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@ Mily ✩︵ she/they ! . 彡 20 · Hispanic🇲🇽🇺🇲 · I love Satoru Gojo
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Hi! I was reading on wattpad and I noticed that the account I was on is publishing people's fanfictions as their own. The op says it's translated from tumblr, but still uses the all rights reserved tag. I am aware that a lot of people don't like when their works are translated, so I wanted to warn you!
https://www.wattpad.com/1300103290-imagines-stranger-things-%F0%9D%97%A1%F0%9D%97%AE%F0%9D%97%BB%F0%9D%97%B0%F0%9D%98%86-%F0%9D%97%AA%F0%9D%97%B5%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%B9%F0%9D%97%B2%F0%9D%97%BF
Hey Anon thank you sm for sharing this, i had no clue?!
😭 wth I never thought this would ever happen to me at ALL
Everyone, please. Do not repost or translate my work! Please 🙏 I only post here on Tumblr and at times on my Wattpad and that is all. Please don't do this!
Thank you sm for sharing this with me Anon
Do you think you could pretty please write Gachiakuta angst?! Like them saying something hurtful to us in an argument🙏🙏I LOVE ANGSTT
I LOVE ANGSTT AS WELL!!! OF COURSE, all here for the pain, my lady! ⚘️⚘️ also, it was really fun writing for Zodyl
Enjin - Are you done?
“Are you even listening to me?” you asked, quieter this time.
Enjin sat at the table, nursing a coffee that had long since gone cold. While you laid out, for the fifth time, how disappearing into No Man’s Land without so much as an “I’m alive” text was completely fucked up, he didn’t seem to hear a word.
He tilted his head, blond hair sliding into his eyes. That same half-smile clung to his mouth like it had been tattooed there. “I heard you. You’re upset because I didn’t come back when I said I would. Again.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Got caught up. Happens.”
You glared, heat crawling up your throat. “yeah, and?"
“Look, I thought you knew who you were dealing with by now, princess.” His tone stayed light, almost playful. “I don’t do the whole ‘check-in on time’ thing. Never have.”
You took a deep breath, told yourself to be the bigger person, to not let his dismissiveness burn you alive. “That’s not an excuse, Enjin. That’s just you choosing not to try.”
He finally pushed the mug aside and slid his hands into his pockets. “You’re doing that thing again. Where you talk like I’m supposed to turn into someone else if I like you enough—which I do.” The smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore. “But spoiler: I’m not gonna.”
“Are you fucking stupid? I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m asking you to give a damn whether I’m okay when you vanish for three days. That’s not a personality transplant. That’s the bare minimum.”
He watched you for a long second, then exhaled through his nose—almost a laugh, sharp enough to cut. “Alright. You done?”
The question landed like a slap.
Your mouth opened, closed. Heat rushed behind your eyes, but you refused to let the tears fall. Not in front of him. “You are a real fucking asshole, you know that?” Your voice came out small, then steadier, colder. “You can sit there looking bored while I’m falling apart, and your only concern is whether the conversation is over yet. Like I’m just background noise.”
Enjin’s jaw flexed—the first crack in his armor. But he didn’t take anything back. Didn’t soften. “You knew I wasn’t good at this,” he said quietly. “I told you that from the start.”
“Yeah. You did.” You swallowed hard. “But I thought maybe… maybe you’d at least try not to make me feel like garbage for caring about you.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.
“Babe, that’s not what I—”
“I don’t wanna hear it.” You stood, chair scraping against the floor like a scream. “I’m done. That’s what you want, right? So I’m done.”
You turned your back on him before the tears could spill before your chest could crack open in front of the one person who didn't seem to care enough to stop it. The door clicked shut behind you, leaving him alone in the apartment you used to share, wondering—if he was even capable of wondering—whether this time he had finally pushed you too far to come back.
Zodyl - You are a waste of my time
The lab smelled like scorched metal and something faintly organic—rotting vitality, maybe. Zodyl stood at the central workbench, sleeves of his Watchman coat rolled to the elbows, purple markings under his sunken eyes looking darker in the half-shadow. He didn’t look up when you entered.
