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gn!reader, extremely hot summer at cleaner hq, they’re both awkwardly crushing on each other so mutual feelings, fluff i think, poor attempts at flirting, love confession, and super short drabble..

follo slumped back, a wet towel resting on the upper half of his face in an attempt to cool him down.

bullets of sweat cascaded down your forehead, chapped lips parted and heaving out exhausted breaths. swiping the back of your arm across your forehead you exaggerated a well warranted groan before dropping your limb back to your side.

you spared him a glance, your eyes slowly taking in every detail of his features before closing them. if you didn’t you’d probably spend the little, heat exhausted time you had left looking at him.

though.. it didn’t particularly sound horrible.

currently all of the cleaner hq ac’s were out. with the continuous waves of scorching heat literally hot enough to melt a person, the timing couldn’t possibly be worse.

sure, corvus was already working on fixing everything but every possible rational and logical way of thinking is unfortunately thrown out the window when you’re on the brink of a heat stroke.

“i would kill for something cold to eat..” you mumble out breathlessly, leaning further into the couch.

“oh, that reminds me..” he shot up, his towel falling onto his lap before being discarded as he made his way towards the mini fridge across the room.

you heard it open and close before he swiftly made his way back to you, a cold treat in hand that you swore ran out yesterday!

“just incase you wanted it.”

you always did, and he always tried to remember.

he handed it to you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as you took it. you stared at it in awe, unwrapping it with a comedic amount of care.

follo may not have been the most articulate with words or the rich enough to buy you what he thought you deserved, but his actions were nothing if not attentive.

he pays attention to you with a yearn for understanding and respect— he tries his hardest to let you know that he cares deeply for you.

“i never noticed how long your eyelashes are. it’s cute.” you note, smiling up at him a bit nervously.

his body freezes, the tip of his ears growing red as you enjoyed the cold treat he saved for you, completely oblivious to the effect your words had on him.

follo slowly regained his composure, returning to his spot next to you quite robotically. his hand covered the bottom half of his face, eyes shut as he tried his hardest to convince himself that you didn’t truly mean what you said.

suddenly, a soft— but noticeable— breeze of air flowed towards him. he blinked before looking towards the direction it was coming from.

you were fanning him off with a poorly made paper fam. tufts and thin strands of his hair flying up as you continued. he stared with confusion, but didn’t move or stop you.

“i don’t wanna be the only one cooling off!” you grin, fan in one hand, and your treat in the other.

“you don’t have to do that.” follo glanced at you, melting into his spot as cool whispers of wind danced across his skin. it wasn’t nearly enough to cool him down but the thought and consideration of your actions was enough.

“it’s alright, i want to.” you smiled, waving his concern off. he couldn’t deny that it felt nice, so he nodded and smiled contently before closing his eyes.

a few minutes passed by with the two of you sitting in silence until your wrist eventually began to cramp up, making you check on follo before slowly halting.

you watched as his chest fell and rose with each breath he took before slowly trailing up to his face. his eyelids were shut, soft lips parted ever so slightly.

from the arch of his eyebrows to the curve of his jawline, there was nothing in the world that could even compete with his beauty.

“..i love you.” you whisper out, expecting your words to never have reached his ears. your voice was soft— purposeful. you’d never say something you didn’t mean.

especially not when it involved follo.

his chest paused, and for a moment you swore you felt your heart sink to your ass. was he.. actually asleep?? did you just semi-accidentally confess??

follo’s eyes slowly opened and quickly found yours as the room filled with a thick, embarrassing silence. his face was deeply flushed and a small part of you didn’t mind being caught if it meant seeing a cute reaction like that on him.

it was safe to say that follo was in fact, NOT asleep.

— JUST follo.. follo ANYTHING.. tlakng your desperation into account im going to make mc a yearner and gn ok.. thank you for the request anon..

clingy!reader, giver!reader, he fell first you fell harder, established relationship, fluff i think.. i’ve never really done it before so..

you pressed your cheek closer to his, arms tightening around him as you shifted into a more comfortable position.

