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Future One-shot story idea - maybe. I don’t know where I’m going with this but it was just a cute ramble that was in my head.
Enjin x Reader?? No gender stated for Reader.
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“I was gone a week”
Enjin looks up, eyes catching your own as you make your way across the dining hall. The wear and tear of a week-long mission is still covering you: dirt covered parts of your Cleaner gear, a tear on your t-shirt and a cut partially bandaged on your forearm, and your hair- well, Riyo was going to have a field day helping you sort it out later.
The man tilts his head, a grin already lifting to his lips as he reaches for his cigarettes. “That you were- is this some declaration of how much you’ve missed me?” the lighter cool in his hands as he cups them near his face.
You shake your head, flopping down onto the couch besides him. Body dropping like a pile of rocks as your arms lay either side of you, head tilted back and eyes closed. “you wish” you look over to him, eyes half lidded. “Semiu said you collected another stray”.
He hums, nodding, tilting his head to blow smoke about him. “I did, found him in No-Man’s Land. Kid was beating up Trash Beasts like a veteran when I found him, passed out pretty soon after”.
“What’s his name?” you wonder, letting your lids flutter closed again.
“Rudo”.
His name elicits a hum from you, a small nod. “Rudo…” you take a deep breath. “So now you have Zanka. Riyo, Eisha, August-“
Enjin blows smoke into your face, the sudden harsh scent making you shoot up and cough. “Yeah yeah” he grumbles. “Can’t help it if strays find me”.
Shoving his shoulder you laugh, regardless of the sudden onslaught of smoke. “I’m only teasing Jin, it’s good you found him. How’s he been fairing?”
“Hm- alright” Enjin shrugs. “Picture a small, scared, ratty dog? That’s what the brats like”.
“Ah~” you hum “so you?” head tilted with a grin, a contrast to Enjins sudden pout. “Pft. No wonder you grabbed him, probably saw yourself in-“
A hand covers your face, “alright, ain’t you supposed to be going to find Eisha right about now?”
You push his hand from your face and nod with a laugh “okay okay- I know when I’m not wanted”. Moving to stand you hiss, placing a hand on your side. “I expect a complete introduction tomorrow ya know” a finger pointing in Enjin's direction as you move towards the double doors.
He huffs, nodding. “Yeah yeah-“ hand waving at you in disregard as if to usher you out of the room. Just before you leave he lets out a low whistle making you pause, head tilted just enough to see him. “Glad to see you’re home”.
You keep eye contact for a second, the warmth of his words like a hug. It was so rare for Enjin to speak affectionately, even as passively as that. “Glad to be home” a sudden heat in your cheeks making you duck your head, moving out the door again. “I’ll see you tomorrow” a hand raised as you move towards the infinity.
what do you mean i have systems for everything (everything) and i make myself follow them even when im exhausted and apathetic, just to lose things anyways
explain to me why i can do everything right, only to lose my pencil somewhere between “grab what i need” and “place it nearby”
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tags | angst, abusive relationships, reader is married to another man, blood, killing of animals, graphic depictions of domestic violence, graphic depictions of violence, religious guilt, infidelity, please read at your own risk
ch. 7 | masterlist | ao3
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There’s blood everywhere.
Crimson staining the concrete under you, and splattered on your husband’s sleeves. The juxtaposition of your husband and Simon solidifies itself then. Something that made your mouth water and heart race with desire when it came to Simon is repulsive on your husband. Something that lodges a lump deep in your throat, makes it difficult to swallow the tears running down your cheeks.
Your hands shake as you reach out to the bunny lying there motionless. Fear runs through your body, raging anger, but the guilt is the heaviest.
It’s your fault. It’s all your fault.
The bunny was innocent. A sweet, pure thing that had nothing to do with you and Simon or your deceit. And still, your husband took his anger out on it, snapped its neck in two like it was the one coercing you to Simon's doorstep. The poisoned apple.
He’s too narcissistic to realize it was him. Too much of a coward to confess he was the one who forced you down this dark and moldered path. One that made you lose your wedding ring somewhere in the backroom of Simon’s butcher shop when you left your dignity on your knees.
Your husband had hardly noticed really, it’s not like he paid attention to detail when it came to you. You were shocked when he did notice, stuttering over your words, and you offered a weak apology, saying you had lost it while washing the dishes.
It was a lie, he knew it. A part of you thinks you didn’t try to convince him on purpose. That you lost it on purpose because you didn’t know how to end this any other way. It’d be easier if he was the one.
Everything else after that is black, a flurry of running after him as he storms to the backyard shed. You had screamed so loud when he picked the bunny up, the poor thing kicking its hind legs in the toughest fight it could muster. It looked so tiny in his palm, trapped in his confines.
“Been letting you feed this damn pest in my backyard and this is how you repay me?” He spat it out with fury, globs of saliva landing on your cheeks.
