★ Rudo never received a mother’s affection — there was never a female figure in his life. He grew up only with his adoptive father and, after losing him, was thrown to the surface. You, Enjin’s girlfriend and a Giver, were patrolling with him when you spotted the boy amidst the rubble. Since you started supervising him, you didn’t expect your feelings for the boy to grow so much.
"Can we keep him?"
"He should join the Cleaners soon. The kid has talent," Enjin replied, resting his arms on the bedroom balcony railing before bringing the cigarette to his mouth.
"No… not like that."
"I’m not understanding you, woman," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You want to adopt him, is that it?"
You didn’t answer, but somehow, Enjin knew the answer. He just sighed. "My God..."
★ Rudo was amazed when you ran your hand over his head for the first time. The boy’s eyes widened, freezing for a moment, until his stiff expression began to soften. Rudo closed his eyes, hugging you cautiously, still waiting for any sign of rejection. Since you didn’t pull away, he stayed there, burying his head in your chest.
"Hey, love, did you see…" Enjin’s voice echoed in the room, but you quickly interrupted him, bringing a finger to your lips in a silent request. The blond stopped, giving a small smile when he saw Rudo snuggled in your arms. "I’ll come back later," he whispered, before leaving the room.
★ The first time he called you “mom” was an accident. You were putting him to sleep, and he was drowsy. The word just slipped out. A heavy silence filled the room, followed by deep embarrassment from Rudo. However, you just smiled, stroked his face, and said, "It’s okay. You can call me that if you want."
He never repeated it and his cheeks burned with shame whenever he remembered.
★ Rudo became your “shadow.” He doesn’t just watch you; he internalizes a fierce instinct to protect you. On missions, he’s always one step ahead, checking the surroundings, even though he knows that, as your apprentice, he should stay behind. If anyone dares to raise their voice at you, Rudo appears immediately by your side, spitting insults like a rabid dog. He doesn’t care what they think of him afterwards. All that matters is defending you.
"Say that about her again and I’ll break all your teeth, you piece of shit!" You hold the boy back before he attacks the person, seeing his short arms and legs flail wildly. "Let me kill him!"
"Calm down, Rudo. It’s okay." You then place a little kiss on the top of the boy’s head, making him stop at once. Rudo fell silent, drawing surprised looks from the others.
★ Rudo is still tormented by nightmares. There are nights when he silently appears at your bedroom door, wrapped in a teddy bear blanket, unable to sleep. You say nothing; you just make room for him to lie down beside you. Enjin grumbles, opening his eyes when he sees Rudo settling in between you. He arches an eyebrow, blinking sleepily. You hug Rudo, keeping him snuggled against your chest. Enjin says nothing and goes back to sleep, too tired to fight that brat for his girlfriend’s attention.
★ Rudo is used to having nothing, so when you give him simple things — a plate of hot food, a clean shirt, or something old for him to restore — he freezes, not knowing how to react. Little by little, you teach him that there’s nothing wrong with accepting kindness. He begins to keep these gifts with an almost religious care, like relics he values so much.
★ Rudo gets very worried when you get hurt. If you’re attacked in front of him, he’s likely to go berserk and start acting completely irrationally. Afterwards, in the infirmary, he sits on the chair next to your bed, his scarlet eyes showing immense anguish and concern. He touches your hand, his little face crestfallen.
"Get better soon…" he murmurs, small tears beginning to sting at the corners of his eyes.
★ Rudo misses you whenever you don’t go on missions together. When he returns, he makes sure to tell you everything in detail, every little thing he experienced. He’s still learning to express himself and, for some reason, he finds it easier to do so when he’s with you. Maybe it’s because of your patience, or the fact that you never judge him, unlike some others. With you, he feels truly safe.
★ Rudo always smiles when you praise him (he’s still learning). He gets all stirred up, with cheeks slightly flushed. One of his biggest goals was to make friends, and having you as his first friend was like a huge achievement.
"Will we stay together forever?" he asked, his big eyes shining with hope.
"Yes, forever," you answered, laughing softly as you clapped his hands together.
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★ Since he fell from the sky, he had never felt so whole. You made him feel welcomed, wanted. And deep down, in his heart, Rudo cherished the hope of one day repaying all your kindness.
hella impressed. looks you up and down a few times before making a comment. “fuuuck, you’re killing me. do you always look like that?” instantly realizes his comment might come off bad, then rephrases. “look that good i mean.” crosses his arms, wearing a big, giddy ass smirk the rest of your conversation. his eyes find themselves wandering occasionally just so he doesn’t miss out on your extra shine today.
rudo
extremely expressive. wide eyed, gobsmacked. “.. what the.” literally staring at you like you’re a goddess. you could ask him a question and he’s so absorbed in admiring your features that he doesn’t even notice. when snapping back to reality, he’s completely red in the face, repeating his words and apologizing for zoning out like a broken record. “wha— i- yeah, i .. i agree? i- i think?”
zanka
completely thrown off to the point he gets all flustered and fidgety. makes attempts to pretend he isn’t distracted, but immediately loses track of whatever you were saying, and just stares awkwardly for a few moments. “.. uh.. s- shit, what were’ya sayin’?” subtly keeps looking your way. he regrets acknowledging the way you smile and look at him, because now it’s all he can think about.
gris
attempts to stay professional. stares for a bit before adjusting himself. he’s calm and collected, but his responses come slower. its obvious he can’t focus properly. subconsciously finding himself staring more often than he’d like, mentally lecturing himself about it afterward.
tamsy
shifts his weight, eyes widening for a split second before regaining composure. if you call him out, he admits his fascinations. “i can’t help but notice you’re looking quite nice today, aren’t you?” he coos, tilting his head. twirls his hair in his fingers a bit while smiling at you as you continue on.
jabber
raises an eyebrow, then laughs it off immediately, muttering some vague shit loud enough for you to hear — “damn! are you tryin’ to throw me off on purpose??” stares at you with a huge, freaky grin that shows he is no longer listening to what you’re saying, too busy watching your lips move as you speak (well, likely lecturing now)
featuring. zanka nijiku , enjin , zodyl typhon , follo tunito , rudo surebrec , august stilza , riyo reaper , fu oroster , jabber wonger , tamsy caines !
content. 3.87k wc , up to 0.3k-0.5k words per drabble , female!reader , fluff fluff fluff , crack , they might be ooc , a teeny tiny bit suggestive , mischievous reader , crappy writing , safe for minors , spoiler warning for tamsy’s part , a tinge of cringeness but we embrace it like soldiers of course , not proof read.
author’s note. ehehe thanking my lazy fellas for searching out dividers cause I was struggling rlly hard with that lol… feeding you people before I disappear again okay… jokes no joke…?
ZANKA NIJIKU.
"YOU'RE going on a mission?"
A hum left his lips as you momentarily stopped your work to look after him, eyes set on the boy who was readying himself before he would leave for his mission. Leave you.
"Come back safely, yes?"
"I'm only gone fer two days."
Of course there was no need for this to be said since he'd always come back, not matter if he's about to die or half dead. He would find a way back to you, even if it meant crawling all the way.
"Can't believe I'm hanging out with Nano again." you started sulking, secretly stealing glances of his shirtless back. "Zanka, I already miss you."
"Still here."
You huffed out in annoyance, not being able to get any reaction — feeling a tad bit too dramatic for today. "Just say that you hate me and want me to die." you turned around.
"W-What?" he stammered in shock as soon as those words left your mouth.
"Uh huh, you heard me." the corner of your lips turned down.
"No, wait... I don't hate ya at all. The total opposite." he tried to clarify and approached you.
"I said I miss you already, and you're being so dry." you glanced behind you, enjoying Zanka's despair.
"Didn't mean to, I swear. I love ya, 'kay? Don't get upset with me please." he placed his hand right under your chin and turned your face gently towards him, leaning in for a kiss.
"Mmh... I love you too." you pulled away to answer.
"I'll come back as quickly as possible fer ya."
A frown replaced your face as your lips formed a straight line, immediately wiping your lips — wiping his kiss away. Just when he was about to turn his back to you. Yet he caught it in the corner of his eye.
"[name]?" he blinked.
He was in pure shock. You have to imagine it properly. He was in shock.
"What was that?"
"I just felt like it..."
"Not anymore."
"W-Wait it was a joke! Get away! No more kisses!"
ENJIN.
WAS it really your usual day when your boyfriend wasn't present at all?
Not in — physically present. But rather in volume wise. As in shouting a cheesy pet name as loud as he can to call for you so you'd make your way to him.
"SUGARPLUM!"
Well, never mind. You thought too soon.
"Be right back, Cia." you sighed out and stood up from your seat. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." your friend chuckled.
"What do you want, old man?"
The male was grinning from ear to ear as you crossed your arms in front of him, glaring daggers into his skull. "Nothing, I just wanted to see you." he answered cheekily.
As if he wasn't sitting a few feet away from you. In the same room even.
"I'm going to beat you."
