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At last, Saturday came. Nothing but pure relaxation, right? Well⌠it was supposed to be.
"Heya, boo~" Enjin cooed just as you were about to reach the kitchen. He slipped behind you, his arm dropping over your shoulders. "Semiu's shift ends later. Gives us time for drinks and a good time. You in?" He flashed his signature grin.
"Yeah, sure. Why notâŚ" you sighed. The last time you drank with them, you blacked out so badly Gris had to carry you to your room while Semiu lectured you about knowing your limits.
The morning passed with you helping around HQ like second nature. Lunch was spent with Eishia, gently trying to spark conversation with the shy girl. By afternoon, you changed into something flashy enough for a night out but practical enough in case you ended up drunk again.
When you stepped outside HQ, Enjin and Semiu were waiting. Semiu's distinct tapered white pixie cut framed her face sharply as she looked you over. "No jewelry tonight?" she teased.
"No. It'll get lost⌠or worse, stolen," you admitted, which made Enjin laugh while Semiu let out a small chuckle.
On the way to the bar, Enjin drove, one hand lazy on the wheel. "Gris isn't coming?" you asked. "Mans said heâs got errands," Enjin shrugged.
"Sounds like he's hiding something," Semiu muttered, eyes on the window. "Not that I care enough to dig." Even if she said that, she probably already knew what Gris had been doing.
The bar was packed when you arrived, music loud and lights flashing. Weekend energy buzzed through the air. You were nearly wasted. Nearly. Across the room, Enjin was chatting up a couple of ladies, grinning effortlessly. Semiu seemed occupied with someone clearly her type. Meanwhile, you stared at the last sip in your glass like it was a challenge you couldn't win.
And just when the night couldn't get worse, someone slid into the seat beside you. "Whaâ?" you asked, eyesight blurry. "You here alone?" the stranger grinned, leaning too close as you swayed.
Before you could answer, a hand caught your wrist. "Careful." It was Enjin and his tone was definitely not that same playful tone. His arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you upright against him. "They're not alone," he said smoothly, smile present but eyes sharp. The guy raised his hands. "Come ooon, I was just being friendly." "Be friendly somewhere else," Enjin replied lightly, edge unmistakable. That alone made the stranger back off.
"Well, you're nearly gone," Semiu said as she approached, giving you a quick assessment. "You let them drink that much again?" "They said they could handle it," Enjin replied. "I cooooould," you muttered, immediately wobbling. Semiu sighed at your intoxicated state. "You're done." You still reached for the glass, but Enjin slid it away. "Boss lady said no." "But whyyyy, I'm not... hic drunk yetâŚ" you protested. "You absolutely are," Semiu deadpanned.
The music pounded around you, but Enjin's grip at your waist stayed steady. "You good?" he asked, quieter now. You hummed, leaning into him. Semiu watched the way he held you for a moment before turning toward the exit. "We're leaving," she said before eyeing you. "And I'm not carrying them this time." "Yeah, dont worry. I'll carry 'em," Enjin replied instantly. You lifted your head slightly, smiling like some idiot. "Princess carry?" "Don't push it," Semiu warned, but Enjin was definitely up for it. But unfortunate that Semiu had to give him a warning look too.
Outside, the cooler air hit your face. Enjin kept his arm around you all the way to the car, protective without making a show of it, while Semiu walked close enough to step in if needed. Saturday was supposed to be pure relaxation. Instead, it ended with you half-drunk, Enjin hovering more than he'd admit, and Semiu pretending she didnât notice. Somehow, it still felt like a good night.
Sunday
The time you woke up, you thought everything was cruel.
You woke up with your head pounding and your mouth dry, only to be greeted by Tomme hovering over you with the most judgmental pout you'd ever seen. "You look awful," she said immediately. "Like a prune. A worn-out one." You groaned and tried to turn away, but she flicked your forehead. "There was drool. Eyes half-squinting. You looked nonfunctional." "Please stop talking." "No." Despite the scolding, she handed you water and medicine, helped you wash up, and shoved clean clothes at you. Muttering the entire time, of course.
