Gachikuta characters x reader; pre-relationship and relationship headcanons; fluff
Zanka
Pre-Relationship
Zanka doesnโt realize he likes you for ages. He just knows he feels wired around you โ like his brainโs on overcharge.
You make him laugh in that weird, impulsive way that he canโt stop replaying later. Heโll grin to himself mid-battle remembering something stupid you said.
He teases you constantly, but itโs rarely cruel โ he just wants your attention. You sass him back once, and he decides youโre too dangerous to him as he feels his face heat up.
When you get hurt, he acts nonchalant โ โItโs your own fault, dumbass.โ But heโs at your side patching you up five minutes later.
Relationship
Expect chaos. Zankaโs not used to emotional intimacy, so affection from him is always loud, messy, and sincere in a very him way.
Heโs surprisingly tactile โ grabbing your wrist, pulling you into hugs, leaning on your shoulder while he talks about random junk.
He loves bragging about you. โYeah, my partnerโs tougher than they look โ donโt even try it.โ
Gets protective, but not in a controlling way. If anyone threatens you, his grin gets sharp โ that โI dare youโ kind of energy.
You two probably have matching scars, tattoos or junk weapons you built together; he's secretly corny like that
He gets flustered instantly if you are the one initiating affection though-
And of course, that just makes you want to do it more (you love him don't worry).
Enjin
Pre-Relationship
Enjinโs interest in you is instantaneous. You catch his attention with something bold โ standing up for yourself, pulling a stunt, or just refusing to be intimidated.
Heโs loud about it, too. โOi, youโve got guts! I like that!โ Cue everyone else wondering if heโs flirting or starting a fight (answer: both).
He teases and provokes you constantly โ half to test your reactions, half because itโs fun watching you rise to the bait.
The more you throw his energy back at him, the more hooked he gets. You match him heat for heat, and he lives for it.
Heโs not shy about liking you โ but heโll mask it with bravado and chaos. If someone points it out, though, heโll get defensive: โWhat? No, donโt be stupid!โ
He does get jealous, loudly. Lots of glaring and grumbling under his breath if someone elseโs getting your attention.
Relationship
Enjin is all in once youโre his partner. Zero hesitation, zero shame. He tells everyone โ loudly.
โYeah, thatโs my partner! You got a problem with it?!โ
Physical affection? Constant. Heโs the type to drape himself over you or sling an arm around your shoulders in public.
Heโs reckless in fights but fights smarter if youโre watching โ he wants to impress you, and heโll smirk mid-battle if he knows youโre looking.
Words of affirmation, but yelled. โYOUโRE AMAZING!โ followed by a grin like he means every word.
When youโre alone, though? He dials it down โ still blunt, but softer.
โYouโre seriously somethinโ else, yโknow that? Donโt go gettinโ hurt.โ, he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.
He gets so protective if youโre injured, and it comes out as anger โ yelling at the enemy, at himself, even at you until he calms down.
You two probably bicker constantly, but itโs always playful, the kind of back-and-forth that keeps the spark alive.
Jabber
Pre-Relationship
Jabber doesnโt fall for you normally. Itโs more like he gets obsessed with how your brain works or how you react to his nonsense.
Heโll barge into your space at weird hours with some new poison or half-baked idea, like:
โHEY, come look at this thing! Donโt touch it though โ it might explode!โ
Half the time, youโre like โwhy are you here?โ and heโs like โI dunno, youโre fun to talk to.โ
He notices everything about you โ your reactions, habits, little quirks โ and stores it away. His memoryโs freaky good when it comes to you.
If he likes you, he gets weirder. More talkative, more touchy, more dramatic. Heโll go off on tangents mid-conversation just to make you laugh.
When someone asks if he likes you, heโll probably just grin and go, โMaybe! Maybe not! Who knows?!โ โฆbut yeah, he totally does.
Relationship
Dating Jabber is like living in a constant state of mild chaos. You never know what youโll wake up to โ an prank, a weird meal, or him trying to balance junk parts on your head.
Heโs affectionate in unconventional ways: weird compliments (โYour face looks scientifically pleasing todayโ), giving you strange trinkets, or finding you something half-useful, half-bizarre.
Super tactile โ hanging off your shoulders, hugging you from behind when heโs bored, stealing your snacks just to see you react.
Heโs loud when heโs happy and silent when heโs mad. When heโs quiet, it means someone messed with you โ and thatโs when people should be afraid.
If you get hurt, he freaks out, but not like most people. He starts rambling fast, panicking through action โ patching you up, scolding you while laughing manically, muttering curses at the world.
โYouโre okay, right? You better be okay โ I didnโt sign up for heartbreak today!โ
He loves when you indulge in his eccentricities. Help him with an poison or join in his nonsense, and heโll fall a little harder.
When he says โI love you,โ itโs probably in the middle of chaos. Like mid-laugh, mid-yell, mid-โoh crap, this might blow up.โ
โHahaโoh wait. I love you, by the way. Donโt die!โ
Weirdly loyal. Like, ride-or-die loyal. He might be a disaster, but once heโs yours, heโs all in โ brain, heart, and chaos included.