"Wait, what if I like that?" he titled his head and carefully planted his hand right at your hip.
"Lowkey, you remind me of a pervert sometimes." you grimaced, "how did you even bag me?"
"My divine, angelic, goddess-like girlfriend. Please forgive me for my ignorance and rude tongue." he sung lowly, "I do beg for a kiss."
"Do you seriously want to get beat?" you deadpanned.
"Please?"
"I suppose I can grant your wish. But stop calling me all that. Seriously... Shiver me timbers." you bent down to reach his height, your lips meeting his for a second.
"Gosh, I love you so much." he couldn't surpass the growing smile as you backed away.
"Mhm..." you hummed, about to turn around while wiping his kiss off your lips.
"—Excuse me?"
The smile dropped, his eyes widened, hurt crossing his face — almost letting you feel bad.
He was not only hurt but also offended by that action.
"Get back here." he grasped your wrist immediately after and pulled you back right to him.
"Ack—"
"Where do you think you're going after this?"
ZODYL TYPHON.
IT was unsettling. A bit too unsettling. You blinked slowly and carefully as if your every breath depended on it, eyes wandering around the rook to avoid his staring.
Because — well, because you couldn't take him serious right now. The atmosphere was unsettlingly awkward but you just could not take it serious, not him.
Especially with that leg of an insect sticking right at the corner of his mouth.
"—Zodyl." you broke the silence and eventually met his gaze, a sweat drop running down your cheek.
The man hummed nonchalantly, not tearing his eyes from you — not even a second to let you move or breathe. It was locked in with your face, and it was starting to be unnerving.
"You got something here." you pointed at your own mouth.
"Oh?" he used his thumb to wipe it away, now looking at the leg again.
For a while. He was just staring at it. Contemplating quietly if he should eat it.
"No." you immediately chimed in to interrupt his thoughts. "No, don't eat that."
"But—"
"Please." a sigh escaped your lips as you stood up from your seat and walked towards him, at that grasping a tissue.
His brows furrowed slightly, the tiniest twitch vivid on his face, something only you would be able to notice. After all, Zodyl is an unreadable man with no communication skills.
Whatever is on his mind right now? You have to figure out by yourself as if it was some kind of puzzle. But you make up for the lack of communication at least, even if he avoids to tell less of himself.
"Can't just eat that..." you trailed off and wiped his mouth gently with the tissue.
"I can though."
"Never mind..." you placed a quick and fleeting kiss against his lips, feeling a shiver crawl down your spine. "Knowledge of you eating all that and kissing you makes me wanna cry."
"Why..." he paused as he watched how you wiped your lips, his mood infinitely dropping, "why's that..."
"Because." you simply reasoned, "also you kinda remind me of my friend, Riu. She’s a bit weirder though."
Yet he wasn't even asking about whatever you were blabbering about, rather focusing on why you wiped your lips.
"Something wrong?" you questioned.
He should ask you. But he only shook his head at your question, hand raising and using it to wipe off your mouth — using his finger.
"W-What is this for..?" you blinked.
"Don't know, but you were doing it."
FOLLO TUNITO.
"CAN you move a little bit further? Like away from me?" he asked for space, a sweat drop rolling down his cheek.
"No?" you responded — as if this was the most obvious question, that could've been answered itself without issues.
"Please?"
You stared at your supposed boyfriend as he asked for some space in his bed, realising that you were taking it all up — literally monopolising it. And you halfway laid on him as if you owned the room and bed.
Correction, as if you owned the world.
"So... you hate me and want me to die?" you huffed in offence and got yourself off him, backing away to give the desired space.
"N-No!?" he immediately answered in surprise, "I love you so much. I'd rather die before you, I can't imagine a world without you."
"Oh wow, you're a cheesy one." your lips curled into a grin, "you're lucky you're cute."
"Am I now?" he breathed out.
It didn't take long until your lips formed a straight line, not taking his answer like that. "Yes, you are." you rolled your eyes and turned away from him, about to sit up and leave the room.
"That's it, i'm sleeping at my girl friend's tonight. Kai would appreciate me more than you." you sulked, sitting up rightly.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean it like this!" he grasped your wrist and tugged it gently, making you turn around.
"Appreciate me more than. Even if I take up all the space in your bed." you huffed.
"I promise I will. Stay here please."
"Only 'cause you said please." you grinned and planted a kiss on his cheek, "good night kiss."
"But on the wrong spot." his hand found its way behind your head to pull you into a kiss, his mouth meeting yours.
"Woa..." you blinked, "you're so cheesy. We are so cheesy..."
"But it's fun—"
It was funny until you wiped your lips.
"Did I do something?" he didn't even waste a second to ask.
"No? Why would you ask?"
"Then why would you wipe my kiss away?" he knitted his eyebrows slightly.
"Since... well since, I could..?"
"Just tell me you hate me and want me to die then."
"HEY THAT'S MY PHRASE!"
RUDO SUREBREC.
A grin adorned your face while you could only stare at your cute boyfriend, watching how he was stuffing himself with cake, sweets and probably everything else on the table.
Your chin was propped up on the back of your hand as you watched how the dessert had a huge impact on him. If he does continue like this, you wonder how long it’ll be until he gets cavities.
But still — he is still cute when he enjoys eating it.
Until he noticed you staring. Gulping down a mouthful of whipped cream and cake, he could only blink leisurely. His eyes wander down to your own cake, untouched and small.
“…Why are you staring?” he questioned out of nowhere, putting a full stop of his feast.
“Couldn’t help myself. You’re super cute.” your grin widened, letting him feel a sense of embarrassment.
If you’re going to be honest? He was even sweeter, the tinge of shame and self awareness getting back to him as he put down the sweets.
“Thanks…” he trailed off, cheeks heating up.
Rudo was flustered now. And a bit ashamed. Where were his manners again?
“You worry too much sometimes like Vivi… Actually no, she worries less. When I first met her, she was also a bit shy.” you told while ushering him, “don’t worry. Continue eating.”
His gaze went back and forth, the table and you. Before picking up the fork for the first time.
“Pfft— You don’t have to use the fork! Do what you’re most comfy with, you know?” you stood up to not only take the fork out of his hand, but to also plant your lips against his messy one.
“W-What was that for!?” he stammered, full face exploding in redness.
“An apology.” you smiled at him, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the cream off your lips.
Silence settled again. This time it was a teeny tiny bit uncomfortable. Because he was staring.
“…Thanks for inviting me.” he carefully thanked you, taking another tissue to wipe his own lips.
“Why are you sulking?”
“I’m not..!” he quickly denied yet your eyes made him confess again, “okay maybe I am…”
“Why’s that?”
“Kiss me again. Err— My mouth is clean now…” he plead, a frown slowly forming on his face.
His own plead making him embarrassed again.
“But don’t wipe it away this time…”
AUGUST STILZA.
"STOP screaming in my ear, August. Please..." you trailed off.
Although your favour was unheard and plead futile since your voice didn't reach him fully. "LOVELY! STAND UP! IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY!" he shouted in anticipation.
"August." you whined, trying to cover your ears with your pillow.
Yet he didn't let you, pulling the pillow quickly away and grasping your hand to pull you up. "Leave me alone." you huffed out in annoyance, manipulating your weight to make it harder for him.
"NO WAY!" his arms wrapped itself around your torso as he dragged you out of the bed.
The cold wind hit your skin, your back against his chest and his arms right around your waist. "COME ON!" he bursted into a laughter right beside your ear, letting it bleed inwardly.
"I think i'm deaf." you hummed and slipped into the slippers.
August was still holding onto you though — even though you were already standing by yourself, his arm now over your shoulders.
"Shut it." you demanded.
"Of course." he lowered his volume by a ton, zipping his mouth shut for you.
"Good." you grumbled, "can you grab my jacket?"
"The prettiest for my beautiful lady!" he chuckled rather loudly, and grasped one — one that matched your pyjama.
"Stop..." you trailed off at his compliment and slipped into it with his help. "You shower me too much with affection."
"WHAT?"
"I'm getting Hoops to beat your ass." you furrowed your brows, "never mind, she's too kind for that. Or..?"
"I think I shower you too less. It's not ENOUGH! And actually, I feel a bit guilty, ya know?" he admitted, tilting your head to face him — his lips peppering you with lots of kiss.
And the last one landed on your lips.
"Don't..." you paused as you freed yourself to wipe your mouth, "feel guilty—"
"PARDON?" he gasped in shock, definitely not amused by that move.
"Yes?"
"Who are you to wipe my kiss away!?"
"Back off, August." you picked up your pace.
"Come here!"
"Please leave me alone!"
RIYO REAPER.
"FEELS like my girlfriend is ignoring me intentionally.” the red head hummed next to you.
A sigh escaped your lips, your hands collecting all papers all together as you stared at her from the corner of your eyes. “Is that so?” you questioned and placed the stack of paper aside.
“Not anymore.” she returned your smile with a cheeky grin.
