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Synopsis: The gods—or whatever was above the abyss gave Follo a sign. That you were his soulmate. The red string was the testimony—the evidence that you're supposedly his. But what can he do, when someone had already claimed you?
Slight fluff, Angst, no comfort, red-string of fate trope, one sided/unrequited love, mention of Zanka x Reader, story is in Follo's pov, one-shot, not proofread, ooc, unestablished relationship, gn! Supporter! Reader, reader do not possess a vital instrument.
Word count: 1,876
Request by mootie @vivizqc :b
More author's note at the end.
“Once I become a giver, I'd stay as a supporter, and then I'll show them that us supporters are not as worthless as they think we are.”
“Oh? That's cool. For me, I just wanted to become a giver, because I was once saved by one!”
Your giggles rang on Follo's ears, his heart hammering against his chest as he tugged on the zipper of his uniform that he wears.
Absent-mindedly.
Suddenly, everything blurred, but not your face. Follo saw the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, something he'd chase,
Just to keep it right there on your face.
Your voice drowned in the back of his head as his heart thudded loud. Follo stood frozen, staring at you in awe, like he just saw you for the first time.
For a moment, the ambient noise of the whole room—that the both of you share with other people—slowly faded into a full, distant hum.
Follo's pulse roared inside his eardrums, his breath catching tight in his throat. He can't explain.
But there's this sudden pull that encouraged him to scoot just a little closer.
His eyes widen slightly, watching your face contort into different emotions in a span of seconds while rambling.
This was the same face—the same face he'd seen a hundred times. He's used to that face, he's used to that voice, he's used to that smile. But why is he only noticing your beauty now?
Follo’s world seemed to tilt.
Fracturing the familiar version of you he took for granted, and rebuilding it with something far different.
Something utterly breathtaking.
It was as if a veil had just been lifted off his eyes. He wasn't looking at a comrade, fellow supporter or a friend anymore.
For like the first time ever, Follo saw you. Like really, really see you.
You look.. absolutely captivating, and Follo found himself staring. His heart, slowly falling.
While you continued talking, your voice filled the sudden quietness of Follo, entirely blind by the shift of his posture and focus.
And every time that giggle comes out again, that's the only thing he could hear.
Blood rushed at his cheeks, painting his face with a faint rosy glow as reality hit him with sudden clarity.
You didn't seem to catch the way he leaned even closer.
You didn't catch the way his arm wrapped around your shoulder.
You also didn't catch the way his fingers brush on your skin a lil’ longer.
“Are you listening?" He just nodded at your question. He doesn't know what you're talking about. He's just happy that you look happy beside him.
He's happy that you look so happy talking about your interests with him.
He's just happy that you don't seem to mind being this close to him.
Then a long thread caught his attention.
Follo's eyes squinted as he took notice of the red string lying on your arm that runs along to your finger…
The string moved as you threw hand gestures, emphasizing whatever the hell you were just speaking about.
But his eyes stayed glued to the red thread wrapped around your pinky. His eyes drag along to where it leads.
The moment his eyes landed on the other end—his breath hitched. Follo swallowed. It's wrapped around his finger.
Like a little connection.
‘What was that?’
You continue to flail your hands around, mouth still working—blabbering. Follo just kept staring.
How come you do not see the string when you're swinging it around with each flail?
The thread moved along with you, swaying here and there, but you're not paying any mind to it, it's like you don't even notice the thread at all.
And it confused him, you're acting really normal while swinging that long red thread that's tied on each of your fingers.
Like it doesn't bother you at all.
Curiosity took over him. He reached for the string, his index and thumb catching the thin strand as he examined it with his eyes.
“Oh, shit, Tomme’s calling me. Gotta go, goodbye, Follo!" You said as you moved towards a table where you previously left your hat.
You gave him one final wave, together with that sweet smile that only made his heart flutter just today.
The strand tightened.
The red string stretched longer as you hurried off the room, towards the hallway where Tomme's waiting.
Leaving Follo wondering.
Follo took note of all the details.
The strings are shorter when he's beside you, but it stretches longer when you're farther away.
Only he could see the string. No one else, not even you, who's tied with the same red string.
Every time his pulse fastens, the string tightens.
He thought that it was some sort of connection, until one day, he realized that it may be something more.
The gods or whatever was above the ground gave him a sign that you were to be his.
That red string was evidence that you were his destiny, and that you are tied to him.
The crimson thread stretched taut between you—standing as proof that your souls were bound to be together.
Follo doesn't know what to feel. But realizing that maybe, this means that you'd be his, and his love would be soon reciprocated.