When you reached the kitchen, Gris and Follo were already eating. Follo smiled softly. "Good Morning!" Gris glanced at you and smirked. "You alive?" "Unfortunately," you muttered, sitting down. Breakfast was simple, warm, and peaceful. It had been a while since the Supporters just sat together like this without chaos looming over them.
Then Tomme betrayed you. "They woke up looking like some dehydrated prune," she informed the two men. "Drool and everything." "Tomme." you warned again. That made Gris laugh immediately while Follo tried to hide his smile. You just covered your face. "I hate it here." "No, I'm pretty sure you love it here," Gris corrected, smiling and all while he ate his breakfast.
Not long after, the four of you were dispatched to support Rudo and Zanka. At the trash site, the beast was massive and loud, writhing through heaps of debris. You all moved without needing to say much. Follo and Gris distracted it, keeping it busy while Rudo and Zanka prepared their finish. Tomme stood back, calmly taking notes even with rubble flying. You stayed near her, shielding her whenever debris came too close. "Left," she mentioned as she saw something fly in the corner of her eye. But you successfully blocked it. "You're welcome." you said with a grin.
Rudo and Zanka struck together, and in one clean swoop the trash beast collapsed. Silence. Thenâ "I got it." "No, you didnât." "You were too slow." "You were too loud." Follo sighed and Gris laughed at their exchange. You just watched the two argue the entire way back.
When you returned to HQ, the Cleaners were oddly gathered near the mess hall. Before you could question it, Tomme pushed you forward. "Come on, you walk so slow..." "What are youâ"
Pop!
Confetti exploded in your face. Dear and Guita were the ones holding the confetti cone, launchers still smoking. The mess hall was decorated, tables filled with food, a cake displayed in the center. Rudo immediately tried to run for it, but Enjin grabbed him by the collar. "Absolutely not." "Let me go!" "No."
You blinked. "What's happening?" Semiu crossed her arms. "You don't remember yesterday at all?" Gris stepped forward, hands in his pockets, looking almost smug. "Good. That means the distraction worked." "Distraction?" "It's your anniversary," Follo said gently. "One year since you joined."
You stared. A year. It's already been a year.
Gris shrugged slightly. "We needed you out yesterday to prepare. So Enjin and Semiu took you out drinking. You were too drunk to notice anything."
"So you used my terrible alcohol tolerance against me?" you asked in a deadpanned stare.
"Hey, you did that yourself," Enjin called out, crossing his arms as if he was scolding you. Laughter filled the hall, and you couldnât even be mad.
Everyone crowded around the food, arguing over portions and cake slices. As you stood there, still processing it, someone stepped behind you. It was Corvus. "So," he murmured, voice low, "How's HQ for you so far now that you reached a year?"
You looked at the decorations, the arguing, the laughter, the chaos that somehow felt like home. Rudo still trying to sneak a finger into the cake. Enjin holding him back by the hood. Tomme scolding both of them while Gris pretended he wasn't proud of how the surprise turned out and Follo quietly fixing the crooked banner.
The scene made you huff a small laugh. "It's loud. It's messy. Half of them are insane. Nevermind, all of them are definitely insane," you said, glancing back at Corvus. "But it's the kind of chaos I'd choose."
Your smile softened, "And I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Despite not being a Giver, being a Supporter was all you needed in the world. You didn't need to land the final blow or stand at the front. You were there in the background, shielding, assisting, holding things together when they threatened to fall apart. And somehow, that was enough.
More than enough.
You glanced back at the chaos unfolding over the cake and allowed yourself a small, certain smile.
This was where you belonged to the most. This was your home.
slight 18+ , sleepy drabble , enjin bc he wouldn't leave my goddamn mind
You'd think you were crazy when you saw the entirety of Enjin's tattoos.
The way it wasn't only just engraved in his arms, but also on his back, neck, nape, even on his navel. You saw all of it when he was fresh out of the shower. You were just about to annoy the guy, door always open for you so you went in. Then there he was. Steam escaping the bathroom, towel around his waist, hair down.
Your mouth went agape as you yelled out, "I'M SORRY FOR BARGING IN!" before you closed the door shut and ran somewhere far way from Enjin.
But that was when you were both friends.
Your fascination on his tattoos, the addiction to stare at them longer than intend became waaaay worse when you both became a thing.
First it was his hands, bigger than yours, warmer. When you kissed it, Enjin was surprised and slightly flustered at the same time. Nearly broke the poor guy as to why you suddenly kissed his hand.
Then in intimate moments, it would be his neck. Wet kisses to soft bites, then hickeys covered by the black ink.
His arms, you liked it a lot when he hugs you. Especially when you'd sleep next to him, he'd always wrap his big strong arms around you. Shamelessly, you'd sometimes find yourself teasingly bite his biceps. Couldn't help it though, not when you would imagine yourself getting headlocked by him.
Then his nape, oh how you loved it whenever you'd kiss it as well, would feel him slightly shiver before putting up that cocky attitude he has.
His back, you were careful not to deeply claw at him whenever he's balls deep inside you. You didn't want to leave scratches or red marks on the pretty patterns. :((
Then that tattoo on his stomach. Oh how Enjin likes it when you go down on him, eyes glued to each other. He'd smirk, run his fingers on your hair while he watched you lick and kiss down from his pecs to his navel.
Wait, did I mention you liked his hands? Sorryâ not like. You love his hands. Not just when you'd walk hand in hand, arm hooked on his, but you loved the salty taste of his fingers in your mouth.
Tongue out, two fingers in your mouth, eyes half-lidded while you're nearly teary-eyed. Hot. That look on your face always made lil Enjin throb inside you. Also when you'd specifically lead his hand on your neck, urge or ask him to choke you.
Now, Enjin wasn't one to hurt women. Especially not his woman. But when you'd look at him with such a fucked out expression while your cunt squeezed him, his principles of never hurt women would come crumbling down as he fulfills your kinky little requests.
Though, when Enjin notices how much you'd pay attention to his tattoos only, he'd teasingly pout and whine, say you only cared about him because of how hot he looks.
That's not true now, is it?
"Seriously, you're going with that?" you asked, arms crossed as you sat on his bed, back against the headboard.
"Yeaaah," Enjin sighed dramatically. "You're always staring at my tats. And everyone's always after my looks." He hugged himself, feigning a sob. "But what about my little heart? Enjinâs heart?"
Dramatic. You couldnât help but laugh at his performance. "It's because Enjin's heart is already mine," you said with a grin as you crawled toward him and wrapped your arms around him. "So no one's gonna be after it but me."
You love Enjin. A lot. Maybe even too much, enough that you'd scream his name until the Ground and the Sphere could hear it. Sure, you appreciated how he looked. But it was always what was inside that mattered more.
His words, from a silly one liner to becoming a talk that would reach deep into someone's heart. He was a silly guy, but when the moment's serious, he was the first to offer encouragement, the first to make things feel lighter.
His actions spoke even louder. He was a clumsy driver, teased you with soft punches and pinches, but he remembered everything. He gave you things that reminded him of you, dragged you out on dates that almost always ended with Semiu scolding him for being gone again. Every day. Every night. He never missed a chance to be with you. And on missions, you were always his priority, his eyes finding you first, even before the trash beasts were to make their attacks.
His love where he knew you deserve more than what he gives you. He felt like a lucky bastard scoring a hottie like you. To wake up with you, breathe the same air as you, love you. He wasn't a cheesy guy who'd always say "I love yous", matter of fact he was still shy saying those three words. So he'd make it up from his actions.
Enjin who brought everyone together, managed to pull you towards him too.
...
"And a Chainsaw Man reference? Really?" you asked, your voice flat as you spoke into him, arms still wrapped around your boyfriend. "Have you been going through Shikageâs stuff again?"
"Can't blame the guy, he has tastes. And I like Denji too. Me and him have something... In common," Enjin smirked, pulled away from the hug as his eyes traveled down your chest. And of course one that was in Enjin's natural instinct already, his innuendos that would often leave you speechless or annoyed.
"Perv," you mumbled as you crawled away from him, grabbed his blanket and covered it over your body.
"Hey, you're a perv too, y'know..."
just one small fic before I continue the daily life as a supporter one... or maybe the tamsy one.... decisions decisions...
A bit 18+ (question mark), just gotta get the thirst for this man outta my system... this is what happens when I read and watch too many edits of this man đ
It was a surprise when you found Tamsy still sound asleep, eyes closed and breathing slow. Normally, youâd already be awake by now, roused by your boyfriendâs music. It always started gentle, then escalated into hard metal rock. Whenever you slept in his room, it jolted you awake so often that youâd eventually learn to wake up before he even pressed play.
His morning ritual had become your damn alarm clock. But this time, Tamsy was still asleep, both arms wrapped around you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. The view of him sleeping so peacefully made you smile.
His usually styled hair was sprawled across the covers, surprisingly straight and silky. It reminded you of dolls with impossibly smooth hair that it was almost unreal.
Carefully, you shifted your position. One arm rested on the pillow, your head propped on your hand, while the other gently brushed through his long hair with your fingers.
Tamsy stirred, letting out a small groan before settling back into sleep. Since you didn't want to accidentally wake him up, you continued slowly, watching his calm, sleeping expression. Your eyes lingered on the scar on his face, it was imperfect for such an angelic-like person, and it was enough to make you frown as you wondered what happened in his past that made him earn such a scar.
it made you lean in closer and press a soft kiss to the scar. Your hand slid from his hair to his cheek, caressing him gently.
Ever aware of his surroundings, Tamsy fluttered his eyes open when he felt your lips. "mmm... awake already?" he murmured, his arms tightening around you.
"Yeah, I woke up a few minutes ago... Sorry if I woke you up," you apologized, placing another kiss on the scar before drifting to his eye. Youâd always found his eyelashes pretty, the way they matched his white-blonde hair.
Tamsy never understood why you were so fascinated with him. He was just... normal, or so he always said. Still, instead of stopping you, he kept his arms around your waist as you kissed his face, too sleepy to argue anyway.
Seeing as how your boyfriend didn't stop you, instead just closed his eyes and kept his arms around you, your actions started to become bolder.
From his face you found oh-so pretty, your lips began to kiss down on his jaw to his neck. Teasingly, placed a kiss on his neck where his pulse beat. Then from there, you just continued on teasing Tamsy by relishing in his reactions with every kiss you left on his neck. Occasionally nipping on his skin softly.
He tried to go back to sleep. After a long week of missions, going to places where you didn't know where he went, he wanted nothing but rest. But he guessed this was your punishment to him by not taking you with.
You grew bolder, from kisses to soft licks, then to sucking in his smooth skin as you swore that you'd leave some hickeys. Tamsy tried to be unbothered by your actions, but his heavy, becoming unstable breathing caught your attention.
Ah, fuck it. He always interrupted your mornings with his loud ass music, what better way to interrupt his by listening to his voice that were music to your ears?
Slowly, but still moved with urgency, you began to crawl down underneath the blankets. Your hands that softly caressed your boyfriend's face earlier began to wander down on his body.
Sliding your hands underneath his shirt to feel the way his stomach would sink, holding him on his waist as your lips pressed on his navel. Ah, the way he quivered a bit. So pretty.
Your teeth began to tug down on the waistband of his pants, your breathing was equally as unstable with his, excited at what surprise this angel has in store for you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! What is with this guy that's gotten me so worked up today?! I just wanted to look at his face while he was sleeping... Eventually braid his hair silly before he wakes up and now what?! Ahhh... I wanna suck his cock SO BAD, look up at him while my mouth's balls deep, and then and then my eyes tearing up while I choke on itâOhhh lil Tamsy Caines, come to mamaâ
But before you'd get to fully remove his pants with your teeth, a loud knock landed on Tamsy's door.
"TAMSY! RISE AND SHINE, IT'S NEARLY LUNCH AND YOU'RE STILL NOT AWAKE?" Delmon yelled out on the other side of the door, his voice was as always, eager and loud. "If you want... I can help wake you spirits up by reciting our team's mottoâ"
Just as Delmon was ready to give another heartfelt, full of passion speeches, Tamsy yelled out, "OKAY! I'm awake, you can save your speeches for later!"
You curled yourself underneath the blanket, mouth definitely away from the waistband, hands away from his body. And eyes widened, surprised by Delmon's shouting.
Tamsy lifted the blanket up, stared at you, his eyebrows furrowed, face in a frown, and eyes that definitely begged for you to continue. His eyes shifted away from you and towards the clock. Well damn, it was already 11 in the morning. Just how much did he oversleep?
Spilt from his want to stay in bed and the need to finish whatever mission he had for today, he felt his inner self clawing on the floor, begging to stay.
"I'll be back later," said Tamsy as began to sit on the edge of the bed, pulled you off of him. It made you pout, you were already drooling at the idea of giving your boyfriend head in the morning. Well, near on afternoon now.
You sighed, face plopped down on the sheets. "Okay, get back safelyâ"
Your words were cut off as Tamsy suddenly grabbed you by the hair, didn't entirely hurt you but made sure your eyes were locked on his. "And you better ready that mouth of yours. Because I will fuck it 'til your jaw's used to it."
Well, what's wrong in releasing a little of inner Tamsy when he was just currently and unfortunately edged?
T'was supposed to be a lazy and peaceful morning. But it already started on a bad one as Tamsy was rushed into perfecting his usual hairdo, jogging his way outside HQ, and definitely eager to get back to you.
"What's gotten you so worked up today?" Delmon asked.
Having to clean up after a mess from fighting trash beasts wasnât exactly a bother. In fact, that was part of your duty as cleaners. But having to clean yourselves after fighting a horde of elephant-like trash beasts that could blow anyone away with just their trunks wasnât exactly what you all expected.
âWhoa, nice hairdo, Rudo. Trynaâ copy Dear?â Riyo teased. Apparently, not only had you all been blown away by the elephant trash beast earlierâbut your hair too. Fortunately, Riyo was the only one who managed to dodge their attacks.
âWhat?!â Rudo exclaimed, rushing to a nearby car to check his reflection in the side mirror. His hair was completely blown back. His bangs, normally covering his forehead, now slicked away, looking like theyâd been caught in a strong gust. âWell, at least youâre not the only oneâŚâ Riyo glanced at you, your hair looking eerily similar to Rudoâs.
Both of you exaggeratedly groaned. âOh, come on⌠just when I finished using my new conditioner this morning.â You pouted, trying to rearrange your hair back to normal. Unfortunately, it stayed stiff. Riyo laughed before offering help. âDonât worry. Iâve got just the thing.â
âHuh?â you and Rudo asked at the same time, even glancing at each other.
When the three of you returned, you were relieved that only Semiu saw you. She was barely holding in her laughter. Thank goodness no one else did, especially Enjin. You and Rudo wouldâve been the HQâs unforgettable laughing stock.
But, if anyone cared deeply about hair, it was Riyo. Maybe Tamsy too, judging by his hairstyle, he must spend hours styling it.
