Follo’s smile seemed beautiful to you, but somehow it still felt distant. Sometimes he would direct that smile toward you, and you’d think he was opening a door to any possibility between you...but that door would slam shut again when you saw him smile the exact same way at everyone else.
Your heart squeezed every time he passed by; when his shoulder brushed yours, your hands would sweat and you could feel your ears getting so hot that they’d practically let off smoke.
After watching him from a distance for so many days, you still stayed up late wondering, “What would it feel like to be held by him?” Those hands that gripped that little hammer, gripping your body instead. “What would it feel like to be kissed by him?”
Your legs trembled at the mere thought of his eyes landing on you...those divine eyes that sparkled so clearly under the sun. To have his voice resonate in your ears as he spoke your name.
All of it felt unreal.
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I wrote this for the sweetest @slut4tunito just a gift mootie, hope you like it🙂↕️
He thought about it completely out of the blue. Just another evening, another exhaustion after yet another mission - you were sitting beside him, reading something with your legs tucked under you, and he was watching you when he suddenly realized: when was the last time you went on a date? Not here, within these walls, in the familiar comfort of your room, where even watching movies in bed had become routine, but out there, in the city that smelled of fresh pastries and damp stone, where you could simply walk hand in hand and not rush anywhere?
He went through the past few months in his mind and, with a sinking feeling, understood: work. Everything beyond the base had become just work. Missions, assignments, reports. And you? You were just two tired people, snatching tenderness in fragments.
He felt ashamed, physically, sharply, a cold discomfort spreading under his skin. He was the one who was supposed to take care of you, the one who had sworn you would never regret anything. And yet - half a year without a proper date? How had that even happened?
The question hung in the air, unspoken, but demanding an immediate answer.
Follo acted as he always did - methodically, but with heart. First, he checked in with Semiu, compared your schedules. Your days off aligned perfectly, already a victory. Then he sat down to plan.
He remembered everything. Your favorite cafés: the one with the best coffee, and that small one with homemade pastries you used to visit at the beginning of your relationship. The park where you once wandered into a dead end and laughed at your own carelessness. The bridge with a beautiful view of the old part of the city, where you once said it looked like a postcard.
He even found a camera, an old, film one, a little ridiculous. Because once, you had mentioned that film was a kind of magic that digital could never capture.
On the evening before your day off, he came up behind you while you were writing something in your planner. He hugged you, burying his nose in your neck, and whispered:
— “Darling, we have a day off tomorrow… Please don’t plan anything.”
You turned around to meet his pleased, slightly conspiratorial smile, and your chest immediately filled with warmth.
The morning of your day off was slow and just right. Follo, despite his habit of waking at dawn, didn’t mind sleeping in today, and didn’t even move when he woke up. You were asleep, nestled against his shoulder, warm, relaxed, the blanket kicked aside somewhere. He watched your eyelashes, your slightly parted lips, and thought that this - this was a kind of date too. Just lying there, just being, feeling your breath tickle his skin.
At noon, you woke up on your own, met his gentle, slightly sleepy gaze, and smiled.
— “Why you didn't wake me up?”
— “For what?” he kissed you on the forehead.
— “We are not rushing anywhere. Today only us”
You got ready slowly, without any rush. Follo kept smiling the whole time, wide, a little foolish, not even trying to hide it. You noticed when he was tying his shoelaces, almost humming under his breath.
— “It’s like you’re going on a first date,” you laughed, nudging him in the shoulder.
— “I am,” he replied, taking your hand.
— “Every date with you feels like the first. Because I miss you, even when you just step into the shower for five minutes.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you by warming up.
The city greeted you with the usual noise and bustle.
The first café was that one - the one with the most delicious coffee. Follo ordered your favorite drink and a croissant for you, and took an Americano for himself. You sat by the window, chatting about all sorts of little things, and he kept catching himself unable to look away.
He admired the way you laughed, the way you took a bite of the croissant and closed your eyes in delight, the way you twirled a napkin between your fingers when you drifted into thought.
Then you went to the park. The trees were just beginning to turn green, the air smelling of spring and dampness. Follo held your hand, sometimes stopping to fix a loose strand of your hair, and once again you caught yourself thinking that his care was something natural, like breathing. He wasn’t trying, wasn’t overdoing it, he was simply yours.
You visited the second café closer to the evening. Homemade pastries, thyme tea, and a long conversation about nothing. About books you had both read recently, about strange dreams that come after difficult missions, about how wonderful it would be to someday reach the very top, where, they say, you can see the real sky.