But he remembered one thing. About your crush. About your love for someone else. The boy you deem as the ‘love’ of your life.
“Y’know, Follo? Ever since he saved me, I feel like I met my one true love.”
“I aspire to be as strong as him someday, and maybe one day, I'll catch his attention!”
"Follo! I just slipped a love letter on Zanka's door, do you think that it's obvious that it's me?”
"Follooooooo, look at him, he's so pretty.”
“Zanka's so handsome, do you think I have a chance?"
Each of the memories you said while loudly and obviously pinning on Zanka all resurfaced, and it sent a sharp twist right on his chest.
How ironic. Before, all of it earns you a laugh, a shrug or even a tease from him.
Follo even called himself your number one shipper.
But now? The mere thought of it made his heart ache like he's being stabbed continuously.
He felt jealousy spike in his chest, his ears suddenly clouded with your voice continuously mentioning Zanka's name.
Follo lets out a huge exhale as he rubbed his temple with a thumb, jealousy—envy, and heartbreak brewing inside him all at once.
The air hung heavy and thick, tasting of nothing but dust and stagnation.
Though people were talking and the environment was loud, the external noise quickly disintegrated.
Replaced by that annoying high-pitched ring of silence that defied the noisy room.
Follo tapped his shoes, as if waiting for something, or is already running out of patience. A grimace placed on his usually bright face.
He leaned onto his palm, the same hand where the red string was attached at his pinky, elbows propped on top of the table, and sat at a place where the two of you usually sit.
Side by side too. Together with the rest of supporters.
Over the course of a single week, the space between you and Follo grew uncomfortably and noticeably wide.
He didn't even remember when it started, but it began slowly.
You stopped showing up for meals in the mess hall, your old routine with Follo slowly vanished, and even conversations with him are always cut short with you needing to be somewhere else.
Or, that's just his interpretation of his observation to your sudden distance. But it's obvious.
Even when missions threw the both of you shoulder-to-shoulder, you treated Follo like a total stranger.
Every ride back or to the location of said location, you're still sat beside him, like the old times. But you don't even bother talking to him.
You'd move alongside Follo, yet you still managed not to acknowledge his presence.
Basic courtesies, greetings or that sweet smile he only realized he loved months ago don't appear anymore.
Entirely gone.
Replaced by a wall of indifference you built so thick, it made even the toxic air feel twice as suffocating as before.
Everyone noticed it too, Gris noticed the shift of dynamic, Tomme took notes of the changes.
And the red string? They don't tighten anymore, instead, they loosen.
They're still wrapped on each of your pinkies, but the thin crimson thread seemed to slacken.
Follo's brows scrunched, frustration gnawing inside him. Gris, who's always observant, gave him a small pat on the back. Tomme just offered a smile, awkwardly so.
Suddenly, Follo's thoughts are then interrupted by the loud whistling that came from Enjin's table. It sounded like those types of whistling made to tease or sometimes catcall.
He quickly turned his head to the side, following Enjin's and the rest of Team Akuta's gaze.
The sight struck Follo like a physical blow. His eyes narrowed,
There you are, navigating the mess hall, the sweet smile he missed stuck on your face, while carrying a lunch tray in hand—but you weren't alone.
Zanka looms behind your slightly shorter figure. A neutral expression on, but the faintest smirk was there.
Follo caught it. That small smug lift of the corner of Zanka's lips.
Like a mockery for his feelings.
Like a mockery for what Follo believes was supposed to be his.
Riyo yelled a teasing remark, Zanka just shut her down with a glare before the tassel-eared boy led you to a completely separate table.
Meant only for two people. Just you, and Zanka. The same table you used to sit with Follo. The same table you started refusing to sit on.
In that single, agonizing second, something vital shattered inside Follo's chest. Not a rib.
His heart crumbled right then and there,
Reduced to ash by the simple, devastating reality of seeing someone else occupy the space that used to be his.
It was all too much to bear.
The red string loosened, just a fraction, on your finger. With how much he's eyeing you—the both of you, he could easily catch even the simplest details.
The red string of fate.
Fate decided that you are supposed to be his. That your soul is supposed to intertwine with Follo’s.
The red string was a sign to bring you closer to him, and now, it's just one tug away from completely untying itself off your pinky.
Was it his fault for not tugging on the thread to pull you closer?
Was it his fault for not acting sooner?
Follo continued to watch, the bright shine of his eyes completely gone, his grimace deepening.
Gris completely caught the tension, but said and did nothing. Nothing would help anyway.
Nothing would help when another string was then created—tied to your other pinky. Glowing redder, and tied to him.
To Zanka.
The crimson thread on your left was slack, while the one from your right—tied to Zanka—was tight.
