#bakery fluff

I LOVE when two characters bathe with eachother but like not in a sexual way. In a way that shows trust & vulnerability. I rarely see it but I adore it sm

like just imagine two characters who have gone through some stuff and are like constantly stressed but care deeply for one another bathing with eachother and are finally able to open up to someome and trust them in their most vulnerable form (nudity)

like it’s the best. Esp if they bathe eachother (like scrubbing eachothers backs and washing eachothers hair) idk it’s just the best

I love this. i think the concept of bathing with a loved one is so cute too !! i remember being itty bitty and bathing with my siblings and cousins or with my mom (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM) and feeling so loved, so have some ooey gooey fluff, sweethearts !!

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: bathing with him

౨ৎ 𝘎𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; after a long day when he comes home to find you in the tub, neck deep in bubbles, youd have to grow three heads to get him out of that bath with you.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; i thought i saw your face today she & him

𝐟𝐭 ; rudo surebrec, enjin, zanka nijiku, fu orostor, august stilza, gris rubon. tamsy caines, jabber wonger.

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; gn!reader, swearing, what the fluff, pining, some are more flirty than others okay, holy yap, mild spoilers, maybe ooc, jabber calls you 'ma' as a pet name.

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; guys i gotta get back on my grind please dont give up on me !! and with Christmas coming up expect a lot more drabbles teehee !! lmk if i should do a 12-days advent calendar type deal cause i will ...

𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙤 — 𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩

of all things for the spherite to be oblivious of, it was a surprise when bubble baths wasnt one of them.

rudo loves getting clean, he loves scrubbing off the grime after fighting a gross trash beast or digging through mountains of filth to find the good junk. on days like today, boring days where he'd barely break a sweat, he would settle for a quick rinse.

at least that was the plan.

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: sweethearts tend to wear it on their sleeves

౨ৎ 𝘈𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘻𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬-𝘧𝘪𝘤゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; heart to heart mac demarco

𝐟𝐭 ; august stilza

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; its like the worlds slowest race, who can confess last?

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; gn!reader, swearing, holy fluff, maybe ooc, >1k words

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; this is like a semi continuation of the drabble (here) but its not mandatory reading and things will be restated and elaborated on. Also, i like to chime in with my own two-sense as if I’m not literally the author, lmk how we feel about that.

Sat on his workbench, sprawled on the plush couch in the corner, or playing model in front of the mirror, there was just so much in here to keep your mind entertained.

It wasn’t uncommon in the slightest to find you in Auggies workshop, or ‘evil lab’ as he so lovingly called it. In fact, it was the second place anyone would check for you after the kitchen.

I mean c’mon, all the good stuff is in here.

Namely August himself, but you’d be a fool to say that out-loud to anyone. Especially to someone that would mock you as viciously as he would if he ever found out about your little (okay, HUGE) crush on him.

Right now you were standing on the little platform with those full body mirrors and the stage-lighting, this is where he’d put you to ‘repay’ you for your treats. You yourself had a little plate with that apple-pie you’d baked him, taking little bites as he worked on/around you.

He was yapping away, as usual, while neglecting his mostly eaten pie on his table just behind him while you silently indulged in the treat.

Not that you ever minded his rambles, he spoke enough for the both of you. Especially in times like this,

“I really cant even believe theyd let her outside wearing something so hideous, atrocious, its a crime against fashion. It did the opposite of compliment her! It- it was a- a-“

“‘An insult to her beauty’?” You guessed, he was kneeling to your right, pinning folds of fabric in place on your hip like you were some kind of mannequin. You were good at standing still and he was taking full advantage of it right now to fit you.

“Exactly! Poor girl shouldve never taken that stupid contract- did that nip ya?” He looked up to see if he had accidentally poked you in his rambling state. It wouldn’t have been the first time, but after the third strike he’d been extra super careful.

When you shook your head no he stood, taking two big steps back to examine, then nodded approvingly.

“If she were anything like you, yknow, smart and whatnot, she’d have come to be styled be yours truly.”

You blushed like a school girl any time he complimented you. Yeah, you felt like a dork, but he ignored this as he continued to talk about something new.

Something about monkeys? Or that new washing machine? I don’t know, neither do you.

If you were being honest — and you really tried to be honest — you usually had no clue who or what he was talking about.

August had a tendency to ramble or get derailed mid topic, switching up out of the blue. It made conversations fun, and listening to him was better than anything else you could indulge in at HQ.

He plopped backward into his chair, hand aimlessly searching for the little plate of apple-pie you’d made for him as he looked you over with the eyes of an artist. Both the creator and the admirer respectively.

You looked in the mirror, gosh you’d never felt as pretty as you did when he was draping you. He really had a way with fabric. Of course that was no surprise, damn, are all your thoughts so gushy today?

It was no wonder what the inspiration was behind these overalls, they were clearly meant to match his and the sweater he had made for you just last week. It hung and hugged and swayed and sat in the most comfortable and sweet way. He really liked the idea of you and him matching outfits with your respective themes, that felt awful cute.

He chewed for a second, “somethings missing.” He stated as fact when he stood back up, coming to hover behind you, his eyes looking at you through the mirror.

So far it was following the mock-up perfectly, fitting you all comfy and snug. The colors were absolutely delicious too, complimenting your undertones and preferred buttery color-pallet and the last bite of pie on your plate.

“Missing?” You parroted, turning to check it over from other angles, “everything looks like its here, you followed the pattern and all,” you looked up at him in the reflection.

His brows were furrowed, “hm, no, no it’s not you enough. Theres not enough of my muse in my creation. But what could I-..” he circled you like a cat checking out a new scratching post. He had just claimed you in a casual sentence. Maybe im overthinking it but theword ‘my’ is a big hinter.

Please just let him like you back.

He stopped on your left, staring down at the spot where the pocket was going to be sewn in on your thigh. Your face felt like a furnace, only getting warmer and warmer the more attention he gave you.

He immediately dropped to his knees, grabbing you by your hip and steading you as he pulled some needles out of- hello? Red fabric? Scissors?

You shouldn’t be surprised by his seamstress spell casting anymore, but you were shocked at the collection he seemingly summoned nonetheless.

He didn’t even measure before cutting the red fabric, holding the patch up to your leg, then making adjustments with the scissors as needed, before he began pinning the fabric over that spot.

In the mirror, the way he was holding you still, you couldn’t see what exactly he was doing, only the cherry red blush on your face and his hand on your upper leg to keep you in place while he pinned and adjusted and pinned again.

His hand felt warm, big and firm but not harsh, he wasn’t keeping you from moving, he was grounding you while he worked, pins in his mouth and pink eyes fixated on his craft.

He was so painfully pretty, you had to keep yourself from flinching lest he think he’d poked you with his pins.

You finished off your slice of pie in an attempt to distract yourself, but he was being so strangely quiet, he was so locked in on you that you couldn’t help the stutter in your heart.

You look so awkward, holding your breath all red-faced with your empty plate, it was kinda killing you before Augusts hand left your hip, holding it out expectantly before taking the dish and putting it aside for you wordlessly.

Oh don’t swoon. Don’t you dare.

So what if you were one of the only people he did ‘silent favors’ for?

Helping with the oven, moving things for you, making you clothes.

Little things got to you the most, little things like his hand coming back to your hip like it was a resting place.

For whatever reason you felt bold, just this once. Well just bold enough for your hand to shakily outstretch and rest in his long, silky, perfect blonde hair. Wow. What a crazy move, man. You’re such a crackhead omg.

A shiver ran straight up your spine, making him look up at you with those pretty pink eyes, “did I getcha?” He asked.

Fuck, did this look like you were trying to stop him?? That was like the opposite of what you wanted.

Oh my god you were locked in place, you couldn’t pull your hand away if you wanted to (which you really didn’t). So now you had to use your words like a grown-up.

“N-no.” You whispered, god this was terrible, “I uh, just wanted to touch you,” you breathlessly admitted, no air left in your lungs at this point. You were such a dork, acting like you’d just run a fucking marathon because you’d put your hand on his head.

It wasn’t even the first time youd ever touched August Stilza, but for whatever reason it felt like the first time that counted. To you, at least.

And there it was, that shit eating grin spreading across his face, “touch me, eh? Do whatcha want, Sweetheart,” he cooed with a laugh that turned you cherry red from tip to toe. Was he mocking you? God damnit, you knew this would happen, you tensed for more but

His hand on your hip tugged you just a little closer with a small yelp as he stared up at you, “though I am liable to return the favor.”

Is this flirting?

This has to be flirting.

Should you confess now?

Would that make it awkward?

Fuck why cant he just do it for you.

So now you’re just starting at him, mouth agape like you’re trying to say something but your stupid monkey brain is at like 1000 ping due to his proximity.

His hand slide up just a little to hold you by the waist as he looked up at you at your feet, all pretty like.

“Go ahead, you can do it,” he encouraged.

See even he can see through you, you’re that fucking obvious.

Well shit, he already knew you were crushing on him big time. Whats the point of keeping it a ‘secret’ now.

“I love you.” You didn’t hesitate, the words tumbling out of you like a fawn taking its first steps. Shaky and unsure.