“Put it down, please." You spoke calmly, masking the way your chest was vibrating with anxiety. "I don't even know what you're talking about, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. There's that damn word you trickle in. A front. Appeasement of sorts to show you still care, that this is a marriage you want.
“I should’ve known, marrying a whore like you.”
Whore. He says it so often you don't even bat an eye. Sweetheart, whore, the words have become analogous at this point.
You were too late after that. The sound of its cracking neck came first. Its thrown limp body on the floor. Its head makes a thud as it lands hard on the gray cement at your feet, blood splashed underneath it.
It all happened so fast you didn't have time to react besides falling to your knees next to it. The worst part is you didn't even name it. A part of you afraid of the attachment you would've grown when you knew it would eventually lead to this. Afraid of what it would mean when he finally did.
You think you black out for a few seconds, coming to in short fuzzy bursts as reality dawns on you. It's funny the way raw meat did not affect you, not when Simon was the one meticulously handling it. Funny how you were willing to lie on the butcher block next to it all, be the sacrificial lamb instead, but this draws a vizierial reaction.
You stay still, despite your quivering fingers, until the fog clears, until your hands stop and your heart calms. Everything clashes together then, morphing into this ugly, angry monster in your chest that takes over. Years of just burying it down, pretending you were okay, boil over and your pretty bow that sealed it all together unravels. Tears in two for the first time since you've laid eyes on your coward of a husband.
You look up at him then, at the ugly figure that has the audacity to call himself a man. You won’t be too late this time.
“You’re right.” You stand, saying it with the same conviction he spat at you, except yours has reason, a deeper meaning than insecurity. "It’s the butcher. Had me on my knees last week.”
He storms across the distance then, an anger in his eyes you're not quite used to. You don't move though, not even a flinch when he wraps his hands around your throat and slams you against the wall of the shed. Your head throbs from the impact, a panging tightness radiating from your skull down your spine. Your hands find purchase on his forearm, dragging your nails along his skin until it draws blood, legs kicking out as the bunny had in his grasp too.
“Right on top of the meat you eat for dinner every night.” You say it between your strangled breaths and stinging lash line with tears you try your best to hold back.
His fingers tighten around your neck after that and the edges of your vision go dark, hands losing their grip on him when you physically can't fill your lungs with air. You see your mom at the edges, the abuse she endured when you were young. When she wasn’t brave enough to do something about it and leave. When she put her faith above reality. Above you.
You think maybe you should be thinking about your faith instead of hers. Muttering a prayer you were forced to memorize growing up, but none of them come to mind. None of them could help you now. This God should’ve saved you years ago.
The rest is a blur, you don’t know what you grab, or how you even manage to, but it’s heavy, and you can barely wrap your fingers around it. All you know is it makes your husband’s hands fall from your throat, falling back after repeatedly bashing his head with it.
Your cross necklace follows him, silver jewelry ricocheting off the floor. You think it has to be a metaphor, a sign from this God. Being set free from the expectations of religion, set free of the shackles that weighed you down for so long. The cross scalded on your skin melted off.
There’s blood dripping from his forehead when you finally stop, and he’s looking at you in shock, fingers dabbing at the wound like he hadn't just had his hands around your jugular. It makes you laugh, a sound that comes out half broken from your strained throat.
“We’re done.” It's raspy, but final.
You don't look back as you walk back inside the house you've lived in for years. Don't even give him a shred of acknowledgement when you pack a duffel bag.
You find you don't have much of importance in this house besides Simon's jacket.
You don't even realize you've got blood on your shirt and under your finger nails until you're outside Simon's door and he looks at you concerned.
You’re not even surprised when you see your ring glimmer out of the corner of your eye, pinned to the wall like a trophy he’s won.
I watched Gachiakuta - i’ve read all the current Manga chapters - and i still can’t shake these characters out of my head. SPECIALLY the idea of being a big sister or mother figure to all of the younger characters in the anime/manga.
Looking after Dear Santa and Guita when Bro needs a break. Taking them around to Canvas Town to hang out with Remlin so they can all have a play date and draw together. Taking Rudo along so he’s not left out and he can have fun as a child for once in his life.
Lefty Riyo style my hair however she wants because oh well it grows back. Talking about things she can’t really speak to Enjin about because come on- he’s Enjin.
Helping Zanka realise that he doenst have to always be the best, and when he fails it’s not something that defines him.
When Amo comes to The Cleaners - showing her what love can truely be. Making sure she eats and she’s happy, taking her out (or to August) to get more clothes, reminding her that she belongs here now (and bullying Enjin with her for fun).
Slowly helping Fu through whatever he’s gone through because damn it must be bad. Never leaving him behind or making him feel forgotten or abandoned.