What can Follo really do,
When someone else already claimed you?
What can he do,
When the gods decided that it was a mistake—that Follo as your destiny was a mistake?
What can Follo do,
When the same fate who gave him a sign, took what Follo realized he wanted?
Ermm I kinda altered the idea and the concept of the red string of fate to actually go with my idea. I hope it's fineeee. Should I do a part two or should I just leave this as it is? Also I'm sorry if this ain't any good, I wrote half of this at school.
MORE FOLLO ANGST INCOMING EVERYONE EHEHEHEHE
Please note that author's first language is not English so grammatical errors or spelling mistakes might happen, that I will try my best to fix. You can totally correct me in the comments especially if I mentioned something unfactual. Interactions, Requests, Suggestions are deeply appreciated:D
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What would the support team (Gris, Follo, and Tomme) look like as yanderes??
Warning = grammatical error (English is not my native language), protection dysfunctional and excessive attachment
🔷️Follo was the first to become a yandere because of you (you helped protect him along with Rudo), and the beginner was apprehensive, mainly because he thought you did it out of your duty as the new cleaner
🔹️But over time, seeing that you truly cared about his safety and the others', he ended up liking you. Initially, his love would be like a shy love (he would get awkward around you, stutter near you, and always want your company), but over time he became quite needy for your attention (and only wants you to compliment him)
🔷️When he was injured after his fight with Rudo (after Follo awakened his Jinki), he became extremely flushed and emotional while you were taking care of him before they returned to the cleaning staff headquarters(You can make sure he hurts himself on purpose so you can take care of his injuries afterward.
🔹️During the fight between him and Rudo, one of the main feelings he experienced was envy (envy of him being so close to you, he just wanted you for a little bit longer, you know?!)
🔷️Gris would be a protective and calm yandere, seeing you as fragile in relation to your physical strength (we see his demonstration of strength when he shakes Rudo's hand), even though you have a jinki.
🔹️During the fight between Rudo and Jabber where he was injured (in this case, you chose to help Follo take care of him), he was very grateful for the attention and help (when he was in the infirmary, you went with Rudo to see him and hugged him; if he had been completely well, you would have received the tightest hug you've ever received).
🔷️Gris once got quite jealous of Enjin (he left the scent of his cigarette and perfume on you after a hug) and he and Enjin argued (without you being present, of course), but they ended up resolving things between themselves, leaving only a friendly rivalry between them.
🔹️Tomme, being a yandere, would be the most peaceful of the three. She would be more lenient regarding her yandere feelings. (She acts more like a close friend, always wanting your happiness (just don't leave, okay?!)
🔷️She's happy that you care about what she has to say (she ends up showing you her notes about the trashy beasts whenever possible).
🔹️They are all quite comfortable with sharing you among themselves, acting as a unit among themselves (for example, Gris encourages Follo's behavior and Tomme is the one who organizes everyone's time with you)
♤♡Hey Reader!! Can you help me with this injury here please??? ♤♡(Follo)
♤♡Do you want to see my notes? I even drew some this time!♤♡(Tomme)
Could you make headcanons about Zanka x Jabber and reader?
Headcanons yandere gachiakuta
What would Janka(Zanka x jabber)be like as a yandere??
Warning: Grammatical errors (English is not my native language), slightly suggestive, possessive, misuse of drugs (Poisons).
Sorry for the delay Anonymous But here is Janka toxic yandere.
🔷️What a complicated situation you're in... one is an unbalanced and masochistic yandere, and the other is an emotionally repressed and needy yandere... holy shit.
🔹️All of this happened during the Zanka vs. Jabber showdown. Jabber ended up feeling an immediate attraction (because, after all, you intrigue and amuse him), and Zanka just wanted to keep you away from this crazy guy... (He doesn't want to share with him okay!!!)
🔷️They often end up meeting during their own pursuits of you (there was one time when Zanka found Jabber near a coffee shop you had just entered and he got furious...at the end of the day he doesn't talk about his injuries to you, he just asks you to take care of him....please...
🔹️There were other things that would happen quite frequently=
🔷️petty fights and serious fights for your attention
🔹️They cling to you in bed or anywhere else(There was one time when they were in bed with you (Zanka wrapping his legs and arms around you and Jabber leaving bites and hickeys on your neck and body)
🔷️Zanka is initially hesitant to use Jabber's poisons on you, but Jabber eventually convinces him to do it (you became so tired and clingy that he ended up resorting to drugging you when you're acting "difficult")
🔹️Sometimes Jabber likes to nibble at his skin until he draws blood (he said it tastes delicious)
🔷️There was a time when they saw someone hitting on you (Don't ask them why your clothes are so...)
