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since it's so warm; I can imagine re9!leon in his garden working out shirtless, doing push-ups while his slightly graying blonde hair is stuck to his forehead, sweat running down his temples and his forearms, down his back and chest, grunting every push.
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.
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"Miss! I-if you're asking for the documents that were due 2 days ago I swear I'm almost done-"
You laugh
"Hey, it's chill. Those documents are actually 5 years overdue so I don't even know who gave them to you."
In that moment 4 of the agents that have been working here for a few years now snickered into their hands while leaning near the water dispenser. You glare at them.
"Get back to work or you get no break today!"
They scramble right after.
"Childish idiots... and stop with the formality. Im not that much older than you. Once you're done with the current report come to my office please. There's something i need to show you."
"Okay..."
You grab the old documents.
"I'll be taking these. No need to finish it."
You look through the pages.
"However... you did it so tidy and detailed. Would be a waste to throw them away. Guess I'll just put it on display. Great job Grace. See you later."
With a wave you depart and go to your office, closing the door behind you before you take a seat in you chair. Some on-going folders were scattered across your desk which you stacked to the side and turn on your PC. Everything was decorated and placed just as convenient as you wanted.
After a while you took your black blazer off, revealing a sleeveless tank top, necklaces layered around your neck and pushed your hair back.You continue your research, just as you clicked on a site involving racoon city, a knock came from your door.
"Come in!"
You close the tabs and stand up crossing your arms as you wait for whoever it was that knocked.
"Oh its you grace. Next time no need to knock."
"But wouldn't that be invasion of privacy?"
"I dont mind if its you. Now come here please. Take a seat in my chair. Theres something I'd like for you to look into."
The platinum blonde girl came over in rushed steps, awkwardly taking a seat in her superiors office chair.
"So uh.. what exactly?"
You slightly lean over Grace's shoulder, your ribs just slightly pressing against her. You type in the website you so smugly click enter on.
"Uhm ma'am this is a site for restaurants?"
"Exactly. Choose one. I wanna take you out. On me."
This stunned the younger agent.
"Huh?"
"You heared me right. I thought maybe some time off would do you good. And I find you really cute so its a win win."
"I mean I have some documents to finish that are due 2 days a-and uhm.."
She gulps nervously as you play with a strand of her almsot silver hair.
"Those can wait."
Grace leaned a bit more back into the chair as she looked anywhere else but your eyes. You turn her head back to you by her chin.
"No need to act nervous. I'll handle the rest if you agree."
Grace thinks it over before she nods, her silver locs swaying.
"Okay... that one."
"Fancyyyy. Love it.
Wanna stay a bit in my office?"
You grin.
Now it was in the middle of the night in the office.You had a spare blanket around your shoulders, shoes kicked off and one leg up on the chair pressed against your chest.
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If anyone liked the writing style or found any mistakes please let me know.
The music of "Entrance of the Gladiators" was blasting all over the dark tent of towns recent circus attraction. You had dragged one of your friends with you, adrenaline already rushing through your veins.
"sick...", said your friend, astounded by the dark vibes of the place that usually makes people laugh instead of screaming.
"and you almost didnt want to come with me."
"yeah but for a reason."
"Such as?"
"Bitch, work."
"I also work for that bag and I still make time."
Both of you sigh, then laugh. Its been a while since you two had time to hang out.
As the two of you walk deeper into the circus to arrive at the seat stages and excitedly run to the free first row and sit down before anyone else came. The middle of the stages was highlighted by the stagelights, darkening out the rest of the tent. You took photos randomly to keep as memories. Soon, more people started to fill in the empty seats. Few adults came with their kids under the age of 10, those holding either popcorn or cotton candy sticks to keep being entertained. If it was a good idea to bring them to a horror attraction? No you didn't think so. But its the parents decisions to fuck up their children's innocence.
