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Enjin & sister!reader x Zanka; Enjin tries to play cupid except... he's not really good at it; fluff with light crack; not proof-read!
Enjin wasn’t as dumb as he looked.
He could figure out that those glances you sent a certain Cleaner’s way were more than just accidents. He also observed the way your face would turn the slightest ever shade of red whenever you’d talk to him.
Him.
That’s right. Enjin’s star pupil. The guy he would support forever. More than a friend. Almost a brother. That’s right- it was Zanka.
Enjin sat in the corner, brooding, eyes darting between him and you. Usually, this would be pretty simple. Any guy that tried to get close to you (especially with intentions Enjin wouldn’t stand for), he knew it was his duty as the older brother to chase them away. No compromises.
But this was ZANKA. Zanka- who’d always been behind him, asking if he did well. If he could improve. If he could actually get better. Enjin’s eyes narrowed as Zanka laughed at something you said; his head thrown back, eyes softening and giving you that look. The one that made everyone fall for him just a little-
Enjin’s head fell from where he held it in his hands. No way… could he actually like her back? This wasn’t one of (Y/N)’s fantasies? Enjin hummed to himself… that was still a probability. But still…
It was when Zanka actually smiled at you that all doubt made it’s way out of Enjin’s head. He wasn’t smiling like he usually did… that mask of a smile trying to hide all his true emotions behind a calm exterior. No. This was a genuine smile. From ZANKA. And judging by the way your own face reflected his, this wasn’t a one-sided thing at all.
Enjin grinned manically. Oh, this was going to be good.
After a few hours, Enjin dragged Rudo and Riyo to a room, shutting it behind him before facing them with an evil smirk.
“It means he’s got a plan. A stupid one at that”, Riyo replied before Enjin could answer. Enjin cleared his throat.
“As rudely as she’s put it, it’s true that I’ve got a plan. A plan to get Zanka and (Y/N) together!”
Rudo’s mouth dropped. Riyo looked stunned for a moment… before she sported a grin of her own.
“Let’s do it.”
Operation Lovebirds: was a go.
It started with a game night.
Enjin invited the whole gang, including you and Zanka.
You slowly opened the door to the room, looking around, seeing no one but Zanka. You gave him a small wave and a slight smile which he responded to with a nod of his head. He got up and walked over.
“Guess the others are late…”, he murmured. You nodded, swallowing deeply. The others were certainly taking their time.
Suddenly, your chokers started buzzing. Everyone started talking all at once, offering a stream of excuses. Seems like the entire Cleaners group decided to not come. All at the same time.
“What the… why’s everyone bailing?”
Zanka nodded, his head tilting a little. “Kinda suspicious if you look at it…”
Outside the door, peering in through the keyhole, Enjin had to bite his tongue not to swear. How could everyone send the damn excuses at the same time?! Riyo was turning red from trying to hide her laughter as Rudo blinked, not knowing what words of comfort to give the blonde haired man who looked ready to gnaw his fingernails off.
“They can’t leave… they need to confess already…”
Rudo blinked again. “Why?”, he asked, simply. “You’ve never been to…hell-bent on getting (Y/N) with anyone else before…”
Enjin stopped his frantic murmuring and sighed. He looked at your face through the keyhole before turning back to Rudo. Rudo’s breath hitched in his throat. A sad smile spread across Enjin’s face.
“Why… cause she’s my little sister, isn’t she? I gotta look after her… and Zanka… he’s someone who’s grown a lot. The kinda guy I know will grow right alongside her. Someone who knows how to take care of someone… love someone… even if they’re not perfect.”
Enjin smiled again. “Cause I want her to be happy. Even without me by her side.”
Rudo stared at him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Enjin gasped softly, back arching as he peeped into the keyhole again.
Zanka had taken your hand just as you were about to leave. You turned around, confused. His eyes were darker than usual. His mouth opened and closed a few times before sighing.
“I’ve got something to tell you.”
Enjin looked ready to dive into the room through the hole with how he was peering in.
Your eyes widen just a fraction. “What is it?”
Zanka gulped, looking around frantically, before his eyes landed back on you. He looked determined though the tip of his ears were dusted pink.
“I like you.”
Silence echoed across all the rooms. Not a single breath could be heard. Until you whispered-
“Are you serious?”
Zanka chuckled, moving closer, your hand still in his. “When am I not? I mean it… I really do… and you do not have to give a response… I just wanted to let you know.”
“The hell does he mean, don't have to give a response?”, Enjin grumbled from outside, “He needs to know how she feels.”
“Well… Zanka… I do have a response. And I’m surprised it wasn’t clear already.”
You laughed softly. “I like you too…”
Zanka stopper breathing for a moment as he allowed his eyes to fully settle on you. His hand slowly slid up your face, cupping your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut and open as his thumb brushed gently against your cheek bone. You both slowly started to lean closer… your lips barely a breath away when-
“ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH! ZANKA YOU ARE NOT KISSING MY SISTER!”
Enjin’s voice boomed through the room as you both startled, moving apart. Rudo was clinging desperately to his waist trying to pull him back as Riyo continued to cackle in the back.
You glared at him, fuming. “Enjin, how DARE you!? Were you spying on us?!”
Enjin was at a loss for words as he stuttered, “Well- it wasn't- it wasn't spying! It was more like…PARENTAL GUIDANCE!”
“BUT YOU AREN'T A PARENT NOR DO YOU GIVE MUCH GUIDANCE!”
You both continued to tear at each other's throats for another hour. As Rudo and Riyo tried their best to help break you both apart.
No one noticed Zanka having a mental breakdown that his mentor didn't approve of his relationship with you. He sank quietly to the floor and stayed there, eyes empty.