His eyes widened at the wording.

Maybe ‘love’ was too strong.

Was it?

You thought August loved passion-

He stood up now, he was tall and lanky as opposed to your stalky-er build. The man was truly a walking stick under all those clothes. You love it, you know you do.

He looked down at you with a smile so wide it might break his face, “you didnt put nothing in that pie, did ya, Sweetheart? You’re feeling so brave today,” he commented, hand still holding you by the waist.

You didn’t put anything in that pie, but you did feel a little tipsy off of all this affection and attention he was paying you.

Well you were, now you just felt like a little kid being bullied at the playground, all jello in the knees as he looked down at you.

“Listen, Sweets, ain’t gotta be bashful with me, huh? You know I love you,” he chuckled, one hand taking yours to twirl you like he always did before pulling you back against him.

Verbal confirmation! Yes! We love verbal confirmation!!

You realized now you could see the spot he was working on if you looked in the reflection. On your hip was a giant strawberry gingham heart that made work as a huge pocket.

You giggled at the sight, how cheesy was that. A heart? A red heart at that?

“Hey, hey, dont judge.” He smiled, his gloved fingers snaking between yours, “I figured, y’know, Sweethearts like yourself tend to wear their hearts on their sleeve, yeah?”

Yeah, that made sense, but why the hip-

“Why the hip?” Yeah, okay cool, just say that out-loud too I guess. Whatever I’m just the narrator.

“Well one, the sweaters already done. Two, being a classic Sweetie doesn’t mean youre like the rest of them, babe.” He shrugged.

“You said that like you had a third point,” you pointed out with a cheesy smile. God this was so romcom.

“Three, you just have such nice legs-“

You cant help but let out that laugh he loves so much,

“Hey! Hey! I said don’t judge! C’mon!” He tried to defend himself but he’s laughing just as hard as he dips you.

God this is like a cult classic. The two of you are so cute like this.

“Anyway, cats out of the bag now, Sweetness, so are you gonna be mine or what?” He asked, his long blonde hair falling around your faces like a curtain that separated the both of you from the world.

You’d never been one for words, and you were already love-drunk and bold, so to respond instead you took his face in your palms and pulled him to you.

You kissed him soft, and he returned it with just as much energy as an electric fence.

And who are you to deny a man — your man — such a treat?

You both tasted like apple-pie and when you (unfortunately) had to pull away and met eyes again, you felt like everything in the world was right just this once.

𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; oh em gee you guys are together now thats so cute. Again, lmk how we feel about my snarky ass intruding on your fluff, sometimes i just cant help myself. Anyway im not gonna continue this specific plot line but youre in so much luck bc i have like so many august requests I’ll be working on now anyway :). OKAY MUCH LOVES SWEETHEARTS MWAH MWAH.

xxxx,

- 𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁

MY WOMAN !!! (rubbing hands together like a greedy, evil fly)

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: shadow woman takes a lover

౨ৎ Cthoni Headcanons゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; inarticulation rio romeo

𝐟𝐭 ; cthoni andor

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; good old fashioned headcanons of our stunning Cthoni

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; fem!reader (yes this is wlw) swearing, maybe ooc

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; since we don’t know very much about about Cthoni as of current, these will be guesstimated based on what we have now. Also theres like ZERO content of her, what the hell guys step it up.

Cthoni was never much for words. So when she started taking interest in you, some random civilian with all the boldness of a freshly-trimmed poodle and smarts of a live-wire, she had no clue how to efficiently court you.

She started off with an approach that was the least likely to scare you off, ‘secret-admirer’ became her new shtick when she would leave things around for you.

Shed quickly learn your favorite color, treat, destination, movie, and the more she learned the harder she fell.

Cthoni was nothing short of giddy to find out you weren’t straight. It was her ‘this is my chance’ moment.

When Cthoni finally approaches you face to face, you’re clearly a little shocked.

Being 4’11 and stacked usually isn’t the stereotype for lesbians, but when you happily asked her on a real date she was completely and utterly bashful.

When you get together its like a switch flips inside of her, while Zodyls command is still one of her top priorities, you might just trump him when things get tense.

Per her request, you’re 100% safe from any raider attacks, even Jabber enthusiastically works as a guard dog for you when Cthoni is busy.

While not being a raider yourself, they take you in like some sort of fucked up, misshapen family, in Cthoni’s name.

She couldn’t care less if they liked you, but it was definitely a bonus that you were allowed on base.

Cthoni definitely takes the lead in situations, a calm but steady force. Holding your hand to lead you places, making reservations, doing research, even carrying your bags.