“Of course. You tend to get the wrong impressions from time to time.”
“I do? But I just wanted your attention!” she draped your arm over your shoulder.
“Get yer couple asses back to the room.” someone commented from the side.
“Zanka, are you jealous? Not being able to see your girlfriend kinda sucks, doesn’t it?” Riyo teased him, throwing the fact that his girlfriend wasn’t on the mission with them.
“Shut it.” he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, sideying the red-haired girl.
Oh it almost seemed like he was about to jump her.
“Calm down, Zanka…” you sweat dropped at their siblings-like antics.
“Ain’t no way yer lettin’ her off the hook, just ‘cause she’s yer lil’ girlfriend!”
“You’re the one, who’s falling for her teasing.”
“Those are rude remarks. Reminders that I definitely don’t need.”
“I mean yeah — I agree with Riyo though. It sucks to not see your partner…” you trailed off.
“Don’t take her side like this.”
“Naw, I love you too!” Riyo cupped your face and smooched your lips.
“I’m going to beat you guys.”
“Is this really what we get to see as soon as we enter?” Enjin spoke up, beside Rudo.
Another sweat drop rolled down your cheek as your eyes went back and forth between them and the bickering two, the back of your hand subconsciously wiping away the wet kiss.
“Pfft—” Zanka muffled his laughter.
“She did not!” Rudo gasped for the dramatic effect.
“[name], what was that for?” Riyo immediately asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
“You’re signing up for another kiss.”
“I don’t mind though.”
“Get out.” Zanka didn’t hesitate to compose himself again.
“Where’s taffy?”
FU OROSTER.
WHY were you staring at him so intensely? Did he do something wrong? Even though he didn't do anything? Only sitting down across from you because you said so.
"D-Did I do something..?" he questioned quietly.
"No." your reply came immediately before pausing for a short second, "not really."
He could only sigh in relief for now. Until he straightened up again, mustering up his courage to know what your issue was. "Umm, what's wrong then..? If I can ask that is—!"
"Of course you can ask." your lips curled into a bright smile, "it's just pissing me off."
"Err— What's pissing you off?"
"You are."
"Oh."
Silence settled between the two of you as his body went as stiff as a board. "S-So I did something to annoy you..?" he stammered, sweaty hands grasping his pants tightly.
"I already said no." you huffed, "it's just that, you never do something on your own. I always have to command you or heavily imply that I want you to do something."
"Oh... I'm sorry—"
"Don't always say sorry." you fell into his word, "I don't need an apology without a change."
"I'm—" he broke off the sentence himself. "Well, what can I do...? To make you happy..."
"Shouldn't you know yourself?" you grumbled and leaned your cheek against your first, leg thrown over the other as you leaned back against the chair.
"I suppose I do..." he trailed off. "How mad are you?"
"Very mad. Furious even." you hummed and waited patiently for his next move. "Do something, Fu."
"Let me think..." he closed his eyes and sighed out, hands running through his hair to figure out.
"Time's a bomb."
"Don't be mad if I do it!"
"If you do it on your own without me saying anything, then sure."
His chair squeaked right behind him while he stood up, leaning forward over the table to kiss your lips swiftly. Almost too swift for such a sweet kiss.
And you? You were caught by surprise for once.
"—I'm sorry!" he didn't waste a second to apologise when he backed away again.
"No..." you trailed off, trying to blink away the surprise. "That was a change of heart."
"Really..?"
A bright smile formed on your face again as your hand run over your mouth — teasing him by wiping away his work. And it certainly upset him, only being able to watch with a frown.
"Let's go out."
"Sure..."
"You good?"
"I'm alright..." he was contemplating his life choices, he wasn't alright at all.
"You're so sweet, i'm sorry." you grasped his soft cheeks and planted a kiss against his forehead, letting his ears heat up.
You bedazzle and confuse him at the same time.
JABBER WONGER.
"GET your hands off it." your demand was clear and authoritative within the room, tension reaching another low as soon as those words came out of your mouth.
"Just tryna pet it! Something wrong with that?" Jabber immediately defended himself with a lazy grin.
"Clearly doesn't want to get pet." you stared at the dog, trembling underneath the shadow of his dirty hand.
"Naw, how would you know?" he didn't budge an inch, still staying in the crouched down position as before. "Are you relating? 'Cause you're like a dog? I kinda see the similarities—"
"It doesn't take someone smart to notice." you stared down at him from your standing position, arms crossed sternly. "But I doubt you would notice anything, considering your lack of brain cells..."
"Ya tryin' to ragebait me?" he titled his head.
A sigh escaped your lips, deciding to kneel down and pick up the dog yourself. "Hey! Finders keepers, that's my dog!" he didn't hesitate to whine, watching you stand up again.
"Jabber, you stink." you stared at the animal, "you always do. When was the last time you showered?"
"Very recently yo? Prolly like two weeks."
Silence filled the room, your hand staying at place on top the fur and your face converting into a grimace. "You smell like shit." you frowned and were about to step back — only for the male to hold onto your leg.
"Don't leave me, lovely~" he sung loudly, arms wrapping around your leg.
A shudder ran down your spine, quiet squeal leaving your mouth.
"Get away from me!"
"Only for sum kisses!"
His hand found itself behind your legs, right under your knee while he grasped your hand with the other — forcing you to fall down right beside him. "Come here." his face mouth was dangerously close to your face.
Too close. And it resulted into a kiss.
"—EW!" you cried out and rubbed the dirt off your face.
"If ya continue wiping away those kisses full of love, I'll rub myself against ya."
"Get away from me. I would rather hang out with goober than with you!"
You two are total opposites.
TAMSY CAINES.
PURE poison — his whole was probably the most problematic within the group. You just know, there's this uneasy feeling in your stomach that screams whenever you are near him.
He's unreasonably kind and calm, always staying rational in the most stressful situations, being able to keep a cool head. And everyone seems to like him because of his nature.
But something is definitely off with him, especially the way he stares at you and watches you. Every move, every blink? Probably noted down in his sick little mind.
You grew to dislike him a ton — although not being able to reason why and where it was coming from. He's just, cunning and hides some things too well. Something, behind that face and those scars.
"Ever since Rudo joined, he's been a little weird." you murmured under your breath, eyes set on the plate.
"Who?" Neri questioned and stabbed the sausage before eating it.
"I mean he's always been a little weird—"
"[name]..."
"—Like even before Rudo was here. Can you believe it?" you shrugged your shoulders, "but now—"
"[name]."
"Can you not interrupt me...? Going back to topic... Something was added to his weirdness." you finished, finally meeting her blank expression.
And then realisation hit you.
"He's right behind me, isn't he..?" you whispered so quietly.
"Good afternoon, Neri and [name]." Tamsy greeted you and sat down right beside you, "may I ask what today's topic is?"
"You may not." you immediately answered without thinking, face heating up in embarrassment.
Shit talking right in front of his face?
"Is that so? I feel kind of left out..." he hummed and placed his plate of food next to yours, sitting a bit too close.
"Excuse me." Neri closed her eyes, trying to surpass a laughter by standing up and already making her way to somewhere else, "i'm getting a tea."
"So? Back to topic." Tamsy's gaze stays glued to you, a calm smile adorning his face.
"We were talking about Enjin." you lied and avoided eye contact.
"Really? But he's really admirable. Why would you ever talk so negatively of him?"
"Please..." you trailed off and slid a few centimetres away from him, hand on the chair.
"What's the problem?" he questioned in worry, grabbing your hand. "You're trembling ."
"It's a bit cold, don't you think so?" you smiled at the male, your hand in his hold.
"[name], you know. I feel a bit unwelcome around you." he sighed out, thumb caressing the back of your hand. "Do you perhaps... have a problem with me? Can we sort this out?"
"No what. I have nothing against you. In fact, I like all my colleagues 'cause y'all are pretty cool. I'm just a bit careful around everyone since I might be a little... weird. I don't want them to have the wrong impression of me."
"Really? That makes me happy." he smiled sweetly, pressing his lips carefully against your hand. "It would be my pleasure to be your friend."
"Sure." you replied dryly.
"If you would excuse me..." he stood up again, leaving his one plate with barely anything.
"Geez... That was weird..." you frowned and wiped the kiss away.
Reader is ── Gender Neutral | Cleaner/Raider respectively
Story is ── Romantic | Headcanons
Warnings ── N/A
August
✦ ── August gifts you so much stuff it's hard to keep track, though more often than not it's clothes. You find the knitting needles yourself in his workshop, and when you mention wanting to try knitting, he shows you how and encourages you to keep them!
✦ ── He tried knitting, but it required too much patience and was far too easy to fuck up, so they were just gathering dust anyways. Seeing you knit in your little corner of his workshop brings him joy, too!
✦ ── Even when you're off on missions as a supporter, you bring them along to work on your project during the long drives or stops between locations.
✦ ── That's why, when your team is outnumbered and you're moments from being trash beast food, you have them on you. Suddenly the little needles are giant pins that skewer the trash beast like a knife through butter.