Thank you so much for reading! ๐ฉถ
P.S. This is my first time writing for gachiakuta and I am open to any criticism or suggestions for improving my writing! Thank you for your patience as I try getting better โก
๐ข๐บ โ Zanka wont say youโre dating, but there will be signs
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#1
Rudoโs had a long day, fighting trash beasts, training exhausted him at the end of the dayโ and all he wants to do is unwind and relax with the others before bed.
but he notices something.
when did you and Zanka get soโฆclose?
he is well aware you guys are close, but as he chats with the other cleaners, his eyes drift to the two of you, half engaged in the conversation, the other half of you too busy giggling at something Zanka said, his arm lazily resting on the back of the couch behind you.
โwhen did zanka become funny?โ Rudo mutters in confusion, not intending to say it out loud. Zanka, you and enjin, whoโs smirking mischievously as if he knows something Rudo doesnโt, look at him. โwhat? did you say my name?โ zanka asks, slightly suspicious.
Rudoโs ears flush red, turning away from his gaze, โoh- uhh, nothing.โ he plays it off not-so cooly, but Zanka just shrugs, going back to his past conversation.
He notices it all, the way zanka subtly shifts closer to you, how he leans in close to talk to you, and his cheeksโ which are dusted with pink.
Zanka surprisingly doesnโt mind the proximity too, your head is borderline resting on his chest, and your knees are pressed together, he wouldโve instantly moved away if it was anyone else.
but its different when its you.
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#2
the mission didnโt go as planned, there were casualtiesโ too manyโ including you. zanka hasnโt left your side once, heโs hunched over where you lay in the infirmary, your body covered in cuts and bruises as you sleep off your injuries from earlier.
rudo comes in to visit, his hands holding a little bouquet of sweet scented flowers, and enjin towers behind him. He stands beside Zanka, placing a hand on his shoulder.
โsheโll be alright, donโt worry too much, eh?โ he says, but zanka doesnโt look up, his eyes remained glued to your face just waiting for you to wake up and to tell him your okay.
Rudo steps forward hesitantly, placing the flowers beside your bed, he spots zanka holding your hand tight, thumb stroking along your knuckles, which are painted with dark bruises and grazes.
he finally glances up and the two others, his face pale with worry and eyes blown wide from earlier adrenaline. โYou donโt look so good.โ Rudo states, taking in his complexion.
Enjin snorts, โheโs worried about his girl- of course.โ his hand goes up to ruffle his hair, as zanka attempts to hide his face, which is bright pink with slight embarrassment from being so openly called out.
his girl? interestingโฆ
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#3
Zankaโs sickโ as much as he tried to deny it and play it off, he found himself at your bedroom door in the middle of the night, sweaty and restless from his current inability to rest.
โzanka?โ you question quietly, your voiced laced with worry. โwhats wrong?โ he steps into your room, and his head finds your shoulder, burying his face into it. โiโฆi donโt feel good,โ
you help him to get comfy in your bed, the comforting smell of you from the duvets puts him at ease. as you place a cool towel on his forehead, there is a soft knock at the door. confused at who may be here at this hour, you approach and open the doorโ its rudo.
โhey, iโโ he freezes when he notices zanka in your bed, the tips of his ears flushing. โis this a bad time?โ you smile, shaking your head softly. zanka sits up in bed, looking quite obviously dazed and half asleepโ unaware who awaits at the door.
he groans softly, โcome backkkk, its cold..โ and rudoโs blush deepens, heโs never seen zanka in a state like this, so soft and needy.
weird.
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#4
its early morning, the sun barely grazing the horizon in a soft yellow hew. most of the cleaners remain in their rooms or are out on missions.
Rudo woke up early, heading downstairs to grab some waterโ but he was not expecting to see you and zanka kissing on one of the couches. he clears his throat awkwardly, making you both look up and gasp. Zanka abruptly removes his hands from your waist. โshit.โ
you simply laugh it off, whilst zanka hides his face in your neck. rudo is stunned, unable to move from where he is standing.
kissing isnโt what friends do.
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rudo is traumatised to say the leastโ he cant even look the both of you in the eye. He is sitting with you, enjin, zanka and riyo, the sun beginning to set after a long day, and you all find yourselves caught up in light-hearted chatter, whilst rudo stares into space.
โrudo?โ riyo asks, waving her hand infront of his face. He jolts slightly. โohโuhh, yeah?โ he says, eyes darting around. โnothing, you look like youโve seen a ghost though, whats up?โ
you and zanka both look over at eachother, and rudo flushes bright red. โiโฆumm-โ he gets cut off by you, โhe walked into me and zanka kissing.โ
Enjin bursts out laughing, clutching at his stomach at the whole situation, zankaโs face spurring on his laughter. โtheyโve been together for a while nowโ what, 7 months?โ rudoโs eyes practically fall out his head, obviously having no idea about you and zankaโs relationship. riyo perks up, โyikes, you have alot of catching up to do.โ
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ใป ๊ช/n : mb if this is buns โ๏ธanyways why is it so hot its only may, im not complaining tho
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: 0.3k; fluff; gn!reader; established relationship
โ note ! I'm so tlltd-pilled
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"zanzan, c'mere."
zanka deliberately ignores the way his face flushes at the nickname, glancing up to where you lounged on your stomach on his bed, some type of game console you managed to get your hands on occupying half your attention. he put down the book he was reading with a sigh, moving to get up from his desk to sit next to you.
the game you've been playing obsessively for days was displayed on the screenโtomodachi life, or something, he recallsโraising a brow as he sees a mii version of him on the display, following the mii version of you around your island with a blush on his face.