No one knew though… that on the inside Enjin was relieved. Happy. Elated. But like most older brothers… it was his life mission to never show it. And so the fight continued.
Just another typical day at the Cleaner’s HQ.
Thank you so much for reading! It's been a while since I wrote so I might seem a little rusty 🥺🩷
miya osamu used to laugh at people claiming they "fell in love at first sight," until it happened to him.
it was his first year at inarizaki high, and he needed to have his and atsumu's application forms signed by the vice principal—which was stupid in his mind since it wasn't like they were going to be going out of campus every single campus. but he really wanted to join the club (plus atsumu was there and he doesn't have the heart to leave his twin just yet).
speaking of his twin brother, he was currently stuck in the restroom, fighting for his life after drinking spoiled milk.
and so, here he was about to knock on the vice prinicpal's door, mouth already open to excuse himself, before a loud scream echoed from inside the room. "The hell do ya mean denied?!" the voice was shrill and obviously upset about something, yet there was a strange tug from osamu's heart when he heard it.
another voice soon followed. this one was more mellow and on the quieter side. "senpai! don't yell at the vice principal!"
the vice principal's voice agreed. "listen to yer kohai, [last name]-san, it'll do ya some good."
osamu blinked, pocketing the surname he had heard for future purposes. he looked at his outstretched hand, ready to knock on the door. then, at the door itself, which hid the screaming match from him. then, back at his hand again.
he placed his hand back to his side and pressed his ear on the door.
"'m sorry but i don't agree to this decision at all!" you shouted.
"good thing my word's the decision then," the vice principal hummed.
"we're sorry, vice principal—"
"no!" you intervened, cutting off your kohai. "'ve been tryna make ta bakin' club legit since last year, but ya always turn us down."
osamu's interest was immediately piqued. baking club? inarizaki high doesn't have a baking club? why was that?
"an' i've been tellin' ya since last year: just enter the cookin' club."
a strangled cry came from you, which was followed by your kohai trying to calm you down.
"vice principal, bakin' is a science!" you declared. a loud bang and a startled yelp echoed. "we cannot be share space with the cookin' club 'cuz we'll be fightin' for every single ingredient, utensil, an' equipment!"
"[lastname]-senpai!"
osamu backed away from the door as a scuffle seemed to be happening inside. damn, you're really into baking to be fighting this hard for a club, huh? his heartbeat quickened as he continued to listen to your passionate monologue about how baking is superior to cooking (which he would have to disagree; they were both hard to do), how the baking club needed it's own space to cultivate, and how you'll never reach your potential if you were stuck doing omelets for the remainder of your high school life.
honestly, osamu was rooting for you to win... unfortunately, it seemed that you really angered the vice principal.
"that's it! a week suspension for ya, [lastname]-san! reflect on yer actions an' maybe i'll entertain yer idea."
"ya've been sayin' that since last year too!"
the door suddenly slid open and osamu swore his breathe just got stolen away. you looked absolutely radiant—too beautiful to put into words. even with a deep scowl on your perfect face, you'd managed to quicken his heartbeat like he had just finished a whole three sets of volleyball. when your sharp eyes landed on him, he corrected his posture, praying that his hair was having a good day and that there wasn't any seaweed stuck between his teeth.
though, before he could greet or have the chance to flirt with you, you sneered, "what'cha lookin' at, ugly ass dust feather?"
he blinked, caught off-guard by your insult.
yet he wasn't really offended by it. oh no, more like his heart soared through the air, backflipped in space, and crash-landed back into his chest. you were not only pretty, a baker (he assumed), and a mean senpai at that?
damn, you were a package deal!
you didn't bother apologising, turning to walk down the hallway, hair swaying with each step. after you, your kohai left the room, an exasperated look on her face as she bowed to osamu. "'m sorry! [lastname]-senpai didn't mean ta insult ya, i swear!"
again, before he could even speak, your kohai ran after you, scolding you for your brash behaviour.
osamu could only watch as you disappear from the hallway. his lips moved on its own, mouthing your surname like a prayer to the gods as his grip on his and atsumu's application forms tightened.
he wondered how piss his twin would be if he decided to switch to a none existent club.
is it cliche to use a baker! reader with osamu. yes. do i regret it. absolute not lmao
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childhoodfriend!ushijima who first saw you when your family moved into the house across from his. he watched as you helped carry a box inside your new home, laughing out loud at something your parents said
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was formally introduced to you when his parents invited your family for dinner one random night. he awkwardly shook your hand after you had announced to the whole room about being his new friend
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was dragged along with whatever shenanigans you wanted from that day forward. bug-catching? he was there holding the bucket. climbing trees? he was ready to catch you fall. sneaking out to buy a snack? he was somehow the one ordering
childhoodfriend!ushijima who then dragged you along to his dad's volleyball practice. he'd watch you attempt to receive the ball, only to have it bounce on your face. he was worried you'd cry from the pain, but surprisingly, you only grinned. he still threw a silent tantrum, however, when you didn't share his level of enthusiasm about volleyball
childhoodfriend!ushijima who appreciated your presence at his games. he'd listen to your cheers—specifically just for him—before throwing the ball upwards for his killer serves. he couldn't hide his satisfaction whenever you'd yell, "no touch ace wakatoshi!" for the whole court to hear
childhoodfriend!ushijima who does not deny liking you when tendou teased him. he does indeed like you—you were his childhood best friend, so why wouldn't he like you? when he said this to tendou, he got laughed at, much to his confusion
childhoodfriend!ushijima who was always by your side during break, lunch, and after practise. he walked you to your classroom before he went to his, waited for you outside your room for lunch, and reserved a spot for you in the gym to watch him train (even when coach washijou forbade it)
childhoodfriend!ushijima who sometimes wonder why his heart beats faster when you smile than when he's on his fifth lap around the campus. he didn't understand why his face always felt warm whenever you hold his hand or lay your head on his shoulder. he consulted tendou about his cardiovascular worries, only to be laughed at his face again
childhoodfriend!ushijima who connected the dots after seeing you do a poor attempt at a jump serve. he watched you hide your face in embarrassment and felt his heart spike when you complimented him as a top ace of japan. well, tendou also helped when he straight-up said his crush on you was obvious to everyone except the two of you (he tried to deny it at first, but tendou was seriously at his wit's end)
childhoodfriend!ushijima who didn't wait for any opportunity to confess. he did so while walking you back to your dorm building. he'd admit that it was unromantic of him to just plainly admit he liked you and wanted to pursue a romantic relationship via a formal courtship, but all that mattered was that you agreed
childhoodfriend!ushijima who still acted like nothing had changed—except for the fact that there was a romantic undertone to everything he does to you. suddenly, he was more expressive, wishing you good luck on every little thing and complimenting you in the most random way possible. tendou chastised him, but he couldn't think of why saying "i see you grew a few centimetres taller," was wrong
childhoodfriend!ushijima who nearly teared up when you accepted him as your boyfriend. he felt his heart stop at the word "yes," before he had engulfed you in a hug. he didn't even realise he had hugged you. he had a small, genuine smile on his face as he promised to treasure you for as long as he'd live. you called him dramatic, but he pointed out the obvious flush on your face and the massive smile on your lips
childhood best friends to lovers trope fits ushijima so much
miya atsumu didn't believe in love at first sight until it happened to him.
he and osamu made it to school by the skin of their teeth, just before the physical education teacher closed the gate. the twins shared a look of relief before both grabbed each other by the collar.
"ya almost made us late, 'tsumu," osamu snarled, shaking atsumu's collar.
atsuma sneered, "hah?! don't pin this on me, 'samu! yer the one who wouldn't stop hoggin' breakfast!"
"that's 'cuz ya keep eatin' my share, dumbass!"
"yer share?! ma said that plate was f'me!"
before their argument could escalate, a startled shout intervened. atsumu snapped his head towards the gate, seeing you run while fixing your blazer. you were loudly begging the teacher to open the gates for you, but he just shook his head and pointed at his watch, indicating that you were far too late and have to be noted as such.
"damn, sucks to be her," osamu muttered, pushing atsumu away from him. "if ya didn't take yer fat ass outta kitchen, we'd probably be with her by now."
atsumu felt his temple throb the more he listen to his twin. he was about to retort, maybe even call osamu the fat ass twin by how much he eats and demands another serving, but his voice died in his throat as he watched you effortlessly jump over the gates by scaling the walls and gaining momentum via a kick. his eyes never left your flying figure as you landed a few feet away from him.
you squatted when your feet touched the ground, an exhilarated smile spreading on your lips as you congratulated yourself for a job well done. the teacher's mouth hung open, looking back and forth from the gate—which was around six feet tall or more. he groaned, dragging both hands down his face as he instructed you towards the faculty room. the smile on your face immediately vanished, replaced by a cute pout.
"woah," atsumu managed to breath out, heart racing as the scene of you jumping replayed in his mind again and again. he'd never seen anyone jump that high before nor anyone who managed to jump over the school gate that gracefully. his heart thumped against his chest, faint red spreading on his neck, cheeks, and ears as he watched you get scolded by the teacher.
when you noticed a pair of twins watching your scolding, you whined in embarrassment. as the teacher guided you towards tne entrance, you sent a small wave them.
atsumu choked on his spit when you waved at him. he pointed at himself, blinking rapidly, then waved back excitedly. he was unaware of the shaky smile on his lips nor the prominent blush coating his face.
"yer red as a tomato, 'tsumu," osamu cackled, silently taking photos of his twin as backmail material. "don't tell me ya fell in love with that girl!"
atsumu immediately jumped on osamu, shaking his shoulders. "the hell're ya sayin', 'samu?! yer seein' things 'cuz ya ate too much octo sausages earlier!"
"hah?! don't drag ma's octo sausages into this, 'tsumu! just admit ya finally have a crush on a girl!"
"shut yer trap!"
"both of you, go to yer classes already!" a passing teacher snapped at them.
the twins paused and made themselves presentable, nodding. they sneered each other as they finally entered their school building, changing into their indoor shoes.
as atsumu walked towards his classroom, he couldn't help but wish that you were his classmate... not that he'd admit it out loud, though.
— tags: yandere, stalking, obsessed behaviour, obsessive tamsy caines, manga spoilers (ifykyk), oblivious! reader, slight breaking and entering lol
— word count: 1,922
— lowkey a writing exercise too (wink wink)
— came across this audio on tiktok and immediately clocked it to this beautiful man
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TAMSY NOTICED YOU the moment you first stepped into the Cleaners' headquarters. He was being briefed by Semiu on his next mission, which coincidentally was the perfect opportunity to test a potential new Cleaner.
Of course, at first, he didn't care that much about you—hell, he even toyed with the idea of letting you take the heavy blows of the trash beasts just for funsies. It would've been amusing to watch you scramble about, or maybe even break a little from the pressure of the trial mission.
So imagine his surprise when you not only defeated the trash beasts with ease, but even managed to protect him from a surprise attack.
He stood still for a second, blinking slowly as he casually hid Tokushin back into the sleeves of his coat.
You were breathing rather heavily, adrenaline still rushing through your veins, eyes bright as you shot him a worried look. Rushing to his side, you inspected his figure, hands fluttering just an inch over him, eyes searching every part of his body as though expecting him to have been bleeding.
"Are you okay, Tamsy?" you asked, voice breathy but steady as you finished examining him.
For a moment, he just watched you, memorising the crease in your forehead, the tightness in your jaw, and the way your hands twitched at your sides, like it wanted to hover over him again. He then nodded, smiling as he guided you back with the others. "I'm fine," he said with an easy smile, brushing dust off his uniform. "Thanks to you, apparently."
You exhaled a shaky breath, relief immediately brightening your features. And then—you laughed. A small, breathless sound, but it rang like chapel bells in his ears.
Huh, how odd.
That... was nice.
You stuck close to him on the way back, practically glued to his side as rambled excitedly about the fight. "I can't believe I got there fast enough! I mean, I totally thought I would freeze, but I didn't! And you were so cool back there, Tamsy! You didn't even flinch when that trash beast jumped at you!"
Then, you paused, as if you remembered a crucial detail before flashing a big smile toward his direction. "Oh! And if I'm accepted by the boss, I might actually join your team. I mean, that's crazy, right?"
He hummed, nodding absently as he guided you up into the jeep, occupying the seat directly next to yours. He didn't mind being in the middle, just seeing how you were caged by him—how it only allowed you to talk to him—pleases him in a way he couldn't believe.
Outwardly, he looked calm. Relaxed and poised, not to mention, mildly entertained.
But inside?
He was replaying every moment that had led up to this.
It wasn't unusual for other Cleaners to cover each other's open spots—nobody really wanted to watch their teammates die, unfortunately. So, really, he shouldn't even be thinking about you and the way you saved his ass out there. It was the natural thing to do, especially since he was the one supervising your trial mission.
So why was he drawn to you?
There was only one way to find out.
His expression remained gentle, conversing with you while his thoughts sharpened with a quiet, eerie clarity.
If you joined his team, you'd be around him constantly. Training with him, going on missions with him, and most importantly, relying on him.
You would be close to him. Very, very close.
You kept talking, smiling brightly, oblivious to the way his eyes lingered on you a bit too long—not very Tamsy-like behaviour, if others were to see.
"You're really something," he said lightly, tone airy. "Most new recruits wouldn't be able to handle themselves that well."
You grinned proudly, leaning your shoulders to his. "Really? You mean that?"
He nodded, smile widening with deceptive warmth. "You're impressive. You'll fit in perfectly in my team."
And in his mind, he was already turning over possibilities. How useful you could be in his plans and how much fun he could have with messing with you.
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He studied you after that.
His eyes always lingered on you, watching with cold precision every movement, every word, every action, and every detail that you expressed in the headquarters.
Every detail mattered for Tamsy.
The way your shoulders relaxed whenever he smiled at you.
The way you leaned a little closer whenever you talked excitedly, head tilting forty-five degrees to your left.
The way you opened doors with your right hand and closed them by tapping the heel of your foot.
The way you always hum an ancient lullaby after you showered, wet hair wrapped in your favourite towel.
The way you read books about the Sphere, always searching and asking for answers related to it.
The way you do a little dance after beating other Cleaners during training.
The way you meticulously clean your jinki, leaving it on your bedside table before going to sleep.
The way you have a skip on your steps when you spotted him by the corner of your room.
The way you always picked the spot beside him when you two eat, walk, or sit in the jeep.
The way you were always by his side after fighting trash beasts, eyes searching for possible injuries.
And the way you scanned his expression after every mission, as if subconsciously seeking his approval.
Ahhh...
So, you were that type, huh? The kind who wanted to be useful; to be praised; and who always respond beautifully to his small cues.
His favourite toy to play with.
He'd set up moments where you'd coincidentally past him on your way down the hall, eyes immediately latching on his form as you halted to a full stop. And every time, without fail, you'd brighten up.
"Oh, Tamsy! I didn't realise you were here!"
He'd just smile gently before responding, "I was on my way to the garden. Want to walk with me?"
You'd always say yes.
Of course, you would.
You never noticed how his gaze lingered longer and longer each time, soft on the surface but heavy underneath.
You didn't notice the tiny curl of amusement at the corner of his lips whenever you got flustered.
You didn't notice how he always made sure he was always present in your mission, but not the other way around.
You didn't notice how the lock on your door loosened when someone jabbed it at the right angle.
You didn't notice the way he always seemed to know things you'd never told him. Where you'd been, who you'd talked to, what you'd been reading, and how late you'd stayed up.
You didn't notice how his fingers twitched whenever someone else made you laugh.
My, oh my. Weren't you just an oblivious teammate? Too trusting, too open, and just too easy to pull in.
He was having too much fun watching you wander so innocently, so blindly into his hands. And, well, he really didn't want to put a stop on this little adventure he was having with you.
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"What're your hobbies, Tamsy?" you asked him randomly while eating lunch with him and Delmon.
Tamsy pretended to think about it, relishing the way you inched closer in curiosity, almost too eager to hear his answer.
It was laughable how easy this all was considering you naturally gravitated toward him.
"I like listening to music," he said flatly, taking a bite of his food.
Delmon nodded aggressively. "Yes! He sometimes play it too loud in the morning, causing a ruckus!" he agreed, voice loud enough to shake the table.
Tamsy didn't look at him, but he felt a vein pulse in his forehead.
You snorted, covering your mouth as you swallowed a bite. "I like singing and dancing, though I'm not that good at it," you chuckled embarrassed, a tint of redness spreading on the nape of your neck.
I know, Tamsy nearly said. He could still picture you tripping in the west wing hallway yesterday, arms flailing as you tried to waltz with an imaginary partner, before looking around and sighing in relief because you thought no one saw it.
Instead, he smiled, lips tugging a bit too high.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," he reassured, tilting his head in the way you trusted him more. "You're not obliged to be good at your hobbies; as long as you like them, that's good enough."
Delmon nodded firmly, arms crossed over his chest. "Tamsy is right! Passion and effort matter most!"