✦ ── Oh yeah, that's so fucking badass! Now August is begging to see them in action, even if it's dangerous! He wants to see you put those needles to work, babe!
"DO YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN ME!?" He was clinging to your waist, wide eyes staring down at you through orange lenses.
Despite his accusation, he had a large grin on his face.
"Of course not, Auggie! I love them so much because you gave them to me!" Your hands were waving frantically, playing along with him.
"I know! Just wanted to hear you say it!" The low chuckle he gave was unlike his usual boisterous laugh; it would have been alarming if it weren't coming from August.
"THIS MEANS I GET TO MAKE YOU A GIVER UNIFORM! WOO!!"
Eishia
✦ ── It was an old tool of hers, a simple stethoscope that was a little worse for wear. She had just gotten a new upgraded one, and she knew you had fun playing with it, so she gifted you her old one!
✦ ── Eishia knows you best, because you're always using it on anyone who lets you (mostly her) or on random surfaces to see what it'd pick up.
✦ ── It becomes pretty commonplace to see you wearing it, which warms her heart. She's glad you put the old thing to good use, even for silly purposes.
✦ ── During one mission you get separated from the rest when a Raider attacks. It's life or death when they rip your stethoscope away from you. It just so happens the chestpiece makes contact with their skin.
✦ ── Suddenly you can hear everything they're thinking and feeling and how their body is reacting. You're able to discern their instrument's weak point from their thoughts and use it to beat them.
"My gift...saved your life?" After you'd been healed from minor injuries, she'd taken the time to listen to what happened.
"Yeah! I was moments from being killed, and then boom! All these thoughts flooded me. So, thank you, Eishia!" Your hands were holding one of hers, keeping it close to your chest.
She was still staring at the stethoscope around your neck.
"I really didn't do anything. It was just a little gift..." Her stammering took over as she lowered her voice. "...but I'm really glad it helped you."
Enjin
✦ ── It was a stupid joke, is what it was. He got you a stopwatch because you were the slowest runner on Akuta and wanted to 'fuel your rage' during your training runs.
✦ ── It worked, albeit a bit too well. You used it all the time and maintained the habit of trying to break your own speed record. He'd always be there to cheer you on and watch as you steadily beat his own speed.
✦ ── One day the two of you go for a run around town, except halfway across the street a car comes barreling towards you and Enjin.
✦ ── One second he's bracing for impact, and the next he's safely on the sidewalk without having moved a muscle. You're clearly out of breath, but your eyes are glowing, and so is the stopwatch.
✦ ── Absolutely baffled at the absurdity of it. People spend their whole life trying to become a giver, and you did it with one gag gift and a shitty driver. Yeah, you're fucking amazing!
"FOR REAL!?" The walk back to HQ is filled with his baffled shouts and your laughing.
"I mean, I guess it makes sense. I've been taking good care of this lil guy." You were looking at the stopwatch again, which seemed to be able to slow down time.
You'd have to test it out some more before you knew exactly what it did.
"Damn, I should start gifting shit to more people. Cleaners could always use more givers." If only it were that easy.
Follo
✦ ── When he and the others head to town to get artificial flowers for Zanka, Follo gets the bright idea to buy you a bouquet for your date later that night.
✦ ── It's full of your favourite flowers, colours, and foliage that support the entire aesthetic. The stems are neatly tied with a ribbon, and they'll never die since they're fake!
✦ ── He's super happy you cherish them, to the point where you always wear at least one of the flowers in your hair or somewhere on your person.
✦ ── One day while the two of you are out on a mission, supporting the combatants, a trash beast gets way too close to trampling Follo.
✦ ── The flower you're wearing comes to life in a blur of panic. Suddenly the trash beast is completely ensnared in reinforced artificial vines until it's crushed to death.
"Your flowers? The ones I gave you?!" The post-fight rush is long over, and suddenly Follo is all over you, making sure you're uninjured.
Ironic, given he was the one in danger.
"Yeah! I guess I loved them a little too much, huh?" Follo was inspecting the flower you twirled between your fingers.
"That's so...so...gah!" He pulled you into his arms, mostly so he could hide the tears welling up in his eyes. Wanting to be a giver was one thing, but knowing he helped you become one was already an honour.
Jabber
✦ ── You were like...an honorary Raider. Being a non-giver, you mostly just helped Jabber with whatever missions he had when possible.
✦ ── Of course you couldn't go on all of them, which meant you were alone a lot. Jabber didn't like that, so he brought you the first weapon he could find: an axe!
✦ ── You, alone, bored, and an axe? Well, you may as well practice with it! And so you hone your skills at fighting with an axe, testing it on makeshift piles of trash and drawn targets.
✦ ── It's when some trafficker finds you alone that you first bother to use it against anyone. He gets the jump on you, but it's only moments before you've chopped the guy's hand off.
✦ ── Except your axe is blazing hot, and it cauterizes immediately. He won't bleed out, so you restrain him for the Raiders to do as they please later.
"Damn! That was totally nasty!" Jabber stuck his tongue out to accentuate his 'disgust' at how you'd pretty much tortured the guy.
"It's not like I knew it'd do that!" You gave an exasperated sigh, still clutching the axe you'd used hours prior.
"You should have known! You're obsessed with me and any gift I give you, right? Of course you'd become a giver!"
"I don't think that's how it works..." You weren't certain he was listening.
"We're a perfect little torture duo, though, don't you think? Non-lethal poison and non-lethal limb detachment." For whatever depraved reason, the thought brought a blush to his cheeks.
Rudo
✦ ── It was just something he'd found in one of the no man's lands, a little trinket he'd repaired and cleaned up because he thought you'd like it: a skateboard.
✦ ── You were always talking about how bored you were at base when you were done with front stuff, so why not give you a hobby to try? And it seemed to work!
✦ ── In fact, it became your main hobby. He would always go for small trips with you to find abandoned buildings, taking the time to build ramps and obstacles with you.
✦ ── When he's away on missions, you like to visit the little ramp parks on your own. Only, this time there's a horde of smaller trash beasts there.
✦ ── Usually your skateboard wouldn't work so well on the uneven soil, making the quickest path out of there, but suddenly your skateboard is levitating, and wheels simply don't matter!
"This isn't a joke, right?" Rudo was side-eyeing the skateboard currently leaning against the wall. He'd just gotten back and was filled in on your encounter.
"Dead serious! Thank you, Rudo!" Your hug caught him off guard, though he eventually managed to offer it right back.
"Huh? Thank me? Why?" His pale face is now a burning crimson.
"I was saved because of your gift, and it's special to me because you fixed it up for me! So, thank you!"
Semiu
✦ ── Since you're always sitting by her desk during your free time, she gifted you a nice Rubik's cube to keep your hands busy and away from messing with her paperwork.
✦ ── Now you're crazy fast with it! You ask other cleaners to scramble it for you, and you can solve it in under thirty seconds. You're distracted, and Semiu gets your company while she works.
✦ ── One day some no-good lowly group decides to try and infiltrate cleaner HQ through the back exit tunnels. Naturally you follow Semiu because you want to see her badass fight!
✦ ── There you are, mindlessly toying with your Rubik's cube, when you overhear one of them call her all sorts of obscenities. No weapon has been drawn, the fight hasn't even started, and suddenly the whole tunnel is upside down.
✦ ── You're furious, cussing them out and twisting the Rubik's cube. Every time you turn it, the gravity in the tunnel shifts, which Semiu has no trouble adjusting to. The criminals, however, fall without grace countless times.
"Seriously? I didn't think you liked that little toy so much."
"I like it because of you, Semiu. You gifted it to me, and it allows me to spend more time with you." Of course she knew that already, but she enjoyed hearing it come from you directly.
"That's plain adorable, babe." Seeing you enjoy a gift so much to the point of awakening as a giver was both an honour and a huge addition to her ego.
Tamsy
✦ ── It was an innocent gift. He got roller skates to try them out; you showed interest, so he thought you might use them more than him. He even goes out of his way to help you get used to wearing them!
✦ ── The laces were also replaced with some of Tokushin's yarn, since the originals had rotted. Overall, the personal touches he provides in fixing them up for you make it extra sweet.
✦ ── It's one evening when you're minding your own business, roller skating along the nearby town's sidewalks while Tamsy walks alongside you, that someone is crossing the road and fails to notice a car moments from hitting them.
✦ ── You're far, impossibly far, and yet your feet carry you faster than what should have been possible. You've swooped the person out of the way just in time to miss the car.
✦ ── Amazed? Of course! Impressed? Absolutely! Smitten? Of course he is; what an absolute ego boost that you became a giver thanks to his kindness.
"Rollerskates, hm? My distaff is much cooler." He was already teasing you on the walk back.
Walk, yes, because you now clutch the skates in your arms. Adrenaline is still racing from the ordeal and you're terrified you'll accidentally activate them again.
