Gris has always enjoyed showing off his strength to everyone, but above anyone else, to you.
your back presses against the cool, solid wall, his arms supporting your thighs as they wrap around his waist. His hard bulge presses firmly against your underwear clad pussy. You sigh in pleasure once he brushes against your clit.
he smiles softly at your reaction, his fingers moving to your panties. “lets get these off, hm?” he kisses you, hands grasping the soft material. You suddenly gasp, an echoing riiiip! filling the room “Gris! that was my favourite pair…”
looking sheepish and not one bit remorseful, he meets your gaze “sorry, baby— ill buy you a new pair, i promise.” he rips the remaining garments off, leaving you bare to him. He’s quick to discard his boxers, throwing them off in the distance.
“so pretty” he lines himself up to your soaked entrance, letting the tip slide through your glistening folds. “cant keep my girl waiting too long, hmm?” He sinks into you, groans spilling from him as he bottoms out deep inside of you, his eyes gazing into yours “you okay? want a moment?”
you shake your head quickly, and he chuckles, pulling out then pushing back in at a pace that gets you whimpering his name. Gris moans, one hand coming from your thigh to rub your clit in slow, firm circles. “doing so well, such a good girl for me”
his voice is velvety soft despite the rapid thrusts of his hips against yours, and the lewd slaps when skin meets skin. “ah—fuck, right there…!” you moan, thighs already shaking. “mhm, i gotchu,” he angles himself to hit that spot with each thrust, his length filling and stretching you perfectly
his fingers speed up on your aching clit, pressing down hard. Your back arches, and your eyes roll back into your skull in ecstasy, lost in the pleasure he was feeding you.
He’s big, he knows it, and he’s always using it to his advantage.
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・ ꪖ/n : haven’t posted in like 6 days 😮 i need to lock in
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Gachiakuta men holding hands, Headcanons, Zanka, Follo, Enjin, Gris
Masterlist
ZANKA
♡He would be incredibly nervous and would talk about anything and everything to distract himself.
♡He would initiate contact by lightly brushing his hand against yours. If he notices you don't pull away, he would timidly take your pinky finger in his.
♡He would wait for you to take his hand first before clinging to you.
♡He likes to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb.
♡He loves intertwining his fingers with yours.
FOLLO
♡The first time, he would hold his breath to gather his courage and take your hand as if he were greeting you. His hands always sweat, so he would constantly wipe them away before taking your hand.
♡He doesn't like you to take the initiative; he has to take your hand first.
♡He prefers you put your hands in his pockets and then take your hand from there.
ENJIN
♡He would take your hand first, even before you were a couple, holding it firmly regardless of what others might say.
♡Although His hands are much larger than yours, and he would hold them gently.
♡He's more inclined to put his arm around you than to hold your hand.
♡He likes it when you hold onto his sleeve instead of his hand.
GRIS
♡His hands are warm and firm; you can even feel that warmth through his gloves.
♡He would constantly stroke your hand whenever he holds it.
♡He doesn't tend to walk and then take your hand; he would offer you his hand first and then start walking.
♡He likes it when you lean towards the hand he's holding so that your whole body touches his arm. Even while driving, he would offer you his hand to take.
gachiakuta enjin and gris x reader who's on her period; just fluff and the boys taking care of you; might be rusty; im on my period and I needed this *sobs* (very short sorry!) Hope you enjoy!! ♡
Enjin
Enjin immediately senses when your mood swings start hitting different notes—he calls it his “period radar.”
He insists on making you a care package before you even ask: chocolate, tea, heating pad, and a fluffy blanket. And yes, he has one of those extra soft fuzzy ones just for you.
If the cramps are bad, he’ll literally carry you around like a human burrito, patting your back and whispering dumb little jokes until you giggle through the pain.
He lowkey enjoys being in charge of movie nights when you’re PMSing; nothing complicated, just cartoons and comfort food.
He won’t ask “do you want this?” because he already knows you want it—he’s confident in your snack choices and won’t shame you for the third chocolate bar.
If you’re extra emotional, he gets emotional too. Expect dramatic sighs together on the couch, paired with lots of blanket cocooning.
And yes, he will gently tease you about the weird cravings—like pickles with ice cream—but only because he knows you secretly love it.
Basically makes sure you laugh your way through it; and makes sure you know he's never leaving you alone with this or anything else.
Gris
Gris is the ultimate “silent support” energy. He just knows when something’s off, and he shows up with a soft smile and a warm hug.
He’ll make you tea, sit with you in silence, and sometimes just hold your hand while you scroll through memes or watch sad romcoms.
Mood swings? He matches them. Feeling angsty or dramatic? Gris will dramatically sigh in solidarity and maybe throw a pillow at you playfully.
He doesn’t mind at all if you want to nap 14 times in a day. In fact, he’ll join you, even if it means awkwardly curled together under a blanket fortress.
Cramps? He knows exact pressure points for massages and isn’t afraid to ask where it hurts. Expect gentle back rubs and soft murmurs like, “I’ve got you.”
He’s low-key a period poet. He’ll write little notes or doodles for you to cheer you up, even if you don’t notice at first.
And snack raids? Gris is surprisingly strategic—he knows the best combination of sweet and salty to make your brain feel normal again.
He's always going to be there for you. It's not just a promise, but a reality.
Can u pls write a fanfic of the reader crying at night and it wakes up characters in Gachiakuta? (Specifically tamsy , enjin, and Corvus) 🥹🥹
Ask and you shall receive!! Im sorry it took so long I'm lowk not locked in on writing at all atm lmao (ignore that i added Gris i needed my emotional support big guy, also I am SO not confident about writing Tamsy and Corvus so I hope its fine 😭)
Wrote this while listening to asmr never been more relaxed in my life
GACHIAKUTA HEADCANONS/SMALL DRABBLE
Including: Tamsy, Enjin, Corvus, Gris
☆★ TAMSY CAINES
★ I honestly don't know what his first reaction would be, he's just so hard to figure out, but I do think he would be surprisingly chill about it
☆ Would wanna try to figure out what's wrong so he knows if he has to kill someone (he will do it, you're the most important person in his life, anything to make you happy)
★ I don't feel like he would be very touchy, he'd probably sit beside you, close but far enough to let you have some space just so you don't feel crowded. He values his own personal space so he hates invading that of others, even with his partner - only stays close if you initiate.
☆ The type to try and distract you. Will put on some music (silently ofc so he doesn't wake up the whole HQ), talk to you about random stuff once he knows what's up
★ Also I feel like his reaction would differ based on WHERE you're crying, like, still in bed with him and he wakes up next to you crying? He immediately fears for his life because it makes him think you're crying because of him. If you've gotten up and cried somewhere else? He's ready to punch a bitch.
> Soft, almost inaudible sniffles fill the room as you sit on the small couch in the far corner from Tamsy's bed. You'd hate to wake him up, especially since you know he's a light sleeper, and since you have no clue why you're even crying. Everything just... got too much all of a sudden. It kept you awake, and now here you are, nestled up on your boyfriend's couch, crying like a wuss. "... You're horrible at keeping quiet, by the way." You almost yelp as Tamsy speaks, sitting down beside you - it's almost scary how silent he can be. "Something wrong? Did somebody hurt you?" The blonde questions gently, keeping his voice down because the HQ walls seem to have ears, no matter what time of day. "No... just... I don't know.." You sniffle, wiping stray tears with the back of your hand. "Very insightful." Tamsy sighs, and you almost laugh at his deadpan expression. He leans over, hair falling over his shoulders as he turns on his radio, silent classical music filling the room. "D'you wanna talk?" He then questions, tilting his head at you gently, eyes taking you in as if he's still wondering if anyone could be at fault for making you feel like this. "...can we just sit for a while..? This is nice..." you just hum, leaning against his side gently. "Of course." Tamsy replies softly, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.
★☆ ENJIN
☆ Absolutely out of his element, has no clue what to do, a bit useless really. He has no idea how to deal with emotions, not even his own ones, so dealing with someone else's is absolute horror to him
★ tries to cheer you up, but its clumsy. He makes jokes he makes all the time - ones you usually laugh at, even if only cause you love him. If that doesn't work, he just sits there staring at you, not sure what else to do
☆ will let you use him as a personal tissue, no questions asked, no complaints muttered. His shirt is drenched from your tears? Doesn't even matter. As long as it helps you, he lets you do anything and everything.
★ takes some time to wake up, you cannot convince me he doesn't sleep like a rock. Would probably not wake up from you crying but from getting cold cause you aren't there to warm his side anymore (he's a human furnace but he still gets cold, no idea how he's just extra like that)
☆ Awkward touches on your shoulder, maybe runs his fingers through your hair but he isn't sure if you're okay with touching in your state - if you initiate contact, he's doing the whole arms wrapped around you like an anchor thing, 10/10 hugs
> You freeze up in horror as you notice Enjin shifting, grumbling in his sleep as you sit at the edge of the bed, tears still streaming down your face. "Darlin'? It's cooolldd..." He huffs, rolling on his side before opening his eyes. He's about to complain more as he takes in your expression - eyes wide and red. He almost starts panicking as you sniffle again. "Oh, shit." He mumbles just as your tears start flowing fully again. Enjin sits up, staring at you crying like he's completely lost, wide-eyed like a puppy. He's panicking more on the inside, trying to remember what Gris told him about calming people down as you already lean into him, your face pressing against his shoulder. Without hesitation, Enjin wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap, securely keeping you right there against him. "Hey... is there.. like... can I do anything...?" He mumbles awkwardly, rocking you back and forth. He doesn't even really realise that he's doing it, his body just moves on its own. "...just this is great.." you mutter, voice awfully muffled against Enjins now soaked shirt. "Okay.." He sighs, resting his head atop yours, just staying exactly the same until you calm down.
☆★ ARKHA CORVUS
★ Chillest mf alive. Light sleeper so he immediately notices when you get up, but he waits because at first he just thought you'd get up to drink something. Once you start crying, he gets up and just casually makes a tea.
☆ Let's you vent your frustrations to him, listening intently. He knows that you dont need advice, and that you just need to be a hater sometimes, let's you do just that. You call someone a bitch? Hell yeah that person's a bitch. He agrees. 100%.
★ Makes you rest your head in his lap as if he's your personal therapist. I mean, he doesn't force you, but the offer is just so nice you can't refuse (he sits down and glances between you and his lap. He (doesn't) try to be sneaky)
☆ Runs his fingers through your hair, gently running his nails over your scalp, that good kind of scratching, really just relaxes you all over
★ sips his tea, offers you some, and just helps you calm down and get sleepy enough for bed again. Carries you back and keeps you tucked against his chest the whole night, completely safe and cozy
> You know he's awake. Its not a question of whether or not Arkha Corvus is awake, its a question of when he gets up. Still, you can't help the tears building in your eyes and the sobs threatening to spill over. At the slightest noise, Corvus is already on his feet, humming gently as he heats up water. It never fails to amaze you how composed this man is. "Wanna talk about it?" He asks as he sits down next to you, chuckling as you immediately rest your head in his lap. "It's just- ugh, its so stupid actually-" you start, yapping out everything that's going wrong, going on and on while Corvus just listens. At some point his hand finds its way into your hair, gently playing with it as he hums and nods along. He really just sits there, drinking tea, listening to your pathetic reasoning for crying in the middle of the night like it's not completely stupid. He actually agrees with you, nodding strongly when you complain about others. It's not even long before you're just exhausted, wanting to get back to bed. "Cmere then." Corvus smiles, easily scooping you up.
★☆ GRIS RUBION
☆ The sweetest. Gives you everything and anything you could need. Hugs? He's there. Just need someone to listen? Yap away. Need someone to cry into? He doesn't mind at all, go ahead.
★ honestly a 10/10 when it comes to stuff like this. He's a bit tired, but immediately aware of the situation, yawning softly as he pats over to you, wrapping himself around you like a huge emotional support teddy.
☆ Smothers you in affection even the day after, makes sure you're fine all the time and that nothing overwhelms you.
★ soft kisses all over your face, especially your cheeks to kiss away the tears. Makes it impossible to keep crying because he then starts to lick the tears to make you laugh, for being so sweet, he isn't afraid to be silly to help you out.
☆ Like Corvus, he would carry you back to bed, cuddling you close to him. In all honesty you probably didnt even get to leave bed because his hold on you is that strong even when he's asleep (he was scared that he hurt you and thats why you're crying at first though, just because he sometimes forgets his own strength)
> Gris yawns heavily as he slowly wakes from his slumber, completely content with you still coddled up in his arms — shaking. Crying? Ah he fucked up. "Love? What's wrong?" He mumbles, loosening his grip on you instinctively. He tugs you to turn around, facing him, watching your face. You sob out a few words, enough to let him know its not his fault. Gris sighs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "Shh.. its okay... this happens... just let it out, yeah..?" He mutters, voice soft as he continues his kisses, gentle against your skin. He lets you catch your composure, listening to your broken explanations, nodding along as his grip on you tightens again, pulling you slightly closer. He presses one last kiss against your lips once you finally calm down, nudging his nose against yours. "..you wanna stay up or do you wanna sleep?" He asks, unable to hold back a slight yawn as he grins at you. "... you're sleepy, we should sleep." You mumble back, exhausted from the crying as you snuggle back against Gris. He's more than happy to comply, arms wrapped around you tightly as he presses his face into your neck - his favourite place to be.
Gris Rubion doesn’t fall for you because you’re different in a flashy way, but because you’re consistent in your care, the way you show up for people without making it about yourself, the way you help without expecting recognition, and he recognizes that immediately as something genuine, not performative, which makes him trust you long before he realizes he’s growing attached.
He is naturally attentive to people’s emotional states, and with you that attentiveness deepens into something more focused, where he notices when you’re tired even if you’re still smiling, when your tone shifts slightly after something difficult, when you’re pushing yourself past comfort for the sake of others, and instead of calling it out bluntly he adjusts quietly, stepping in to ease your workload or redirect situations so you’re not overwhelmed.
He speaks to you with a kind of calm patience that he doesn’t extend to everyone, letting you explain things fully, asking follow-up questions not to challenge you but to understand you better. There’s a softness in those conversations that isn’t obvious at first but becomes more noticeable the longer it continues, like he’s creating space specifically for you to exist comfortably outside both of yours jobs and duties.
He becomes someone you naturally rely on without realizing it, because he’s always there in a way that feels unforced, offering help before you have to ask, remembering things you mentioned needing days ago, making sure you have what you need to do your work properly, and he never frames it as doing something for you, just as something that makes sense to do.
There are small moments where his composure slips, not dramatically but enough to be noticeable if you’re paying attention, like when you thank him sincerely. He pauses a second longer than expected before responding, or when you’re hurt and he reacts faster than usual, his voice just slightly sharper with concern before he steadies it again.
He is openly kind, but with you that kindness becomes more personal, more deliberate, like he’s thinking about what specifically you need rather than applying general care, and that difference shows in small ways, like adjusting how he explains things to match your perspective, or making sure you’re included in decisions even when you don’t push yourself forward.
He doesn’t get jealous in an obvious way, but he does become more aware of how others interact with you, especially if someone dismisses your efforts or misunderstands your intentions, and he will step in. Not aggressively, but firmly, clarifying your actions and making sure you’re seen accurately, because your sincerity is something he respects deeply.
If someone were to ask him directly about you, he wouldn’t deflect or deny coldly, but he also wouldn’t label it easily, instead giving an answer that reflects his mindset, something along the lines of you being important, someone he trusts, someone who makes things better. He's not avoiding the truth, but to him, those things already are the truth, regardless of what name is attached to them.
And the most telling thing is that his care for you never feels like a shift or a sudden realization, it feels like something that grew naturally out of who he already is, his empathy, his steadiness, his quiet generosity, until one day it’s simply undeniable that you are someone he has chosen to prioritize, because being around you aligns with the kind of person he already strives to be.
~ @ m-joys 2026 ♡
A/n: I apologize if it's a little OOC, Im currently only on episode 9 but Gris already has a strong hold on me, any input is welcome ♡
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The assignment turned out to be trivial. Gris wasn’t even worried, he worked calmly, methodically, keeping an eye on you with one eye. You were nearby, as always composed, serious, with that same businesslike attitude that made something inside him pull pleasantly tight. He loved watching you at work, loved your focus, that mode of “I’m a fighter, not a girl.”. He knew that behind closed doors you were different, warm, soft, sleepy, smelling like soap and ready to melt into his hands. But here, at work, you were a professional, and he respected that, valued it, took pride in it.
So when things didn’t go according to plan, he felt it before he saw it.
You were fending off a small creature, your movement precise and calculated, but something cracked, he heard it even through the noise of the fight. You didn’t even cry out, just froze for a second, clenched your jaw, and kept going.
Gris froze. Inside, everything snapped and dropped somewhere down, but you had already given him a short smile
— “I’m fine, keep working”— and he forced himself to keep breathing. If you say everything is fine, then it is. You never lie to him. Not about this. Or almost never.
By the end of the mission, when the last creature scattered into scrap metal, you took a step, then another, and on the third you simply folded and sank to the ground, your pale fingers gripping your shin.
Gris was beside you before he could even think. Dropped to his knees, forgetting about the dirt, about safety, about everything. His hands were already moving over your leg, trying to find a fracture, a wound, anything at all, while a lump stuck in his throat.
— “What? Where does it hurt? Let me see. Why didn’t you say anything?!”
You resisted, weakly, more for show. Grabbing his wrists, trying to push him away, soothingly stroking his tense forearms.
— “Gris, relax, it’s fine. I just strained it. Didn’t feel it on adrenaline, it’ll pass. Get up, people are watching.”
He didn’t care who was watching. He saw only your pale face, your lips pressed tight from pain, and the way you carefully held your leg up, afraid to move.
— “Don’t get up,” he snapped when you tried.
You flinched again, and he shut it down again.
— “Gris, I can manage, just let me—”
He didn’t let you. In one motion, sharp, practiced from years of handling things much heavier than you, he lifted you under your back and knees. You were in the air before you could even gasp.
— “Gris!” your voice shot up.
— “What are you doing?! Put me down! I can walk!”
He was already heading toward the car, wide, confident strides, not even out of breath. You looked so natural in his arms, as if you’d spent your whole life there, small, warm, blushing desperately.
— “You’re embarrassing me!” you kept going, hitting his chest with your fists. The blows were more symbolic than meant to hurt.
— “Gris! I’m not dying! I can walk! It’s just a sprain!”
The others were already approaching. Follo, Riyo, Rudo, and even Zanka, who usually pretended not to care about your nonsense. They stood with arms crossed, openly enjoying the show.
— “Oh, look,”
Riyo chimed in, her tone dripping with mockery.
— “Our combat unit is being evacuated from the battlefield.”
— “Safest transport method,”
Follo added, hiding a smile in his collar.
Zanka just snorted, and that alone was enough to make you want to disappear into the ground.
— “I’ll remember this, both of you!” you shouted, trying to twist around to glare at their grinning faces.
— “And you, Gris, if you don’t put me down right now—”
— “God, relax,” he said.
His voice was low, even, with that vibration that usually made your knees weak. He smiled, looking down at youyour flushed cheeks, your outrage, all of you, so alive, so dear, so ridiculously beautiful in his arms.
— “I’m ready to carry my woman in my arms. There’s nothing strange about that.”
You opened your mouth, closed it, opened it again.
Not a single thought. Not a single coherent phrase. Just that ridiculous warmth spreading through your chest, and the understanding that he meant it, seriously, sincerely, undeniably.
With your last strength, you thumped his chest and buried your burning face somewhere near his collarbone, muttering into his uniform:
— “I’ll talk to you later.”
He smirked, satisfied, and that smirk traveled through his body straight into yours. You felt it in every cell.
In the car, he set you down beside him but didn’t remove his hand from your shoulder. Just sat there, stroking the bone with his thumb, silent. And you stayed silent too, burning with embarrassment and happiness at the same time.
When you got back to base, you barely opened your mouth to say, “I can go from here,” but he was already out of the car, walking around it, opening your door and, without asking, lifting you again.
You jerked, squeaked, but he didn’t even sway. Walked toward the med bay like a tank, ignoring all your protests.
— “I’m going to kill you!” you hissed into his ear, wriggling like a snake.
— “Everyone’s watching!”
— “As if they didn’t already know,” he laughed.
— “Gris! This isn’t funny!” you kept squirming desperately.
— “Very funny,” he replied calmly and, without slowing down, leaned toward your face.
The kiss was short, but warm and sweet. He just pressed his lips to yours for a second, just enough to make you go quiet and kept walking as if nothing unusual had happened.
You froze, blinking, trying to remember how to breathe like a girl. And he carried you on, that quiet, victorious look in his eyes:
— “Well? Still going to argue?”
— “I…” you finally breathed out.
— “You… that’s not fair!”
— “I know,” he nodded. And leaning closer, added softly, just for you:
— “But you love me. Including this.”
You sighed, wrapped your arms around his neck, and hid your face in the curve of his shoulder. Because you had no argument, he was right. And because even in this ridiculous, embarrassing position, on display for everyone, you were the happiest woman in the world.
The others, of course, didn’t let you live it down for a week. But every evening, when Griss came back from duty, he carefully applied cooling ointment to your leg and kissed it, murmuring:
— “At least you’re alive. At least you’re mine. Everything else doesn’t matter.”
note. i've been quite obsessed with gachiakuta lately so i NEEDED to write with them! as i'm myself quite nervous all the time, i thought it might be cute to write this :) don't hesitate to request <3
Enjin or words of reassurance
You loved everyone at the cleaners, it was not the problem. They were all nice and quite funny too, no one had ever been mean to you before (not like Enjin would let them anyway) ; but you could not help it. Being in there with all those people made you nervous.
You had an old habit, and not a nice one. Everytime you were too nervous, you would start scratching your wrist with your nails. It was a way to bring you back down there, but also to keep you away from all the noise. You did not even notice you were doing it anymore.
But Enjin always did. He saw you in your corner, and he did not think twice before walking to you. He slightly leaned over you so you would see his face and acknowledge his presence. You looked up at him, and you saw how calm he was. You never understood how he could always be so collected, but it soothed you down ever so slightly.
He gently brushed your arm with the back of his hand, and you stopped the scratching on your poor damaged skin. “You don’t have to do that,” he began in a soft tone that you were the only one to ever hear from him. “We can leave any time you want.” All you did was to nod at his words, and he understood the message.
He wrapped an arm around you and, without telling anyone, he simply left the room with you so you could finally breathe again. He was always so gentle and caring with you, and you were glad. You could not do it without him.
Rudo or holding your hand
Saying you were nervous was an euphemism. You were clearly not the calmest person to have laid a foot here, and it was more than obvious. No matter how hard you tried to look cool and relax, it never worked. Having to leave the safe place of the HQ was a pure torture for you.
Rudo was not the calmest person either ; in fact, he was quite the opposite. But when he saw you trembling and trying to steady your breath? He could not leave you like this. Zanka said it would ‘help him to go to others’ but he did not understand how.
Yet, he had to try. He did not like seeing you looking so bad either way. So he walked closer to you, and you almost immediately noticed his figure. You stayed silent, as he was trying to align three words without stuttering.
Suddenly, he offered his hand to you. You looked at it before looking back at Rudo with a confused face. He looked away, and you could swear you had seen a blush on his cheeks. “You can hold my hand if it helps you, you know, to calm down.”
You blinked a few times, before a light smile quickly passed on your lips. Seeing him make so much effort for you was already soothing you down, but you could not leave him like this. You gently took his hand in yours, smiling at him. “Thanks, Rudo.” And he kept looking away the whole time.
Zanka or making tea for you
Your latest training had been pretty bad, and no matter how hard you tried, you could simply not succeed at what you were trying to do. Not only it made you frustrated, but also a lot more nervous. What if you could not improve anymore? Were you that bad? You were going to slow down everyone.
Zanka noticed it, of course, because he was beginning to know you all too well by now. He noticed how you were a bit more on your own lately, or avoiding doing missions with him. He was not stupid. How could you think someone like him would not notice?
The creak of the door made you look away from what was in front of you. It was Zanka, with a tray in his hands. He put it down on the nearest table alike, and you slightly tilted your head to the side. He simply gestured you to come closer.
“I made lemon tea. You like it, right?” Your favorite tea, actually ; you noticed it by the scent. It did not take you long to understand what was going on. Zanka was not the best at this, and he knew it ; but you could always see the way he tried to help when you were a doubting and nervous wreck.
You took the cup between your hands, a warmth building in your chest. “I do, yes.” And you knew he would not let you overwork yourself any longer.
Gris or humming your favorite song
It was your first mission in a while, because you had been wounded and you needed time to rest. It was an easy one, as you only left with Gris. He was driving, as he always was, and you were looking through the window, sitting next to him.
You were nervous, and the word was nice. It had been so long ; what if you could not do it? Maybe you were not trained enough anymore, and if anything happened to Gris, you would not forgive yourself.
A sigh left your lips, and Gris knew what was going on in your little head. Thankfully, he also knew the best way to calm those thoughts. Softly, a gentle hum left his lips. You did not take long before recognizing your favorite song.
You closed your eyes, letting your mind focus on nothing more than the sound of his tone, humming so calmly the song that you always listened to when you were going crazy. You looked back at him after some time, and a light smile appeared on your lips. It needed no words, you knew each other enough to understand ; and you would never be thankful enough for this.
Included ; Zanka, Follo, August, Enjin, Gris and Bro Santa
A/N ; got this idea from a tiktok involving a different fandom :))
!!wholesome, Gentle and cuddly only!!
Zanka.
• He panics at first, he was probably going to toss you in self defense if he didn't recognize the hands/arms wrapped around him.
• Hesitantly turns around but doesn't wrap his arms around you at first, he lifts your chin up to examine if your upset before he hugs you.
• If in a closed room alone, he's quick to hug you back and completely sinks into your touch.
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Follo.
• You make him jump, that or you can feel a chill/shiver run down his body. He'll probably apologize like you're not the one who just scared him.
• He doesn't ay anything about you holding him, doesn't move to change how you're both standing. Let's you cling on to him, he admittedly likes it as well. But, He will slowly go back to what he's doing and you're a special edition.
• After a while, he gets used to this. If you walk up an hug him from behind whilst working later on, he won't react much and continues his business until you say otherwise.(ofc if you're sad, he's fixing everything thats wrong.)
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August.
• "Heyyy! Wow, What's up mamas?" Like beast boy, if you look up sad then he's dropping everything he's doing. Hands cupping your face.
• He'll let you hold him if you say that's what you need, he won't deal with silence though. He's talking to you the whole time you're with him, he changes topics, he's asking about missions, He's helping to keep your mind off things.
• He got a chair that had no backrest because he wanted you to be able to hug him easier, he never told you that's why but it was pretty obvious.
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Enjin.
• "Woow Handsy much?" Or "Wow! What's got you all clingy?" Are the most common phrases when you hug him from behind.
• if more casual, then he sits his hands on yours as he'll go back to his business. Of course until you ask for attention, then everything's being set down for you. "Ya' just had to ask"
• Will immediately pick you up if your upset, like if you gave him puppy dog eyes then your feet are becoming disconnected from the ground. "What's wrong? What happened?", he at first will offer to fix your problem before he shifts to helping you fix it.
(He probably has a problem with wanting to fix your issues, he tries working on it.)
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Gris.
• He's quick to checking if your okay, he's silent at first cause he's containing himself. If anyone hurt you emotionally or physically then he'll probably see red.
• if you just need to hold him then he's pulling you to the front of him, his arms around you as he holds you tightly. Most of the time he'll walk away to sit with you until you're ready, but if he can't then he's lifting you up and is all "alright back to business" with you still in his arms. (TRUST that He has the strength to hold you up and do work.)
• He'll only talk to you softly if you're clung to him, you're precious and he's worried that if he's too loud then you'll shrink. If he makes you shrink then how dare he, He's damned to the ends of the earth in his mind.
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Bro Santa.
• He straight up thinks you're one of the Team Kid members until he actually looks down at you, "Oh my! I am so sorry-" is probably repeated a few times afterwards. (He genuinely feels bad)
• "Oh, wow are you okay?" And his voice drops lowly as his hands carefuly cradle your head up to him, thumbs rubbing your cheeks and under your eyes as he's sushing you.
• He'll lift you up if you just want him, he'll sit with you half on his lap half just curled against him to a point you were simply hovered. If the Team kid members ask if you're okay then Bro is telling them that you just need some affection.
(Guita is giving you a hug, she also doesn't let go until Bro or you tell her to. Dear Santa doesn't know how to react seeing this, he'll eventually leave and come back with a small candy and reluctantly hands it to you.)