🔹️They try to cooperate with each other, after all their ultimate goal is you (they've already argued a lot about this, which ended with you in bed between them, nibbling on your skin)
🔷️Most of the time, the two would be like two cats; one would basically be your second shadow (Zanka), and the other would scratch or bite you (Jabber, he said they were love bites).
♤♡Your blood is so delicious!!!♤♡(Jabber)
♤♡Please...let me keep hugging you...your body is so warm.♤♡(Zanka)
HELLO ITS ME AGAIN can you do.. Reader x zanka?.. scenario: Recently, the reader has been seeing a few cheesy couples around.. and letting their partner guess the flavour of the lip balm that they use! whether to try it as well on zanka? Walking in, Zanka was at the mess hall just trying to clear his mind off after dragging his ass back in the HQ and fighting Then suddenly, he felt his arm being dragged down to their dorm! That's how he found himself in reader's dorm.. Sat down on a chair, and then sat on his lap IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT CLEARLY💔
Hope you like thiiiiis🫶🏻
The lingering smell of garbage from the last battle still hung fresh in the air. Zanka sat at one of the mess hall tables, elbows propped on the wood, staring blankly at a cup of black coffee. His body ached from dragging himself back to base, and all he wanted was a damn minute of peace to clear his head.
He didn't even get a sip of his coffee.
A firm, determined grip tightened around his arm. Before he could protest, he was pulled down the corridor with surprising force. He planted his heels on the floor, but the strength of your hold left him no room to break free. Before he knew it, your bedroom door had closed behind you both.
"What the hell...?" he growled, though his harsh tone was cut short when you gently pushed him into the only chair in the room.
Zanka blinked, completely bewildered, but the real mental short circuit happened a second later: you swung forward and, without asking permission, sat directly on his lap.
Zanka's body tensed like a violin string. His face, usually serious or furrowed with irritation, turned a deep red that rose straight to the tips of his ears. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words caught in his throat. He was so close he could feel the warmth of your body, an absolute contrast to the coldness of the battlefield he had just escaped.
"H-Hey... can I ask what you're doing?" he stammered, trying to look away to hide his embarrassment, though his hands, purely out of instinct, timidly placed themselves on your waist to keep you from falling. "If this is a joke, I'm not in the right frame of mind to..."
You didn't let him finish. You leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours in a soft but deliberate kiss.
Zanka's eyes widened, frozen in surprise. His lips remained rigid for a moment, processing the contact, the sweet scent, and that unusually soft texture that contrasted so sharply with his own. When you pulled back just millimeters, he looked at you with a frown, completely overcome by shyness, but his breathing noticeably quickened.
"Guess the flavor," you said with a mischievous smile.
Zanka blinked once, twice. The blush on his cheeks didn't fade, but the initial confusion began to give way to a different kind of sparkle in his blue eyes. Those ridiculous scenes of cheesy couples you'd seen around town finally made sense to him. He tasted the sweet flavor you'd left on his lips, a familiar, fresh, and fruity taste.
"Strawberry...?" he whispered, his voice a little huskier than usual.
You smiled and nodded, ready to get up after accomplishing your task, but the game wasn't just yours anymore.
Before you could move, Zanka's hands on your waist tightened a little more firmly, holding you in his lap. The tough, defensive guy from the barracks seemed to have vanished from the room. His gaze softened, filled with a romantic intensity he rarely allowed himself to show.
"You were wrong if you thought it was going to be that easy," he murmured, a half-smile that was highly unusual for him.
He leaned up, closing the distance of his own accord. This time it wasn't a quick brush. He kissed you slowly, savoring the strawberry of your lips, but also seeking the warmth he so desperately needed after such a stressful day. His hand gently moved up your back, burying itself in your hair to deepen the kiss, transforming the cheesy game into a profoundly intimate and tender moment that completely dispelled the weariness in his body.
When he finally pulled away, his face still slightly flushed but with an expression of utter peace, he rested his forehead against yours.
"Next time," he whispered, his heart pounding against your chest, "warn me before you crawl on me. Although... the taste wasn't bad at all."
zanka has memorized what time you'd be up, when you start getting hungry, when you need a nap, when you need to go to bed after a long day out on a mission.
zanka has memorized the smell of your perfume. the comforting, familiar scent that lingers in the hallways of the hq as you pass by him. he always seeks for it, hoping to catch a whiff any time of the day.
zanka has memorized your little quips and quirks. no matter how usual or unusual they were, he'd always catch them and be proud of himself when he notices.
zanka has memorized the way your lips would first curl upwards before you start having a laughing fit after he says something that isn't even close to a joke. you simply found it entertaining.
zanka has memorized the intonation of your voice, the way your accent gives off a unique identity as to where you're from before you got recruited into the cleaners. he knows when you're mad, calm, happy, or sad, or whatever emotion you may be conveying—and zanka could never be happier than to read you correctly.
zanka has memorized your script whenever you'd catch him training relentlessly in the training grounds, especially if he's been going at it for long hours without rest. he would mumble it under his breath as you go along with your scolding.
