#follo x reader

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A jumble of limbs and bodies on the rec room's couch isn't the image that comes up when people think of coordination, but Follo assures that you knew exactly what you were doing.

He huffs, pouting as his arm scrambles to land anywhere near your body, for your foot on his abdomen obstructed his goals. Despite his time being a Cleaner, fighting alongside Givers to disarm Trash Beasts and being much stronger than the average Groundling, his attempts to land a meaningful blow remained fruitless.

Your laughter fills the room as you swat his hand away, conveniently dashing his hopes of triumphing through sheer strength in a fell swoop.

He lifts himself from you for analysis, sitting backward against one of the armrests of the couch. He squints—you're no Trash Beast, but you are human. There has to be a pattern to your attacks somewhere...!

Follo lunges from his knees, planning to wield the element of surprise as he aims for your waist. His arms already launch to protect your head from the blunt force of the arm rest, and he's already hovering above you. Your arm already stretches out, grasping at his shoulder to pull him down. At the same time, Follo tries to leverage his surprisingly gentle hold on your head to pour all the strength in his arm to corner you against the backing of the couch.

Unfortunately, he feels the all too familiar foot on his stomach.

His first instinct was to start begging, "Please, let me have this!" but it remained caught in his throat. No, his stubbornness must overpower yours. His pride was on the line.

He hears a muffled snicker that as he looks up, snuck past the fingers covering your mouth. Even if he couldn't hear it, your eyes said it all as they creased at the outer corners, failing to hide your smile. The gap in your defense couldn't help but make him mirror your grin, in spite of the poorly disguised taunt.

And dammit, he fell for it.

However, his naïveté regarding overpowering your endearing self only through sheer willpower actually led to a break through for this particular swing of his arm. He thought it was another one of his futile attempts since his fingers only barely brushed against your torso. Strangely enough, you shriveled up—your torso bent and your thigh shot up to protect from future attacks. You even went as far as to physically turn away from him, leaving the other side of your torso open.

"Oh?" His smile spread a bit more sinisterly, just barely brushing his fingers against the side of your stomach again before you reacted the same way.

There was no mercy left within Follo as he advanced on both sides, tickling you to oblivion as you kicked your feet against the couch, both your and his laughter echoing from the walls of the rec room as if the two of you were the only people in the world.

"Gah—Follo!" You screamed, trying to regain the upper hand you had by pushing at his legs with yous, but to no avail.

"Yeah?" He replied casually, more focused on winning rather than listening to your cries. This was it: his first victory. All he had to do was wear down your hope from escaping his tickles until—wait, what were you—

He was in for an absolute shocker as you managed to grab at his face out of nowhere, like if you threw a slice of cheese at his forehead all of a sudden. Taking advantage of his system resetting, you escaped from the gap away from the couch and under his body, shoving his body against the backing as you stole his position above you, a shadow cast along the length of your body and by extension, on to him.

Terrifying.

At the same time, it was really, really hard not to burst into a fit of laughter from all angles of the situation once the two of you managed to gather your bearings. The sight was the same whether looking through the eyes of you, Follo, or the random Cleaner who was probably passing through, as you managed to trap him by spreading your limbs like a web on the top of the couch and at the seating cushioned part.

His chest rose and fell with a deep gap in between as his golden gaze stared into yours. A few seconds pass, and a small chuckle escapes from his lips.

He wasn't sure how he thought the outcome would come out any differently this time.

Imagine Follo suddendly just give you his lunch to your plate. You almost jumped confused with how suddendly this was, it's not like you two never shared food before, but like a candy or something like that. Never saw him doing this with this serious face.

It's pretty obvious how everyone is so skinny, not well feed and unhealthy — He's used to see that everyday, but see you with such small portion of food in your plate? Just the thought of you getting less food because it was running out and it was all you could get made him feel a sense of protectiveness that he just walked fast directly towards you. He don't mind sharing his food with you, he's used to be the supporter, helping people, he wants to make sure you eat better than this. What If you collapse on a mission from hunger?

Follo usually have such a sad self-esteem, but now all he felt was that he's the strong and can do his job on missions without eating a full meal. But not you. Also, the feeling of poverty and not being able to give you so much more that he wanted to, it's uncomfortable.

all you do is press the tip and he's humping into your open palm, letting out a drawn out whine and trembling as he forces his hips as still as possible when you threaten to pull your hand away again.

This is the most beautiful piece of art iv'e seen in my entire life, the words are put together so well. Tears formed in my eyes, and rolled down my thighs. (BARS) I might start writing just to write with this.

— Tipsy

౨ৎ𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: It was Rudo's "Welcome to The Ground" party. Yet, it was also Follo's first time drinking booze with his peers, and well, with you.

౨ৎ𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Follo x Fem! Reader

౨ৎ𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Tiny wee suggestive, Making out, Drinking, Drunk! Follo, First time drinking, Might be ooc

‼️PROOFREAD, EXCEPT I DID NOT TAKE IT SRSLY ‼️

౨ৎ𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1035 words

✧𝙼.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

It was evening, you were invited to a party, a welcome party to be specific. The Cleaners HQ gained themselves a new member, also a giver. A Spherite, who fell down from the skies, crossed the border alive and well.

As you were sitting in a table with your colleagues, Follo marched towards your table with a handful of booze. Five bottles to be exact. The supporters table cheered as the alcohol was served.

Each one grabbed a shot glass, you grabbed one for Follo and yourself too. Follo sat down beside you, sliding your extra glass to him.

"It's your first time drinking right?" You asked, tilting your head to the boy.