You’d waited two weeks for him to surface from this place. Two weeks of messages ignored, of footsteps echoing down empty corridors, of the quiet dread that maybe this time he really had forgotten you existed outside the periphery of his theories.
“Zodyl.”
His scalpel paused mid-incision on whatever grotesque imitation core lay splayed open before him. Only then did he glance over—expression blank, eyes flat as polished amethyst.
“You’ve been down here for days,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I thought… maybe we could go somewhere. Just for a few hours. Away from all this.”
He exhaled once through his nose. Not quite a sigh. More like registering an irrelevant variable.
“I’m working.”
“I know. But you always are.” You stepped closer, boots scuffing against concrete flecked with dried blood and chemical residue. “I’m not asking you to stop. Just… pause. For me.”
The scalpel resumed its path. A thin line of dark fluid welled up. He spoke without looking at you again.
“Pausing is inefficiency. Every second I spend not advancing the work is a second the Sphere stays untouched."
Your chest tightened. You’d heard versions of this before—cold logic delivered like fact, never cruelty, because cruelty would require feeling something first.
“I get that you want to tear it all down,” you said quieter, soft, trying to make it sound like a joke. “..B-but I’m here. I’ve always been here. Doesn’t that count for anything?”
He set the scalpel down with surgical precision. Finally turned to face you fully. Tall, broad-shouldered, coat hanging like a shroud. Those thick brows framed eyes that held nothing—no warmth, no irritation, just evaluation.
“You’re asking if sentiment has utility.” His voice was low, almost clinical. “It doesn’t. Not in this equation.”
“I’m not an equation, Zodyl.”
“You are when you stand between me and progress.” He tilted his head slightly, the white streaks catching light again. “You want time. Time is the only currency that matters here, and you’re asking me to waste it. On what? Conversation? Touch? Distraction?” A pause, shorter than a heartbeat. “You’re a waste of my time.”
Silence swallowed the room. The faint drip of something viscous from the table was suddenly deafening.
You stared at him—really stared—searching for the crack, the flicker, anything that might prove the man who once let you lean against his shoulder after a failed experiment still existed somewhere under the ice. Nothing. Just the same unreadable mask.
“…Right.” Your voice cracked on the single word. You swallowed it back. “I guess I finally understand.”
You turned before the burn behind your eyes could betray you. Footsteps echoed too loud in the empty space as you walked away.
He didn’t call after you.
He didn’t need to.
The door hissed shut behind you, sealing the lab—and him—away again. Somewhere in the dark, Zodyl returned to his work without a second thought, the scalpel picking up exactly where it left off.
Because in the end, everything was expendable.
Maybe even you.
Remind me to write a part 2 for this soon, pls
PLEASE PART TWO PLEASE
Pls tag me
Do you think you could pretty please write Gachiakuta angst?! Like them saying something hurtful to us in an argument🙏🙏I LOVE ANGSTT
I LOVE ANGSTT AS WELL!!! OF COURSE, all here for the pain, my lady! ⚘️⚘️ also, it was really fun writing for Zodyl
Enjin - Are you done?
“Are you even listening to me?” you asked, quieter this time.
Enjin sat at the table, nursing a coffee that had long since gone cold. While you laid out, for the fifth time, how disappearing into No Man’s Land without so much as an “I’m alive” text was completely fucked up, he didn’t seem to hear a word.
He tilted his head, blond hair sliding into his eyes. That same half-smile clung to his mouth like it had been tattooed there. “I heard you. You’re upset because I didn’t come back when I said I would. Again.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Got caught up. Happens.”
You glared, heat crawling up your throat. “yeah, and?"
“Look, I thought you knew who you were dealing with by now, princess.” His tone stayed light, almost playful. “I don’t do the whole ‘check-in on time’ thing. Never have.”