"your mii has been crushing for two days now, and has made no move at all," you remark, a slip of amusement obvious in your tone.
zanka clicks his tongue, feeling embarrassed, knowing it wasn't entirely inaccurate. "did'ya call me 'ere just to make fun of a videogame version of me in my face?" he murmured, earning a giggle from you. he grumbles under his breath, watching as you pick up your mii and held them over his.
mii-zanka started reaching for yours, jumping up and down and running after them as they dangled from the on-screen hand. the amused smile was obvious on your lipsโyou found the yearning to be entertaining.
zanka held back from huffing when a cutscene pops up after you finally made them interact, no doubt another one of those sappy ones you've shown him multiple times before.
"letโฆ myโฆ thoughtsโฆ reachโฆ youโฆ"
he physically makes a face as his mii outstretched his arm, as if telepathically reaching towards yours. mii-you then feels something's up, cutting to a clip of a bunch of mii-zanka's in your mii's stomach, repeating 'love you's over and over again.
"this is ridiculous," zanka murmurs, looking up from the screen towards youโand his eyes soften a little, despite the raging blush of abashment on his face.
as humiliating as it was that his mii was 'ready to risk it all', it remained true for his real counterpart.
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In which gachiakuta boys fell for your baking skills and you.
Very fluffly, gn!reader, no use of she, he or they, reader bakes goods || Thank you for the request dear<33
you bake late at night, when the base is quiet and your thoughts wonโt slow down. tamsy always โjust happensโ to be awake too, lingering nearby like heโs not waiting for you.
you wordlessly slide a small pastry toward him. he doesnโt say thank youโjust gives you that soft look, the one that means more than words, the one that makes the cruel world feel gentle, he eats slowly, savoring it, then carefully wraps the restโbecause why won't he? a treat from ya is divine.
โfor later,โ he murmurs.
later always means when things get bad, when missions go wrong, when he needs something warm to remind him you exist.
enjin is loud about it.
โYO?? YOU MADE THIS??โ
he takes one bite and immediately declares it the best thing heโs ever eatenโwhile dramatically slapping the poor tableโwhich is objectively untrue but very on brand, he tells everyone, oh boy, he brags! he asks what you put in it like you used magic.
you tell him itโs just sugar and patience.
he grins. โyeah, sounds like you.โ
somehow, he always makes sure you get first pick of supplies after that, while hugging youโmore like cuddling you while standing.
zanka pretends he's chill about it, which to be honest his is not.
you leave something wrapped neatly on his workbench without saying a word. later, when you pass by, itโs gone, vanished.
hours after that, you find him hovering awkwardly near you. โuh. the cookie you made?โ
you nod.
โโฆmake it again sometime.โ while blushing like heโs suffering from a fever.
he's awkward, but trust me he's trying!
corvus watches more than he speaks.
he notices how you always cut even pieces so everyone gets a fair share, how you taste-test first so no one else has to risk it, how you smile when people enjoy what you made, aw how are you so cute?
one day, he quietly watches you bake, next to you, eyes full of admiration.
you bake carefully.
when you hand him the finished product, his voice is low. โyou didnโt have to.โ
you shrug. โi wanted to.โ
he keeps the moment deep inside his heart.
zodyl claims food is fuel and nothing more.
still, he always eats what you make. always finishes it. always asksโvery curtlyโif thereโs more.
one time, you skip baking for a few days. he notices immediately.
โโฆyou alright?โ he asks, stiff, unsure.
you blink, surprised.
he looks away. โjust asking.โ
the next day, you bake again. he doesnโt say anythingโbut his shoulders relax.
follo never asks, you just notice the way he slows down near the kitchen, pretending to check something else, eyes flicking toward whatever youโre making. when you quietly hold out a small piece, he startles like heโs been caught.
โf-for me?โ he asks, soft.
you nod.
he takes it with both hands, like it might break, and thanks you three times before even tasting it. when he does, his eyes widen, and a shy little smile slips out before he can stop it.
later, you find a neatly folded note left near your things.
it was really good. thank you :)
you smile the rest of the day.
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you might've forgotten ZANKA'S kiss which resulted in him beating the trash beast faster than usual, a win is a win
team akuta watched as the trash beast crashed down in a cloud of dust, the impact making the ground tremble faintly beneath their boots. by enjinโs standards, the fight had ended in record time. while most of them were still staring in mild disbelief at the heap of mangled trash and metal settling into the pavement, zanka had already turned on his heel and started heading back toward the truck, his footsteps sharp and fast against the cracked concrete.
the irritation in the way he walked was obvious.
in fact, several trash beasts had already been taken out by zanka long before the others even finished dealing with their own. more than once, someone had taken down a creature, turned around to regroup with the team only to see zanka already in the distance, venting his frustration on two or three beasts at once, striking them down with an aggression that felt far more personal than usual.
none of them really knew why he seemed soโฆ frustrated.
the only thing heโd offered was a grunted, โletโs go back already.โ climbing into the truck he dropped into his seat heavily, arms crossing tightly over his chest like a pouty child. except the scowl on his face made it very clear this wasnโt some harmless sulk.
the anger rolling off him made the space inside the truck feel tense enough that nobody dared say a word or even breathe too loudly.
of course, that rule didnโt apply to enjin. halfway through the ride back, he leaned back lazily in his seat and glanced over with a teasing smirk.
