HIYAAAA!! Idk if youve already done this but i think a really cute scenario to write about would be gachiakuta characters reacting to their s/o wearing said characters shirt or any peice of clothing!! Like the character walks into readers room, reader gets embrassed maybe a lil teasing comes from character who just walked in IDK UP TO YOU COMPLETELY!!! o(^o^)o
A/n: sorry this took so long doing one thing at a time. Any thanks for the love and support. And I saw Too Lily for the first time on pinterest and wow... No idea what her role is in the story but wow..
Summary: this has, Tamsy Caines, Arkha Corvus, Enjin, Follo, Zanka, Jabber Wonger, bonus Zodyl
You really didn't want Follo to leave on another mission. It was going to be a long one, and you wanted to keep him around... even if it was only for a few more minutes.
As he finished getting ready, you quietly snatched his hat with his goggles and slipped away to the break room, "hiding" in the corner.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
"I swear I left it in my room..."
Follo looked around, scanning the room until his eyes landed on you.
More specifically, on his hat sitting proudly on your head.
"...Hey.. That's my hat."
You immediately grabbed the brim, holding it in place
You stood up, clearly preparing to bolt if he came any closer.
He blinked in confusion before laughing.
"Huh? What do you mean, 'no'? Just give it back." He walked over with an amused smile. "I'll even trade you a kiss for it."
You pretended to think it over, tapping your chin dramatically.
"...A kiss? I guess that's a pretty good trade."
You pulled the hat off and handed it back to him.
He took the hat, set it back on his head, then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.
When he pulled away, he smiled.
"If you really want something of mine, just take one of my shirts next time." He chuckled, adjusting his goggles. "I don't mind."
August never really wore anything besides his work outfit, so there wasn't much you could steal even if you wanted to.
So, naturally, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
You were already curled up in bed, barely keeping your eyes open, when your bedroom door creaked open
It was August, holding a bundle of something in his arms.
"Heyyy! Don't mind me. Just go back to sleep. I'm only here to deliver the goods!"
Too tired to question him, you simply rolled over.
"Okay... love you..." you mumbled before drifting off.
"Love you too," he whispered with a grin.
While you slept, August quietly got to work.
Morning came far too quickly.
You stretched with a yawn, noticing your bed was messier than usual probably because August had apparently taken a quick power nap beside you after dropping by.
You shuffled over to your dresser to grab a shirt.
"...This isn't mine either."
One by one, you pulled them out.
Every single shirt in your drawer had been replaced with one of August's.
You couldn't help but laugh.
That sneaky little lovebug.
Honestly... you didn't really mind.
You slipped one of his oversized shirts on before heading out to find him.
He was exactly where he always was.
"Auguuust~," you sang, drawing out his name.
His eyes traveled from your face down to the shirt you were wearing before a huge grin spread across his face.
"WOW! Looking good, babe!"
He didn't even try to hide how pleased he looked.
You smiled, shaking your head.
"Thanks... but... where are my actual shirts?"
Without missing a beat, August casually looked away and went right back to what he had been doing.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"They mysteriously disappeared."
"They may have been... replaced."
He finally looked back at you, trying and failing not to laugh.
"They look better on you than they do on me!"
You let out a dramatic sigh.
"This is going to be a very long conversation, isn't it?"
Arkha stepped out of his office for a bit, he was going to stretch his legs, chat with a few people, and maybe steal himself a snack while he was at it.
The second he disappeared, you wandered into his office.
Your eyes immediately landed on his jacket draped over the back of his chair.
You didn't even hesitate.
It hung off your shoulders, far too big, the sleeves swallowing your hands. Satisfied, you plopped down in Arkha's chair and waited.
And waited..and waited...
Eventually, you rested your head on his desk, fighting to keep your eyes open.
Just as you were about to doze off and probably drool all over his paperwork the office door opened.
"Oh? Well, would you look at that."
Arkha walked in carrying two plates of food.
You slowly lifted your head, looking like you'd just woken up after sleeping for fifteen years
"Um... yeah..." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes. "You... shouldn't make your boss wait that long."
"Oh, I see." He set both plates on the desk. "My apologies, Boss. There was a line for food, so I let everyone else go before me."
Your eyes drifted to the two plates.
"You might even get a raise."
He laughed under his breath.
Then he pointed at his chair.
"Now, Boss, if you'd be so kind... get up so I can sit."
You stood, the oversized jacket still hanging off your shoulders.
He looked you up and down with a grin.
"Nice jacket, by the way. Looks a little big for you." He tilted his head innocently. "Did you steal it from someone?"
You glanced down at yourself.
"...Do you want it back?"
Instead of answering, Arkha sat down and gently pulled you into his lap.
"Nah," he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "I'm good."
He adjusted the jacket around your shoulders before resting his chin against you.
"Though..." he said with a teasing smile, "I don't think you're a very good boss."
"I think I'd do a much better job."
"Because my first order of business would be making sure you take a lunch break with me."
He nudged one of the plates toward you.
"So, Boss..." he smiled. "Eat before your employee starts filing complaints."
Enjin had gone out on a mission.
It wasn't supposed to take very long.
But hours passed... and he still hadn't come back.