“...if you know what i'm going to say, would you at least please listen?”
zanka pursed his lips in guilt. of course he listens, that's why he remembered. but…
“no buts,” you immediately contradicted his thoughts. “get inside, straight to your quarters, and rest. right. now.”
zanka has memorized every angle in your face—the shape of your face, your eyes, your lips, your nose. he sometimes wonders if he has eidetic memory by the way your face always appears so clear in his mind.
zanka has memorized the sweetness of your lips, the softness, the plumpness of it. how it responds to the touch of his own, the way it dances along against his. he has it all etched to his mind—as well as how your hand interlaces with his as you press your bodies closer, feeling the warmth of the other.
he knows, and he will have it all memorized until the end of time.
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you come back to hq after a long mission with your clothes absolutely destroyed, and zanka is not quite sure how to act when he sees so much of your skin for the first time—and not in private, but in front of everyone else! zanka x fem!reader
sometimes, missions go wrong, but you'd learn to push through them regardless! as a cleaner, it was your duty to tough it out. and while you were used to fighting trash beasts and getting a little roughed up by the end of each ordeal, today was a little out of the ordinary, because today's tumultuous walk back towards hq is spent with you having a minor fit of panic
"oh my god riyo, i swear i felt a breeze up my butt! are you sure you can't see it?!" you squeal, quickly turning around for her as she snorts, fingers reaching out to gently graze the bottom curve of your backside as you yelp
"just a little, if anything, it's like a cheeky pair of shorts," she says with a smirk, and you whine in defeat and embarrassment
"these used to be pants! i'm going to have to walk through the entire main entrance in front of everyone to get to my room." you huff, and she offers you a sympathetic smile before gently placing a hand on your shoulder
"i mean, i can see the underside of your breasts too, but as long as you don't jostle around too much, you'll be fine. trust me!" she says encouragingly with a grin, and your shoulders relax a bit as you sigh
"you're sure it's not that bad?"
"i mean... it's nothing like what you normally where. but hey! you don't look bad!" she teases, and you smack her arm with a giggle before you two finally step onto the familiar grounds of hq
zanka has been waiting for you since 1:32 PM exactly. you were supposed to be back by 2, but he wanted to make sure he was here early enough to greet you and sweep you back to his room. tamsy, enjin, rudo, follo, delmon, and a few other cleaners sat at the long table alongside him. while the others ate their lunch chattering noisily, zanka kept his eyes focused on the door.
his back was slightly hunched, a barely noticeable furrow between his brows when the clock hits 2:15 and you had yet to arrive. he bites the inside of his cheek, trying to school his expression into something neutral before enjin calls his name
"what's wrong, loverboy? is your girl late?" enjin snickers, and zanka huffs, hoping no one can hear the twinge of worry in his voice
"a bit. it's fine, i bet she and riyo took the long way back. you know how much those two love talking with each other." he grumbles, chin resting in the palm of his hand with the muscles of his back tense. he's so focused at glaring a hole into the wall minutes later that he doesn't notice the shift in atmosphere around him until he hears tamsy physically choke on his food beside him
zanka peers up, but tamsy's eyes are transfixed onto something else. he follows his line of gaze, and there you are—cleaner's uniform tattered beyond belief and showing so much skin that zanka's surprised he doesn't simply pass away on the spot. his mouth falls open, a chocked sound of utter shock and bafflement escaping his lips as you give him a nervous smile from across the room
"uhh—bad mission! i gotta walk through the main entrance to get to the rooms and change so..."
soft. that's the first word that comes to zanka's mind. soft legs, soft thighs, soft arms, soft tummy—he wants nothing more than to glide his fingers over the skin he hasn't seen before now standing right in front of him. while the two of you kissed and cuddled all the time, you hadn't gone further yet—and you didn't usually wear clothes so—so revealing.