You shrunk under their gazes, fingers tugging at the seams of your pants. "Yeah!" you mumbled, lips quirking to a small grin before you continued. "Oh! And I also like studying about the Sphere—"
Tamsy nearly snorted. That's too obvious, dear, he thought, mentally rolling his eyes. Everyone in the Cleaners knew you were curious about the Sphere and Ground. The archives were practically your second bedroom already—with a table set up just for you.
But then, you continued, "Did you guys know they have this thing called a 'God'? I just read about it the other day..."
Tamsy's eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he dulled it back to a neutral expression. Huh, now wasn't this interesting? This was new, even for him! He didn't know you'd wandered this deep into (forbidden) Sphereite knowledge.
Where did you learn that word?
How much did you know about the concept?
Were you aware of it's importance to the Ground?
Ah, weren't you just full of surprises today.
Tamsy's attention tunneled entirely onto you.
The tiny flick of your eyes. The nervous way you twirled your spoon. The way you kept stealing a glance at his direction.
You were clever, he knew that. But perhaps, there was something even you were hiding from him
Those types of people always ended up interesting.
"How'd you learn that?" he asked gently, carefully neutral on the outside, yet he was brimming with too much curiosity beneath it.
"Oh, uh..." you trailed off, teeth tugging at your lower lip as if debating whether to share the truth. Then, you leaned forward and crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. He didn't hesitate. Warm breath brushed against the tip of his ear the moment you spoke, sending a faint, involuntary shiver down his spine. "Don't tell anyone about this," you whispered, voice low and husky. "But I accidentally stumbled on old files in the west archive." Strands of your hair brushed against his shoulder.
Ah, that was interesting.
His smile widened, sweet and sickly, as he put a finger on his lips, promising to keep your secret. You lit up, face bright with pure trust, and immediately turned toward Delmon to ramble about something else entirely, leaving Tamsy sitting there with his hand on his lap, eyes following you with careful precision.
You were learning things you shouldn't, and seeing things you weren't meant to see. This might be troublesome in the future, especially with everything he had been planning. Especially with what he intended to do once he finally dragged Rudo down into the role he belonged.
Yes... troublesome indeed.
He needed to pay closer attention to you now, making sure that you weren't putting your nose where it shouldn't belong. You might become a problem for him... or an opportunity.
Either way, it made him inwardly grin. A quiet thrill curled in his chest, fluttering with delight at all the possibilities you were unknowingly giving him.
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your gachiakuta partner reacting to you maxing their credit card after a heated argument! they rich rich in this one, babes. lowkey kinda ooc too ehe. female reader!
featuring: august stilza · tamsy caines · semiu grier · cthoni andor · enjin · gris rubion · bro santa · zodyl typhon · arkha corvus
august stilza!
laughs when the bank called him about a suspicious transaction in his credit card. he opened his account and saw you spent nearly half a million inside one of his private boutiques. it was one shirt, dress, shoes, or even a small handkerchief after another, minus signs seemingly never-ending.
"nah, don't do anything," he told the teller, already sketching his latest runway fashion with you in mind. "that's just my wife doin' a li'l retail therapy! matter-of-fact, you think y'all can upgrade the card's limit?"
tamsy caines!
he was already watching the endless notification of your shopping spree with a small, satisfied smile on his lips. it started with small transaction in various restaurants and soon escalated to salons, spas, and finally boutiques in the higher-end malls of the city. if he was being honest, it was fun keeping tabs on whatever you spent his hard-earned money as payback to his mistakes.
so when the bank called him to confirm some suspicious transaction, he merely approved them all on the spot. "no need to call if this happened again," he said, already planning his next fuck-up. "though you could block that card and upgrade my other one instead..." just for funsies, he added mentally.
semiu grier!
she was the one who handed you her wallet a few hours after the argument. "treat your pretty li'l head with love, baby," she chuckled, dragging a finger from your collarbone to your chin, lifting your head. "'s my apology for makin' you mad earlier. 'm sorry 'bout that, gorgeous."
so, of course, she was all but satisfied when the bank called about numerous suspicious transaction on her card. she listened as the teller (word) all your retail therapy, giving a small hum of approval when a particular intimate item caught her ears. "don't worry 'bout those," she said, eyeing the clock on the wall. just a few more hours before you return, so she should probably ready the house. "that's just my lovely wife doin' a self-care day."
cthoni andor!
she prepared herself for your retail therapy. not one to spend her time with unnecessary conversations, she called the bank the moment you stepped out of the house. "don't call me if you see any suspicious transaction my my credit card," she informed them. "my wife is just doing a little bit of shopping."
and so, she watched the notifications pile up on her phone. a jewelry here. an assortment of bags there. a box full of the newest gaming console here. nothing out of the ordinary for you. her lips quirked upwards as she counted the amount you spent in just a few hours. she decided to message you, asking if you wanted to spend a romantic dinner with her in your favourite restaurant to finish off your shopping spree.
enjin!
accepted that he fucked up the moment you gave him the silent treatment and took his main credit card. he sighed as another notification popped up on his phone, this one was from your favourite restaurant. apparently, you were having a party from the amount of dishes you ordered. but make no mistake, he was watching the notifications with a smirk on his lips, calculating the amount you were spending by the hours.
he nonchalantly answered the call from the bank, notifying him about the suspicious transactions on his card. he cackled when the teller suggested freezing the card to protect his money. "nah, don't do that," he countered, already on his feet to fetch his car key. "you'll get me in deeper trouble with my woman. just let her enjoy herself for the night." he was already at the door by the time he ended the call, certain that you'll need his other credit cards by the time he get to you.
gris rubion!