Once it was time for the actual show, you held your friends hand tight and chittery from excitement. You almost squealed if it wasn't for your dignity and kept your eyes on the ring leader who stood in the middle of the audience. A middle aged woman, long blonde hair, in curls. Her outfit consisting of a glittery black body suit, a glittery black jacket that stopped at waist length, a matching long black cylinder hat and black fish nets over her exposed smooth legs. However, her skin was pale white. From face to feet, but black lipstick and black eye makeup. She looked like a porcelain doll you'd say.
She held a black microphone in hand, wide smile showing her pearls whites.
"Welcome to our this year's beloved Circus of Fear! We as a whole group of athletes and mages have specially prepared lots of spooky and dangerous tricks to give you a unforgettable experience. As i see some dear parents have brought their children as well. We'd advice you to bring them to a therapist if you shall decide to keep those innocent minds to watch. Without further ado! Clap for Ozzieeee the Butcher clownnn!"
All viewers started to clap with the rhythm of the lagging music, causing some to become hesitant to play along as the lights were dimmed darker, the music matching the atmosphere. Children clinging to their parents as the lights started to flicker, and a dark, raspy laugh belonging to someone behind the scenes.
Once the lights stopped flickering, the curtains slid open, only a dark void was visible. No clown or any other performer. But. A foot, or in other words, a black leather shoe with a detaged foot inside it, blood leaking off, was thrown into the middle of the stage floor. Children and some adults, majority women, screamed at the bloody pool forming.
"Forgot to mention. Possibility of epilepsy. Enjoy!"
The voice of the ring leader silenced afterwards with a high pitched giggle.
Stomps. Finally, now the clown came into view. Dressed monochrome. One foot missing. He jumped towards the middle on one foot, grabs the one on the floor and smashes it onto his open wound. He groaned in pain, but once the limp body part was attached he moves his leg normally as if he was amputated just now. He was now grinning from ear to ear, sharp teeth glistening slightly yellow, his jester hat jiggling with the golden balls on the tips of the ends, reaching to the floor. Oh forgot to mention, blood was oozing out of his full hairline. But it didn't seem to bother him.
"Hey kiddos! Im Ozzie the butcher clown! Ever heard of me?"
He said. You could shamelessly admit. He was foineeee.
A loud round of no's came back at the clown. He frowns and stems his hands on his corsetted waist. Looks too tight to even breath.
"Tsk tsk tsk. They had one job. Well. Now you do!"
He takes off his large jester hat, causing long strands of dark hair to fall out and holds the opening up.
"Now. Look closely what I will pull out. Close your eyes, open at the count of three."
You and your friend close your eyes tightly and count.
1...2...3..
The second you open your eyes you slap your mouth shut. He was holding up a womans head by the hair, throat cut, blood also dripping out. Eyes were gouched out and mouth stuffed with a porks mouth. Then a chilling scream of a child got your attention, which turned your stomach upside down by the view. Poor kid. His mom was the victim as it seems. Her lifeless body slumped forward against the metal bars with a loud "dong!", too out of place with loudness.
Your hands shook. You look back to your friend who was almost fainting. She whispers to you.
"This is too realistic to be fake! We have to get out or we'll be next!"
You were to agree, as she was already up and about but you were stuck to your seat. You look down and hadn't realized that you were chained. You struggle but no chance. The clown was suddenly infront of you. You flinch.
"Where are you going darling? Too gruesome?? I think you should continue enjoying the show!"
He backed off cackling. When you turned to see where your friend was she had already taken the chance to run out of that place.
You wanted to cry, but your pride didn't let you. Maybe this was all just your imagination from the lack of sleep that you had the past few days and it was just catching up. Looking back down at the chains you notice that they weren't just any chains. Those were black chains. Either they are into some kinky shit.... or they are preparing to roast you. Shit.
You breath in, trying to get the chains to loosen from your body... guess what. It didn't work.
Since you were distracted you hadn't noticed the menacing stench of blood. The taste of iron in the air.
You look back at the scenery. Many body parts laid there... what the hell...
"Now we'd like to show you our biggest pride! The Grey lion!"