And then you went to the bridge. You sat on the railing, carefully holding onto each other, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the old rooftops pink. At some point, Follo reached into his backpack and pulled out the camera.
— “Seriously? Where did you get that?!“ you asked, amazed.
— “Secret,” he winked, aiming the lens.
— “Smile.”
Click, you’re laughing, the wind tugging at your hair.
Click, he turns the lens to himself and the two of you, you leaning into the frame, cheek to cheek.
Click, just the bridge, the sunset, and a moment you want to keep forever.
When the sun had completely set and the city lit up with evening lights, you realized your legs were aching and your eyes were growing heavy. Time to go home, to the base, to warmth, to each other.
Semiu, who met you in her usual spot, only grunted and turned away. Maybe it was the sight of your happy, tired faces, or the way Follo, still holding your hand, kept whispering something in your ear that made you laugh softly and sleepily.
Back in your room, you collapsed onto the bed at the same time, Follo first, you on top of him, burying your nose in his chest. His fingers immediately found your hair, gently running through it, stroking your back, soothing you.
— “Thank you,” you whispered into the darkness.
— “For today. For everything. For you are here for me.”
He kissed the top of your head, then again, and again. Breathing in the scent of your hair, feeling his body slowly relax, the tension of the past months fading away.
— "No. Thank YOU," he replied quietly.
— "For agreeing to be with me. For putting up with this schedule. For... just staying by my side."
You raised your head and met his gaze – tired, but so warm, so yours.
— “I love you,” you said quietly, almost dissolving into him.
— “I love you too,” he replied, holding you tighter.
— “More than yesterday. Less than tomorrow.”
You smiled into his chest, feeling sleep wash over you like a soft wave. Tomorrow would be a new day, work, new fatigue. But today was this date, a reminder of what all this was for.
For moments like this - quiet ones you want to return to. For arms that hold you as if they’re holding the most precious thing in the world.
˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊synopsis: when follo accidentally eats too many special chocolates unknowingly, he can't help but be oh-so needy for your perfect pussy.
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(Not proofread sorry)
Imagine buying aphrodisiac candy/chocolates and stupidly leaving them on your dresser in your room. Follo comes into your room to look for you and spots the chocolate. He's completely oblivious to the fact its special chocolate, so innocently he eats one—they have an interesting yet smooth, delicious taste, and only one turns into 4 or 5.
Of course just after 30-ish minutes he's burning hot, the skin of his neck and cheeks flushes a humiliating shade. For a moment he thinks he's dying, he's feverish, dizzy and undeniably... horny? He's padding across the hall, steps heavy as he finds his way back to your room in hopes you're there. Which thank god you are.
You immediately look up as the door opens and then clicks shut, your eyes zeroing in on Follo who looks like a complete mess. His face is red, he's shaking and it freaks you out for a moment. "Follo? Are you sick?" You ask tentatively, sitting up at the sight of him looking so weary. "I-I dunno.." He speaks, his tone almost whiny. He points to the half eaten chocolates on your dresser and lets out a shaky breath. "I ate some of those and now I feel funny... whats in them?" He thinks he's laced himself with something—which isn't completely wrong.
Your eyes widen and you slap a hand over your mouth, damn near bursting out laughing. "Follo, how many did you eat?" He starts to panic more and walks closer to you. "Like... 5? Am I dying?" Your eyes widen, you're really only supposed to eat one. "Follo, baby... those are aphrodisiacs." You giggle, beckoning him closer. If his face couldn't get anymore red, he was nuclear now. Frozen in place as his heart pounds in his chest—no wonder he's aching all over. His eyes were completely blown out, pupils practically as big as the golden irises of his eyes.
Anyone else would have thought he was absolutely high off his ass. Then he begins to move again, like his legs have a mind of their own. He finds himself on his knees, face burried against your stomach like he's desperately trying to will away the feeling, and save his already broken dignity. "I didn't know." He whimpers, arms curling around your waist.
You try your best not to laugh at him, knowing how all that must make his body feel. Simply one chocolate is meant to make your libido sky rocket, imagine how five must feel. You can feel him shaking, skin burning as you place your hand against the back of his neck in a comforting manner. He finally looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and glazed over, lips parted and breaths shaky. "Please help." He pleas quietly, grabbing at your hips.