You took a deep breath, told yourself to be the bigger person, to not let his dismissiveness burn you alive. “That’s not an excuse, Enjin. That’s just you choosing not to try.”
He finally pushed the mug aside and slid his hands into his pockets. “You’re doing that thing again. Where you talk like I’m supposed to turn into someone else if I like you enough—which I do.” The smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore. “But spoiler: I’m not gonna.”
“Are you fucking stupid? I’m not asking you to change who you are. I’m asking you to give a damn whether I’m okay when you vanish for three days. That’s not a personality transplant. That’s the bare minimum.”
He watched you for a long second, then exhaled through his nose—almost a laugh, sharp enough to cut. “Alright. You done?”
The question landed like a slap.
Your mouth opened, closed. Heat rushed behind your eyes, but you refused to let the tears fall. Not in front of him. “You are a real fucking asshole, you know that?” Your voice came out small, then steadier, colder. “You can sit there looking bored while I’m falling apart, and your only concern is whether the conversation is over yet. Like I’m just background noise.”
Enjin’s jaw flexed—the first crack in his armor. But he didn’t take anything back. Didn’t soften. “You knew I wasn’t good at this,” he said quietly. “I told you that from the start.”
“Yeah. You did.” You swallowed hard. “But I thought maybe… maybe you’d at least try not to make me feel like garbage for caring about you.”
The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.
“Babe, that’s not what I—”
“I don’t wanna hear it.” You stood, chair scraping against the floor like a scream. “I’m done. That’s what you want, right? So I’m done.”
You turned your back on him before the tears could spill before your chest could crack open in front of the one person who didn't seem to care enough to stop it. The door clicked shut behind you, leaving him alone in the apartment you used to share, wondering—if he was even capable of wondering—whether this time he had finally pushed you too far to come back.
Zodyl - You are a waste of my time
The lab smelled like scorched metal and something faintly organic—rotting vitality, maybe. Zodyl stood at the central workbench, sleeves of his Watchman coat rolled to the elbows, purple markings under his sunken eyes looking darker in the half-shadow. He didn’t look up when you entered.
You’d waited two weeks for him to surface from this place. Two weeks of messages ignored, of footsteps echoing down empty corridors, of the quiet dread that maybe this time he really had forgotten you existed outside the periphery of his theories.
“Zodyl.”
His scalpel paused mid-incision on whatever grotesque imitation core lay splayed open before him. Only then did he glance over—expression blank, eyes flat as polished amethyst.
“You’ve been down here for days,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I thought… maybe we could go somewhere. Just for a few hours. Away from all this.”
He exhaled once through his nose. Not quite a sigh. More like registering an irrelevant variable.
“I’m working.”
“I know. But you always are.” You stepped closer, boots scuffing against concrete flecked with dried blood and chemical residue. “I’m not asking you to stop. Just… pause. For me.”
The scalpel resumed its path. A thin line of dark fluid welled up. He spoke without looking at you again.
“Pausing is inefficiency. Every second I spend not advancing the work is a second the Sphere stays untouched."
Your chest tightened. You’d heard versions of this before—cold logic delivered like fact, never cruelty, because cruelty would require feeling something first.
“I get that you want to tear it all down,” you said quieter, soft, trying to make it sound like a joke. “..B-but I’m here. I’ve always been here. Doesn’t that count for anything?”
He set the scalpel down with surgical precision. Finally turned to face you fully. Tall, broad-shouldered, coat hanging like a shroud. Those thick brows framed eyes that held nothing—no warmth, no irritation, just evaluation.
“You’re asking if sentiment has utility.” His voice was low, almost clinical. “It doesn’t. Not in this equation.”
“I’m not an equation, Zodyl.”
“You are when you stand between me and progress.” He tilted his head slightly, the white streaks catching light again. “You want time. Time is the only currency that matters here, and you’re asking me to waste it. On what? Conversation? Touch? Distraction?” A pause, shorter than a heartbeat. “You’re a waste of my time.”
Silence swallowed the room. The faint drip of something viscous from the table was suddenly deafening.
You stared at him—really stared—searching for the crack, the flicker, anything that might prove the man who once let you lean against his shoulder after a failed experiment still existed somewhere under the ice. Nothing. Just the same unreadable mask.
“…Right.” Your voice cracked on the single word. You swallowed it back. “I guess I finally understand.”
You turned before the burn behind your eyes could betray you. Footsteps echoed too loud in the empty space as you walked away.
He didn’t call after you.
He didn’t need to.
The door hissed shut behind you, sealing the lab—and him—away again. Somewhere in the dark, Zodyl returned to his work without a second thought, the scalpel picking up exactly where it left off.
Because in the end, everything was expendable.
Maybe even you.
Remind me to write a part 2 for this soon, pls
Imagine: You had known Enjin back when he was still a gloomy teenager, someone who was afraid to trust others and, judging by the look in his eyes, had become disappointed in the world far earlier than anyone his age should have.
You remembered the first time he walked into the bar where you helped your father work. Your father was on good terms with Alice Stilza, that mad scientist who had simply dropped by, as usual, to knock back a couple of drinks. And Enjin, folding his umbrella before stepping inside, followed after her, casting a sullen amber-eyed glance around the room.
“Another grandson I don’t know about?” your father asked Alice with a smirk.
The woman burst into loud laughter and downed her drink in one go.
“NO! THIS IS ENJIN! COME ON, ENJIN, DON’T BE SHY! INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO THESE WONDERFUL PEOPLE!”
You smiled at him, stepped closer, and held out your hand in greeting, telling him your name.
But Enjin looked at your hand and turned his gaze away. For that, he immediately received a smack on the back of the head from Alice.
“That hurt!” the boy protested, rubbing the back of his head. His cap had slipped slightly, but he quickly adjusted it.
“THEN DON’T ACT LIKE A BRAT! AND DON’T OFFEND THIS GIRL! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?!”
Enjin let out a heavy sigh and finally shook your hand, though it looked more like he was doing you a favor than genuinely wanting to get acquainted.
You weren’t offended.
After all, this was the first time you had seen him, and it would have been foolish to jump to conclusions.
Then you smiled and said: “Do you want me to make you a drink with peach syrup?"
Enjin asked: “Can you actually do that?”
You laughed kindly and replied: “Of course! This is my father’s bar. I’ve practically been hanging around behind this counter since the day I was born.”
“I can hear everything, you know,” your father reminded you.
You beckoned Enjin over with your hand. He sat down on one of the tall bar stools, while you stepped behind the counter and began deftly spinning a glass, pouring different liquids into it. Enjin watched in amazement, clearly impressed by how skillfully you handled everything.
Until, at some point, you got so carried away that part of the drink splashed over the rim in a wave and drenched your father, who was standing nearby.
Everyone froze. You squeezed your eyes shut and said:
“Sorry…”
But your father, clearly used to situations like this, only laughed. Alice laughed next, and then you and Enjin joined in as well.
And who could have thought that this funny little incident, and this not-so-sincere greeting, would become the beginning of your strangest yet strongest friendship?
Because even though you were not a Cleaner, and were still trying to find your true Jinki, Enjin often stopped by your bar just to see you, even after many years. He would sit at the counter until closing time, telling you how his day had gone after yet another chase after a trash beast.
Some evenings, of course, he didn’t always spend his time talking. You had work to do. While local girls kept flirting to Enjin again and again. Sometimes, he would leave with them before the night was even over. And you would silently watch them go, even though deep down, you were far from indifferent. Though admitting that out loud was something you would probably never dare to do.
original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
oh, this little shit.
𝒢𑄺 — Enjin gets so clingy around you !
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there is rarely ever a moment where the cleaners have seen you with Enjin and he isn’t touching you in some way. his hands just always seem to be on you, whether you’re sitting in the common room, sleeping, or simply minding your business.