“d’you ever get tired of being this close to me?” follo questioned, his words slurring together as you pressed even closer.

“nope. never.” you shook your head, albeit with difficulty. he sweat dropped, predicting your short and straightforward answer from a mile away.

if you could, you’d be one with his skin— and even that might not be enough for you.

that thought made you pause. was that too much? too weird? what would follo want? you might be the most selfish partner ever!

“..why? do you ever get tired of me bein’ clingy?” your voice came out quieter, your eyes watching follo’s expression twist into shock.

“no, that’s not it! i was just wondering is all.” he quickly shot the idea down, eyes widening the slightest bit. you could feel his hands scatter and wave instinctively while he explained himself.

“we don’t gotta do this all the time. it’s just nice to spend all the free time i have with you.” you break away from him, his arms loosening around you to let you move.

his eyebrows furrowed together, eyes darting between the both of yours. you watched as his lips parted before closing like a fish out of water before finally choosing a set of words fitting enough.

“this is fine. i’d choose laying in bed with you over everything else any day.” he reassured you, his hand gently tugging on your arm to lessen the proximity.

“good.” you grin, placing your lips flush against the area below his eyebrow. your arms wrapped back around him, his head resting below your chin.

a moment passed by before follo intertwined his fingers with yours tightly. they fit so well, almost like puzzle pieces— almost as though you guys were meant to be interlocked.

the two of you appreciated the others company in silence, the only other audible sound being the hum of your ac. you raise your free hand, fingers running through his hair and slowing to massage his scalp every once in a while.

loving follo so delicately, so sweetly, is exactly what you lived for. if it wasn’t for him reaching a hand out to you all those years ago you’d most likely be at the bottom of a trash beasts stomach.

“..you don’t have to treat me like im fragile, you know.” he muttered, his fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes against your back.

“i know, i do. i just can’t help it.” you admit, whispering a small apology under your breath.

he paused, lowering his eyes as he pressed his lips into a thin line. “i.. i just want to feel like i can protect you too.” his voice was meek, and eyelids shut tight to escape whatever expression you had on.

follo was quite literally your savior, so what false thoughts have been clouding his mind?

your hand slides down to his face, your thumb ghosting over his eye before snaking down to his chin. he slowly opens his eyes just to be met with your gaze.

there were moments where he felt like he wasn’t all that special for the amount of love you bombard him with. it all just felt so.. wrong.

like you deserved someone better. someone more.

“you’re always protecting me, follo.” you frown, studying the way his face twitches and his eyes widen.

“every second i spend with you is a second i don’t have to spend out fighting trash beasts, after all.” you joke, a poor attempt at trying to lighten the mood.

he cracks a smile, a few tears slipping down his cheeks.

“i love you.” he presses his face against your hand, leaning further into your touch.

“i love you.” you repeat after him, kissing his tears away.

for follo, the real savior here was you.

this is totally anoyomous btw....... idk who wrote this...

— or they’re like both 😳😳 ?! and like my first anon request from someone completely anonymous and i have no idea is like..

raider!reader x zanka, gn!reader but no pronouns are used when being addressed, no usage of y/n, toxic relationship, forbidden love if you squint, everyone knows they’re exes, mc still #needsthat, lingering dependency

cthoni’s portal opened up, dropping you off in a new, secluded, location. before she bid you farewell her eyes lingered on you as though she was internally conflicted about something that would concern you.

you hadn’t known her long, but being strategically out up against your ex boyfriend worried her all for the wrong reasons. she just simply hoped you wouldn’t do anything rash like switch sides.

they were already occupied enough trying to get new recruits, so losing one would be frustrating.

“long time no see.” you greeted, waving at the only other person near you with cthoni long gone. slowly, you put your activated jinki behind you, out of the way for the time being.