Being a calming spot for Eisha and August, not taking over the role that Alice has in their lives of course.
Ugh I wanna take care of all of them so bad 😭
Let me know if anyone wants any more thoughts (maybe one shots 👀)
Couldn’t stop thinking about Older Sister!Cleaner!Reader since @alexis-taylor brought it up on one of my gachiakuta posts. Ok so hear me out-
Older sister reader (just gonna call her OS for rn) in my head is like right in between Enjin and Zanka age-wise, probably around 23 years old and joined before any of the kiddos. She’s energetic and encourages the (safe- EMPHASIS ON SAFE) hijinks that happen around HQ at the hands of Riyo, Follo, Zanka, and Rudo (and Amo once she joins the cleaners). Eisha doesn’t cause any trouble because she’s perfect.
I think OS gets along with August really well because they both have that cool yet chaotic older sibling energy and August often comes to OS when he doesn’t know how to help Eisha.
She is constantly endangering herself without thinking, but it’s almost always because she is protecting one of the kids. Incoming piece of trash about to collide with Zanka? OS is pushing him out of the way and getting scraped by the edges instead. Falling rubble and Riyo is stuck? OS is covering Riyo’s body with her own, taking the brunt of the impact. There are some scars that she’s received that even Eisha couldn’t fully heal, and seeing them drives Enjin (and Gris) insane. The 2 guys try to pull that “good cop, bad cop” routine on you, with Enjin chewing you out while Gris tries to reason with you. You understand what they’re trying to say, you really do, but you’ve already cemented in your mind that if you had to die protecting those kids, so be it.
I think that the kids also come to OS for a MULTITUDE of things. Riyo and Eisha come to her for the girl time they so lack, often gossiping while OS brushes and restyles their hair. She’ll color/draw a lot with the younger ones, and even took it upon herself to teach them how to read and write. Remlin hates math but Dear is a BOSS at it, so he tries to help them. Amo loves to free write and it’s hard to pull a book away from Guita. Due to his age, Bro Santa sees OS as one of his kiddos too, and constantly warns her not to burn herself out, that she has to take care of herself too.
Poor Zanka and Follo are where she finds herself fretting the most. Two teenage boys with inferiority complexes can be a little overwhelming to deal with, but she does it anyway. She’ll train with Zanka, encouraging him the entire time and giving him tips without seeming too critical or mean. She’ll reassure Follo that no matter what he is, giver or supporter, he is outstandingly important to the Cleaners. That doesn’t mean she won’t tease them from time to time, they’re practically her little brothers so that means plenty of roughhousing, calling them “buttheads” or “assholes” even though she doesn’t really mean it, and she ABSOLUTELY burps in their faces when they can’t stop whining about something pointless.
“ENJIN! Y/N BURPED IN MY FACE AGAIN!”
“HE KEPT COMPLAINING ABOUT HIS SKILLS SO I TOLD HIM ‘SAY SOME STUPID SHIT LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I’LL BURP AT YOU’ I LITERALLY WARNED HIM! DON’T BE MAD AT ME!”
Bruh, the spoilers for Gachiakuta have got to stop.
I don't mind people expressing their love for the anime, I highkey fuck with it, but that new chapter shit, has got to chill.
I've already been spoiled for Tamsy, I'm lowkey still upset about that ngl. I got spoiled for Follo and Eishia, and now I'm lowkey getting slightly spoiled for Enjin.
It's fine to be excited. It's fine to post about it, but please, for the love of God, give a mf a warning before you just randomly post it. Like (SPOILER ALERT!!!) or (SPOILERS DOWN BELOW FOR GACHIAKUTA!!!)
Not everyone reads the manga. Some just simply can't, while others choose not to, like myself. I like seeing it in motion pictures on my screen. It's a personal preference.
This also goes for the anime watchers too, don't just spoil the next episode just because you're excited. Not everyone is watching it at the same time. I had to pull back from tumblr-akuta just because of it. I was busy with life when season 1 was animated, and people were posting screensshots and literally telling the episode. That's how I almost got spoiled for Dear's Vital Instrument.
And again it's fine, post what you want, it's fine and it keeps the community alive, but do drop hits to a spoiler first so I know to either not read it or to not look at the images whether it's fan art or not.
I shouldn't have to pull back from the fandom all because I'm trying to protect myself from being spoiled on a good anime. I should be able to enjoy the fanfics, the fan arts, the memes, and the anime itself.
We all share this community. Let's not destroy it and make it a mess. It's by far the most wholesome while also the most down to Earth community I've ever been in, and I'd like to keep it this way, please.
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tattoo artist!eren jäger x f!reader. modern au. smau. he’s your go-to artist and you’re his favorite client. eren and reader are friends with benefits. they’re a bit freaky but nothing that explicit. a little angsty at the end because real feelings get involved :)
part one.
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Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying