָ 💗 — @tessoooq
Husband!Tamsy, who lets you closer than he does anyone else. You wake up in the morning to him sitting numbly on the bed, looking through the open balcony with a stare that shows he’s clearly not there. But instead of judging, you brush your hand agaisnt his gently, shifting in the bed enough so that he knows youre awake beforehand, not wanting to stradle him. After a while your hand moves from his hand up to his hair, gently tugging the long locks away as you press a kiss to the nape of his neck. How grateful he is for you no words could describe.
as a req: how do you think the gachiakuta guys (zanka, whoever else you think would react) would feel about reader touching/messing with their hair? either playfully or more than that,,
hihi! i love this actually!!! i tried not to write toooooo much bcs i still have part 2 of caught red-handed to write (which i finished the first character for :3) i also fear i may have played favourites when writing this :/ dont get me wrong i love them all but writing zanka just comes so easily to me!!! maybe its because i most of my drafts rn are obey me x reader and i write mammon similar to zanka but idk
warnings: fem!reader, mix of bullet points and actual text, spoilers for gachiakuta (nothing major, just a warning for those who haven't finished the Ground Wanderer/Raider Trap arcs), not beta read we die like regto
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i feel like zanka would ADORE IT. he'd act like he doesnt actually care whether you do it or not, but every night he spends in your room instead of his (which is almost every night at this point), hes laying his head on your chest expectantly
you could be doing literally ANYTHING ELSE, and he'd try to get you to play with his hair. but, unlike OTHERS ON THIS LIST (ENJIN.), he will never outright ask you to do it. its up to your understanding of zanka-nese to decipher the code.
Zanka entered your room with an exhausted sigh. All day he had been running around doing something or another. First it was a mission to the outskirts of No Man's Land with Riyo and Rudo, and then, just as he got back, he was pushed him out the door yet again to handle some out-of-sorts Raiders. He didn't even have the time to wash the mud off his boots between the two events. "Oh," You looked up from your book at your boyfriend walking through your door. Gently setting it on the bedside table, you opened your arms to him. Zanka wasted no time in shucking off his shoes and falling into your arms. But, to his dismay, you pick up your book again. You don't bother to even spare him another glance. He tried slithering his head into your view once more, but you only adjusted your hold on that stupid book. Because of course you did. You couldn't spare your boyfriend even a second of your attention. "What is it?" You grinned as you finally lifted your book after he nudged you for the umpteenth time, "Is something the matter?" "...It's nothin'." Zanka responded bluntly. Now, he was sulking into your chest, much to your confusion, "If ya don't get it, then it ain't worth it." You raised an eyebrow at that. He must mean that it was obvious, right? So what could it be? What was something that happened frequently enough for him to be like this over it? But then, it dawned on you. You had this ritual, where the night he came back from particularly tough jobs, you'd read him a chapter or two from your current book while playing with his hair. Today must have been one of those days, and his pride was too large to admit it. You tried hard to stifle your knowing giggle, which only caused Zanka to grow redder. You let go of your book with your left hand, wandering it into your boyfriends' hair. It was smooth to the touch, and carding your hands through his locks felt impossibly soft. This was what Zanka wanted. He was just glad that you noticed in time.
❤︎ ‧₊˚ admiring his scars !
“You’re awfully concentrated on my scars, do they interest you that much?” Tamsy’s voice was soft, like a lover’s caress. Your fingers grazed his chin, your touch sending goosebumps down his spine as he hummed in content. He tilted his head up so you could get a closer look, his fingers beckoning you closer like a puppeteer tugging on strings—or rather silk unraveling from a spool.
“How did you get them? They look like burn marks” you ask curiously, but he didn't answer right away. He let the silence stretch for a while until a slow smile spread across his face. “You're a curious one, aren’t you? Well, that’s for me to know…and for you to find out.”
Your brows furrowed, you knew better to pry, especially when it was with someone like Tamsy. For someone who kept you so close to his side, he sure was secretive about himself. Always dangling the truth just out of your reach.
“Besides,” He spoke softly, his smile not faltering even for a bit. “you need to stop asking so many questions. That’s a dangerous trait of yours… one that can get you in a lot of trouble.”