Your relationship is very much black cat and orange cat, Cthoni lets you handle social situations, making sure things stayed in check, and when they elevated she was quick to get you both out.

Cthoni acts as a temporary mother to Jabber, like a heat lamp for chicks. She makes sure he stays fed and doesnt kill himself on poisons and he clings to her. So when she brings you out for the first time you become, by proxy, momma #2. And boy do you have your hands.

At night she holds you close, wrapped around you like a koala. She was a lot smaller than you, and loved being enveloped in your warmth at night.

Cthoni is very touchy, shes always touching you in one way or another. Holding your hand, hugging your waist, leaning on you, keeping her hands in your pocket. She just loves having you so close, a constant reminder that she has you.

When shes not on a mission she is perfectly content in your lap like a fat house-cat. She doesn’t expect you to carry her jinki, but you’ll let it rest by your legs while you cradle her close so she knows it’s close by and safe.

Cthoni is incredibly protective of you, not in the snarling, hissing, throwing hands way, but in that she will remove you from any situation faster than you can call her name, replacing you with Jabber as a form of punishment to whoever dared to step to her partner. (And as a form of enrichment for Jabber.)

She isn’t talkative, but she’ll whisper things for only you to hear, “you’re perfect,” “so soft, so beautiful,” “I love you so much, Angel,” the little praises and statements that made your heart flip.

She is never afraid to claim you, not that it would ever be confused with her attached to your hip, “whatever you want love,” “yes, lover?” Casual in her statements but the possessive nature rings true.

And god forbid someone try to flirt with you, next thing they know they’re somewhere in a no-mans-land falling out of a glowing portal, the last thing they see before being eaten by a trash beast is a gloved middle-finger poking through the vortex.

𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; my woman oh im so in love. This was a bit self indulgent as i wrote this like super fast so if its bad boo boo garbage then feel free to throw tomatoes and I can try again later once the sickness has left my body. OKAY THANK YOU FOR YOU REQUESTS SWEETHEARTS I LOVE YOU MUCH TEEHEE

xxxx,

- 𝒫𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓁

Straightening Augusts hair with your steamer? How cute!

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: curly girl

౨ৎ august quick-fic ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; puppy princess hot freaks

𝐟𝐭 ; august stilza

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; he hadnt let anyone play with his hair in ages, but considering your credentials, he figured you seemed the most qualified. Those qualifications being your cute fluffy curls.

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; fem!reader, curly girl, fluff, august is a flirt, swearing

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; as a CURLY GIRL myself i was absolutely giddy to write this. I love August, i love his hair, i love MY hair, AHHHHH.

He was more than content sitting here in front of you on the floor, his back against the sofa and your legs over his shoulders while your steamer combed through his long hair.

It took all of him not to squeeze your thighs, holding your legs like backpack straps, pretending he was a happy toddler on his way to the first day of kindergarten.

“Your hair is so pretty,” you mumbled for the trillionth time, picking up another rope of blonde to steam.

Yes, his hair was pin straight.

No, he didn’t know why you’d put in all these fancy oils and whatnot.

No, he didn’t let that stop him from bathing in the attention.

When you beckoned him over, opening the new hair-care stuff you’d bought, he was more than happy to join you.

And when you told him to have a seat?

Who was he to say no to the pretty lady?

His head was leaned back against your inner thighs, hair splayed around you like an octopus, golden tentacles wrapping around you as you sectioned the steamed from the rest.

And your fingers combing through his hair, gently scratching his scalp with your nails, he was completely limp and pliant under you.

He wished you were under him sometimes, purring for him.

But he’d take this too.

“This is probably the longest youve ever been quiet around me, yknow,” you giggled, combing through another unsteamed section of his hair.

“Oh shit, i forgot i had a mouth,” he mumbled in response, turning his head, his hand wrapped around your thigh so he could press his face into the plump flesh just before the hem of your shorts.

He pressed a small kiss to your delicious skin, “I damn near forgot this wasnt a dream, mama, I could die happy right here,” his words danced over your skin with his face buried against you.

You leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, “you’re a shameless flirt, Auggie,” you smile.

Just because you weren’t technically together didn’t mean you wouldn’t indulge in his flirty behavior.

He laughed big like always, “you love it, baby, and how can I resist playing with a cute thing like you?” He pressed more quick kisses to your thigh before you could get him to sit still again.

He faced forward like a nice dolly, big shit-eating grin on his face, “Love when you pay all this attention to me, Ma, makes me feel all special,” he let you continue working on his hair with small purrs of satisfaction.

It was evil, the way he likes to taunt you, make you feel all sorts of ways, especially when he was between your thighs.