"Is teasing your way at getting me to calm down?" You looked up from the sidewalk to eye him.
"It's working, isn't it?" Of course it was, but you'd never tell him that. He was already too cocky, knowing your instrument was his gift.
Tomme
✦ ── Since you and Tomme were both supporters, you got split up a lot. That meant she always wanted to hear about what kind of trash beasts you saw during your missions so she could write about them!
✦ ── Of course, you're busy fighting for your life, and she understands you can't always be taking notes. So she gifts you a camera and requests you try to take photos of them instead—when convenient—so she can add them to her journal that way!
✦ ── And you seem to really enjoy taking photos. You take great care of the camera and are always sure to bring back something for her. It's during one encounter that you nearly die to the very trash beast you're taking a photo of, when it turns out a little...different.
✦ ── The photo has a looping animation, and it already has a caption in your handwriting detailing the encounter!
✦ ── Tomme thinks it's a super badass power and is crazy excited to use some of these special polaroids in her journal. But she is also moments from smacking you over the head for endangering your life!
"I still can't believe you'd risk your life for my hobby, though." She's shaking her head, which now rests in her hands.
"But the shot turned out great, and now I'm a giver! That's a double win." Regardless of your confidence, your smile is still sheepish.
Tomme lifts her head, using a free hand to flick your forehead.
"Don't risk your life, no matter how cool it may seem!"
Zanka
✦ ── Gifts were rare from him. He was more of an experience person who wanted to spend time with you. When he does give you a gift, it's something extremely well thought out.
✦ ── Such as the little music box with a dancing ballerina in it. It was purchased from a collector and a vintage find. Not only that, but the song it played was a lullaby he heard you hum countless times.
✦ ── Whenever you struggled to rest or anxieties came to haunt you, you'd pull out the little box and watch the ballerina 'dance' to the little tune. It was great for when he was away, too.
✦ ── During one of your missions, you and a few supporters are cornered by two Raiders. Without any combatants you're no match, and it isn't long before most of you are injured or bleeding out.
✦ ── Your music box falls out of your pocket and opens, and once the little melody starts playing, both the Raiders fall completely limp to the floor.
"I'm just glad you're okay." Zanka is sitting on the side of your hospital bed, having stayed by your side since Akuta found you and the other supporters.
"It's thanks to you, really. Your sweet gift saved me." Your hand was intertwined with his; the music box sat on the side table where you could give it a glance.
"You're the one who used its potential, not me. But..." Zanka was avoiding eye contact, though you could see a blush peeking through the hair obscuring his face.
"I'm glad it means that much to you."
Author's Note ── I actually got this as a request, but it was only for Zanka/Tamsy, and they asked for a oneshot (which I don't do upon request), so I just had fun with it since the prompt was so fun!
Relationship headcanons for the Gachiakuta characters🤩
(dada Enjin ofc😛, Zanka… maybe even August and Jabber’s goofy asses🤣 Gris and Riyo, whoever you wanna add girl!) 💕
What would they be like in a relationship, how did they get together, and whatever other details you can think of🤭
“𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭”
a/n: first time writing gachiakuta headcanons for multiple characters… kinda nervous…
but wrote this while listening to lloyd’s be the one and i went ham 😼
ft. enjin, zanka nijiku, august stilza, jabber wonger, riyo reaper, rudo surebrec, gris rubion, follo tunito, tamsy caines, zodyl typhon
enjin
enjin does not fall in love quietly. it starts as irritation. you talk back. you don’t flinch. you don’t look at him like he’s something dangerous that needs to be tiptoed around. immediately suspicious.
the way you get together is the most accidental thing ever. one day you’re bantering during a mission, the next you’re patching him up, sitting way too close, and he suddenly realizes he likes the sound of your voice more than his own thoughts. which is insane. he hates that.
he flirts like he’s joking until he realizes you flirt back just as easily. then suddenly he’s the one getting flustered, cigarette paused mid-air because did you just say that?
enjin is the kind of boyfriend who pretends he’s chill, but is absolutely hovering. not in a controlling way. more like “i’ll lean against this wall casually while watching everything around you.”
arguments are quick, sharp, and honest. no drawn-out drama. you call him out, he scoffs, then ten minutes later he’s sighing and handing you something you forgot because yeah, fine, you were right.
physical affection is constant, but subtle. fingers hooked in your belt loop. his shoulder nudging yours. you sitting between his knees while he smokes, his chin resting on your head.
he trusts you with the ugly parts. the anger, the exhaustion, the moments where he feels like everything is just trash that needs burning. you’re the thing he doesn’t want to destroy.
secretly? he loves when you boss him around. would rather die than admit it.
zanka nijiku
zanka falls first and falls HARD. like embarrassingly hard. the man does not stand a chance.
you get together because you’re nice to him. that’s it. you treat him like he’s competent and capable and not just the butt of the joke, and he’s cooked.
he rehearses confessions in his head for weeks. when he finally tries, he trips over his words so badly that you think he’s joking. he is, in fact, not.
once you’re together, he’s so earnest it hurts. remembers everything. checks in constantly. wants to know if you ate, if you slept, if you’re okay.
he’s anxious in the beginning, always worried he’s not enough for you. one teasing comment too many and he’s spiraling internally until you grab his face and tell him to knock it off.
zanka is surprisingly brave for you. he still gets scared, but he moves anyway if you’re involved.
PDA makes him short-circuit. holding hands? fine. arm around his waist? he’s blushing. kiss on the cheek? he’s gone.
he talks about you like you hung the moon. like loving you is the most obvious thing in the world.
would absolutely let you hype him up before jobs. you say “you’ve got this,” and suddenly he does.
august stilza
august is loud. passionate. expressive with his whole chest. when he talks, people listen whether they want to or not.
you get together through chaos. heated discussions, raised voices, overlapping opinions… until one day you realize none of it feels hostile. it feels alive.
he absolutely hates being rushed. deadlines make him drag his feet out of pure spite. the more pressure he’s under, the slower he moves.
but when he’s left alone? when he’s trusted to work in his own rhythm? august produces absurdly high-quality results in no time flat. it’s almost unfair.
in a relationship, he needs space – but not distance. he wants to know you trust him enough to let him move at his own pace.
august is intensely affectionate when he’s in the mood. dramatic gestures. animated rants that somehow turn into praise about you halfway through.
he’s the kind of partner who defends you loudly. publicly. unapologetically. there is no “quiet support” with him.
arguments are fiery, but honest. voices raised, hands moving, emotions spilling everywhere. but once it’s out, it’s out. no lingering resentment.
he procrastinates emotional conversations the same way he procrastinates work – until suddenly, at 2 AM, he unloads everything with devastating sincerity.
jabber wonger
jabber is a menace. point blank. getting into a relationship with him is chaos from the jump.
it starts as mutual interest mixed with mutual bad decisions. banter that turns sharp. tension that never really leaves the room.
he flirts like he’s picking a fight. gets way too close. grins like he knows something you don’t.
jabber is possessive – not in a soft way, but in a feral “that’s mine and ALL mine” way. you shut it down early or it spirals. surprisingly, he listens (because only you tame him).
once he realizes you won’t be intimidated by him, something shifts. he respects you. that’s rare for him.
he’s intense with affection. grabbing your hand, pulling you into his space, laughing when you roll your eyes.
arguments are explosive, but short-lived. passion burns hot, then burns out just as fast. he cools off quicker than people expect.
jabber would throw hands for you without hesitation. but he’d also sit there quietly if you asked him to.
being with him feels dangerous, exhilarating, and weirdly loyal. if he’s yours, he’s yours.
riyo reaper
riyo lives like the world isn’t that serious. even when it absolutely is.
you get together because you don’t try to change her. you don’t scold her for her bad manners or carefree attitude. instead, you laugh along.
she’s calm in situations that should terrify people. unbeatable opponents, impossible odds – she just shrugs, grins, and moves forward anyway.
riyo is unprofessional to the point of absurdity. eats when she shouldn’t, says what she wants, interrupts people without apology.
she’s also shockingly competent. her laid-back nature isn’t ignorance – it’s confidence.
in a relationship, she’s playful and teasing. pokes fun at you, steals your stuff, lounges way too close just to see how you react.
affection is casual, but constant. leaning against you, draping herself over your shoulders, stealing kisses mid-conversation.
she doesn’t overthink emotions. if she likes you, she likes you. simple.
when things get serious, though, she locks in. her carefree smile doesn’t disappear – it sharpens.
arguments are weirdly short. she doesn’t hold grudges. once she says her piece, she moves on.
rudo surebrec
rudo loves like it’s survival. messy, intense, desperate in a way that makes his chest ache if he thinks about it too long.
you get together in the middle of shared rage. both of you against the world, against the system, against the way things are stacked unfairly. you don’t soften him – you understand him.
he’s awkward with affection at first. doesn’t know what to do with his hands, his words. he shows love by fixing things for you, by giving you objects he repaired like they’re offerings.