โzankaaaa,โ he dragged out the name, clearly trying to lighten the mood. โwhatโs got you so grumpy today? you took those damn trash beasts out in record time.โ
several heads in the truck snapped toward him in silent fury; 'seriously?'
zanka, who would normally brighten instantly at enjinโs praise, beaming and giggling like heโd just been handed the best compliment in the world only muttered something under his breath this time, the words too quiet for anyone else to catch.
the rest of the ride passed in an uncomfortable silence.
by the time they finally made it back to base, everyone piled out of the truck almost at once. zanka didnโt hesitate for even a second before striding straight for the entrance, shoving the doors open with a rough slam that echoed through the building.
inside the living room, you flinched from your spot on the couch where youโd been talking with bro santa.
the sudden noise cut straight through the calm atmosphere.
when you looked up, you saw the entire team spilling in through the doorwayโ but zanka was already ahead of them. his eyes found you immediately, sharp and intense, before he started marching toward you with quick, purposeful steps.
โhuhโ zanka? heyโโ your sentence barely had time to exist before he grabbed you by the bicep and hauled you off the couch. dragged across the living room floor like a very confused, slightly disheveled cat.
behind you, the rest of team akuta stared. a few of them blinked slowly, their brains buffering. one of them even lifted a hand slightly, mouth parting like they were about to say something only for the person next to them to immediately grab that raised wrist and push it back down.
he didnโt speak until he finally dragged you into his room. the door shut behind you with a sharp click, and the moment he turned around he jabbed a finger straight at you like youโd committed some kind of personal betrayal. โi hate you!โ
you blinked at him. โโฆhuh?โ
โi hate you!โ he repeated, just as stubbornly.
โnoโ zanka, love, i heard you,โ you said slowly, still staring at him in confusion. โiโm justโฆ confused.โ
you blinked again, your mind already trying to piece together everything youโd noticed so far. a very angry zanka who had come back from the mission far quicker than normal. a very angry zanka who had apparently taken his frustration out on half the trash beasts in the area. and a zanka who had been perfectly fine just before leaving.
well.
maybe not perfectly fine... you thought back to earlier; to him standing in the doorway before the mission, lingering there for a moment while you were distracted flipping through a magazine, the faint irritation that had crossed his face when he finally left.
oh.
a quiet little lightbulb went off in your head and before he could even ask what that look meant, you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down, cutting off his groan of protest by pressing your lips to his.
he froze for a second, then the tension drained right out of him as his hands came up to grab your wrists, like he meant to stop you, only to hesitate and slide upward instead; one of them settling gently against your cheek.
when you finally pulled away, you smiled at the now much calmer look on his face, the earlier storm in his expression completely gone.
โyou were angry because i forgot your โgood luckโ kiss?โ you teased.
โoi!โ he snapped, though it lacked any real bite. โdonโt start teasing me now when youโre the one who forgot. you hauled my ass through that entire mission without it!โ
you raised a brow. โyouโre the one who hauled me into your room like i owed you something.โ
โyou did!โ
zanka nijiku had been tearing through trash beasts, stomping around like a thundercloud, and dragging you across the baseโฆ all because his girlfriend (you) hadnโt given him his usual โgood luckโ kiss before the mission.
a quiet laugh slipped out of you as you reached up, gently brushing his bangs aside and smoothing a hand over his hair. โyeah, youโre right. โ you admitted easily, soft amusement warming your voice. "how heartless of me."
his frown faltered, then deepened again as if he suddenly remembered he was supposed to stay annoyed. instead of replying, he ducked his face down into the crook of your neck. a second later you felt soft kisses pressed there. one, then another. small, lingering pecks scattered along your skin while his arms tightened loosely around you. even as he did it, you could feel the faint pout still clinging to him.
โdonโt forget again,โ he mumbled against your neck.
you chuckled, the sound vibrating lightly under his cheek. โwell,โ you said thoughtfully, โif it means you come back quicker from missions, i might justโโ
โow!โ you jerked back slightly, clutching your neck. โdonโt bite me!โ
zanka lifted his head, looking entirely unapologetic despite the faint pink still dusting his face. โthen donโt say dumb things.โ
โ personally i envisioned zanka keeping your relationship private so it's even more funny knowing akuta has no fucking idea what happened LMAO
I LOVE when two characters bathe with eachother but like not in a sexual way. In a way that shows trust & vulnerability. I rarely see it but I adore it sm
like just imagine two characters who have gone through some stuff and are like constantly stressed but care deeply for one another bathing with eachother and are finally able to open up to someome and trust them in their most vulnerable form (nudity)
like itโs the best. Esp if they bathe eachother (like scrubbing eachothers backs and washing eachothers hair) idk itโs just the best
I love this. i think the concept of bathing with a loved one is so cute too !! i remember being itty bitty and bathing with my siblings and cousins or with my mom (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM) and feeling so loved, so have some ooey gooey fluff, sweethearts !!