This was supposed to be innocent enough, just playin with his hair, but now he was playin with you

But you love it.

Especially considering NOBODY was allowed to play with his flawless hair. Nobody but his family, of course.

Well arent you special.

When you deemed him done and dropped your legs from his shoulders he flinched like he was shot. He visibly recoiled, looking back at you like you were actively trying to get away from him.

“Where are you running to, Baby? Come back,” he whined, now crawling from the floor between your legs, essentially pinning you to the couch.

“Auggie-“ you tried to protest before he barrel rolled, flipping the both of you so you were laying on his chest now between his legs.

He smiled at you when you looked up at him, his hands immediately going into your hair.

He was hesitant and gentle, he knew playing too much would make you get all frizzy. His long nobble fingers slipping between each curl, pulling and letting it bounce back like a spring.

But when you leaned in, pushed her head to his palm like a cat in need of pets, that concern flew out the window. His fingers now stroked your perfect hair, nails scratching your scalp just right.

The sensation was angelic, his fingers dancing against your scalp, twisting in locks of your hair, delicate but more noticeable.

You couldnt help the satisfied sighs and quiet purrs you let out, your face against his chest and eyes closed blissfully.

You looked so cute like this, all compliant and soft for him. He could just eat you up. He would too, if given the chance.

He couldnt stop himself from leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

Now that caught your attention.

Your eyes shot open to seek his, looking down at you with a small cocky smile.

“Couldnt help myself, babe, youre just too cu-“

Before he could finish his tease your lips crashed against his, seeking to either shut him up or get payback for his taunts.

Your lips were so very soft against his, but all the passion of a woman starved followed like a punch.

He took a nanosecond to register before chasing your mouth for more.

Instant need flooded him, his fingers in your hair tightening slightly before immediately softening their grip.

He’d do anything before he damaged your beautiful hair.

When you pulled away to breathe you both just looked at each other for a few heartbeats. Lost in the cat-and-mouse of it.

“Thats what you get for toying with me earlier,” you smiled. Payback so sweet you craved more.

He chuckled, pushing his shades up into his amazing hair, his pink eyes pouring into yours.

“Remind me to do that more often then,”

“Oh you-“

And you were back in yet another fierce kiss.

Long story short, your hair was a bush of pure frizz by bedtime.

𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; MY DRAFT SURVIVED !!! HUZZAH AND REJOICE!!! Oh my god ive been fighting DEMONS to get this out yall but dont ever doubt me.

THERE ARE SO MANY REQUESTS I NEED TO FILL AND I WILL PLEASE GIVE ME TIME LMAO

Okay sorry I LOVE YOU SWEETHEARTS MWAH MWAH

ANYWAYS can I pls request a fu x reader where fu and reader were alr dating before he joined the cleaners?

Like, reader is a support character, right? And maybe a year before RUDO dropped down they wandered off from their group and ended up bumping into fu fulfilling zodyls orders or something

they didn’t fight (mostly because it wasn’t part of his task, ANS reader has no jinki so they can’t fight anyways) and reader just ends up running away (but didn’t tell anyone she bumped into a raider)

after that, they kept coincidentally bumping into eachother until they became friends and eventually started dating

Now back to present time (before the doll festival) and the raiders left fu behind and he’s currently working with the cleaners on trial, right? Except they’re terrible at hiding the fsct they’re dating

they basically gravitate towards eachother, super blushy and awkward and reader is trying really hard not to give fu affection in public

they hide the fsct they’re dating because reader is afraid to get in trouble for dating a raider, but people are really confused as to why reader and fu are so blushy around eachother

anyways, so they’re in readers room ANS reader is giving fu lots of kisses and affection because she’s been holding it back all day, and someone walks in and finds them (it could be Zanka, RUDO, ENJIN, idc who) and after explaining everything the person promises to keep it a secret and they get to keep their secret relationship a secret (I imagine if it was ENJIN he’d hint at it lots to tease reader)

YES YES YES! I HAVE YOU. I HAVE GOT YOU. YOU ARE HAD.

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮: fu for thought.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; be my baby the ronettes

𝐟𝐭 ; fu oroster

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; some people call it cuteness aggression, you call it unwinding, fu calls it a blessing from whatever diety is watching over him. The unfortunate part, you have to keep it a secret.

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; fem!reader, star crossed lovers, swearing, holy yap.

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; i love my sweet baby fu oh hes so HAHSBSB im gonna put him in a meat grinder and drink him like a smoothie :)

At this point you would consider water torture more humane.

There he was, fu, your boyfriend, looking so fucking cute in the backseat of the jeep, sitting right beside you, half-asleep due to the way Gris drives. Eyes closing, snapping open, and then closing again over every curve.