You’ve just came back from a mission, feeling gross and reeking from trash, so you come to the conclusion its best to shower before greeting the others, especially Enjin— the moment he sees you its unlikely he’s letting go for a long time, even if you’re smelling awful.
you sneak back to your room and into the shower, allowing the warm water to run down your back, soothing the aching muscles and cleansing your skin.
after, you dry off and change, feeling a lot more refreshed and relaxed after the exhausting day. you make yourself downstairs in search of Enjin, spotting him in the common room with Zanka and Rudo, who are busy bickering like usual, but soon go quiet once they spot you.
Enjins eyes meet yours from across the room— you notice the way they glimmer upon seeing you, and how his smirk widens as he beckons you over. Once you’re in reach, he pulls you close, sitting you on his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he peppers kisses to your jaw and neck.
Zanka groans whilst Rudo refuses to look up, “Get a room, Enjin— she’s probably tired too, your not helpful” Zanka complains, used to Enjin’s antics of him attacking you with affection.
you smile at Zanka, “yeah, i’m exhausted” sliding off Enjin’s lap, he begins to grumble under his breath about how ‘its not a crime to show his girl some love’
His grumpiness soon dissipates once your head finds its way to his lap, he watches quietly as you get comfy and close your eyes. Rudo looks up, scrunching his nose at the affection, and Zanka simply watches, his eyes softening just a fraction at your sleepy expression, looking at ease as you finally get the chance to rest.
Enjin grabs a nearby blanket draped over the arm of the couch, placing it around you— his hand is soon to find your hair, rubbing your scalp and twirling the strands around his finger as you fall into a deep slumber, feeling nothing but safe in Enjin’s hold.
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・ ꪖ/n : RAAAA ENJIN!!! he is actually so handsome like why cant he be real 🤤
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Gachiakuta Men: When you ignore them <3
A/n: Imagine you guys are fully dating in this one bc I feel they’d act way different when you ignore when while dating vs not dating.
This was a part of a request someone had asked for! The first part is gonna take me longer so this should hold you over sorry pookie <3 @mem7067
ENJIN
he will annoy you non stop until you answer him. He was patient with Fu and sat there way too long bugging him so he’ll definitely do the same with you. He’ll ask what he did wrong, why are you ignoring him, do you hate him, do you still love him, anything and everything until he gets something out of you. He’s extra clingy.
To really get you to finally pay attention to him again he might flirt with someone in front of you. Not seriously but enough to rile you up and hopefully get you to at least LOOK at him.
When you finally give in his whole body drops on top of you in exhaustion. “Thank god. I was dying over here. Give me some lovin. I deserve it.”
FOLLO
He’s so distraught. He can’t figure out what it is that he did wrong and that makes him even more anxious. He’s on his knees , hugging your thighs and begging you to tell him what he did wrong so he can fix it. If that doesn’t work he’s getting you as many gifts as possible until you forgive him, hand making you every meal, giving massages, etc.
Sheds a few tears when you finally give in. Hugs you so tight it’s hard to breathe and peppers kisses all over your cheeks.
“Thank you. I love you. You love me still right? Good.”
CORVUS
He won’t play these games..is what he says but he’s a fucking liar. He’ll give you space for a few hours. If you’re still upset after he’ll ask what’s wrong while wrap you in his arms. He’ll plant kisses all around your face and neck, massage your waist and arms, caress your hands with his, etc. He’s gonna try to use physical affection to get you back. He’s gonna make you tell him what’s wrong one way or another.
Just laughs when you drop it. He’ll pull you in for another hug. “See. That wasn’t so hard was it?”
TAMSY
He’s not above restraining you until you break. He’ll threaten it to try and scare you.
He’d start setting shit up and getting his instrument out like he’s really gonna do it, and he might, but it’s mostly a ploy. I think he’d try to scare/intimidate you out of it. He’d even start manipulating by saying shit like “well I must be a horrible boyfriend if you can’t even talk to me. Maybe you should get a new one since I’m so awful.”
He would wear you down with his mental gymnastics.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just tell me what’s wrong, darling.” He’s smiling and leaning down awaiting a kiss on his cheek.