His face says it all, he just wants you. No... he doesn't want he needs you, and he's not above begging and crying right now. "Please, I need you. Please, please..." He begins to climb onto the bed to be on top of you, pinning your back to the mattress. He's completely debauched and it might just be the hottest you've ever seen him. His fingers dig into your hips as he slides himself between your thighs, pressing himself right against you. "Tell me I can have you, I'm begging." He whimpers again.
He doesn't know what he'd do if you said no, he'd probably go insane. "Tell me you need me too." You look up at him, eyes wide once again. You've never seen him this way before—completely red and needy like he'd die if he couldn't feel you. It was almost hypnotizing, of course you couldn't stop him, you didn't want too. "I need you too."
Those words made him snap, he lowered his head immediately and pushed his lips against yours swiftly. There was a faint taste of chocolate on his tongue, his mouth desperately moving against yours. It was sloppy and unrhythmic, all tongue and teeth, just like how he felt on the inside—his heart skipping beats and legs feeling wobbly. And oh god, his cock was throbbing beneath the fabric of his pants—it was growing oh-so sensitive and nearly painful. His hips started to twitch against yours before grinding down mindlessly.
Once he started he couldn't stop humping your clothed cunt. Breaking his lips from yours he moans softly, holding onto your hips tightly for leverage as he ruts his against you. You let out a soft, surprised gasp as his hips rutted against yours wildly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer as your hips bucked slightly to meet his. With every thrust forward, the bulge in his pants caught on your covered clit just right. You were getting wet, a soaked patch seeped through onto your shorts.
He was so close already, about to cum in his pants like a desperate idiot just from humping you like a damn dog. His face was turning a darker shade of red from embarrassment, but he was too lost in you already to care about shame. "Hnnn!" He whimpered, blowing his load almost immediately—hips stuttering to a slow stop.
"Did you just...?" You mumbled, not judging but surprised and a little more turned on. He nodded with a low whine and began to pull on your shorts, because he definitely wasn't done. He was still hard and driven by unadulterated desire. "Need to be in you." He growled quietly, a sudden change from being so whiny and needy just a few seconds ago. "Please lift your hips..." You obeyed quietly so he could shove down your shorts and panties, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Oh fuck, you were so wet and pretty for him. He was completely lost in the sight of you, losing his damn mind as his heart pounded in his ears. He began fumbling with the button on his pants and shoving them down along with his cum-stained boxers. His cock springs up, twitching on its own. The tip an angry red, leaking enough precum that it drips down his length. He whimpers as the cool air hits the sensitive tip, he's barely able to hold back from slamming his cock all in at once. "Mmf—sh-shit, baby. Please...please tell me I can be inside you." He begs his tone turing into a low, needy whine all over again like he just can't help himself. Which, he really can't help himself. Your eyes meet his glazed over ones, pupils swallowing up his irises. He's nearly unrecognizable like this, just driven by carnal desire, he's completely libidinous.
You nod slowly, your hand cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer. He whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his free hand wrapping around the base to guide himself toward your slick entrance. His tip nudges your hole, pushing in deeply as soon as he made contact. He drops his head against your collarbone, moaning and whimpering while his hips rut against yours once again. You gasp at the intrusion of him bottoming out immediately, your arms wrap around him, hands running along the ridges of his spine. His thrusts don't start out slow or gentle like they usually do, no, he immediately begins to pound your poor pussy with zero warning. His breaths come out heavy and shaky, thrusts are sloppy and rough and he's whimpering against your collarbone. He bites at your skin to muffle his whines, slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard of the bed clash against the wall with every thrust.
Your moans fill up the room, high-pitched and louder than his incessant whimpers against your collarbone.
"F-fuck, baby." He whimpers against your sweat-slicked skin. His hips stutter, cock grinding inside, the tip hitting your g-spot just right to make you gasp.
"Follo...r-right there, please..."
He loses it at the sound of your voice, so needy and sensual all for him. "You're gonna kill me, b-baby..." He moans slamming into your harder than before.
The rickety mattress squeaks in protest beneath the both of you, headboard clashing with the wall and probably leaving cracks in the paint from how hard he's fucking you.
His hands leave your hips only to grab the back of your knees and fold you into a mean mating press, knees squishing against your tits through the fabric of your shirt. You honestly didn't even know you could bend like this—maybe Follo should take aphrodisiacs more often.