๐ญ๐จ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฎ: bathing with him
๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ ; after a long day when he comes home to find you in the tub, neck deep in bubbles, youd have to grow three heads to get him out of that bath with you.
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ; i thought i saw your face today she & him
๐๐ญ ; rudo surebrec, enjin, zanka nijiku, fu orostor, august stilza, gris rubon. tamsy caines, jabber wonger.
๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ; gn!reader, swearing, what the fluff, pining, some are more flirty than others okay, holy yap, mild spoilers, maybe ooc, jabber calls you 'ma' as a pet name.
๐๐ก๐๐๐ฌ'๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ ; guys i gotta get back on my grind please dont give up on me !! and with Christmas coming up expect a lot more drabbles teehee !! lmk if i should do a 12-days advent calendar type deal cause i will ...
of all things for the spherite to be oblivious of, it was a surprise when bubble baths wasnt one of them.
rudo loves getting clean, he loves scrubbing off the grime after fighting a gross trash beast or digging through mountains of filth to find the good junk. on days like today, boring days where he'd barely break a sweat, he would settle for a quick rinse.
at least that was the plan.
But when he walked into your shared room, the warmth that only comes from a hot bath settled in the air immediately. how could he resist such a lovely offer?
when he bit the bullet, slipping into the warm water across from you, letting it sooth his tense muscles, he let out a soft sigh.
"long day?" you asked softly, resting your legs over his.
He kept his gloves on, hands resting on the sides of the tub to keep them dry, eyes averted from you, "nah, just boring." he chewed, his tone as soft as it always was when it came to you.
but then you shifted in the water and he tensed up again, eyes snapping toward you.
"hands hurt?" you mumbled, damp hand coming up to trace his gloved fingers aimlessly.
his hands always hurt, gloves or not. even if they did help dull the pain it would still always be there, but he shrugged it off, "no more than usual."
he never wanted to worry you, especially when you were this calm and perfect.
you laced your fingers between his, leaning closer, "im sorry, baby," you mumbled, bringing his hand to your lips.
he shivered at the act, no matter how often you did it. you had no clue how much it meant for him, for you to love the worst parts of him so openly, so sincerely.
"can i take these off?" you asked oh so sweetly, looking over to him.
he felt all vulnerable right now, some strange mix of scared and calm.
he nodded and you slipped his gloves off, setting them on youre neatly folded pile of clean clothes by the tub.
his hands were so gnarly looking, everytime you saw them he expected you to pull away, to be disgusted.
but it was never the case.
you came in even closer now, your thighs resting over his while your fingers gently touched his blackened skin. he didnt pull away or flinch, your hands, surprisingly, didnt hurt.
you dipped them in the water, washing them with the softness, the reverence, the dutifulness of an artist polishing a glass sculpture. you washed his hands with that soap he really liked, he couldnt remember the name but used it everytime he bathed.
of course you noticed, it was your favorite too.
soft raspberry and that sting of citrus, it was just so him that you loved it.
"I love you," you mumbled, kissing his knuckles softly, kissing away the pain from deep in his bones. he shivered again, bringing your soft, perfect hands to his lips to return the favor.
"I love you, you make me feel whole," his hands held your firmly, like they might slip away and never come back, smelling the delicious raspberry and grapefruit of the both of you, "here, let me wash you off, please."
enjin appreciated you and your body in all facets of life.
in action on the field, in your sleep, when your intimate, when your angry.
it was you that he needed, that he yearned for in any form.
so when he came in from work to find you in the tub, of course he just had to join you.
he slid in behind you, letting you rest against his chest while his hands aimlessly slid down your arms, nose in your hair taking in your scent.
"you usin' my shit, baby?" he purred, kissing the apex of your head as his hands danced lower in the bubbles to rub aimless circles against your hip.
"you smell so good, so tasty, its so cute when you use my things," his head dipped down to bury his nose between your shoulder and your neck.
"dont demean me, enjin," you scold, despite the affection dripping from your tone as one hand comes up to softly drag through his hair.
"course not, sweetness, just makin sure you know i love this scent on you," he chuckled, kissing your shoulder blade as his hands found their anchor on your waist.
"i think it suits you, and strangely enough, it mixes with the smoke," you turn just enough to kiss his cheek, "which you still reek of, it lingers in your hair more than your breath."
"hey now, you kiss this mouth, babe," he nipped your collar playfully, "you love it then."
"i didnt say i didnt love it, crybaby, now be useful and wash my back," you laughed, leaning up.
no need to tell him twice, he'd take any excuse to touch you.
his hands were rough and tender against your soft skin, massaging all the knots out with practiced ease.
"so talkative," he'd mock as he rubbed another tense knot from your shoulder, followed by a sigh that told him that felt real real good.
"cant i just enjoy your pres- shit, thats good," you mumbled, hands bracing on his legs as he worked a stubborn spot on your lower back with a smug smile.
"you know i love your pretty voice, i just wanna hear you after a long day 's all," he smiled, kising the red spots hed pushed into your shoulders as you leaned back against him, a dopey satisfied smile on your face.