He probably missed you too.
So, with absolutely no shame, you wandered into his room.
Your eyes landed on a baggy blue shirt tossed carelessly across the bed.
It smelled faintly of cigarette smoke... and food.
"...He definitely hasn't washed this in a while."
Without another thought, you slipped the oversized shirt on, climbed into his bed, and hugged his pillow tightly against your chest.
Before you knew it, your eyes drifted shut.
The bedroom door quietly opened.
Enjin stepped inside, exhausted from the mission.
Wearing one of his shirts
Hugging his pillow like it was the most precious thing in the world.
His heart practically melted.
"...Oh my gosh," he whispered with the softest smile.
He quietly kicked off his shoes, trying not to wake you.
Then he climbed into bed beside you.
For a long moment, he didn't say anything.
He just watched you sleep.
The sleeves of his shirt covered your hands, your hair was a little messy, and every now and then you'd unconsciously snuggle closer to his pillow.
"I seriously don't know what I did to deserve you," he murmured.
Carefully, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your face before wrapping an arm around your waist.
You instinctively scooted closer in your sleep, burying your face against him this time.
Enjin let out the quietest laugh.
"...Yeah," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
"I definitely just fell in love with you all over again."
He didn't move after that.
He simply held you close, content to stay there for as long as he could.
Jabber was... a completely different story.
You were never going to steal his clothes.
You knew for a fact he only washed them when someone practically forced him to.
Half the time there were mysterious stains on them.
Sometimes... you really didn't want to know.
So his clothes were completely off-limits.
The one and only time you ever wore one of Jabber's shirts was entirely by accident.
You were both sitting around with drinks when
Jabber had managed to spill his drink all over you.
You looked down at your soaked shirt.
"And now it's see-through."
You stood there like a sad, soaking wet cat, arms crossed over yourself.
Jabber scratched the back of his neck.
He didn't waste another second.
Without thinking, he grabbed the hem of his own shirt and pulled it over his head before immediately reaching for yours.
You caught his wrists before he could lift it.
You couldn't help but laugh.
"I'll go change somewhere private so no one gets a free show."
Realization finally hit him.
For once, Jabber actually looked a little embarrassed.
He handed you his shirt instead.
You eyed it suspiciously.
"...When's the last time this thing was washed?"
"I was trying to remember."
"It smells like smoke, grease, and poor decisions."
He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest
Despite your teasing, you slipped the oversized shirt on anyway.
It was far too big, the sleeves hanging past your hands.
But Jabber thought you looked cute.. And...sexy and wanted you to wear more of his clothes
Tamsy was... particular. Very particular.
Especially when it came to clothes.
His own wardrobe was carefully chosen, and if you wore something he didn't like...
Today, you were relaxing with the other Cleaners, chatting and laughing.
Your outfit wasn't even that revealing
It simply showed your shoulders.
To everyone else, it was completely normal.
The moment he walked into the room, his eyes immediately found you.
His gaze lingered for a second before he sighed to himself and walked over.
"Love," he said sweetly, "you look cold."
Before you could respond, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders...Well...
"Draped" wasn't exactly the right word.
He practically bundled you up in it.
"Oh... but I'm not cold."
You tried to hand the jacket back
He calmly pushed it right back onto your shoulders.
"Yes," he replied with a tiny, satisfied smile.
You stared at him for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh.
You slipped your arms into the sleeves.
The oversized jacket smelled faintly like him, warm and familiar.
The smile on Tamsy's face immediately grew.
He stepped closer, leaning down so only you could hear him.
His voice was soft against your ear.
"You're always cutest when you listen to me"
Zanka had gotten back from his mission hours ago.
Usually, he'd come find you the second he returned.
This time...He accidentally fell asleep in his room
By the time you realized what had happened, you were already pouting.
"Fine," you muttered. "If he's not coming to me..."
You quietly slipped into his room.
There he was, sound asleep.
You were tempted to wake him up...
But another idea crossed your mind.
His outer robe was hanging nearby.
A mischievous smile spread across your face.
You slipped it on and quietly left before he woke up.
The robe was far too big, but it was warm, and it smelled faintly like him.
You spent the next hour wandering around the base wearing it.
Someone grabbed the back of the robe's collar and gently tugged you backward.
You stumbled a step before turning around.
"Hey," he said, one eyebrow raised.
You crossed your arms, pretending to be innocent.
His hands settled lightly on your hips as he looked down at you in his robe.
For a long moment, he just stared.
Then the corner of his mouth twitched into a small Smirk
"So... do you want it back?"
He made absolutely no move to take it off.
Instead, he simply shrugged.
"Just don't get it too dirty."
You couldn't help but smile.
"So you're just... letting me keep wearing it?"
"And if I don't give it back?"
His ears turned the faintest shade of pink as he looked away.
You reached up and smoothed the front of the robe with a grin.
"...You still owe me for not coming to see me after your mission, though."
Zodyl was like Jabber, but somehow even worse. He never washed his clothes unless they got way too dirty for even him... and that was a very high bar. Because of that, you never wore his clothes. Even if he offered you one of his shirts, you'd politely decline. Some things were simply not worth the risk.