The way he's fucking you now is completely different than the usual way he makes love to you. Usually it's gentle, and slow, tender kisses and much less chaotic like he'd die without being plunged in your pussy.
He swears he's so close already, cock throbbing deep inside you. Oh, he's so embarrassed beneath all that pussydrunk desire. He's about to cum again so damn easily...
"O-oh fuck!" He whines, biting and sucking on your collarbone—leaving a wet, red hickey against your glistening skin.
The sight of his mark on you only pushes him closer to the edge, his hips stuttering and grinding deeper inside you. The feeling of his cock grinding against your g-spot semt you closer to the edge as well, legs quivering beneath his touch.
"F-follo, 'm gonna cum!" You cry, back bowing and head tilting back as a white heat pooled in the pit of your stomach.
He panted and lifted his head to look into your glossy eyes—a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. His forehead drops against yours, making the situation more intense than before. His eyes never leave yours even as he slams his hips forward again.
Thats all it takes before you're both cumming, your walls spasm around his leaking cock. Your senses heighten, tears forming in the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body. Cum spurts in thick, silky globs from his tip, painting your walls white. Both of you pause, gasping for air after cumming so hard.
He looks down at you in awe, cupping your cheeks between his sweaty palms—gently swiping the tears away from your eyes. He closes his eyes and pushes his lips against yours. His kiss is deep a little sloppy from being out of breath.
After a few moments of afterglow, Follo begings to harden inside you again. The aphrodisiacs still have a chokehold over him, libido higher than ever. It wouldn't he surprising if he can last hours on end before even shooting blanks.
The kiss deepens and his hips slowly begin to grind against yours again with his twitching cock still burried deep inside your cunt.
You whimper against his lips at the sensation. You were still oh-so sensitive from cumming and he's already starting to hump your poor, used pussy like a dog again.
He swallows every little whimper and moan that leaves your lips before rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips.
Boths of his hands grab your ass as he pulls back from the kiss, lifting you on his cock and lowering you again. "Please, baby..." He whispers softly in a breathy tone. "Please ride me."
You sit up on his lap, hands pressed against his chest for leverage. His breathy, needy tone turns you on again. Your hips move subconsciously—back and forth, up and down and in sensual circles that make you both whimper.
His hands stay on your ass as you bounce on his cock and he whispers gentle praises to you. "Hng-! Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. Just like that, ride me just like that." He praises, bucking his hips to meet every drop and rock of your hips. You pick up the pace, hips moving more rapidly against his.
He lets out a choked moan, gripping your ass harder. "Y-yeah, baby just like that. Ride m-my cock like it's yours. I-it's yours baby..." He moans, words practically incoherent as he watches your pussy swallow up his cock.
Your skin began to burn and tingle beneath his palms from how hard he was gripping your ass. His nails left crescent moons in your skin, desperately trying to ground himself yet failing miserably. "Mmfuck! H-hah—it's yours...it's yours. Take it baby, it's all yours."
The sound of him being so needy and pussydrunk makes you wetter, walls fluttering around him as your nails began to lightly dig into the fabric of his shirt that was still unfortunately on. Your hands slid down his chest slowly before pushing up the hem of his shirt. You watch his stomach tense up everytime your hips lower on him, and also notice the sticky mess on his pelvis from where your slick drips onto him.
"Mm, y-you're making such a big m-mess." He says, watching your clit rub against his pelvis as you circle your hips. He listens to your moans for a moment before lifting one of his hands and placing it between you two. His thumb presses against your clit, and rubs soft circles.
Your hips buck, moans leaving your lips as he starts stimulating your clit while you ride him. "H-hnn! Don't stop." You plea, hips desperately chasing your own sweet release.
You swear you begin to see stars as that same white heat builds up in the pit of your stomach.
Follo notices immediately and whimpers at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. "Cum for me, please...p-please baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock again." He moans as he furiously rubs your clit, feeling the little bud twitch and throb beneath his thumb.
"...'M g-gonna cum... 'm cumming!" Your jaw slacked as you leaned into him, walls spasming around his cock. You soaked his pelvis with slick and squirt.
Follo groaned at the sight and the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him. His arms wrap around you, bringing you closer to continue thrusting up into you, guiding you through your orgasm while simultaneously chasing his own high again.
His arms are around your waist as his cock pounds into your cunt, making you cry out in overstimulation. "Fuck, F-follo!"