âWow, this smells nice. Whereâd you get it?â you asked as Riyo applied the hair gel to Rudo as well. âMmm, picked it up from a store last week after finishing a job,â she replied. âCanât lie, the sales talk got me into buying it.â
You noticed how Rudo practically short-circuited as Riyo massaged his scalp, carefully applying the gel while styling his hair. His face screamed I canât believe a girl is styling my hair. The thought made you snicker, but then you instantly fell silent the moment you landed your gaze back to Rudoâs hair.
Of course, Riyo couldnât resist messing with him. Curious, she styled his hair to look exactly like Dearâs. Thatâs when silence filled the room.
âWhy are you guys looking at me like that?â Rudo asked, completely clueless. âIs there something on my face?â
âStyle it likeâlike Zankaâsââ you said, barely holding your laughter. Riyo nodded, immediately understanding.
She got to work. At first, it was just Riyo styling Rudo. Then you joined in. Thatâs when Rudo nearly exploded, eyes bugging out akin to a bug when you lifted up a rock.
First was Zankaâs hairstyle. Then Enjinâs. Then Tamsyâs. And thatâs when you and Riyo burst out laughing. âOh my god! Wanna grab Tokushin while youâre at it, Rudo?â you laughed, dropping to your knees. âHuh?! What did you twoââ Rudo bolted past you, straight to the bathroom. Thatâs where he saw it, realized it, and fumed.
âWHAT DID YOU TWO DO?â He stormed back, eyebrows furrowed. âYOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?â Before either of you could respond, he grabbed the nearest item.
It transformed. A hair dryer. An upgraded hair dryer to be exact.
Fueled by vengeance, Rudoâs goal was clear: to ruin you and Riyoâs hair just like you did to him.
Thursday was supposed to be a relaxing day for some. Like Semiu, who had just finished assigning missions and was peacefully reading her explicit magazines. That peace shattered when loud voices and footsteps echoed through the hall. âWhat is all this commotion?â she muttered, clicking her tongue as the noise grew closer.
Corvus had just returned to HQ when the three of you barreled through the hallway. Rudo wielding an upgraded hair dryer, you and Riyo running for your lives. âGET BACK HERE!â Rudo yelled. âNot a chance!â Riyo shot back as you all disappeared around the corner.
âItâs certainly lively today,â Corvus commented, concern laced in his voice. âUgh, kids these days,â Semiu replied, adjusting her posture and her magazine. âYou never know how much energy they have.â
For some reason, seeing his people relaxed, laughing, and Rudo finally fitting in with the cleaners made Corvusâs stress and worries ease up. âI sure hope it stays that way.â
Friday
Flowers or any kind of plants never really grew in the Ground. Because of the trashâs wasteful atmosphere, any living thing was bound to die here. It was already a miracle that some were able to cultivate life at all.
Delmon was one of them. One of the rare gardeners who managed to grow plants and care for them properly. Even then, they needed extra attention, especially extra patience.
You liked flowers, especially colorful ones. You never knew there were different kinds of flowers until Delmon showed you a gardening book. For such a big, muscular man to have such a peaceful hobby. It surprised you at first.
âI didnât know flowers came in so many different kinds,â you said softly as you flipped through the book, pausing at pages filled with illustrations. âEven ones that look the same can be completely different.â Delmon nodded. âMost plants are like that. Some need more sunlight. Some donât like too much water. Others only grow well when the conditions are just right.â He glanced at the page. âItâs mostly about paying attention.â
Hearing Delmon speak so gently, so different from his usual deep, booming voice was a nice change. âArenât artificial flowers better than live ones?â Tamsy chimed in, walking over and sitting beside you. âThey donât wither. They stay the same and still look nice.â
You hummed, thinking about it. âMaybe. But caring for something alive isnât so bad.â You turned a page slowly. âYou give it your time. Your attention. You check on it, make sure itâs doing okay. And sometimes you have to change how you take care of it, depending on what it needs.â You hesitated, then added more quietly, âAnd even if it doesnât last⌠I donât think that always means you failed. Maybe it just lived as long as it was meant to.â
When you finished, the silence that followed made your face warm. âSorry,â you said quickly. âI didnât mean to ramble. I hope I didnât bore youââ
âNo,â Delmon said, cutting in gently. âI appreciate how you see it.â He lowered his head slightly, voice softer. âI think⌠she wouldâve liked hearing that too.â It took you a moment to realize who he meant. And before you could apologize, Delmon lifted his head again and smiled. âIâm sure youâll be able to plant your own flower someday.â
Your eyes stung, but you didnât want to dampen the mood. Instead, you just smiled and nodded as you let yourself imagine it, something small, alive, growing because you cared for it.