it takes zanka a good five seconds to process your words, but once he does, he's snapping out of his daze
"you—you all better shut your eyes right now! don't you dare look at her!" he shrieks, voice high and cracked around the edges as he leaps from his chair and points an accusatory finger at everyone seated. they must not understand how serious zanka is, because after a moment of confusion passes, zanka's smacking a hand over follo's eyes for still looking at you
"ouch! dude—i was just about to—"
"rudo, you little shit—" zanka starts menacingly, and rudo looks mortified as he quickly pulls his gaze away from you and slaps his hands over his eyes himself. zanka peers around before his gaze lands on enjin
enjin doesn't think he's ever seen zanka's face this red before in his entire life, and the sight pulls such a visceral reaction from him that he doubles over and laughs hard enough to be gasping for air. zanka marches right past him, peering over once more to ensure no one else is looking before he's quickly covering your body with his own and speed walking you towards the exit
"oh, my savior!" you cheer. zanka swallows the lump in his throat, trying to ignore how nice the bare skin of your spine feels now that his hand was resting on it as the two of you rush towards the elevator. once you're both inside, zanka pulls away from you with a tired exhale, and you stare at him before a smile blooms on your face
"thank you, zanka." you giggle, and he peers up, eyes round and blinking slowly before they slowly peer down and assess your form. you don't feel uncomfortable in front of zanka, not even the least bit, so you make no move to cover up yourself anymore.
what you realize in that moment is this: the best part about zanka is that he was an absolute gentleman when it came down to you.
"are you cold?" zanka suddenly blurts, cheeks and ears tinged red as you shake your head no
"okay...okay... let's go to my room, it's closer. you can shower and change into something of mine." he states firmly just as the elevator doors slide open, and you don't waste a second as you sling your arms around his neck in a hug
your fingernails scratch gently at the base of his neck, and you hear his breath hitch when you place a soft kiss against his mouth—one that he positively melts into. zanka's hands hover around your waist hesitantly—the spot he normally holds when he kisses you now bare—before gently settling his hands down anyway and pulling you closer.
"will you help me change?" you murmur against his lips with a mischievous grin, and the look that overcomes zanka's face is nothing short of absolutely priceless.
Missions are sent here and there, some are forced to take in two or more clean up missions.
Some are forced to handle ones by themselves and hope that they make it back in one piece.
You're no exception, you've been dealing with a horde of trash beasts. Your second mission for the day.
Meanwhile your boyfriend, Zanka’s on his 5th streak.
Treating the missions as a way to strengthen and improve…
He's beating himself up again, You just know that he'd be exhausted as hell later.
His voice echoed through the choker wrapped around your neck, voice slightly gruff, and breath heaving.
“Want me to come help ya'? I'm almost done." Zanka offered, but you couldn't bring yourself to agree.
Especially not when you can hear him trying to catch his breath.
"No, Zanka. I'm good, I can handle it.”
Hours passed, and only did you see your boyfriend at midnight when he came knocking on your door.
You quickly pulled him for a hug upon meeting him face to face, only to make the tassel-eared boy wince.
And you pulled away just as fast.
“This is what I'm talking about, you're always pushing yourself.” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head as you continued to scold him.
He has a few scratches, his body feels sore, he can't even walk straight as you told him to go sit by your bed.
"You never learn, I already told you—”
You were then cut off by a kiss, your eyes widening a fraction before you finally melted in his mouth.
Zanka's hands snaked around your waist as he slowly pushed you towards your own bed.
You continued to step backwards until the back of your knees finally hit the edge of your bed.
The kiss had slowly turned desperate now, one of his slender hands guiding your head to deepen the kiss, while the other stayed draped around your waist.
The room went cold, and Zanka became the only heat you needed while he kept you in his tight hold.
He slowly laid you down, both of his hands cradling your head, while his mouth continued to work.
You pulled Zanka tight against your chest, pulling him closer and returning his kiss with equal, desperate hunger.
“Missed ya’ so—mhmm—much.." He mumbled in between kisses, and you only responded with a hum.
His hands traveled down at each of your sides, rubbing up and down before he finally plopped down beside you.
Zanka's the first one to pull closer, embracing you with his lean strong arms that never fails to make you feel safe.
Slowly, the both of you drifted to sleep, with Zanka's leg also wrapped around you, and his lips? They remained there.
It will always remain there. Because that's where his lips fit the best. His lips would never leave.
And by the time you wake up? It's still there, he's still there.
—Ayaw nya na sa akin umalis."
—He didn't want me to leave."
I love using a line from a song and using it as a title because I'm never good w titles.
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Hii!! Can i request how fu, follo, and zanka would take care of a reader thats sick? I lowkey feel like fu honestly wouldn’t know what to do then he would end up getting sick as well 💀
Pairings: Follo, Fu x gn!sick!reader
Warning: None
Genre: (Is hurt valid since reader is sick? Whatever) Hurt, Comfort, Fluff
A/N: Hi! From a similar ask, you can read Zanka’s portion here!