rudo gets territorial without realizing it. not in a loud way, more like he instinctively steps closer to you when someone else does.
arguments hurt him deeply. even small ones. he’s scared of abandonment and doesn’t always know how to say that, so he goes quiet instead.
when you reassure him, when you stay, he looks at you like you just saved his life. every time.
he laughs the hardest with you. real, unguarded laughter that surprises even him.
gris rubion
being with gris feels like standing beside someone who knows exactly who he is. there’s no posturing, no insecurity, just quiet confidence built from discipline and experience.
you get together through mutual respect first. he notices the way you work, how you handle yourself under pressure, and he doesn’t hesitate to acknowledge it. praise from gris is never casual; when he gives it, it means something.
he’s an honorable man to his core. he takes pride in doing things right, not fast for the sake of speed, but efficiently and cleanly. when he promises something, he follows through. every time.
in a relationship, gris is steady. dependable in a way that makes you breathe easier. you never have to wonder where you stand with him.
he listens, really listens. doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t rush you. even when he disagrees, he hears you out fully before responding.
gris isn’t afraid to uplift others, especially you. he openly respects your skills and your decisions, never diminishing them to protect his ego.
affection is subtle, but sincere. a hand on your shoulder when you’re tired. walking on the outside of the street. quietly positioning himself between you and danger.
arguments are handled maturely. he doesn’t raise his voice or shut down. he wants resolution, not dominance.
follo tunito
follo’s love is… layered. on the surface, he’s polite, friendly, endlessly considerate. he remembers names, offers help before being asked, smiles easily.
you get together because you see past that surface. you notice how hard he works, how often he pushes himself to be useful, how rarely he allows himself rest.
follo has a strong sense of justice – one rooted in empathy. he hates the idea of people being dismissed as unimportant, faceless, disposable. especially those who lived ordinary lives and were never given a chance to matter.
being with you intensifies that drive. he wants to be someone worthy of standing beside you, someone undeniably useful, undeniably necessary.
inwardly, he struggles with feeling “less than.” like if he stops moving, stops proving himself, he’ll be left behind.
he overextends himself constantly. takes on too much. stays standing long after he should sit down. and you’re often the one telling him to stop, to breathe, to rest.
when you worry about him, it catches him off guard. he’s so used to being the helper that being cared for feels unfamiliar… and overwhelming.
arguments usually stem from this. you telling him he doesn’t need to destroy himself to have value. him quietly admitting he’s scared of being seen as disposable.
affection with follo is gentle. careful. like he’s afraid of doing something wrong. once reassured, though, he’s warm, loyal, and deeply devoted.
tamsy caines
tamsy’s love is restrained, deliberate, and unsettling in how precise it is.
you get together because you don’t flinch away from him. you notice the patterns, the silence, the careful distance he keeps, and instead of demanding answers, you let him exist as he is.
he doesn’t offer affection freely. every touch is intentional. every moment chosen.
tamsy listens more than he speaks. stores information. remembers things you didn’t realize you shared.
he doesn’t express concern openly, but problems around you start disappearing. obstacles removed quietly, efficiently.
jealousy is subtle. dangerous. he doesn’t confront rivals – he simply ensures they no longer pose a threat.
arguments are tense, but controlled. he never explodes; instead, the room feels heavier, quieter. when you call him out, he pauses. considers. adjusts.
opening up for him is fragmented. half-truths. indirect confessions. you piece together who he is over time.
when he trusts you, it’s absolute. you become something precious – something he protects with frightening resolve.
zodyl typhon
zodyl approaches love the way he approaches everything else: strategically, carefully, and with long-term intent.
you get together because you don’t shrink in his presence. you challenge his ideas, question his logic, and refuse to be sidelined.
he respects competence above all else, and when he recognizes it in you, his interest becomes unavoidable.
zodyl isn’t openly affectionate. his love shows in access – bringing you into conversations others aren’t allowed to hear, trusting you with information that matters.
he values your opinion deeply, even when he doesn’t immediately agree. you make him think. that’s rare.
affection is controlled, but intense. lingering eye contact. quiet conversations late at night. his attention fully on you when you speak.
arguments are sharp, intelligent, emotionally charged. neither of you backs down easily, but he never dismisses you.
once committed, his loyalty is unshakable. if you’re his, you’re protected, respected, and treated as an equal.
Where they like to kiss you 😘 (Gachiakuta Edition)
Rudo: Cheek
He may be young, but he got his heart broken. Everything he does is now viewed with caution, almost hostility. Yeah, you're pretty cute an' shit, but that doesn't mean he's easy to open up. However, once you do start dating, likely, he's just gonna keep it simple and kiss your cheek. Just these soft, little pecks around the fat of your cheek are enough; oh god, he's turning red. The fact that he's even kissing is already crazy! He's kissing, and he's only fifteen! Of course, Enjin's all for whatever grade school romance is happening between you two, but Gris at least holds down a few ground rules on teen romance.
Enjin: Mouth, Neck, Back, Chest, Thighs
To be honest, the answer is "Anywhere", but I think these are the go-tos. (This has to be the most areas I've seen for a single character) Enjin's all for a curvy woman, so chest and thighs are obvious; you're constantly covered in bruises and bite marks. Kisses on the back are usually after sex, however, cuddles or surprise hugs behind the back are also acceptable. Mouth and neck are the most affected, usually because he just CAN'T get enough of your taste. You scold him to stop smoking, but he's gotta do something with his mouth. A simple peck throughout the day or just heavily making out in the crevices of the HQ, sucking against your neck just to rouse you into a quickie. Whatever's floating his boat at the moment.
Zanka: Nose, Forehead, Cheek
Soft Zanka for eva 😔✊. No, for real, Zanka's kisses would make you feel so soft and fluffy; every kiss is like taking a bite of your favorite dessert. Usually, he would kiss your cheek since it's the most basic, but just as domestic. He'd kiss your nose every morning before waking you up, or right before you fall asleep, or if he's just feeling a little playful; you two would definitely playfight, so be prepared to be kissed on the nose when he pins you down. He kisses your forehead whenever either of you returns from a mission or when you're sick/injured, lying on the bed, all flushed and tired. You two are so young, and yet you act so domestic; Riyo and Enjin would tease the hell out of both of you.
Riyo: Face
She's a little minx, so stay alert; you never know when you'll get a sneak attack. One moment, you could be training out on the basketball court, the next moment, there's a lip print on your cheek. And you're just like: "Where the hell did that come from?" (Lol, she wasn't even close to you 😭. She just came by in a flash.) You kinda get a little scared with how she's getting away with it, but she just plays it off as a little game. Riyo doesn't mean to scare ya; she just kisses your nose whilst you're cuddling together and rambling about weird dreams.
Gris: Hand
Such a gentleman ❤️. I see Gris being someone who would kiss his partner's scars. The most, of course, being your hands. Even if your Jinki—or whatever weapon you use—is not handheld, you still manage to get scraped by debris and shattered trash beast armor. Bandaged by strong hands and soothed by slightly chapped lips and soft goatee; God, I'm melting just thinking about it. When his strong hands just engulf yours in one swallow, capable of warming your fingertips because his internal heat is so much higher than yours. Lying on the hospital bed, you could feel the warmth radiating from his hands or his lips pressed against your palms as if he were praying for your survival. He's such a sweetheart.
Follo: Nose, Forehead, Mouth
Oh my gosh, him~ 🤧. He makes me giggle and kick my feet. 19 years old and yet the only crush he had was probably that girl from his childhood. While Follo has little romance experience, it's not as bad as Rudo or Zanka. Follo would definitely do Eskimo kisses/nose nuzzles. He'd kiss your nose as an excuse to warm it up, but it just turns into a casual thing, like after you give him a gift or you've finished a chore. He kisses your forehead when you're distressed or you had a nightmare; seeing you in pain only multiplies his ache. But the real passion comes into play when he kisses your lips. He never thought he was a good kisser, but there's some so...good, something warm, something intense of just colliding his lips with yours, sloppily making out not because of lust (well...maybe 😏), but because he just ain't good at it. Mistakes are human, and, me personally, I do NOT care how good you're "supposed" to be at kissing, just as long as you love me dearly.
Tomme: Cheek, Hand
Simple girlie. ✨Highly underrated girlie✨. Tomme doesn't really express physical affection that much; she's probably more of a "words of affirmation" person, but kisses are exchanged commonly. Mainly your cheek when you greet each other, a small peck on your inner cheek, maybe at the junction of your nose. Hand kisses are when you're more intimate, those moments when you're in a daze, lost in your thoughts, but not moving a single muscle because your brain's fogged with random thoughts and fuzz. She kisses your hand because their just involuntarily intertwined with each other, and she, too, is a little tired.