"yeah yeah, i love you too, enjin," you smiled, dabbing some bubbles onto his nose.
he laughed, blowing them off, "right back at ya', my love."
of course he knew he needed to say the full thing to satisfy you, but it was always more fun to get you worked up.
you splashed him, "what was that?"
"I said 'i love you, baby, i love you so much, more than anything else.'"
Zanka followed you to the bathroom, eyes fixed on the running water as you got undressed.
He wasnt going to join you, not being a fan of the cramped situation, but he was more than happy to join you, sitting on the edge of the tub to admire you as you soaked.
โYoure the only person I know who uses bubble bath syrup, yknow,โ he smiled as his fingers dipped down into the water, weaving his hands back and forth through the warm bubbles, grazing your legs gently.
โWell everyone else you know is no fun, bubbles make me feel, i dont know, luxurious.โ You shrugged, head tilted back and eyes closed as you let the warmth relax any of the tension youve had all stored up.
โLuxurious? Bubbles?โ He tried to keep the scoff down but the idea stuck him funny. Zanka grew up the closest you could get to a spoiled rich kid. Luxury was having someone else bathe for you.
โDont mock me, alright? I never got to have bathes, i was raised strictly on showers,โ you nudged him with with your foot, poking him on his perch on the rim of the tub.
โYeah? Well if its luxury youre looking for I can show you bouje.โ
He slid down to the other edge, now behind you and rummaging around in the soaps, shampooโs, and conditioners.
โBouje? Now I hope your not suggesting cucumbers on my eyes or some weird shit,โ you tease with a smile.
He roles his eyes, lathering something in his hands to rub in your damp hair, โwe dont have cucumbers, and even if we did I wouldnโt put em on ya like some kinda salad.โ
You smiled, he always had some retort, your back and forth was just so much fun with him.
Whatever he was putting in your hair, probably his favorite shampoo, smelled real good too. Warm and expensive. The lather made a nice sound behind your ears, making you melt like ice in the sun.
His fingers massaged in circles on your scalp, the bubbles foaming up as he worked the wash into your locks with care and patience, paying attention to which hand you leaned into, how you sighed happily into it.
โYour awful good at that,โ you mumbled, body lax in the water, head leaned back into his touch as he began to rinse, making sure the water and soap didnt get in your eyes.
โEh, nothin special,โ he shrugged, but when you cracked an eye and caught the pink dusting over his nose and the tips of his ears, you knew youโd got him.
โYoure just so good with your hands, i feel all melted like butter right now and all ya did was wash my hair,โ you continued to stroke his ego as your eyes fluttered closed again.
He couldnt help but feel giddy at the compliments, โyeah yeah, well, i just like treating ya to a good time, showing you that high-life you chase after.โ
He was being dismissive, but still wanted to take the claim for making you feel good.
โI love you,โ you sighed, โand your magic hands, and your silly habit of denying yourself pride,โ you smiled, eyes opening to look up at him.
He tilts your head back to rinse again, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your nose, โone of us has to be modest, darling,โ he responded happily.
It took a lot of effort to convince your boyfriend to join you for a bath, more than it would for any other man, you thought.
And even then, he absolutely wouldnt get in with you, even just for a soak.
But thats fine, you thought him just as sweet like this.
He sat on the rug beside the tub, chin resting on the side as he looked at you like a lovestruck fool, watching you clean your fingernails and pop bubbles while your music played in the background of the dimly lit bathroom,
โYou smell so good,โ he sighed with a small dopey smile, his hands clasped politely together in his lap, eyes not daring to venture from you and yours.
You looked over to him with that soft gaze that melted him, โthank you, sweetheart, but you do know its your wash, right?โ
Your patience with him didnโt go unnoticed, and it didnt go unappreciated. You were one of the only people how treated him like a person, if not the only anymore.
โUh-huh, it smells way better on you though. Gosh youre so pretty,โ he added wistfully, tilting his head so his cheek squished against the cool ceramic of the tub that was such a stark contrast from the warm water that was fanning steam over you.
โAnd you sure you dont want to join me? Theres plenty of space for the both of us, yknow,โ you offered for the thousandth time, bringing a handful of bubbles up before him, he blew them making them pop, โi really just like watching you, if thats okay,โ he declined with red cheeks.
โYoure so strange,โ you smiled, voice soft and warm. You shifted in the water to mirror his pose, your noses almost touching as you stared at one another, he blushed more fiercely now at your comment and your oh-so-welcome closeness.
โNot that I mean to be,โ he mumbled, but you laughed affectionately in return.
โI like it this way, i like how strange you are. Youre my kind of strange,โ you nuzzle the tip of your nose against him.
Fu was still getting used to this, getting used to having agency, getting used to your gentle intimacy and soft love. It was new, thats for sure, but so very wanted.
โDo you need anything? Is there something i can do for you?โ He asked like an eager puppy, he just wanted to please you.
โAll I want is to be near you, Fu,โ you assure him, pecking a delicate kiss to his nose, โso relax, besides, thats what baths are for.โ
He nodded, letting his eyes close as he soaked it all in, your proximity, the smell of his wash on you, your music playing softly from the bedroom, and all the love he blooming in his heart right now.