JABBER
he’s also going to annoy the fuck out of you until you respond. He’s going to follow you around, poke you repetitively, yell in your ear about how much you’re hurting his soul by not responding to him, fake cry loudly.
Once you give in he’s bouncing off the fucking walls and demanding you guys go watch a movie together or something.
“YES! FINALLY! You finally came back to me. This is awesome! Let’s go out! No let’s stay in and watch a movie! No.. let’s-“
GRIS
he’s patient. He’d ask what’s up a few times and then give you space every time you don’t answer. Every time he’s ignored tho.. a little bit of his sanity cracks. Eventually he can’t take it anymore and he’d use his strength to his advantage. He’s grabbing you, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You can try to fight him but tbh I don’t think it would do much. He’d take you back to his room and then drop you on his bed and sit in front of you, arms crossed, and demand that you two talk out whatever is going on because “that’s what healthy couples do.”
Once resolved he’s gonna kiss your forehead. “I’m proud of you. I know it was hard to talk like this but you did it anyway. Thank you.” Not like you had much choice but he refused to let this ship sink.
"shut up, enjin" ⌯⌲
enjin x reader
Synopsis: Enjin is an infamous flirt, and you are confident that any time his auburn gaze lingers on you with a lazy smirk pressing in his dimples, that sultry voice of his addressing you by every pet name but your own, he is merely teasing. And while Enjin loves to tease you, he isn't exactly sure how to admit he is serious about the way he is obsessed with you.
to sum it up: jeez... how can a man prove he wants you when he struggles to accept it himself?
WC: 7,036
Warning(s): noneeee
"Shut up, Enjin."
Those three little words are like music falling gracefully upon the said man's ears, as his cheeks wrinkle with a satisfied grin that you are all too well-accustomed too. Your brows dig deeper into the crease between them as you glower up at the dirty blonde in all of his six something glory, your hands crossed firmly over your chest as a frown drags your pretty lips downward.
(E/c) eyes rolling, lips kissing teeth, the wrinkle of annoyance plaguing your beautiful face, the very curse of his name to top it all off. Like he's a plague to your existence, and you just love that he is. Sinking into the routine of denying his little flirtations, swatting a hand at his chest or arm when the wrong words tumble from his lips at the wrong time, landing rather poorly in taste.
And with skin buzzing from your previous, stinging point of contact, Enjin revels in the bliss that is watching you get all riled up on his behalf. You tell him to shut up at least twenty times a day like it's your mantra, and you would think that Enjin would have grown tired with your aggravation toward him by now, whether feigned or authentic, but he doesn't think he ever will.
Enjin knows he's a cheeky bastard.
𝓔𝓷𝓳𝓲𝓷 — your completely (un)serious boyfriend
every single time you bend down in front of him he smacks your ass like it’s a reflex. like a doctor hitting your knee with that little hammer. he genuinely doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
when you take off your shirt he hollers, “BOOBIES!” loud enough for half of the cleaner hq to hear. rudo once dropped a wrench because of it.
he got a pic of you in his pocket where you sleep with your mouth wide open, double chin included. he proudly shows it EVERYONE.
calls you baby in increasingly stupid variations. sugarbaby. babycakes. babygirl. babybel cheese. babesaurus rex.
absolutely the type to fake dramatic injuries for attention. “aughhh… my heart…” — “what happened?” — “you looked too pretty.”
if you ignore him for more than ten minutes he starts escalating. first it’s whining. then poking. then laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. “hello? hello? customer service? my girlfriend stopped loving me.”
he cannot flirt normally. ever. he points at you and goes, “that one’s mine btw,” like he found a cool rock.
one time he tried to kiss you smoothly and accidentally headbutted you hard enough to make both of you see stars.
obsessed with making you laugh. if you laugh so hard you snort, he acts like he just won the lottery.
if you’re cooking he WILL appear behind you and steal food straight from the pan while acting offended when you hit his hand away. “wow. abuse. in my own home.”