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You, in my care
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The room smelled faintly like disinfectant and tea; not the most romantic combo, but somehow, Follo made it feel soft. You were bundled under a couple of mismatched blankets, tissues everywhere, throat raw from coughing. It wasn’t even that bad of a fever, but he acted like you were halfway to the afterlife.
“Don’t move,” he said, balancing a cup in one hand and a thermometer in the other like he was defusing a bomb.
“I’m literally just breathing,” you mumbled, voice all raspy.
“Yeah, well, breathe quieter then,” he shot back with that dry little smirk, setting the cup down beside you. “You sound like a busted radiator,” he jested. Really, he just wanted your breathing to go back to normal because you being sick was making him sad awww
You glared weakly. “Gee, thanks, Follo. Real comforting.”
He chuckled under his breath, sitting down on the wooden chair beside the bed. You noticed he’d rolled up his sleeves, and his gloves were tossed aside— rare sight.
He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. His fingers were cold. He’d probably been running them under water before coming in, trying to “fake” a cooling touch. You could tell because his hand was practically dripping.
“You really just… ran your hands under the sink?” you asked, squinting at him.
Follo froze for a second, then shrugged. “Don’t question the method. It’s called improvising.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, and it came out as a cough. He frowned immediately, reaching for the cup. “Here. Drink this before you start dying on me again.”
“Dying?” you wheezed. “I just coughed.”
“Uh-huh. And yesterday you ‘just tripped,’ remember? And somehow that ended with you falling off a supply cart. You pretty much fell out. So drink.”
You took the cup reluctantly. It was…not bad. Sweet, a little floral. “What is this?”
“Tea. The box didn’t say what flavor.”
That made you snort into the cup, and he looked way too proud of himself for that reaction. “I can’t tell if you’re helping me or trying to get me to laugh.”
“Bit of both,” he admitted, clasping his hands together as he leaned forward. “You look awful, but when you’re laughing, it’s less noticeable.”
You threw a tissue at him, which he dodged easily, grinning. “Hey! Don’t throw your snot at me! I’ll charge you for hazard pay!” He jested again.
“You’re the one who came in here! You could’ve just left soup and ran away.”
“Nah,” he said softly, eyes flicking to you with something warmer this time. “You’d probably spill it trying to be tough.”
You rolled your eyes, but your face went a little warm, and not from the fever. He looked back toward the window, tapping his fingers against his thigh, like he was pretending not to notice the silence that followed.
Finally, he said, “...If you get worse, I’ll just drag you to the med bay. No arguments.”
You hummed tiredly, sinking deeper into the blankets. “You’d have to carry me.”
Follo smiled faintly. “Yeah, I figured. You’re a lot of trouble for someone who claims to ‘just have a cold.’”
You mumbled something like “shut up...” but your words melted into a drowsy sigh.
When you drifted off, he stayed there a while longer, quietly picking up tissues, refilling your cup, and muttering under his breath— something about how you should “stop looking kinda cute when you’re unwell.”
Of course, you were too out of it to hear that part.
You woke up to the sound of someone knocking over a cup. Then a muffled curse. Then a sniff.
You cracked one eye open. “...Fu?”
He froze mid-step— standing in your doorway, holding a tray that was shaking so much the spoon on it was clattering like it was in an earthquake. “Y-yeah,” he said, voice congested to the heavens. “I, uh… brought soup. For you.”
You stared. “You sound worse than me.”
He immediately grimaced, though it was hard to take him seriously when his hair was all frizzed out and his nose was pink. “I’m fine,” he said, right before he turned away to sneeze so hard he almost dropped the tray.
“Uh-huh. Totally fine,” you deadpanned, reaching for a tissue and handing it to him when he walked closer.
He took it with a little huff, setting the tray down on the desk. “Y-you’re supposed to be resting...not judging my immune system.”
“I’d rest better if my nurse didn’t look like he’s about to pass out.”
Fu sniffled again and wiped his nose, muttering something like, “I couldn’t b-be a nurse…I’m your caretaker for today, so… yeah.” Then he gestured at the bowl. “Eat before it gets cold...”
You gave him a look. “Did you make this?”
He nodded proudly.
You eyed the bowl suspiciously. “Is that…ramen broth?”
“It’s soup,” he insisted.
“With noodles?”
He looked confused. “Soup can have noodles.”
You sighed, too weak to argue, and took a sip. It actually wasn’t bad— just a little salty. “Okay, not terrible,” you admitted, and that made him smile like he just saved your life.
He sat on the floor beside your bed, pulling his knees up, and you noticed how heavy his breathing was. “Fu, you’re sweating.”