In this relationship, it was tough to say who was the spoiled and who was the spoiler.
Yes August lavished you in clothes and treats and gifts, handmade and tailored specifically perfectly for you.
But I mean, look at him now.
He was laid back, head against your chest as he rested between your legs in the warm bubbly water as you played with and washed his long blonde hair.
โIm thinking tulle, or chiffon, something light, bubbles are light,โ he wasnโt shouting for once, of course he wasnโt exactly being quiet.
โTulle is itchy,โ you commented, rubbing conditioner down the streaks of gold that had wrapped around you like silk binds.
โChiffon it is,โ he smiled, using the dry-erase marker he kept in the bathroom for โmoments of inspirationโ like this to note on the sketch on the shower wall.
Your fingers went back to his scalp, scratching and messaging as he did so, he claimed it โfueled his thinkerโ when you did so.
Whether that is true or not, you could really care less, you just loved indulging him as much as he loved to be indulged.
His knees broke the water like milky icecaps. He was far too tall, too lanky, for such a short tub as this, though he made no complaints.
As long as he had your attention, undivided and interested, he could be packed up in a cardboard box for all he cared.
โYa like duckies, yeah? What do we think of motifs in the skirt?โ He asked, tapping the marker against his chin, leaving silly red dots from the ink that he was oblivious to.
You leaned forward, dipping your hand in the soapy water, โmaybe an underskirt thats got like, a feathery look?โ You offered, washing the dots off his chin gently.
โYEAH! LIKE A WHIMSY LOLITA COORDINATE! AND YOUR SHOES COULD-โ he jolted forward to scribble it all down as you continued to smooth in his peachy conditioner.
You were more than used to his energy, if anything you had grown accustomed to his jerkiness more than any stillness he may have tucked away inside him.
He went to scramble out of the tub, only to be grounded by your hand on his arm, โhey, where ya goin? Im not done,โ you told him.
He weighed his options, get chewed out by his lover or lose any time on a gift for them.
Neither sounded like something heโd like.
โWe can work on it together after our bath, Auggie, now let me finish your hair.โ You made him lay back against you to finish up.
โRelaxing is so hard,โ he commented, eyes scanning over the โsketchโ beside him, โi dont know how you do it, babe,โ
You rolled your eyes, โwell we cant both be live wires or all of HQ would be wrecked, sweetheart.โ
โYeah yeah, well lets relax faster so I can doll you up some more,โ he complained despite his eyes fluttering closed under your touch once more.
gris had a very grueling job, you knew that. he worked hard as a cleaner pretty much every day.
so when you heard he had a day off you knew you had to get him away from HQ, away from the mere thought of work.
you booked a hotel, packed him a bag, and forced him to indulge in some much-deserved r&r
you had asked for a room with a nice comfy bed and a big bathtub to accommodate your huge boyfriend.
you had packed things specifically for this, bath bombs, bubble syrup, candles
this was gonna be romantic damnit, because thats what he deserves.
and it was.
you were curled against him as he got to, for once, spread out in a nice warm bath, savoring the warmth, your proximity, and the effort you put in for him to have a nice night with his partner.
"this is perfect, Hun, youre so thoughtful," he would mumble against your hair, pressing a kiss to the damp mess.
"you do so much for me, for everyone, i wanted to be able to give you something special too," your fingers danced over his chest, ghosting across scars and chest hair.
he hummed against you, the hand on your side tugging you even closer as the other ran up and down your arm softly, "howd i find someone as perfect as you, huh?"
you smiled, rolling your eyes playfully, "hey, wanna see a cool feature the desk man told me about?" you looked up at him as he cracked an eye open.
"well of course i do, though im not sure how anything could top this," he chuckled that low, warm sound that vibrated in his chest and made you feel all fuzzy.
You leaned around him, pressing something behind the faucet, and suddenly the water began to move.
yes, this tub had a jacuzzi feature.
yes, it was exactly like a back massage for gris.
and yes, he stood corrected.
he groaned, melting against the wall as the water applied perfect preasure to his always sore lower back.
you settled back against him with a pleased smile as he took you again with open arms.
"you are an angel, you just have to be." he sighed happily, making you feel all the pride of zanka when enjin complimented him.
"im glad your happy, my love, you deserve tonight more than anyone else," you leaned up to give him a soft kiss.
he was blissed out, but happy to return the favor.
"oh and just wait till we get to try out the mattress, youre never gonna want to leave,"
"dont say such tempting things when im fuzzy brained, its not fair."
so when it came to bathes, especially bathing together, it was nothing short of extravagant.
rose petals, candles, a record playing on the counter, the curtains drawn around you.
he was laid back against you, neither saying a word as you both hummed along to his records, you sipped wine as he conducted an imaginary band with his fingers.
you lowered the glass to his mouth for him to have a drink, for him you were nothing short of dotting.
how could you be anything else? he was so perfect, so considerate and gentle with you.
he was like an angel
your angel.
"thank you, love," he licked his lips as you set the glass to the side, hand coming to his hair.
"of course, sweetheart, im really impressed with the spread you pulled out tonight, its almost cinematic," you commented, following a strand down into the water where his long hair wrapped around your torso and legs like an octopus lurking in the warmth, deceptively friendly as it held you captive.