You couldnt sleep, you felt like all your nerve endings were on fire as you stared at him, like hardcore stared at him. Eyes fixated enough that they might become lasers and burn straight through his adorable face.

His fluffy hair was puffed and he was tucked into his jacket, curled up like a kitten, practically purring as his head bobbed in and out of consciousness.

You wanted to pull him against you, run your fingers over him, kiss his perfect forehead, lull him to sleep. You wanted to mumble nothings to him as he succumbed to the peacefulness of the car-ride in your arms, snuggled safe n’ sound.

But no. You werent allowed to be snuggly and affectionate with him. Why? Because of the Cleaners were supposed to know about you and fu, or how youd been dating for almost a year now.

Meaning youd started dating when he was still a Raider.

And you were a supporter…

Okay, okay, I know this sounds bad but this wasnt some big cinematic betrayal to the Cleaners, alright?

It was more like a Romeo and Juliet.

Kinda.

You met fu the first time after wandering away from team akuta, attempting to find a piece of trash that exploded off of a trash beast ‘real fast’.

You really didn’t expect to see a boy out here, a boy digging through the piles of junk with a little fox doll in his hand, talking to it.

His eyes snapped up, and you recognized one anothers uniforms immediately. A cleaner (though a supporter) and a raider.

You also recognized him holding the piece of scrap you were looking for. What misfortunate luck for you.

“Uhm… hey.” You didnt move any closer, but your eyes bounced between the junk and his own fearful gaze. If something were to go down you considered yourself pre-fucked.

He waved in return with his little fox toy, “uh…. Hello?”

Well this was awkward.

“You mind, uh, tossing me that junk, there?” You asked. You were just a supporter, unarmed against a gifter, but that didn’t mean you’d lost that spunk that made you immune to shyness.

Besides he looked like the opposite of hostile, he was all cute and flustered. He was like a dopey little kitten.

He obliged, all blushing and giddy, that was awful cute.. you wanted to stick around and see if you could get more of that cuteness from him, but unfortunately you had to run.

You didnt want to get in trouble for hanging out with a raider, after all.

Besides, Zanka expects ‘real fast’ to be ‘real fast’ before he marches out to find your ass.

Well as it happened, over the next few months you just kept running into this adorable fella, and having little meet-cutes like this definitely didnt help the crush blooming inside you.

You just couldn’t help yourself, he was so charming and soft, you were enchanted.

One night, you were off the clock, out of your uniform and walking into a little ramen shop because you’d be damned if you ate vending machine Twinkie’s for another nights meal.

What do ya know it, there he was. That Raider boy in a big indigo hoodie, his little fox on the table beside him as he indulged in some noodles, mumbling to the jinki as he ate. He did that a lot, you noticed. It was sweet.

Well, youd never been the shy type.

So you marched over, chest puffed like a bird on its way to impress a mate. Tonight you considering yourself at least decently dressed, no pajamas or slippers but actual clothes, and sat across from him.

He nearly spat out his noodles when he looked up from his jinki and saw you of all people.

“Listen,” you werent gonna give him a chance to flee before you got a statement in. He snapped to attention immediately, eyes locked on yours and you weren’t letting him go. Not when you had an opportunity like this.

“Youre so cute, like so super cute, I like it. You like me too, and it cant be a coincidence that you and I keep bumping into each other all the time on the field. So spill, are you following me?” You ask, you tried to sound stern, but your heart was melted like butter at the way he sunk into himself like a puppy.

He gulped, heart racing faster than an F1. He wasnt even sure how to answer, “uhm.. a little, yeah.. but- but i didnt plan this- i didnt know youd be here tonight,” he sheepishly explained, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

You nodded, “well, if we’re gonna keep meeting up it might as well be on purpose, so ask me out already.” You sounded bossy, well you were bossy, but it was mostly you trying to keep yourself from grabbing him and patting him like a dog.

He gulped but nodded quickly, “uhm, well this could be a date.. i wasnt given any ordered tonight- well, till just now I guess… I- I can pay for your food and walk you home after…” he scrambled.

AGH HE WAS SO FUCKING CUTE!

You smiled, “that works, alright, so, tell me about yourself, we can go tic-for-tac,” you leaned against the table, head in palm as you listened to his stutter and stumble. You looked lovestruck, and he was blushing redder than Riyos hair.

Youre brought back to the present when the jeep parks, everyone suddenly wakes up like mummies from their tombs, clambering out of the vehicle.

Fu helps you out, he was always as chivalrous as possible with you, something people were always quick to point out.