Amo: Cheek, Mouth
Amo is...quite passionate. We are all equally traumatized by her...past events, so that just the words "love" and "Amo" are hard to formulate a sentence, let alone think about it. When Amo loves, Amo loves dearly; it's a binary response, 1 or 0, on or off, fun or icky. So once all systems vote for yes, Amo is attached to your hip. In an instant, her eyes are on you and nothing else. Amo loves, Amo cares, and Amo wants to show you that. Wet kisses on the cheek are the start of it, not even trying to finagle any hand-holding or simpler physical touch. Even straight-up kissing you on the mouth/making out happens randomly, too. She's touch-starved, alright? Boundaries are still a mystery to Amo. She's still trying to move on from Mister and the tower and everything else that happened. And she's still learning about feelings. I know many people reading this are probably getting a little weirded out about it, but we cannot forget what happened. She grew up too fast, and everything Mister taught her was WAY BEYOND what she needed to learned at her age.
Tamsy: Jaw, Neck, Mouth
Ah yes, Tamsy Caines. Good God, where do I begin? These three areas are the perfect spot for his lips to attack. Oh, you flinch when he breathes against your neck? Your breath hitches when his fingers trace your face? You think his lips are soft and plush? A little birdie told him you even thought he was a good kisser? Well, now we've got to test that. Now, of course, these kisses must be private, as if he's getting caught doing such scandalous things to you, even if it's just kissing. He would line your jaw with a few soft pecks, suctioning to your skin. He'll flutter down to your neck, sucking your jugular vein. He wants to bite it, rip it off, and watch the sweet blood flow from your soft, cakey skin, drink it like a vampire. Every kiss siphons your conscience; your knees buckle under a new gravity, commanding you to plummet. He kisses your lips ever-so slightly at first, teasing you by cushioning his lips to yours. Once he does initiate it—once you're prime and ready—he kisses slowly and sensually. And you just feel that rush of lust, of frustration, of desire. Everything just boils into a red-hot fervor. Darling, that's not him biting your lips; you're drawing your own blood.
Bro: Hand, Arms
Another gentle giant, besides Delmon. Bro would literally treat you like porcelain. You just can't get enough of holding his hands, they're so warm ☺️. Bro's hands just cradle yours in holy unison, and it is just ✨perfection✨. He kisses your hands to comfort you, letting all of your troubles wash away. He kisses your arms when you're more intimate, you know? When the day is almost over, Dear and Guita are both in bed, and you just have nothing to do but relax in each other's arms. *swoon~* literally paradise~.
Guita: Face
You playfight. Of course, you playfight. The two of you can't go a day without rolling each other over like two kittens. It's a constant game of who's the strongest—who can pin down the other the fastest? And to be honest, you're tied. However, Guita's funny little secret is distracting you with kisses!!! It's your one weakness; everyone has a weakness. So be prepared to be peppered with kisses unless you want to lose!
Corvus: Hand, Shoulders, Forehead
The best forehead kisses! The ones that truly make you feel safe. The ones that make you cling to him like a lifeline. The ones that make you cry because even the childhood home you grew up in with the people you grew up with and took care of you was truly not enough. Corvus would kiss your hand whenever you greet and before you left; literally, you keep making up new excuses to see the boss, and Semiu is like, "you know what? just go inside." Corvus would kiss your shoulders as a reward for a long day's work. I'm telling you right now his kisses are WORTH IT!!!
Semiu: Jaw, Mouth
She's ✨freaky✨. She's gotta be. A little bit. I want y'all to estimate how many porn magazines she has under her desk. (I'm guessing 27) With how much willpower she holds, capable of holding down the law amongst the Cleaners, she's gotta have some dominating traits. She only kisses during sex, and when she kisses, it hurts. Hickeys lines your jawline, your lips swollen and bleeding from her teeth. What she means to or not, it doesn't matter. Holding down the fort, that's her job since the very beginning.
August: Face, Stomach
Peppers your face like crazy. Nowhere is safe, not even your ears. Even if you say you're not ticklish, somehow this man will make you giggle. His kisses are so random to the point where you can't even guess. You could be standing completely still for hours, modeling a design, and he'll just give the fattest kiss on his cheek. You could be sitting on his lap, lost in thought, and he would peck between your brow. You could be lying in his bed fiddling with your Jinki, and he would just stop whatever he was working on and tickle you with kisses. There's never a rhyme or reason for any of his actions. I bet he also blows raspberries on your stomach to make you laugh, hence why I put that, too.
Eishia: Nose, Cheek
✨Another underrated girlie✨. She's so shy, but it's all worth it in the end. There's only so much Alice could teach her, and only so much August could help, but Eishia tries to be a little more forward. Small efforts, small victories, and we congratulate her for that. The first time she kissed you was the first time you had to go to the infirmary; Eishia wished you and her could hang out more often, but this is not what she meant. She was so scared, but she locked in; her crush was in pain, and she needed to deliver. But throughout the process, she did peck your cheek when you were unconscious, silently praying for your survival. And she did peck your nose when you awoke. Nevertheless, that was both her best and worst moment of her life.
Jabber: Anywhere
Every kiss is a fight for territory and dominance. You don't play fight, you wrestle. Literally kicking and screaming, biting and bruising. It's the "you should see the other guy" meme, but you both look absolutely fucked up. Jabber is a menace with absolutely no self-control when it comes to you. What seems like a simple dogpile blooms a wet patch of saliva and blood on your shoulder. A hug from behind results in a string of kisses down your neck and spine. You shouldn't have kept yourself exposed like that, baby. It won't be a surprise if your whole earlobe is gone one day.
Zodyl: Hand, Mouth, Shoulder
What's this? Zodyl has potential husband material? Why must most villains of fiction able to be the most gentlemanly in a relationship? The big bad himself is able to be soft just for you and only you. He kisses your hand whenever you meet, apologizing for the lack of time. If you're mad at him, he'd kiss your shoulder, emphasizing how much he means his apology. If you're still mad, he kisses your lips. Really, he truly is sorry for leaving you alone—no—for having to live in this horrible place. He means when he says you're always on his mind. He's never felt so domestic like this, like your lives aren't in constant toil and pain, like you don't live in a shitty trash heap. Somewhere beyond this plain, like a dream. He doesn't dream, he plans, he envisions, and now he's trying to manifest whatever sanguine lifestyle the two of you scraped together tenfold.
Fu: Anywhere
Wherever you tell him, he'll kiss you there. You gotta tell him your preferences because he's not gonna do shit until you say something. Literally the shyest of the bunch, can't function without a simple command. It's fine, give him (a lot) some time, but you've gotta snap him out of his obedience obsession. Disturb his comfort.
Cthoni: Clavicle, Neck, Back
Wherever she can hide, basically. Cthoni is not really one for physical affection, but since you're together, she might as well try. She can kiss wherever she can reach, meaning it's probably gonna take her Jinki to reach above your chest. Unless you're lying down—or you're somehow shorter than her—then she's got a chance. She mainly kisses your back because she's a master of the behind-the-back hug, but she'll kiss your neck and clavicle whenever she feels like it, mainly during the off-season.
Momoa: Jaw, Cheek
Another one who tends to hide, shying away from affection due to her introverted self. She only kisses you whenever you're not looking; making eye contact is hard, ok? Especially for her when she tuned out the whole world. Let her hide in the crook of your neck, and maybe, just maybe, she'll kiss your jaw or your cheek. Sometimes, she doesn't really feel like doing anything, so don't expect a lot of kisses, but do cherish the times when she does.
Summary: You have always been like a mother to the kids and teens at the cleaners, but since getting married to Enjin and becoming pregnant, you have become even more caring.
a/n: One-shot based on this request.
There was loud chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, and Enjin immediately knew that you must be there with the young cleaners.
And he was right.
Without saying a word, he leaned against the doorframe and watched everyone.
Riyo and Zanka were leaning against the wall, both smiling carefree, which wasn't unusual. For some reason, these two always seemed to relax in your presence, which you might call cute, but it annoyed Enjin sometimes, as they always stuck by your side and never really let him have a moment alone with you.
Rudo, Fu, Amo and Guita were seated next to each other. Guita was talking Rudo's ear off as he tried to comprehend what she was saying, while Amo had her head in her arms and was looking at you fondly. Fu just watching Rudo and Guita shyly, not wanting to intrude on their conversation.
And then there was you, cooking something in your vital instrument which was a pot. He remembered the day he asked you what it meant to you, and you told him it had been passed down from your father and held great value.
It fits, he'd always thought that. Food made you happy, and cooking for others always seemed to brighten your mood, as well as the mood of those around you.
Sitting on the kitchen counter beside you and helping with the cooking was Dear Santa. His thick eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated hard on not messing up, while you smiled at the young kid.
"You're doing so good, Dear! I might even make you my little assistant."
At that, Dear's expression softened as he looked up at you with his big blue eyes, his movements stilling.
You adored all the cleaners, but Team Child had always held a special place in your heart. You were a lot more doting and caring, making sure that they'd hear compliments every day.
Dear didn't really show it, but he appreciated that a lot. You and Bro Santa were like his anchor, and even Enjin ended up being liked by Dear because he could tell how much you loved him.