"Mhm," He nodded. Nervously fidgeting his shot glass on the table, it was actually Follo's first time drinking alcohol, it's pretty normal for him to go out and see his peers or colleagues drink and get drunk; though he actually never tried all this yet after Tomme and Gris convinced him to on his 19th birthday.

"..I'm kinda nervous on drinking." He added.

"And whys that?"

"What if I lost control with myself and babble out random words without realizing. Maybe even do something embarrassing." Follo's cheeks turned slightly pink, he looked at you directly with his pleading puppy eyes.

"And I don't know how to drink alcohol." You let out a chuckle with his words.

"Oh it'll be easy don't worry about it," Your hand reached out to an open bottle, pouring your glass then Follo's. "I will teach you how to!" You smiled before taking the first shot.

Follo watched you as you swallow making it look easy for a beginner. He then looks at his shot glass, raised his glass to lips then he gulped the whole thing.

You laughed as he coughed after swallowing the whole thing, his brows knit placing a hand on his face hiding from the embarrassing moment. Your laughter died down after a few more seconds calming yourself down before reassuring your partner.

"You really should take it slow first since it's your first." Patting his side. "Up for round two?"

Time passed and more bottles of beer keep adding up, most of your colleagues already passed out or drunk, whilst you and Follo were the only ones still standing strong—except with Follo's flushed face, it only took him 8 glasses for him to get drunk while you are on your 10th glass and still going strong.

Gris eventually showed up behind you two.

"Guess I missed out a lot," he sighs, Gris moved his attention to you and Follo who was drunk, head resting on the table eyes half-lidded.

"Ah, he finally drinks. How'd you convince him to?"

"Well I taught him how to. I wish you were here earlier Gris, he's surprisingly fast at learning things." You replied proudly.

"I think you should return him to his room now, let the boy rest." Gris said as he ruffled Follo's head.

"On it!"

—

You carried Follo around your shoulders towards his room. As you two went into his room, you placed Follo down on his bed leaving a kiss on his forehead before leaving him.

But before heading out, he grabbed your wrist firmly.

"Don't go.." He sat up, pleading for you to stay. But you can't help but stay with him; I mean who doesn't.

You sat on the mattress beside him, hand still on your wrist. Follo's face wasn't that flushed now, but his cheeks were still this delicate pink tint on his cheeks.

"Please stay with me here, Y/N." His longing brown eyes made contact with yours. His other hand made its way to your waist pulling you in closer to him, making you sit on his lap.

Follo rested his forehead on the upper part of your chest, nuzzling his face on you acting clingier than he usually was.

"Can you please sleep with me?" He asked voice muffled. You thought it was cute seeing your boyfriend being super clingy to you.

"Sure, I don't mind" you giggled as your fingers ran though his hair. You felt kisses being pecked on your collarbones and his hands traces around your curves.

"Do you want me keep going?" Follo asked with puppy eyes that he knew you wouldn't resist, except you have full control of your sanity unlike someone who is drunk at the moment.

"Follo, sweetheart.. You're drunk, and I thought you wanna— mmph!" Your words were cut off by a kiss, you melted into the kiss despite tasting alcohol on the other's lips which you didn't mind since yours are probably too.

A single kiss turned into a heated make out session, feeling each other's touch and tasting the remains of the alcohol from earlier.

It was addicting.

A string of saliva were connected from both of your swollen lips gasping out for air. Follo's hand slid under your shirt tracing your spine upwards making you shiver from stroking your skin lightly.

You two continued kissing passionately, Follo guided your body to his mattress not breaking a single contact with your soft lips.

He left a soft peck on your lips once more before pulling away, looking at you who was underneath him.

"You'd never leave me for someone else right?" What. The question left you dumbfounded, the silence was quite deafening.

He is now practically sobbing??? Then you realized that he was drunk while pinning you down on his bed, this may not be the first time you see Follo being a complete begging mess to you but woah.

You never knew you needed your boyfriend being drunk and this needy.

"Why would I do that though?" You cupped Follo's face gently stroking his cheekbones as tears trickled down his cheeks, wiping his tears away.

You pulled him into you closer letting him lay down on your body. You played with his hair while you shower him with constant reassurance and sweet praises to him.

"Get some rest now, you're wasted." You murmered, placing soft kisses on his forehead.

The whole night was spent with Follo's wasted sobs and you being sober comforting the poor boy with condesending praises and affection.

ʚଓA/n: This was definitely NOT my best work here im crying, i was writing this during classes for days and well...

Lesson learned: Do not write fanfiction during class🙏🏻

✧𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!

The heavy curtains in your room were completely closed, blocking out the intense midday sunlight. Your head throbbed with a rhythmic, stabbing pain, while the familiar, bothersome cramps of your period spread down your lower back. Every small sound felt like a physical blow.

The door clicked open, painfully slowly. Follo entered the room, moving unusually quietly. He carried a tray with a steaming cup of tea, a bottle of cool water, and a clean, damp cloth. His big eyes scanned the room, softening immediately when he saw you curled up under the covers.

"Hey," he murmured, lowering his voice to a very soft tone so as not to worsen your migraine. "I brought you tea. And some water."

He placed the tray on the nightstand without making a sound. He sat carefully on the edge of the mattress, mindful not to move the bed.

Gently, he placed the cool, damp cloth on your forehead. The relief was instant, making you let out a soft sigh.

"Tough day, huh?" he asked tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His hand felt warm against your skin. "I asked Tomme, and she gave me some tips for cramps, too."

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small hot water bottle he'd managed to find. He carefully slipped it under the blanket, settling it against your belly.

The warmth began to ease the sharp pains almost immediately.

"Don't move," he whispered, leaning down to place a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. "Just close your eyes. I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."