His eyes practically roll back as you clench harder around him, whimpers escaping his lips with every sloppy thrust. "I'm sorry, baby.. sorry, s-sorry." He whines as his hips move harder and faster. He really can't help himself, your pussy is just so addicting and his mind is foggy from the still rampant affects of the chocolate. "Need it so bad... 's so good."
He's desperately trying to reach his high to give your poor pussy a break. Tears roll down your cheeks from overstimulation and your face is burried against his neck.
Just a few more thrusts, he thinks, the plap, plap, plap sound fills the room. And with one final thrust he cums burried deep inside. His cum coats your walls once again as hs slows his thrusts. His eyes open, panting heavily into the air—arms relaxing around you finally.
Your body goes lax against him, hoping he isn't still feeling the affects of the aphrodisiac. Which, he is of course. You whine, feeling him harden inside you again after a few minutes. You lift you head to look at him, brows furround pathetically. His cheeks are flushed pink and he smiles sheepishly now. "H-hah... sorry, baby. Just one more, please?"
And goddamn, you couldn't say no to that face even if you wanted too.
———
The morning after, you both woke up in a sweaty, naked mess. Follo behind you, spooning you and the blankets halfway off.
After a quick shower and getting dressed you walked out through the halls in HQ walking past Enjin who just seemed to be in a fit of giggles seeing the two of you.
Follo's cheeks flush immediately, knowing exactly why Enjin was cackling at you two. Neither of you were good at being quiet to say the least.
"Guess that means I won the bet." Enjin says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. His words confuse the both of you but you can only imagine what he was betting on...
"And also, invest in a hotel room." He adds, guffawing when you both turn nuclear.
Maybe the walls are a little too thin.
"Oh em gee fawn you actually posted it we love you so much!!!!" everyone shouts with cheerful joy
Anyway this is genuinely fart out of a butt im sorry, i hope u guys like it anyway
If it’s alright can I offer a request for August, Zanka, Follo and Jabber (separately) x reader who has sensory issues?
For example they don’t like certain fabrics because it’s too rough/itchy, with foods they can’t stand soft/slimy textures, or need extra cushioning on their bed or chair, thank you!
Sensory Issues - Very short stories
Each character has a different sensory issue that they are themed after.
A/N ; I hope you didn't mind me squishing all of these into one large-ish post
Zanka x Reader - Spongy/Wet Food.
You and Zanka were eating at a restaurant together after a mission, it was just the two of you and you had been really excited about trying this new food on the menu. When it finally arrived? It looked decent enough until you took a bite, it reminded you way too much of a wet bread that you had to use a napkin to remove said food out of your mouth.
"Woow, what was that for?-" Zanka questioned as he raised an eyebrow halfly at you, watching as you nearly gag by him asking.
"I cannot eat that-" You admittedly while admittedly slightly disappointed as you had been excited to try it.
"Hey, hey. Don't worry about it, we'll get you something that you like then take this in a to-go container. Someone in HQ is bound to eat it." Zanka assured, already moving to fix the problem with careful attention to detail.
August x Reader - Fabric.
You were modeling clothes for August and the start was going well until he had you try on this sweater, you immediately wanted to drop the sweater upon picking it up in your hands but because you didn't want to disappoint him. You stupidly put it on, your skin crawling by simply throwing it over your shoulders.
August was quick to recognize your discomfort and he hadn't moved to fix anything, eyeing your awkward stance as you avoided as much of the fabric as possible. "You uh, Don't like the fabric?" He questioned in a lightly joking tone.
You didn't hesitate to agree, a loud "Yes!-" leaving you as you were trying to quickly pull off the sweater. Hands running along your arms as you had tossed the sweater to August, to which he caught only to set aside rather immediately.
"You didn't have to do that-" August muttered, a softer moment from his very out going personality.
"I thought I could handle a few minutes at least-" You murmured softly, rubbing the back of your neck like you were wiping away the feeling of the sweater.
Follo x Reader - High Pitched Loud Noise.
You and Follo were sitting with a large group that consisted of Supports to which most you did not know, it was dinner and so most of them were on completely different shifts from you. But someone's fork happened to slide against their plate and as you were in the middle of reacting, Follo's hands had came up to cover your ears.
The two of you sharing a long glance with each other as he gave you a gentle but reassuring smile, nodding for you to go back to eating as he left his hands over your ears for a few extra minutes. Ensuring no one else was going to do the same thing before he pulled his hands away, humming softly to you before he finally went back to his own food.