absolutely the kind of boyfriend who starts fake beef with inanimate objects for hurting you.“this table got one more time to hit my girl before i square up.”
loves putting his cold hands on your skin just to hear you shriek.
kisses you mid-sentence. not romantically either. fully to shut you up because he thinks it’s funny.
every time you wear something slightly revealing he malfunctions, in a “walking into walls because he’s staring” way.
would 100% yell “THAT’S MY WIFE!” over the smallest accomplishments. you parallel parked successfully? THAT’S MY WIFE!!!!
he treats your bra like a deadly ancient artifact whenever you ask him to unclasp it. “okay wait. hold on. i almost got it. why’s this built like a fucking escape room?”
once tried to carry you bridal style to be romantic. immediately dropped you both onto the couch because he tripped over absolutely nothing. another time he knocked you out on the doorframe.
if you’re shorter than him he rests his chin on your head constantly. if you’re taller than him he still tries. the posture is horrendous.
shamelessly fishes for compliments. “babe do i look sexy today?” — “you’re wearing one sock and my shirt?” — “answer the question.”
he sees you naked and suddenly turns into the loudest man alive. “WOOOOOOO!!!!” then rips his shirt off like in the werewolf meme.
genuinely thinks couple arguments can be solved with snacks and cuddles. “okay but what if we held hands and got noodles instead?”
Enjin was obsessed with the sound of your voice. The sweet melody you emitted when you spoke drove him wild. You could even tell him you wished him dead, and his heart would pound like crazy just from hearing it coming from you.
He was obsessed with seeing you wear his uniform jacket, or when you couldn't find your clothes in the morning and opted for his shirt that left nothing to the imagination. He would simply bite his lip and imagine the most insane things with you in them.
"Enjin," you would say, and he would look at you with eyes full of lust, a gleam that not even his Jinki could produce.
"Yes, baby?" he would reply, his hand encircling your waist and pulling you dangerously close with that smile that drove you crazy.
His other hand would move to your face, gently caressing your cheek, his thumb would brush your lips as you spoke, and his eyes would never leave yours. He was simply obsessed.
he has something for u
enjin's name
a lil silly idea when i found out enjin's real name
Read your Enjin x plus size/chubby reader headcanons and it had me like this while reading it
I need more pls🙏 thank you sm for blessing us
A/n- Oh my god for some reason I couldn' figure out what to write for the life of me and I had to consult my friend to get a few ideas and here's one of them, I might post the others later. Thank you so much for liking what I'm putting out <3 Not proof read
Implied NSFW at the end
600+ words
Enjin x Plus Size Reader
Suprise tattoo?
₊˚🍡𖦹🌸‧₊˚.enjin x plus sized!fem reader
summary - enjin is late for date night. he makes it up you.
cw - cunnilingus , vaginal fingering , enjin generally being a freak , thigh trapping , slight breathe play (enjin receiving)
enjin was loyal. undeniably so. when he tells you he'll do something, he means it, even if it takes dragging his ass to get there. he's good about making time for you and only you despite his erratic and at times, dangerous job. that all being said, he was late for date night. by now, you would have gotten word about his position, but.. nothing. when you ask semiu about the job he left for that morning, she too had no updates from the Cleaners team Akuta. it had you worried sick. had the team been downed? did they lose their transportation back to HQ? had your nightmare become reality?
"hey, babe." you lift yourself off the bed, staring at the man you call your boyfriend. at this rate, called. "what the hell?" you exclaim. you jump up to run to enjin. he opens his arms for a hug but is instead met with a slap across the face. "damn, girl! what's got you peeved?" he rubs his cheek. "where have you been? did something happen? why didn't you update semiu?" you demand. he looks away, quirking a brow. "the mission didn't go completely as planned. let's just say that the team got cooked in a battle we weren't prepared for." he sighed. "i'm still alive, though." he patted his stomach where bandages you hadn't noticed wrapped around his abdomen. "oh, enjin.." your anger fizzled out. you can't be mad at an injured man.