His fingers brushed over your hand, guiding it away from his chin with infuriating gentleness. He allowed his fingers to intertwine with yours giving them a faint squeeze as he spoke “Now, let’s not spoil the mood, hm?”
hiii have u heard of gachiakuta? i think you’d like tamsy or at least be interested in him!!
pretty — tamsy caines
summary. tamsy caines finds that every inconvenient and unwanted interaction with you twists his useless heart tighter around the spindle of your own poisoned affections.
notes. i watched this show because of this ask and then i went ahead and read the whole manga. tried to capture tamsys inner evil twink persona here. it was either this thing i wrote on a whim or he chases you around with a mask and a knife. no idea how to write this punk.
warnings. tamsy being evil™, mentions of vomit, you’re referred to as “pretty,” you wear heels (very important to the plot), otherwise gender neutral reader, tamsy being 23 years old, literally just everything wrong with tamsy, near death experience, this guy sucks straight up, slight manga spoilers though i tried to keep them minimal and vague.
Tamsy Caines is obsessed with you.
Initially he dismisses the feeling. He’s all too familiar with obsession and its many ugly and invigorating forms. He’s obsessed with his hair, he’s obsessed with a certain shiny gold star from team Akuta, he’s obsessed with obtaining as many piercings as possible, he’s obsessed with the way you walk–
He glares at the radio clock on his bedside table. It’s that stupid host prattling on about the weather — and seriously, why can’t the stupid guy just play some real music?
heyyyyy, noticed your gachiakuta masterlist was a little empty so now it's my mission to fill it up ✌️ request for the day: tamsy caines! Idk how to word this but could we get a reader who has a huge crush on tamsy and was really close with him but when we realised our crush we began avoiding him and he doesn't like it so being the t*msy that he is he schemes scenarios where we are stuck with him. Take your time! No pressure!
-from: idk imma fill up ur masterlist tho
Mission: Forced Proximity
Characters: Tamsy Caines Type: Oneshot, Gn!Reader
In which Tamsy doesn't take your sudden avoidance so lightly
Warnings: minor spoilers? (Tamsy's personality) it's very vague so I don't think it counts much
dude! — tamsy caines
summary. tamsy buys you a drink and offers you more of his attention than you probably deserve.
notes. very tamsy pilled rn. i feel like this is not that good but it had to come off of my chest or i’d die. this guy is actually extremely difficult to write for.
warnings. tamsy caines agenda posting where his interpretation of a small crush is severely warped, smoking, drinking, innuendos & sexual references, drug mentions, nothing actually happens you’re just kind of a freak.
“Dude, I didn’t know you drank!” you beam. There’s a light buzz in your head. The shot from earlier would probably be the culprit. You’d downed it with your nose plugged, but you’d beaten Follo and Tomme easily. Tomme could only stomach half a shot glass, and Follo was so struck by the taste that he’d almost passed out at the counter.
The bar is loud, but you don't mind. It’s better when it drowns out everything. Every so often someone comes along to distract you from the unconscious swaying in your seat. Gris was usually always up for a chat, but tonight he was preoccupied with a few rounds of poker at the men’s table. The testosterone table. Real manly. Strip poker.
“Got tired of losing?”
“As a matter of fact,” Tamsy starts defensively, “I only had to take off my tie.” He sighs. Sure enough, his blue tie is looped around the ruffled collar of his shirt. “But poker isn’t really my thing.”
So I have a Gachiakuta request for you, could you please write reader who’s Rudo’s bio mom? Like Rudo being hated for being a son of a murderer, reader gets hated for being the wife of a murderer. But instead of showing her anger like Rudo does, she just fake smiles, which I think would be interesting cuz Rudo doesn’t know how to smile properly while his mom does but always hiding sadness behind it (which Rudo and Regto knew). Can you do this please?
The big Sin
N/A: GUYS, I'm still alive. I'm feeling better since I got sick and I'm finally getting back to writing. Also, credits to the header used here to whoever it belongs to!! I'm actually not sure if this should be with a mom!reader being thrown to Terra as well or keeping it before that. I decided to do this last one of mom!reader being thrown.
cw: mention of murder, harassment, violence, angst
You hadn't expected anything of what your husband did. You didn't expect him to be accused of murder, and the second most horrible day of your life was watching him being thrown into the abyss while people rejoiced that your husband had been thrown. Your son was still so small when that happened and suddenly you found yourself in the situation of being a single mother. With the stigma of being the wife of an alleged murderer, things became much more complicated, but fortunately you met Regto, who was a decent man and became a great support for you and a father to your son.
Over time, you had become accustomed to smiling and enduring every time someone insulted you or murmured too loudly about you. On several occasions, women had slapped you, saying that you should have paid for your husband's sins and that you shouldn't be there. Despite all that, you just smiled and left in silence.