This happened another two times before he decided it was enough and he grabbed both your plates, muttering a small "Let's eat elsewhere." before nodding for you to follow. Though he didn't give you much choice since he already had your food.
Jabber x Reader - Sticky.
He was self experimenting, Well he was planning to. He was making a special new Go-go juice as he called it, It was a hallucinogen or it was supposed to be. Right now he was trying to work with a slimey texture, You just happened to walk by at the wrong time as he looped you into his blank slate testing.
"No, no, I promise this won't cause you pain. This time." Jabber groaned in admittance as his hand tugged your wrist closer, "Just lemme see how this shit sticks ya know??" He added with grinned words.
when you finally agreed you didn't realize you'd come to hate yourself for agreeing, as the blank juice? It was like slime and gelatin had curated a weapon just for you, you wiped it off, using your sleeve before you had snaked your arms in and out of the sweater. "Nope, Nuh-uh, No thank you." You began repeating to him. Shaking your head as he stared at you blankly.
"Uh, Okay, Will note to not use this on you again-" Jabber murmured like he was mildly amused and shocked at the same time.
(He definitely remembered this to use for future testing ideas.)
Follo opened the bedroom door, entered in complete silence, and sat on the bed.
You were looking at yourself in the mirror, brushing your hair. When you turned to greet him, you could tell something was wrong. He usually greeted you with a smile and a quick kiss, put his arm around your waist, and told you about his mission. This time, he didn't even look at you; he just sat there taking off his boots.
You slowly approached and sat down next to him, but as soon as you did, he got up and went to the bathroom.
"Follo," you whispered, trying to take his hand, but he pulled away. "Did something happen?"
He sighed and looked at you with tired eyes. He had some bruises and scratches on his face. That's when you noticed he wasn't wearing his usual uniform, but a different outfit.
"What happened? Why are you wearing Rudo's clothes?" You got up and followed him to the bathroom. He was already taking off his vest when he finally spoke.
"It was a difficult mission," his voice was deep and subdued. "Riyo was badly injured."
He told you everything that had happened on his mission to find the informant Rudo was searching for, the encounter with the Raiders, and the reason he had swapped outfits with Rudo, but he didn't explain why he was so depressed.
He turned on the shower and took off his shirt, leaving him wearing only Rudo's shorts. Without the shirt, the bruises and wounds on his body were visible. He might have a broken rib, but he didn't want to say anything, which worried you even more. You moved closer and hugged him from behind, resting your head on his back. He shuddered at your touch and held your hands with his right hand while his left hand felt the temperature of the shower water.
"It's okay, Follo, I'm sure Riyo will heal soon," you tried to comfort him, but he didn't say anything. "It was a difficult mission, but everyone is safe, and got the information Rudo wanted, right?"
"Yes," he answered curtly, turning to face you but still avoiding your eyes. "But when I used Rudo's gloves, something happened."
"What?"
"I don't know how to explain it, but I felt strange."
He was silent for a moment, but you encouraged him to continue, and when he finally finished explaining what had been worrying him, his eyes met yours.
"That's what happened."
"I see," you gently cupped his face in your hands and spoke softly. "It wasn't your fault, Follo. You did a good job, and it was thanks to your idea that you caught the informant, did you hear? You did a good job."
He tried to smile, but instead, he hugged you and buried his face in your neck, breathing deeply into your loose hair. Follo loved being with you in these intimate moments. He felt that every time either of you opened up like this, you could connect more deeply as a couple.
"Let me heal your wounds," you whispered in his ear, your soft breath tickling him. Follo nodded and slowly moved away from you.
After a long shower, he sat waiting for you with his head bowed. He still felt some remorse about what had happened on the mission, but you decided it was best not to insist on it. Neither of you spoke while you were tending to the wounds on his back and arms. It was only when you moved to treat the wounds on his face that he finally broke the silence.
"Thank you," he whispered, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you closer, "for always being there for me." You smiled and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"You know you can always count on me, darling."
He smiled, a genuine smile this time, and his mood shifted. His thumbs caressed your skin as you focused on healing him. After the moment passed, you began telling him about your day, your mission, and how much you had missed him. He kept asking questions to avoid thinking about his own problems, and every time you smiled, spoke, or kissed him, those thoughts faded away.
You had only one purpose: to make Follo happy, and you were willing to do anything to achieve it.