Suddenly, he heard loud footsteps approaching quickly in your direction as he swiftly made his way over to you, holding your body close. You flinched for a second before relaxing into his embrace.
"Careful!" Enjin scowled lightly as he watched Remlin almost slam into you, had he not pulled you close.
"Sorry!" Remlin apologised, stopping abruptly and looking up at you apologetically.
You smiled and ruffled their hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Just be careful next time."
Remlin's face lit up with joy and they continued running, which resulted in Enjin rolling his eyes and you flicking his forehead with your finger.
"That hurt..." He mumbled. You replied, "Don't roll your eyes at the kid," scolding him playfully. Then pulling him down so you could kiss the spot you had just flicked, which made Enjin's ears turn red.
"ME TOO!" There were multiple shouts in the kitchen as the young cleaners, except for Zanka, suddenly lined up in front of you, too.
"Huh?" Enjin huffed in confusion, glancing at you to see if you understood what they wanted. You did.
With a chuckle, you went up to Guita first, who had been the loudest in shouting 'Me too!' Leaning down, you brushed her fringe out of the way to kiss her on the forehead, which made her hug you tightly - as tightly as she could manage with the baby in your stomach.
"Don't squeeze her!" Enjin warned Guita, who whined and let go of you gently. The kids can't always control their strength, and your husband definitely didn't want them to hurt you or the baby.
Next was Dear Santa, whom you were about to pick up, when Enjin suddenly picked him up and held him at your height. "Seriously? I'm strong enough to hold him."
"I know, but being careful isn't going to hurt."
You just shook your head, a soft smile graced your face as you gave Dear a quick kiss on the forehead, and Enjin put the kid back down.
Each of the lined up cleaners received a kiss on the forehead. They all reacted a bit differently.
Riyo blushed lightly and a small smile crept onto her face, which was a rare sight for most people. She had let you in, and that was obvious.
Rudo's eyes became glassy when you ruffled his hair softly. He had slipped up and called you 'Mom' a couple of times, but you never minded. To you, they were your family.
Fu starting to cry as you brushed his tears away. Despite not having been around for that long, the teen was really starting to like you. Most of the time, he would walk behind you like a duckling following its mother.
Amo giggled and then glared at Enjin when she looked at him. She still couldn't stand him, and he would just keep his distance sinve you scolded him for being mean.
Remlin immediately sprinted off to draw something, grinning, as you laughed.
But that wasn't all. You looked at Zanka, who was still leaning against the wall, abruptly looked down once you two had made eye contact.
Your expression softened as you stepped forward and faced him. You engulfed the boy in a hug, which made his eyes widen at first, before slowly putting his arms around you.
"There's no need to be shy, Zanka. You can always come to me. I'll never judge," you whispered, just loud enough for Zanka to hear. He squeezed you briefly before letting go. His ears burning red as you pinched his cheek softly and kissed his forehead.
You then turned to face the doorframe and called out, "Eishia, I know you're there."
Quiet footsteps were then heard, and the girl emerged, looking embarrassed. "I-I didn't mean t-"
You just held your arms open and beckoned her to you. She started walking towards you "You get one too, beautiful," you leaned forward and gave her a little kiss on the forehead. The girl flushed deep red.
Now hours having passed, the kids had eaten and most had left to sleep, leaving only Dear, whose head fell forward, startling him awake a couple of times.
You cooed quietly at the sight and nudged Enjin to look. The sight of the child even softened his expression.
"I'll carry him to bed," he suddenly said, making you look up at him in surprise. Enjin wasn't normally the type to just go ahead and do something like that, but having seen how deeply you cared about the young ones, he was ready to stand by your side and support them just as much as you did.
With that, he got up and pulled Dear into his arms. The child leaned his head against his shoulder as the two of you started walking to Dear's room. Enjin rocked him gently once the kid began to stir awake. "Shh, it's okay. Just carrying you to bed." Enjin's deep voice echoed around the quiet room as the 10 year old closed his eyes once again.
Once Enjin had laid him down on the bed, you couldn't help but hug your husband tightly. "You'll be such a good dad," you said.
You felt a kiss being pressed to the crown of your head and heard him whisper, "And you'll be the best mom. Just look at you taking care of the young ones. Such a perfect Mama Bear."
a/n: I hope you all enjoyed this! I tried my best to give each of the kids and teens a moment with the reader.
Gachikuta x reader! who owns a plush that they love and sleep with; just fluffy! ♡
Zanka
The first time he notices, it’s by accident.
You’ve passed out after a long shift, curled around that tiny, threadbare plush like it’s a lifeline. Zanka walks in to drop off a repaired weapon, stops dead, and squints.
“…That's a— what is that?” he mutters. The plush stares back with one button eye and a suspicious tilt of the head.
He’s silent for a full ten seconds before huffing a low laugh. “Of course. You survive garbage beasts, but sleep with a stuffed thing smaller than my fist.”
Later, he acts cool about it — but you catch him side-eyeing it like it’s competition. “You hug that every night?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. “What’s it got that I don't, huh?”
You raise an eyebrow. “Softness. No attitude.”
He snorts, pretending that didn’t sting. “Hah. Fair.”
Still, he gets oddly protective. If anyone so much as jokes about your plush being “trash,” he’s suddenly very intense about explaining the difference between trash and treasure.
One poor Cleaner learned this the hard way. (“Say that again about the plush, I dare you.”)
One night, when you’re asleep, the plush tumbles off the bed. Zanka grumbles, picks it up, and dusts it off like it’s made of gold. He tucks it back under your arm and mutters, “Little idiot… can’t even stay put.”
Next morning, you notice someone’s repaired a loose seam. The thread’s the same color as Zanka’s coat. He denies it outright.
“Don’t look at me. Maybe it fixed itself.”
He’s smirking, but his ears are pink.
Rudo
Rudo spots it immediately the first time he visits your room. “Whoa, that plush has been through hell!” he says, picking it up with absolute awe.
You glare. “Don’t touch it with those grimy hands!”
He grins wide. “Relax! I’m not disrespecting it — I’m admiring it. Look at these stitches! Battle scars! This plush has lived a life!”
He’s fascinated by how long you’ve kept it. Starts asking ridiculous questions like, “So if it fell in the Pit, you’d dive after it, right? …Right?”
You say you’d probably dive after it. He nods solemnly. “Good answer. Shows you’ve got priorities.”
You try reminding him you were all in the Pit but he didn't hear that-
Rudo starts treating the plush like a team mascot. During downtime, he’ll hold it up and make it “talk”:
“Oi, (Y/N)! Rudo says clean your tools!”
“Hey Rudo, maybe you should clean your attitude!”
He even gives it a handmade accessory: a tiny scarf made from scrap fabric. “Now it’s got armor,” he says proudly.
It’s horribly uneven. You love it anyway.
When the plush accidentally gets smudged with grime, Rudo panics more than you do. He literally washes it by hand in the nearest water tank, humming some off-key tune while talking to it.
"You’ve been through worse, buddy. Don’t tell (Y/N) I dunked you.”
If you catch him doing this, he shrieks, denies everything, and immediately blames you.
“You left it unattended! What was I supposed to do, let it get dusty?!”
Talks about it like it's a sentient being-
“If I ever die, tell the plush I said hi. Actually, nah, tell it to avenge me.”
From that day on, the plush sits next to the tools when he’s working. He says it brings “good luck.” You know it’s because it makes him feel safe.
Enjin
Enjin doesn’t comment at first. You figure he either hasn’t noticed or simply doesn’t care. Then, one evening, while you’re cleaning equipment, he says:
“That stuffed animal you keep… it’s interesting.”
You blink. “Interesting?”
He nods slowly, studying it like he’s analyzing an ancient artifact. “Objects absorb the emotions of their owners. Yours has seen grief, joy, fear, rest. It’s… well-loved. Remarkable, really.”
You laugh nervously. “It’s just a plush, Enjin.”
“Just a plush,” he repeats, almost amused. “If that were true, you wouldn’t still keep it after all this time.”
Later, you catch him crouched beside it, carefully patching up a frayed spot with surgical precision using a Cleaners’ repair tool. “The stuffing was all coming out,” he explains without looking up.
Though seeing him squatting next to your bed, eyes scrunched up in concentration while fixing a plush was not on your bingo card-
When you thank him, he says simply, “You’d do the same for something precious.” Then, after a beat: “Also, its left button eye was loose. I tightened it. It was…creepy as fuc-”
He’s the kind of person who will, bow slightly or salute to the plush when you leave for missions.
You ask what he’s doing; he says with a grin, “Respecting the guardian that keeps you calm. Surely it deserves acknowledgement.”
You seriously can't tell if he's joking or not anymore.
You start calling the plush “Captain Plush.” Enjin stifles his laughs — but he starts using the title too.
“Captain Plush will remain on standby during your shift.”
“Captain Plush disapproves of your lack of rest.”
You’re 99% sure he’s teasing you. The other 1%? He might actually mean it.