“you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” zanka audibly groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands slumped to his side.

“still runnin’ around with those lames?” you questioned, stepping further into his area of sight.

“that ain’t any of your concern. im sure you already know the answer anyway.” he scowled, watching your every move intently.

“you’re right.” you smiled, shamelessly proving him right. “you’re always welcome to be by my side.”

“i didnt come here to get hit on.” he scoffed, activating his jinki and pointing it towards you.

“ah-ah.” you shook your head, waving a finger. he stopped, eye twitching involuntarily.

“y’know they can’t appreciate you like i do, zanka. nobody can appreciate you like me.” you held a hand to your chest, gesturing to yourself as emphasis.

“stop it. that’s not gonna do anythin’ for either of us.” zanka seethed, his eyebrows cinched tightly together. you’d hate to be the cause of his pretty face getting stuck in such an unfitting expression.

“y’think im trying to do somethin’ sketchy? im jus’ telling you the truth.” your voice cracked, vision getting increasingly blurrier. living in a world where zanka wasn’t yours was a world you didn’t want to live in.

“we don’t gotta fight, zanka.” you added, taking a step closer to him. in return he took a step back, refusing to allow you to get close.

“get my name outta your mouth. just hearin’ you say it makes me sick.” he sneered, narrowing his eyes at you. he lifted his lovely assistaff from the ground, positioning it in front of him defensively.

he could hate, despise, even loathe you all he wanted. you didn’t care as long as he only felt it for you.

zanka’s stomach churned uncomfortably. just why did you have to look at him with that expression?

“you don’t mean that.” you jutted your bottom lip out, tilting your head to the side as you stared back at him. you couldn’t help but frown at his vulgar words, as accustomed to them as you were, it always hurt.

he didn’t mean it. he really, really didn’t.

every time he heard his name slip pass your lips his knees go weak. he could feel his loyalty to the cleaners— his loyalty to his soul— slip away inch by inch.

and he fucking hated it.

he hated how you made him feel, he hated how he allowed himself to grow so vulnerable with you.. he hated how he couldn’t persuade himself into believing your relationship was a mistake.

but no matter how much he tried to hate you, he was always going to come back to you whispering sweet nothings into his ear. whether it was within the knowledge of the cleaners or not.

he knew you knew that too.

“i need you zanka. and i know you need me too.” you reached your hand out for him, jinki deactivated and leaving you vulnerable. it almost seemed like you were reading his mind.

he stared at your hand with false disgust, his nose scrunching at the thought of even taking it.

what would the other cleaners think? what would enjin think? seeing him with you far too late into the night, as guilty as could be.

but maybe— just maybe— it’d all be worth it.

hold him in your arms, tell him how well he’s doing for simply breathing, stare at him with those eyes full of unwavering love, pepper him in soft kisses all over his body, and worship him like he was some greater power belonging on the ground.

zanka glanced at your hand again, lips pressed into a thin line. you watched as the cogs turned in his head, weighing out the pros and cons like he always did before making a decision.

no one was watching, and no one would have to know.

right?

— loser!reader who knew their lover for one month but they’ve known him for eight before ever officially talking.

— there isnt a second that could go by without you not texting them. they just wouldn’t allow it. they’ll say “i miss him.” after not seeing each other for two hours or “i wish he’d text me.” after not responding one minute.

— but it wasn’t like you hated it. in fact, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

— loser!reader who had little to no friends so he was a bit skeptical when it came to becoming friends with their now lover.

— it wouldn’t be the first time you’d encounter an extrovert trying to integrate themselves into your life, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

— they had followed you on social media out of nowhere and began texting you as though you were friends so you rolled with it. friendships like this never lasted long, so why not entertain it for the few weeks it would last?

— except, it never ended. they were persistent but patient— eager but understanding. they were willing to go through whatever avoidant fit with you rather than leaving like the rest. so, you let them stay.