The butcher clown stepped aside as a very large lion came running in and almost attacked the first row in the same line of the curtain. The viewers all screamed in fear, some fainting. But the lion was pulled back by the neck with a black chain. The same one that held you in place.
The one holding the chain was yet again the clown. The lion was breathing heavily, out of breath from the sudden pull.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Thats not a good kitty."
He pulls his hat back down again and pulls put a golden whip. Big contrast to the all black tent theme. He let the lion loose again, making sure he didn’t act out of line again. However, at one misstep he whiped the lion so hard it left a burn mark on him. You flinch again. Poor animal.
After 10 terrible minutes, they retracted behind the curtains. The clown waving with a bloody butcher knife that appeared out of thin air.
The voice of the ringleader talked through the speakers again.
"We will have a 10 minute break. In the meantime please enjoy our special snacks in the entrance hall."
Everyone rushed out. You also were about to but the chains still remained.
"Boo!"
You loudly cursed at him this time.
"Son of a bi-", but he pinched your lips shut with the tips of his sharp black nails, attached to his rough, pale hands.
"Nah uh uh, this is a child friendly environment. No cussing or insulting whatsoever."
"You literally decapitated a mother right beside her kid and also whipped a lion so hard it left a burn. What's next, athletes falling down the heights and bikers in fire rings that catch fire?"
"Oddly specific dear. Kekekeke. But you hit right in the bullseye."
"None of you is truly human are you? All of you spawned from hell and disguise as a gore entertainment to kill just to be able yo get away. Let me go!"
"Too bad we can't. *I* can't. You just make such glorious expression i can't help but keep you now."
"In your dreams! Now unbind me!"
That bastard let out another ugly cackle and jumped around.
"I can feel it. You are the chosen oneeeee! The chosen one! The chosen one!", ozzie sang.
"And you need a therapist."
You roll your eyes.
"What was that? Do it again.", he was too close in you personal space.
"Do what?"
"That eye roll. Never in my life have I managed to do that or seen anyone do that. You must be very talented.", he said STARING right into your eyes, barely blinking.
"What? No! Im not gonna do that again."
The clown pouts. Then that horrible grin returns.
"If you don't, then I will... butcher your arms and legs and cook them to sell them as hot dog sausages."
You gag.
The lights flicker and the show continues.
Unfortunately what you said earlier about the performances happened.
Acrobats swinging from one swing to another, some crashing into eachother causing to make crack sounds, some falling into the boiling hot water pool underneath, getting boiled to death.
Why are still kids watching??
Afterwards after everything was cleaned up, the bikers drove in very loudly, driving in circles at first. In the meantime a cage ball got lowered into the middle. One drove inside it, and fire got lit. The ball turned into a literal fire ball. Then, that cage was pull up, the biker is still driving, but the wheels catch on fire, one exploding. The driver falls off the bike, onto the floor part of the cage and burns once from the fire, and gets shredded from the back by the bike driving over him. The biker screams in horror, blood dripping down, AGAIN. You couldn't look anymore. You closed your eyes and prayed that this was over soon.
Ozzie was, YET AGAIN, sitting this time right beside you, covering your ears. You were kinda greatful, if his hands didn't smell like blood but you couldn't complain because you just wanted to get this done.
a/n: wrote this while tired, yet couldn't sleep at 10 pm 💀
"get her! don't let her escape or else the chief will have our heads!"
the young woman ran and panted, running through the streets of yokohama, a bullet wound in her side.
everything was fine this morning, she went to work and did her usual 9 hour shift, including a 1 hour break and went her merry way back home to take a well deserved bath.
however, someone must have accused her of having committed a crime, which was impossible since all she did was go to work and get back home.
she tried to tell the officers, who just didn't seem to listen to a word she said and neither believing her.
so she did what she shouldn't have done and that was running away from them.
now that made her even more suspicious to the officers. shot while running around an alley.
once she turned a corner she bummed into a lanky body, which caused her to wince in pain.
when she looked up, she was mesmerized by those pretty eyes of the white haired boy which a interesting hairstyle and yellow eyes that seemed to fade into purple.
when she heared the closer steps coming she grabbed him by his collar and down to make him bow a little to her level.