When your son began to show his violent tendencies, you had to become much more submissive. You lowered your head and apologized, gave apologetic gifts, and anything else you could do. You tried hard to keep the difficulties away from Rudo. You thought you could give Rudo a decent life despite everything and that things would be alright as long as they were together, but things exploded at the worst moment.
There had been a series of robberies in the wealthy area, and many victims had given vague descriptions of the assailant. No one had paid much attention until one of those robberies ended in an assault that left a woman seriously injured. Suddenly the descriptions had become more solid, and it turned out it was a woman who looked like you. People quickly assumed it was you.
"Of course it's her. She's the wife of a murderer, it's not surprising that she's a delinquent too."
"Your son is so violent but there's nothing else that child can be, having parents like that."
"Those bastards from the tribe never learn"
All kinds of comments were heard, and none of them were good. You had spent all that time smiling, apologizing, and bowing your head to try to prove that you and your son were innocent and would never commit any crime. They didn't even have a solid basis to claim you were the assailant, but they definitely wouldn't listen. They had spent too much time looking for an excuse to punish you for a crime they believed you also had to pay for.
And even so, you couldn't give up so easily. How could they fire you when you had a little one waiting at home. You couldn't allow them to fire you but you could only beg.
"Please! I can't leave my son alone! I didn't commit all those crimes, you have to believe me"- You pleaded again and again but it seemed they weren't going to back down. They saw a guilty person and didn't plan to be lenient. Even so, they threw you without further ado. As you fell, the only thing you could think about was Rudo and how guilty you felt for leaving him. You thought about how confused he would be when he saw that you weren't coming home, and that broke your heart.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a place full of mountains of garbage and a horrible stench. Your logic told you that this place was not exactly safe and that breathing that nauseating air was not good, so you took a cloth you had and tied it on to avoid breathing that air as much as possible.
"Where am I supposed to be?" - You looked around everywhere but saw nothing but trash around you. Still, you were desperate to return, so you started walking even if you didn't have a clear direction.
You were walking for a long time and saw no end to the mountains of garbage. You didn't see anything that looked like a city either, nor was there anyone who could help you, but you continued walking anyway. After another long time walking, you managed to faintly see a tall figure, so you quickened your pace. Something in you told you it could be dangerous, but at that point, nothing mattered anymore. You would do anything to get back to your son.
The figure quickly noticed you and approached. You noticed he was wearing a mask to be in that area without breathing the air. As you got closer, you noticed a tall man with dark skin and thick black hair tied in a high ponytail. He was also wearing a strange uniform with an emblem that you couldn't decipher what it was.
"Miss, what are you doing here? It's a dangerous area" the man said as he helped you balance yourself, as you seemed exhausted after walking so much.
"Yo! I fell here! I have to get back to my son" - You explained quickly, and it was obvious you were desperate. The man was struck by the fact that you specifically said you had fallen, but he figured he could talk about it later. He explained that they were in a dangerous area and that they had to get out of there. He also introduced himself as the boss of the cleaners and told you his name was Corvus. He took you to an old building and from there to his office, where he offered you clean clothes and something to drink and eat. He gave you a moment to calm down and explain the situation.
You explained to him where you came from and how you had gotten there. You told him that you have a son named Rudo and that you had to go back to him. Corvus listened to you attentively and then explained to you where you were, the things about Terra and the Sphere that you needed to know at that moment. He also explained the work of the cleaners.
"But..."
"Miss, I'm sorry to tell you that I don't know how to get back up."
You felt an unpleasant tightness in your chest when you heard that he didn't know how to help you, but you couldn't get angry with him because after all he had helped you in that dangerous area.
"I understand, I appreciate it..."
Even so, Corvus didn't feel happy leaving you adrift. He thought it was cruel for a mother to be separated so unpleasantly from her child.
"Even so, I ask that you allow me to help you"
He knelt in front of you and extended his hand.
"I would like you to be reunited with your son."
You jumped and froze for a few seconds. It's been years since anyone offered you help or spoke to you so kindly besides Regto. Your eyes filled with tears and you accepted his hand while lowering your head and sobbing.
"I appreciate it a lot..." - Now you felt a little more hopeful of being able to see your son again
i like to imagine Wanderer always carry her like a sack of potatoes when making an escape like "No. We are not doing this." no matter how badly he wanna stomp the enemies into the ground, to turn them into the pathetic worms they are