We need more Follo content so I wrote this for my mooties @slut4tunito @peachs-fics @shrimpydipp 🫶🏻
Zanka and Follo (separated) getting drunk and kinda confessed, Fem!Reader, Fluff. The original idea
There was hardly any room to breathe. Zanka didn’t seem aggressive; on the contrary, it felt as if he had become an extension of your own body. One of his arms held you firmly, and his face was very close to yours...so close that you could smell the liquor and feel the warmth radiating from him.
"You know what...?" he stammered, slurring his words as he leaned his cheek against yours. One of his earrings tickled your neck. "You're... you're very difficult, you know that?"
You tried to move to reach your drink, but he let out a soft sigh and held you closer. His fingers toyed distractedly with a lock of your hair, as if he needed to make sure you were still there with him.
"Zanka, people are watching," you whispered, though you knew it was useless. He let out a low laugh that made you feel a wave of nerves.
"Let them look. Let them see that... that you’re the most beautiful person here." He paused, narrowing his eyes with an intensity that made you doubt just how drunk he actually was. "Don't leave. Don't move, stay with me, okay?" You looked at him, and his expression made your heart skip a beat.
At the next table, everyone else was exchanging weary glances. Riyo and Enjin wouldn't stop whispering while watching you both; everyone knew he was deeply fond of you. You knew it, too. Perhaps the only one who didn't want to admit it was Zanka himself.
Suddenly, Zanka hid his face in the crook of your shoulder, letting out a heavy breath.
"You're staying with me, right?" he asked. For a second, the bravado vanished, revealing a vulnerability that only you could bring out in him. "Promise me you won't leave with anyone else tonight."
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Finally, after a mission that felt like it lasted for days, everyone returned to the headquarters exhausted. These situations only meant one thing: it was time to relax with some drinks.
You were sitting on the edge of the old sofa in the lounge while everyone else kept talking and laughing, when you felt something heavy on your legs. You looked down and saw Follo sitting on the floor beside you, his head resting in your lap. The only thing covering his flushed cheeks was that cap he always wore.
"Follo?" you said. He settled even further into your lap like he was looking for comfort. Gris let out a laugh, telling him to get up, but you refused. "It's okay, he can rest here."
Follo lifted his head, resting his chin on your knees. His eyes wouldn't stop searching yours.
"Can I tell you a secret?" he whispered. Everyone fell silent. "Don't tell (y/n), but she has the prettiest smile of all."
The silence stretched out until you laughed, and the others went back to talking as if nothing had happened.
"Don't laugh, she really makes me nervous," he said softly. You stroked one of his cheeks.
"Take it easy, I won't tell her anything," you replied, covering part of your face with your hand to hide your laughter, but in reality, you were trying to hide how much you were blushing.
"It's a secret," he whispered again, resting against your lap and leaning closer. At this distance, you could feel the warmth from his face.
"Don't make fun of him," Tomme said beside you. "He really likes you."
He stayed in that same position for a long time. When you got up to pour yourself another drink, he followed you the whole way, catching the edge of your jacket. When you returned to your seat, he settled back onto the floor with his head in your lap. Whenever you stopped brushing his hair, he would look up, silently asking you not to stop.
Ever since Follo became a Giver, he’s been acting incredibly arrogant. Now, it’s up to you to knock some sense into him and bring back the Follo you truly love.
Only a couple of days had passed since Follo had become a Giver. His wounds had completely healed, and now he stood before you, modeling his new uniform.
"What do you think?" he asked, paced slowly back and forth in front of you. "August had it ready for me immediately."
"It looks good on you," you managed to say with a smile.
Follo’s dream had come true, and now you were there, watching him sport an outfit that, in August’s words, fit him like a glove.
After a few more weeks, Follo had become a very busy person. "It’s a Giver’s duty," he would say every time he had to head out on a mission with the others. Tomme mentioned once that she feared he might change his ways, but Gris simply brushed it off, saying Follo was just fulfilling his dream... and it was true.
Every time Follo saw Rudo, a spark of jealousy ignited in his eyes. How could a Sphere-dweller end up being a Giver? You calmed him by saying everything would happen in due time, and he would just smile, but inside, that flame only kept growing.
When he finally managed to give his Jinki a soul, that flame vanished, replaced by a light of greed. No one else noticed, but you knew your beloved better than anyone.
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"We should be careful with this beast!" Tomme shouted. "It’s not in my records!" A gust of wind drowned out her words as she held onto her cap to keep it from flying away. You nodded and spotted Follo in the distance.