“Little guy has a crush on you,” “I think he’s got the hots for ya,” “that raider boy wants you bad, girl.”

Well at least you could mostly keep yourself from being all blushy and cute around him.

You disguised that cuteness aggression as regular aggression. Always mumbling threats,

“I wanna pound him into purée and bake him into a pie,” yes, that was meant to be affectionate. “Dont let me grt my hands on him,” did they not catch that wistful tone or was it just not there?

Not to mention the way your eyes were always laser focused on him, that your team assumed to be pure, unbridled hatred.

Oh how wrong they were.

Once everyone was inside, all still numb and sleepy to pay attention to anything, you saw your opportunity to snake your fingers between fu’s to lead him to your room.

He trailed you like a lost puppy, like always, and the second you closed the door you threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing a thousand kisses to his face.

He giggles at the tsunami of affection, his hands shakily resting on your waist as he tumbled back to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Missed you I missed you oh baby I missed you, i love you my sweet baby,” you chanted like a mantra as you curled up against him, hugging him and kissing all over his eyes and nose and cheeks and mouth.

He would catch your lips when possible in quick pecks, returning the favor, basking in your swarth of love youve been bottling up all day.

“Youve been so cute all day, Fu, its so torturous,” you complain, one of his hands taking yours so softly.

“Im sorry, I wasnt trying to torment you, Angel,” he stuttered, his heart racing. He should be used to this, but hed never get used to drowning in your love.

You hear your name and immediately after your door is open.

Aw shit.

You repeal off of Fu like a same charge magnet, throwing yourself to the ground in your scurry.

“Enjin!” You scream, Fu is immediately beside you to help you up, looking more terrified than ever about you literally jumping out of his arms.

Enjin is slack-jawed in the doorway, “no. fucking. shot.”

“Its- go away!”

“Were you, big n’ bad, being all lovey-dovey with the try-out??” Hes clearly mocking you, Fu was utterly humiliated, red in the face and powering down.

Enjin already knew he wasnt gonna get an answer from you by the look on your face, so he turned to Fu. How utterly veil of him.

“What is this? Are you two together?” He asked, how evil! He knew Fu was an open book, he couldnt keep a secret for his life.

Fu blushed hard, he couldn’t suppress the little smile that overtook him, “our anniversary is next Sunday,” he mumbled happily. Wow, way to read the room, Sweetheart.

“Fu! You’re not supposed-!” You literally couldn’t be mad at him, that sweet face, the way he was so happy about your approaching anniversary, your lipstick marks all over his face, Enjin on the other-hand.

He was doubled over in the doorway, holding his stomach as he wailed and cried in laughter. You’d have thought he was watching one of those videos of cats being jump-sacred by produce.

“A year? No shit! So you were together all this time, even when he was a raider?” Oh so he found this funny, did he? Or was it that he was mocking you, that he was gonna report you for going against conduct?

“He was never a real Raider, sorry baby, he was never evil like those freaks. He was just lonely!” You’d defend your lover tooth and nail. You stood up, Fu following, his hands hovering near you just in case.

“Yeah yeah we know, ‘heart of pure bullion gold’ or some shit,” he wiped a tear, still laughing, “I just never thought you of all people would end up with a guy like that!”

Like what? Perfect? Sweet? Honest? Sincere? Affectionate? Loyal???

“You cant tell anyone! I don’t want them to think i was being a snitch all this time!” You demand, stomping your foot like an angry rabbit. You weren’t being a snitch, and you only met with him off the clock, never discussing anything about work beyond ‘it sucked.’

“We know you’re not a mole, kid, and I know he’s just some follower, not a freak like that ring dude. Relax. I wont tell nobody bout you’re secret romance,” he was STILL wheezing about the situation while you were holding back every instinct to tear out his vocal cords.

“Okay. Cool. Thanks. Now- please.. leave? I was trying to let out all my bottled up emotions.” You begin shooing him out the door.

“Wha- oh my fucking god was all that glaring and growling just morherfucking cuteness aggression? You’ve gone soft, kid!”

“I said get out of my room!” When you finally managed to get him out and lock the door you felt your shoulders drop with a sigh.

But that relief was short lived before you pounced onto fu with all the love you had been storing up.

You know hes loves it.

And he really really does.

𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; i love fu so much dawg when i see him i literally feel like one of those dogs that like chew on their owners because they love the so much uhm i kept getting fu requests and i was like ‘didnt i JUST post a fu yesterday?’but OOPS no its be rotting here in my drafts completely finished lol

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡: a merry junkmas

౨ৎ rudo quickfic ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; white winter hymnal fleet foxes

𝐟𝐭 ; rudo surebrec

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐞 ; rudo’s first holiday on the ground, and all he wants is to give you the best gift. Trouble is, its nothing like your wishlist.

𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ; gn!reader, rudo is so kitty, tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, christmas fluff, warm fluffy feelings

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐬'𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; days two of my 12-days count down, hey guys look im actually doing it. Im doing the thing. Tell me how proud you are..

The first time Rudo heard the word *Christmas*, he thought it sounded like a brand of junk — some old-world relic people kept for sentimental reasons.

Honestly, he wasn’t far off.

But you… you were downright beaming when you mentioned it, already digging out your ugliest, frumpiest sweaters

“It’s a holiday!” you explained, kicking the door to your closer open a little wider to slide out the hefty box.

“So?”

“‘So’?! A holiday is special, its about spending time with loved ones, and eating food, and giving gifts.”

He crouched by the box and poked at a glitter-covered ornament sweater like it might detonate on contact. It didn’t. It just shimmered, catching the light in a way that made his eyes widen with intrigue.

“…People on the ground really have strange traditions,” he muttered, but there was something softer under the words. Something that sounded like wonder.

“And the tree?” He would ask, standing back up to gesture to the freshly unboxed synthetic tree in the corner of your room.

“It’s tradition.”

“It’s weird.”

“You’re weird. Help me move it.”

He grumbled, but he helped, lifting the entire tree with one arm like it weighed nothing. You didn’t comment, because you’d learned that sometimes he puffed up like a cat when praised, and sometimes he melted. It was unpredictable. Fun, though.

Once the tree stood upright, a little crooked but still cute. you handed him a string of lights.

“Untangle these.”

“Why?”

“So we can wrap the tree in them.”

“…You’re making it weirder.”

But he sat cross-legged and attacked the knot like he was dismantling a strand of plastic rings trapping a piece of cool trash. Twenty minutes later, victory.

“Nice!” you said.

Rudo blinked, flustered, ears going a little pink.

“It was just wires. Don’t make a big deal.”

“Put this wherever you think it looks good,” you told him, passing him a star ornament.

Mistake.

He took the instruction at face value.

You found the star clipped to one of his belt loops.

“What?” he demanded. “You said wherever.”

“Rudo. On the tree.”

“Then say that.”

“But you looked so confident about it—”

He turned away dramatically. “Shut up.”

Eventually he got the hang of it. And honestly? He had an eye for balance. Even if he did put every vaguely dangerous-looking ornament in one section like a little shrine to sharp, sparkly chaos.

When the tree was finally finished, you plugged in the lights.

A warm glow filled the room.

Rudo froze.

Not in fear—but in that quiet, reverent way he sometimes got when he saw something that didn’t exist in the Pit.

“…It’s bright,” he said softly.

“Yeah.”

“It feels… warm.”

You smiled. “That’s the point”

Later that night, when you had stepped out to make dinner, Rudo rummaged through the remaining decoration box, pulling out scraps of ribbon and tissue paper. You returned to find him hunched over the table, cursing under his breath as the tape stuck to his gloves.

“…What are you doing?” you asked gently.

He jolted and immediately tried to hide the box behind him.

“You weren’t supposed to see it yet!”

“See what?”

“Nothing! Shut up! It’s for later!”

But you could see a crudely wrapped, lumpy little package-paper torn at the corners, bow crooked, but clearly made with effort bordering on battlefield determination.

Your heart squeezed.

When nighttime came, you curled up together under a blanket, tree lights glowing like fireflies. Rudo thrust the gift at you abruptly.

“Take it.”

You opened it carefully.

Inside was a small trinket he’d made from discarded metal pieces—shaped into a clumsy but charming snowflake. In the center sat a tiny gem you recognized from one of his dismantled weapons. Your breath caught.

“It’s beautiful, Rudo.”

He shifted, embarrassed. “It’s just junk.”

“It’s perfect.”

“…I wanted you to have something. Since you like this holiday stuff.”

He looked away, but his voice softened.

“And… ’cause you gave me a place to belong. Down here.”

You leaned your forehead against his.

“Merry Christmas, Rudo.”

He huffed, pretending not to smile.

“…Yeah. Merry Christmas.”

𝐓𝐚𝐛 ; just on time, i was half focused and re-read like once so HA I DID THE SECOND DAY SUCK IT HATERS (love you) OKAY ENJOY SWEETHEARTS

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I write, I read, I make little treats for whichever fandom im currently eating up !!

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I was gonna revamp my opener menu sometime this week for the season so YES! OF COURSE!! PLEASE DO, IN FACT!!

I was wondering if anyone would be in for a 12-days count down?