"look, I'm sorry for what's coming after this, but you need to you have to protect me from the police!"
"wha-"
just when the boy was going to ask about what was going on, the young woman had pulled him already into a kiss, shutting him up.
with the pain building in her side, she leaned onto the brick wall, meanwhile atsushi pressed both hands on each side onto the wall for balancing.
the angry, searching police officers turned around the corner seeing the lean body in quite the situation, they apologized and went the other way embarrassed and flustered.
though the two young adults deepend into the kiss, [name] continued on until she was sure that the officers stopped searching and pressed the clueless boy slightly away to stare into his eyes yet again, just to blush/be flustered as much as him.
"i-i'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you! i swear!"
later they were in front of a well known restaurant to eat some chazuke, which the white haired boy recommended to get his repayment for his sudden help.
a older waitress came up to the standing teens.
"what can I get for you two- oh my goodness, sweety are you okay?"
"i'm fine don't worry though. one chazuke for take out please.", the injured girl winced.
"alright sweety. it'll come right up. take a seat before you fall over dear."
[name]'s hair was sticking to her forehead as beads of sweat gathered on it and made her feel even worse from the bullet wound. The bullet most likely didn't go completely through.
"I told you we should have gone to the hospital first."
atsushi said, feeling as guilty as her for using him for cover, meanwhile standing beside her sitting form and was filling with the longe strands of his odd haircut.
"i can still go later, you probably wouldn't have time later and me preventing you from getting work done would make me feel even more guilty.
...
my name is [name] [lastname] by the way."
she held her left hand out while holding her wound with her right hand.
"atsushi nakajima."
he took her hand and shook it, letting go right after, not wanting to make her uncomfortable from longer than necessary skin contact. he swiftly called the saved number of the agencies doctor who answered with a grumpy voice.
"whoever is on the line, you better have a good excuse to wake me up from my beauty sleep or i'll show you what a doctor is really capable of!"
"h-hey yosano. it's me atsushi. i kinda have an emergency. could you meet me at the office?"
after doctor yosano said she'd be there in 10 minutes, atsushi convinced [name] to get treated by said doctor and they made their way to the agencies office after getting the chazuke take out.
"is she your little girlfriend or something? haven't seen her around you before."
[name] and atsushi looked at eachother, having a quick telepathy agreement to not mention the kiss and so go make up a lie.
"we're somewhat strangers but also friends... i think..."
atsushi said, glancing yet again at [name].
"well that doesn't matter, the bullet needs to be taken out now. kitty you better leave the room. guess it's your little girlfriends lucky day to see my new lingerie set."
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staring over the mountains of trash, beasts wandering through those mountains eating away. you sigh, missing the time in the sphere with your family, before they turned their back on you.
it wasn't your fault. you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. the culprits were right there. they just had to think clearly.
no matter what you said. it was always the same response.
"you're oddly dressed to be innocent."
and just that convinced your family to look at you with distaste.
"your mother gave her all to raise you with love. that's how you repay her?"
those were the words of your father right before your execution. what was worse, he shoved you into the pit himself. showing how much hatred he held over the years towards his own blood.
but looking now. you never have been happier since you landed in the pit. you don't know how you survived but the cleaners accepted you into their hearts the moment your jinki, your dear bracelet, had started to show its purpose.
"come on its getting late. we have to leave early for the mission."
and that was your lover of 4 months. you fell first, he fell harder. 4 months after you joined.
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Not sure if any love and deepspace writers are gonna see this but pls can y'all write all the boys scenarios about their s/o hugging them so deeply as if they're going to die but actually just wanting to give them their biggest affection through that hug? 🙏🏻
Like I need that emotional roller coaster and their own mental thoughts on why s/o is suddenly hugging them like that even if nothing bad happened
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