"Tomme is right, it’s just us. We might need backup." You reached for your choker to call for reinforcements, but Follo wasn't listening to options. He charged straight at the beast and finished it off. It took some time, but he got the job done. Behind you, you heard Tomme curse.
She was right. Lately, Follo had been acting arrogant and selfish; he wanted to participate in every single mission and refused to listen to advice. Back at HQ, you led him to your room while he continued boasting about his great feats.
"Did you see how I crushed its head? Of course not, you were too far away, haha!" he kept saying.
"Follo..."
"And when I was about to be thrown by the beast," he interrupted, "but before that, I managed to land a hammer blow that left it staggering... "
"FOLLO!" This time you raised your voice. He looked at you, perplexed, his Jinki resting in his hands with a peculiar glow. "Don’t you think you’ve been acting... rude lately? Not just with me, even Tomme mentioned it."
"Rude? Is that how you think I've been acting? I think my self-esteem has just improved."
"Yes, but... "
"I thought you’d be proud of me."
"I am..."
"You're just a Supporter. You wouldn't understand."
Your heart sank.
"I’m just a Supporter."
"We Givers see things a bit differently."
You said nothing. Follo didn't understand what he was doing wrong, and it was a tragedy; the Follo you knew and loved was disappearing, being replaced by this arrogant stranger.
"You’re right, I don’t understand," you said, throwing your jacket to the floor. "I’m a Supporter, just like you were not too long ago. Have you already forgotten?" He looked at you, his lips thinning and his brows furrowing. "We both knew what it meant to be a Supporter. No one knew your frustration better than I did; not being able to help others the way you wanted. And now that you can, you’re just acting like a jerk."
"I..."
"If this is the new Follo, then I don’t want anything to do with him."
With that, you walked out of the room, leaving him with an empty feeling and the Jinki in his hands. Follo didn't know what to do or say. His lifelong dream had come true, but you simply wouldn't accept it. I mean, why weren't you happy for him? Why insist on being trampled by others when he was now a full-fledged Giver, just like Rudo?
A couple of days passed where Follo would look for you, but you never appeared near him. In the cafeteria, you ignored him, and during missions, Semiu mentioned that you had gone to work with another team. Even Tomme and Gris were acting differently toward him. Inside your heart, your feelings were tied in a knot, preventing you from thinking clearly.
You loved him more than anything in the world, but you couldn't tolerate that attitude. You even heard others complaining about him behind his back, and your heart wrenched at the thought. But what hurt most was that Follo didn't want to admit his mistake. He had sworn to remain a Supporter at heart even after becoming a Giver, but now, out of nowhere, he felt superior and looked down on you. It hurt; looking into those hollow eyes hurt.
A few more days piled up, and Follo didn't know how to approach you. You weren't helping much either; whenever you saw him from afar, you preferred to take another path to avoid him. Gris noticed the tension between you two and, without you knowing, summoned you both one afternoon outside the HQ.
"What are we doing here?" you asked, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "I have a lot of work to do."
"Me too." Follo wouldn't look at you, but you noticed him glancing your way out of the corner of his eye.
"I called you here," Gris said, "to fix your problems."
"We don't have problems," both of you said in unison.
"Of course you do. Tomme is worried," Gris faked a sob, "and honestly, I am too. So, you’re not going back inside until you’re the cute couple you used to be." With that, he went into the building, and you both heard the lock click.
Follo kept looking away. You stared at him intensely.
"Stop looking at me like that," he finally snapped.
"Like what?"
"Disappointed in me." His eyes met yours. "I’m so sorry." He lowered his head and his voice. You said nothing; you knew that when he tried to apologize, it was best to let him speak. "I didn't realize how I was acting. I thought you were proud of me."
"I am proud of you... but not because you became a Giver." You took one of his hands; instinctively, he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I’m proud because you’re Follo. And the Follo I’m proud of is kind, funny, brave, and loving."
He looked at you with those soft eyes of his and smiled shyly.
"And Follo isn't arrogant," you finished.
"No, I’m not," he said with a chuckle. "Could you forgive me? I promise I won't be arrogant... just the Follo you’re proud of." He held up his pinky, and you hooked yours around it, sealing the promise.
"And the Follo I love."
On the other side of the door, Gris and Tomme shared a knowing smile.
Ever since Follo became a Giver, he’s been acting incredibly arrogant. Now, it’s up to you to knock some sense into him and bring back the Follo you truly love.