"its not often i get to show off like this, live so lavishly and show you real serenity with jobs as demanding as ours, of course ill take the extra step for you, my dove." he took your free hand to kiss it, letting your conversation slip back into the comfort of the music and soft splashes of water.
he listened to your heartbeat as his hands explored under the water, making mental notes of where it would pick up, where youd breathe deeper.
he had been making sure you didnt fall asleep here, with how peaceful it was.
"Dove?" he purred when your breathing had begun to even out, looking up at you.
you hummed, opening your eyes to look down at him, "gosh youre just. so pretty," you answered, bending to press a kiss to either of his eyes, "makes me feel like im dreamin with you laid against me like this."
"you almost were dreaming, dont go falling asleep on me now, love," he smiled, piercing glinting in the candle light.
your hands moved under the water, cupping his jaw to keep his head tilted back as you kissed the jewelry, "your right, why sleep when im living my fantasies right now in real life."
"wine makes you poetic, dear," he pointed out, chasing your lips with his own to meet for a soft moment.
"thankfully you like the classics, or we wouldnt have these beautiful velvet curtains, huh?" you laugh softly between kisses, one hand slipping down to his chest as the other kept his head back, his fingers laced with yours.
an attention whore of the highest caliber, thats how youd describe jabber.
initially, you didnt plan to share your bath, you were soaking in the tub while he (finally) slept in the other room, wearing a little mud mask, cleaning your nails, listening to music.
but you made a mistake when you opened his wash.
he was like a blood hound, the familiar smell snapping him awake and guiding him straight to the bathroom.
so now here you were, in his lap in the nearly over flowing bathtub, holding him still by the jaw as you applied some of your matcha colored face mask to your idiot boyfriend who, if he had a tail, would be wagging it triumphantly right now.
"so whats this goop sposed to do, ma? it dont even burn," he pouted.
"hush, itll 'burn' when it starts working, so sit still so i can finish applying it." you cupped his chin, eyes concentrated on keeping it even all over, your perfectionism shining through again.
"does it sting for you yet? how long does it take? whats in it?"
"i said shut up, your gonna end up with some in your mouth then youll really burn."
"promise?" his fingers dug into your waist, excited at the idea of something so gross.
you hummed in response, and without having to look you in the eye while speaking, he let them wander, "you look real good all sudsy like this, " hes fingers squeezed you again, needing some kind of reaction from you.
"you werent even supposed to be awake, yknow,"
"yeah, i know, but i smelled ya, in here usin my shit like ya missed me, and how can i deprive my baby, huh?" he smiled.
when you set down the applicator and turned his head to make sure it was evenly covered, "feel anything yet?"
"nothin but a lil tingle, ma," he smiled, he didnt even mind that it hadnt kicked in yet, he just loved your undivided attention.
"good, that means its working, dont rub your face on nothin for 15 minutes, got it?"
he nodded, but kept you in place, "that mean we gotta wash off yours now? been at least fifteen," he purred, finger coming up to smudge of the part around your mouth to annoy you.
you figured he was right though, "huh, guess so, didnt expect to take that long putting on yours,"
"here, let me do the honor," he mewled, cupping water to wash you off like a kitten.
you closed your eyes tight but let him with minimal struggle considering he was being gentle with you.
"skins glowin, baby, gonna look so delicious i might eat you up," he drooled, leaning in closer.
"thats what its for, jab," you scoffed, but couldnt suppress your smile at his flirt.
"you dont even like blackberries," he commented as he caught another whiff that made him giddy. knowing you used his wash despite the fact.
"i dont like the taste, i didnt say nothin bout the smell." you huffed, stablizing yourself with her hands on his chest, making a small shiver ripple through you.
"so tasty, ma," he purred before quickly moving forward, licking the last of your mouth off the corner of your mouth.
"jabber! i said dont eat that!" you yelped, but he quickly shut you up with a harsh kiss,
"it was barely nothin, but the taste of you will wash it down, right?" he laughed.
๐๐๐ ; why did this take three days to write.... anyway ik its late but consider this the day one of my 12-days-till xmas count down !!!!
Slow, calm breaths are all that can be heard in the room.
The faint smell of vanilla and incense fill the space in a pleasant way.
A bruised and tired Zanka lay on your chest, arms wrapped around your middle. He was too tired for conversation, opting for going straight to the showers, then, your room. He had come home from a long day of training, fighting, and cleaner duties. All he wanted was you and your comfort.
So there he lay with the love of his life after a long day, calmly, knowing heโs safe with you.
You lean your head down to kiss the crown of his head, hair was soft on your face as you gently kissed him.
He groans at the feeling of you running your nails along his back, the sensation soothing to his exhausted body.
He looks up at you with a softness in his navy eyes that you and only you would ever get to see. You move a hand from his back to run through the soft hair of his head.
โYouโre so handsome like this my love,โ you spoke barely above a whisper as to not disturb the peace in the room. He was too tired to act like he wasnโt affected by your comment, a smile creeping up on his face and a pink tint that comes with it.
After a while of him enjoying your comforting arms his eyes closed as he drifted off into a sleep, you not far behind him.