— loser!reader who wasn’t accustomed to being so close to someone ‘popular’. forced to tag along on whatever side quests with high social battery cost they had in plan.

— you’d follow them around like a dog as they went out with their friends, and no matter how much you wanted to leave and go back home they just wouldn’t let you.

— loser!reader who was now far too deep into the ‘friendship’ he thought wouldn’t last. there wasn’t a day that could go by without thinking of what they were doing or the next time he could see them.

— loser!reader who is now utterly dependent on this ‘friendship’.

— on the other hand, they thought you no longer had any interest in them, and chose what they believed would be better for you.

— even if it meant no longer being the one to have you by their side anymore, as long as you were happy they didn’t care.

“we’re over.” their voice was barely above a whisper, it was just loud enough for you to hear.

“no.” you frown, shaking your head dismissively. they blink. you blink.

“okay.” they nod, turning and walking away. little did you know, their lips were stretched into such a large grin it physically hurt. the muscles in their face were tensed so much to the point where it took hours for it to finally relax into their resting face, and even then they couldn’t stop smiling when they seen you.

you were theirs and they were yours.

— loser!reader who finally grew the balls to ask them out.. but they thought the two of them were already couple.

“can’t believe i have you all to myself.” they gleam, pressing their head further into the crook in your neck. you could feel the way the corner of their lips twitched upwards, their visible enjoyment far too strong to keep hidden.

“gonna manipulate you to be mine forever.” they continued, whispering sweet nothings as a way to either soothe you or themselves. you believed it was the latter.

“oh. did i say that out loud?” they pause, slowly raising their head to look at you.

“yeah.” you nod, pushing their head back to where it was.

you didnt mind. in fact, you wanted nothing more than to continue living your life like this— like you two were the only people in the world.

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— kick boxer!reader who regularly gets help bandaging his wounds by his ‘acquaintance’, albeit with reluctance.

— there’s always, ALWAYS, a price you have to pay them when they do. whether it’s something that’ll cost you everything in your wallet or a simple ‘small’ favor that will increasingly stack up for when the moment is right.

— you always worry them beyond comprehension, but they’d never willingly admit it aloud. they watch all your training sessions, come to all your matches, and helps you through every single one.

— kick boxer!reader who absolutely loves what he does, so no matter how much his ‘acquaintance’ detests the violence he has to go through they’ll never truly want him to quit.

— they loved seeing the glint in your eyes when you had a match. from the twitch in the corner of your lips to the beads of sweat that slid down your skin, they loved it all.

— asking you to give it up was like asking you to change the part they loved about you the most.

— kick boxer!reader who broke his leg in a fight and had to be nursed back to health.

— they didn’t HAVE to stick by your side. nor did they have to lose sleep numerous nights worrying about you. but they did.

— kick boxer!reader who’s aware of how selfish he is to allow them to do this— he can’t help but love the attention they give him.

— your dedication to your sport left you with few people left willing to be in your life. you always put yourself first— never them. those who couldn’t stand it, left.

— you’d never blame them, for you’d do the same if you were in their position. which is why you just couldn’t understand why your ‘acquaintance’ is going so far for you.

“you don’t need to do this for me, y’know.” you mutter, voice hoarse from the lack of conversation over the past few days.

“if i don’t, then who else will?” they question, grabbing a pillow you were now all too familiar with to place under your leg. you wince before relaxing your shoulders and letting your head fall back.

“..you’re right.” you add after a moment of silence. they sat in a chair next to you, having refused every offer to rest in your bed.

“i assume i’ll have to pay for this as well?” you joke, your fingers fumbling with each other quietly as your brain searched for some kind of entertainment.

“im doing this because i want to, so don’t worry too much about it.”

you blink, slowly turning your head to face them. they were already staring at you. their hand raised to your cheek, their thumb ghosting over your busted lip gently.

leaning into their touch, you watched as their gaze softened the tiniest bit before their hand quickly retreated.

“i’ll go get us some food.”

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