“I said I’m...fine,” he repeated, voice thick with congestion.
“You’re literally burning up.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re red.”
“That’s just—” He sneezed again, violently. “—c-coincidence.”
You rolled your eyes and tossed him a blanket. “Get in bed.”
He froze. “Wha—no. You’re the one who’s—”
“Fu. Bed. Now.” Welp, it was an order! And Fu did well in taking orders.
He grumbled under his breath and climbed in beside you, clearly too exhausted and anxious to argue. You scooted over, pulling the blanket up around both of you.
The silence stretched for a bit— just the faint hum of your breathing and the occasional sniffle from him. Then you felt him shift, fidgeting like he wanted to say something.
“You s-should’ve stayed away,” he mumbled finally. “But you got me sick.”
You snorted softly. “Pretty sure it was the other way around.”
He turned his head to look at you, eyes glassy but still managing a tiny, tired glare. “No, I caught it from you.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you murmured, hiding a smile.
He groaned and pulled the blanket up over his face, voice muffled. “You’re too muuuch, I can't deal with t-this...” he sniffled.
“And you’re contagious. Look where we’re at,” you shot back.
A long pause. Then, quietly, he said, “...At least we’re both gross together.”
You laughed weakly, turning to face him under the covers. “Yeah. Misery loves company, huh?”
He peeked at you from under the blanket, eyes soft now. “...Mhm. Guess so.”
And somehow, between the coughing fits, the shared tea, and the half-hearted arguments about who infected who, you both ended up drifting off— two sniffling idiots sharing one blanket, too stubborn to admit how much they actually liked being stuck together like that.
hihihii could i request smth where follo and reader are friends and like follo realizes that he has a crush on reader and he’s starts getting extra awkward and flustered and stuff
TYY ILYY I LOVE YOUR WORK
— oblivious crush ! ✿﹕
୨ৎ﹒follo realizes he's got feelings for you !﹒ ୨ৎ
✦ cws . pure fluff, gn!reader, short drabble bc I had writer block ✦ 548 wc .
✦ whispers . hi twin pls ignore that this is 3 months late (cred to @/angeliicide for the flower divider!)
✦ You were a veteran cleaner, joining before most did, and thus you were a bit higher on the ranks. and you also had quite the reputation. You didn't mind the attention from the admirers, sure they may get a bit too much sometimes but it's all good. (It inflated your ego)
✦ And one of them is follo, a rookie support whos only goal was to be someone as cool and flawless as you someday. You were his idol, even though there's barely any age gap between you two but you managed to achieve so much..
✦ when you're just enjoying your free time hanging out with other cleaners you notice how he keeps stealing few glances. You didn't mind, really, if anything he just looks like a puppy with his tail wagging. Cute.
✦ For follo there was no way he would get paired with you for a mission, he was just a beginner!, and you didn't look like you needed someone to be your support anyway, let alone him..
✦ Until that day came. Where corvus assigned him to you (best wingman). He quite litteraly had to take time to sit down to process.if you saw him jumping around his room punching the air no you did not.
✦ After the mission was over you saw how follo looked prideful telling his (jealous) teammates about the super awesome mission he went on with non other than you!. (Nobody's hearing the end of this)
✦ Noticing how he obviously had an undiscovered crush on you, you decided to help him out a bit by dropping here and there with quick hellos and good work. A guilty pleasure of yours is seeing him stiffen up when you put your arms around his shoulder out of nowhere... You live for his reactions
✦ After a while he slowly gets the hang of this and starts practicing on getting more words out when you're around, instead of tripping on his own words... He would feel so accomplished and warm inside if he managed to hold a short conversation with you
✦ Riyou and enjin got absolutely sick of the slowburn and they decided to tackle him after dinner dragging him to a secluded area and asking if he has a...not-so-hidden crush on you. He gets absolutely flustered and denies it but everyone knows better.
✦ He was still in denial thinking about how he doesn't even think of you that way and you're just his idol nothing more!...nevermind okay what if what riyou said was true..
✦ Queue a follo asking your friends about your preferences to get to know you a bit more since he's too shy to ask you directly. They immediately get the hint and don't miss a beat spilling. What your favourite place to chill, what's your favourite food, what topics you like to talk about, who's your favourite artist..also did you know they just released a new album they're dying to get their hand on it? Y'know just sayinnn wiggles eyebrows
✦ Generally follo barely had any romantic experience as he's often seen as a "background character" but he still is making an effort to hopefully win your favour.. so please don't tease him too much? <3
✦ Bonus: gris cheering him on from the side lines like a proud mom
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