not only was he the one who suggested you treat yourself with his credit card, he was also your driver and personal bag holder for the trip. he smiled softly as he watched you point at each and every bag displayed in dior, uncaring whether they fit your current aesthetic. whenever a sales agent dared to mention his presence, you upfront glared at them, as if challenging them to put a stop on your retail therapy.
he stepped aside for a second when the bank called about suspicious activity regarding his credit card. he listened attentively to the teller as they droned about the risks of the transaction and the possible solution—freezing the card. he just chuckled lightly. "no need to freeze the card," he said, watching you try on different pairs of high heels. "my wife is in charge of these cards."
bro santa!
the moment you tried stepping out of the house alone, he was by your side, asking to accompany you to wherever. he insisted being there as a precaution, and for the fact that he doesn't like you going out alone, especially when you were angry or expressing any negative emotions. you settled with him being your personal shopping cart.
he answered the call from the bank while you were getting fitted. he almost chuckled out loud when the teller told him about the suspicious transaction happening with his credit card. they suggested freezing the card and he immediately declined. "everything's all right," he told the teller. "my wife is just out shopping. do you think i could upgrade the card's limit right now?"
zodyl typhon!
he knew you were going to do retail therapy the moment an argument ended, no matter if it was good or bad. he had accepted that fact long before you two got married. and so, he left his wallet on the kitchen counter with a note wishing you a happy shopping. you left with a smile on your face.
when the bank called about suspicious activities on his card, he cut them off in the middle of their introduction. "there is no need to freeze the card or even trouble me with this," he said. "my wife is merely spending time for herself with my credit card. if you do anything to dampen her mood, i'll cut all contact with your business."
arkha corvus!
he had already talked to his bank regarding suspicious activities on his card. not that he directly stated the cause to be you—oh no, it was unacceptable for others to view you in such a light. he just reassured them that a spike of transaction was normal and there was no need to contact him with the issue, unless the total amount was less than six digits.
he watched the notifications pop one after another as you went through your shopping spree. he had a satisfied smile on his face, imagining your beautiful face as you buy out an entire section of your favourite brand. maybe it was time to build you another walk-in closet. or, even better, buy another floor of the building he owned to be constructed as you closet. he held his chin, deep in though. "i'd have to consult her about this when she returns. although, it wouldn't hurt to see how she's doing at the moment."
— whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth!
summary: gachiakuta men doing the richman trend with you!
featuring: jabber wonger · follo tunito · august stilza · tamsy caines · enjin
now playing: richman by 3oh!3
jabber wonger!
immediately agreed to do it with you. hell, you didn't even have to finish your question since he's all in to whatever shenanigans you have. you have him watch the trend first, explaining the cues and his actions.
"'m s'posed to just pose and throw it back? pfft, easy-peasy, baby," he cackled, stretching his long limbs like he's about to run a marathon.
you rolled your eyes, setting up the camera. "oh, hush. just try to act all possessive and shit if you want—y'know, your usual antics."
honestly, you should've known better. that man not only has a sleeper build, but he can throw it back like no tomorrow. hell, he does it better than you that his part on the video was the most talked about in the comment section.
you had to block people trying to slide through his dms, while he absolutely thrived under the compliments of internet strangers.
follo tunito!
he was a bit hesitant to agree, as he's not exactly camera-ready like you were. but you reassured him that he could just block you in the video and it'll be the same.
"are you sure you want me to block you?" he asked, watching the trend on his phone.
you nodded, setting up your phone. "yup! no worries, babe. it's just a silly trend."
he nodded, going to his position. if he had to be honest, he was glad you were okay with him blocking you; he may not seem like it, but he's a somewhat jealous person. no way was he totally comfortable having people gawk at your behind like you weren't in a comfortable relationship.
still, he couldn't help but have a surge of pride when he saw the comment section being prissy about not seeing you throw it back. heh, that was all for him to see.
august stilza!
absolutely hyped that you wanted to do the trend. to be honest, he also planned to ask you about it, since he cannot just not show the world what an absolute bombshell of a partner he managed to bag. be jealous, internet strangers!
"hell yeah, baby, let's do this!" he cheered, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.
"let's go!" you laughed, fixing your outfit—which was handpicked by august for this very trend. "ready, auggie?"
august jumped to his position, nodding as he clicked on the record button. he had the biggest smirk on his face as he did the trend, making sure to gesture towards you when you threw it back. when it was his turn, you acted the same, pointing at august with a devious smirk on your lips.
the comment section was not only praising both of your dancing skills, but also the absolute aesthetic of your couple outfit. august made sure to promote his clothing line.
tamsy caines!
you had to pester him the whole day for him to agree. tamsy was fine with it from the get-go—don't get him wrong—he just wanted to see you beg him to do it with you. he's just quirky like that. and besides, you looked so cute trying to find ways to persuade him.
"so one of us pose, while the other dance on the back?" he asked, looking at you with a raised brow.
you nodded. "yup, that's all there is to it, babe," you answered, looking him up and down. damn, he looked good. "honestly, even if you don't throw it back, people will be jealous of your long hair."
he just laughed, flipping his hair as if saying he totally agreed with you. the two of you did the trend, both having good dancing skills despite the lack of flexibility.
when the video was posted to your page, not only were people shocked about tamsy's long ass hair—they were more shocked he was a man. while he was slightly offended being mistaken as a girl, he took the opportunity to rub it on your face.
enjin!
fully onboard with the trend once he saw what you needed to do. he thought about doing it too, but decided to just film another video of his part instead of cutting yours too early. besides, he wanted to watch you throw it back more than himself.
"are ya ready, babe?" he asked, setting up your phone. he made sure to sneak in a couple of candid shots of you in your killer outfit.
"yep!" you answered. "we filming my video first?"
"you guess it, babe."
you two filmed the video with a lot of takes. mostly due to enjin missing his cues and blatantly staring at your ass while you throw it back. you had to hit his head with his umbrella to bring him back to earth.
you posted one video of him missing his cue halfway because he stared at you through the screen, a prideful smirk on his lips as if boasting that he can have you while the internet strangers could only simp. heh, sucks to be them.
i tried doing the trend but my god, my body is stiff as hell + i don't have an ass + and i cannot throw it back </3
your gachiakuta partner reacting to you maxing their credit card after a heated argument! they rich rich in this one, babes. lowkey kinda ooc too ehe. female reader!
featuring: august stilza · tamsy caines · semiu grier · cthoni andor · enjin · gris rubion · bro santa · zodyl typhon · arkha corvus
august stilza!
laughs when the bank called him about a suspicious transaction in his credit card. he opened his account and saw you spent nearly half a million inside one of his private boutiques. it was one shirt, dress, shoes, or even a small handkerchief after another, minus signs seemingly never-ending.
"nah, don't do anything," he told the teller, already sketching his latest runway fashion with you in mind. "that's just my wife doin' a li'l retail therapy! matter-of-fact, you think y'all can upgrade the card's limit?"
tamsy caines!
he was already watching the endless notification of your shopping spree with a small, satisfied smile on his lips. it started with small transaction in various restaurants and soon escalated to salons, spas, and finally boutiques in the higher-end malls of the city. if he was being honest, it was fun keeping tabs on whatever you spent his hard-earned money as payback to his mistakes.
so when the bank called him to confirm some suspicious transaction, he merely approved them all on the spot. "no need to call if this happened again," he said, already planning his next fuck-up. "though you could block that card and upgrade my other one instead..." just for funsies, he added mentally.
semiu grier!
she was the one who handed you her wallet a few hours after the argument. "treat your pretty li'l head with love, baby," she chuckled, dragging a finger from your collarbone to your chin, lifting your head. "'s my apology for makin' you mad earlier. 'm sorry 'bout that, gorgeous."
so, of course, she was all but satisfied when the bank called about numerous suspicious transaction on her card. she listened as the teller (word) all your retail therapy, giving a small hum of approval when a particular intimate item caught her ears. "don't worry 'bout those," she said, eyeing the clock on the wall. just a few more hours before you return, so she should probably ready the house. "that's just my lovely wife doin' a self-care day."
cthoni andor!
she prepared herself for your retail therapy. not one to spend her time with unnecessary conversations, she called the bank the moment you stepped out of the house. "don't call me if you see any suspicious transaction my my credit card," she informed them. "my wife is just doing a little bit of shopping."
and so, she watched the notifications pile up on her phone. a jewelry here. an assortment of bags there. a box full of the newest gaming console here. nothing out of the ordinary for you. her lips quirked upwards as she counted the amount you spent in just a few hours. she decided to message you, asking if you wanted to spend a romantic dinner with her in your favourite restaurant to finish off your shopping spree.
enjin!
accepted that he fucked up the moment you gave him the silent treatment and took his main credit card. he sighed as another notification popped up on his phone, this one was from your favourite restaurant. apparently, you were having a party from the amount of dishes you ordered. but make no mistake, he was watching the notifications with a smirk on his lips, calculating the amount you were spending by the hours.
he nonchalantly answered the call from the bank, notifying him about the suspicious transactions on his card. he cackled when the teller suggested freezing the card to protect his money. "nah, don't do that," he countered, already on his feet to fetch his car key. "you'll get me in deeper trouble with my woman. just let her enjoy herself for the night." he was already at the door by the time he ended the call, certain that you'll need his other credit cards by the time he get to you.
gris rubion!
not only was he the one who suggested you treat yourself with his credit card, he was also your driver and personal bag holder for the trip. he smiled softly as he watched you point at each and every bag displayed in dior, uncaring whether they fit your current aesthetic. whenever a sales agent dared to mention his presence, you upfront glared at them, as if challenging them to put a stop on your retail therapy.
he stepped aside for a second when the bank called about suspicious activity regarding his credit card. he listened attentively to the teller as they droned about the risks of the transaction and the possible solution—freezing the card. he just chuckled lightly. "no need to freeze the card," he said, watching you try on different pairs of high heels. "my wife is in charge of these cards."
bro santa!
the moment you tried stepping out of the house alone, he was by your side, asking to accompany you to wherever. he insisted being there as a precaution, and for the fact that he doesn't like you going out alone, especially when you were angry or expressing any negative emotions. you settled with him being your personal shopping cart.
he answered the call from the bank while you were getting fitted. he almost chuckled out loud when the teller told him about the suspicious transaction happening with his credit card. they suggested freezing the card and he immediately declined. "everything's all right," he told the teller. "my wife is just out shopping. do you think i could upgrade the card's limit right now?"
zodyl typhon!
he knew you were going to do retail therapy the moment an argument ended, no matter if it was good or bad. he had accepted that fact long before you two got married. and so, he left his wallet on the kitchen counter with a note wishing you a happy shopping. you left with a smile on your face.
when the bank called about suspicious activities on his card, he cut them off in the middle of their introduction. "there is no need to freeze the card or even trouble me with this," he said. "my wife is merely spending time for herself with my credit card. if you do anything to dampen her mood, i'll cut all contact with your business."
arkha corvus!
he had already talked to his bank regarding suspicious activities on his card. not that he directly stated the cause to be you—oh no, it was unacceptable for others to view you in such a light. he just reassured them that a spike of transaction was normal and there was no need to contact him with the issue, unless the total amount was less than six digits.
he watched the notifications pop one after another as you went through your shopping spree. he had a satisfied smile on his face, imagining your beautiful face as you buy out an entire section of your favourite brand. maybe it was time to build you another walk-in closet. or, even better, buy another floor of the building he owned to be constructed as you closet. he held his chin, deep in though. "i'd have to consult her about this when she returns. although, it wouldn't hurt to see how she's doing at the moment."
— whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth!
summary: gachiakuta men doing the richman trend with you!
featuring: jabber wonger · follo tunito · august stilza · tamsy caines · enjin
now playing: richman by 3oh!3
jabber wonger!
immediately agreed to do it with you. hell, you didn't even have to finish your question since he's all in to whatever shenanigans you have. you have him watch the trend first, explaining the cues and his actions.
"'m s'posed to just pose and throw it back? pfft, easy-peasy, baby," he cackled, stretching his long limbs like he's about to run a marathon.
you rolled your eyes, setting up the camera. "oh, hush. just try to act all possessive and shit if you want—y'know, your usual antics."
honestly, you should've known better. that man not only has a sleeper build, but he can throw it back like no tomorrow. hell, he does it better than you that his part on the video was the most talked about in the comment section.
you had to block people trying to slide through his dms, while he absolutely thrived under the compliments of internet strangers.
follo tunito!
he was a bit hesitant to agree, as he's not exactly camera-ready like you were. but you reassured him that he could just block you in the video and it'll be the same.
"are you sure you want me to block you?" he asked, watching the trend on his phone.
you nodded, setting up your phone. "yup! no worries, babe. it's just a silly trend."
he nodded, going to his position. if he had to be honest, he was glad you were okay with him blocking you; he may not seem like it, but he's a somewhat jealous person. no way was he totally comfortable having people gawk at your behind like you weren't in a comfortable relationship.
still, he couldn't help but have a surge of pride when he saw the comment section being prissy about not seeing you throw it back. heh, that was all for him to see.
august stilza!
absolutely hyped that you wanted to do the trend. to be honest, he also planned to ask you about it, since he cannot just not show the world what an absolute bombshell of a partner he managed to bag. be jealous, internet strangers!
"hell yeah, baby, let's do this!" he cheered, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.
"let's go!" you laughed, fixing your outfit—which was handpicked by august for this very trend. "ready, auggie?"
august jumped to his position, nodding as he clicked on the record button. he had the biggest smirk on his face as he did the trend, making sure to gesture towards you when you threw it back. when it was his turn, you acted the same, pointing at august with a devious smirk on your lips.
the comment section was not only praising both of your dancing skills, but also the absolute aesthetic of your couple outfit. august made sure to promote his clothing line.
tamsy caines!
you had to pester him the whole day for him to agree. tamsy was fine with it from the get-go—don't get him wrong—he just wanted to see you beg him to do it with you. he's just quirky like that. and besides, you looked so cute trying to find ways to persuade him.
"so one of us pose, while the other dance on the back?" he asked, looking at you with a raised brow.
you nodded. "yup, that's all there is to it, babe," you answered, looking him up and down. damn, he looked good. "honestly, even if you don't throw it back, people will be jealous of your long hair."
he just laughed, flipping his hair as if saying he totally agreed with you. the two of you did the trend, both having good dancing skills despite the lack of flexibility.
when the video was posted to your page, not only were people shocked about tamsy's long ass hair—they were more shocked he was a man. while he was slightly offended being mistaken as a girl, he took the opportunity to rub it on your face.
enjin!
fully onboard with the trend once he saw what you needed to do. he thought about doing it too, but decided to just film another video of his part instead of cutting yours too early. besides, he wanted to watch you throw it back more than himself.
"are ya ready, babe?" he asked, setting up your phone. he made sure to sneak in a couple of candid shots of you in your killer outfit.
"yep!" you answered. "we filming my video first?"
"you guess it, babe."
you two filmed the video with a lot of takes. mostly due to enjin missing his cues and blatantly staring at your ass while you throw it back. you had to hit his head with his umbrella to bring him back to earth.
you posted one video of him missing his cue halfway because he stared at you through the screen, a prideful smirk on his lips as if boasting that he can have you while the internet strangers could only simp. heh, sucks to be them.
i tried doing the trend but my god, my body is stiff as hell + i don't have an ass + and i cannot throw it back </3
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She's very straightforward with her attraction, no bullshitting or cutting corners. When she realised that she liked you, of course, she'll be taken aback, but quickly accepts it
Will definitely tease you just to see your reactions, and to find out whether there's a chance that you reciprocate her feelings
More open and touchy with you, though tries to keep it lowkey when in a more professional setting (like a meeting or with other Cleaners she's not close with)
Brings your favourite drink when you arrive at the cafeteria during meal hours. The moment you sit down, she slides it in front of you like nothing's happening
Since she's the receptionist, she's lowkey territorial over her desk. No one is allowed to touch or misplace any items, unless they had her permission. You, however, is free to move as you please
Her love languages are physical touch and quality time/word of affirmation
Just love being in contact with you, whether through small, intimate touches like hooked pinkies or back against one another! If she could, she'll definitely try to have you stationed near her desk
After you two got together, she levels up her teasing game! She's very flirty when it's just the two of you, or with the company of her friends
Tries not to let your relationship get in the way of her work. Though, there were times when she moved you to a easier/safer mission so that you won't get harmed
Similar to her jinki, she can easily sense whenever you're in a bad mood or when something is bothering you. She's quick to pull you aside to ask about your well-being
Whenever you two are in an argument, she'll let you vent out everything first before stating her side. Though, she'll unintentionally might come off as knowing you better than yourself
She has a lot of pride on herself, and so, might not be the first one to apologise in the argument. The two of you will definitely need some time apart to really think about the situation before one of you (usually might be you) apologises first
Big on trying to make it up for you, though! Gestures like bringing you flowers, accompanying you, and being there for you until you two slowly returned back to your usual routine