Tamsy noticed the change in your mood, surprisingly it made him smile too. Reaching up, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. âIâm sure itâll bloom beautifully.â
Another day, another clean up mission. Who better to accompany but the tedious and always-locked-in Zanka?
Of course, not every clean up ends up the way you guys wish it to be.
The mission was to iradicate a trash beast in a nearby town that didn't really had a strong protective metallic barrier like the other towns.
While Zanka fought, you helped by distracting the trash beast to face your way, kicking debris aside, calling out, making sure its attention stayed on you as it snapped and lunged. And when Zanka dealt that final blow, jumped high on the air with his Lovely Assistaff, landing cleanly after the strike, you couldn't help but be mesmerized.
"Whoa, Zanka! You finished it with one fell swoop! Pretty sick, especially your Lovely Assistaff." you complimented, clapping once as you jogged over, even went your way to kneel down and smile at the vital instrument, brushing the dust off its side. "Good job, Lovely Assistaff!"
Your compliment didn't much matter to him, it's not like you're the ever-so-cool Enjin that makes Zanka smile like some crazy guy when he hears a compliment from Enjin. But just from you, he felt his heart beat thump, fingers tightening around the staff, and a smug grin with a slight hue of a blush creeping up his cheeks.
"It ain't that much."
Tuesday
You just woke up and you could already hear August's loud voice. And of course that alone made you wake up. He was your daily alarm clock, and so was everyone's.
After you cleaned yourself up, made your way to HQ's dining hall, you saw Guita, Dear Santa, and Bro. The whole Team Child just eating their breakfast.
"Hey there, kiddos. What'd you guys have for breakfast?" you asked, leaned towards where Guita sat. "Chicky eggs and piggy skin!" the girl said enthusiastically. But of course, you were puzzled as to what she said.
"It's just some normal eggs and bacon, with some bread on the side. Good morning, Y/N." Bro chimed in, offered you a seat across them, to which you accepted.
As breakfast went on, you found yourself watching them more than eating. Guita kept swinging her legs under the table, humming between bites. Dear ate quietly, brows furrowed, but occasionally nudged Guitaâs plate closer when she got distracted. Bro noticed everything as he was refilling cups, wiping crumbs, gently reminding them to chew.
You didnât mean to hover. But you did. One conversation turned into another. Guita showed you how she could stack bread slices into a "tower." Dear challenged you to a staring contest. Bro sighed in resignation when the two kids dragged you into a game that somehow involved utensils and napkins.
Before you knew it, you were on the floor with them, laughing softly as Guita climbed over your back like it was a jungle gym.
"Careful," Bro warned, though there was no real bite to it. "Sheâs sturdy!" Guita declared and Dear hummed in agreement.
You stayed longer than you meant to. Longer than necessary but you didnât mind.
Eventually, after some time passed, a call came in. Team Child was being dispatched for a mission. Supporters had already been assigned. And you werenât much needed in said mission.
Bro stood, rubbing the back of his neck. "Alright," he said carefully. "Time to get ready." That was when Guita froze and Dear scowled.
"Youâre not coming?" Guita asked, eyes immediately watering. Her question made Dear's sucking on his pacifier more faster as if in such a young age, he was already stressed, and arms crossing tightly.
Bro stiffened. "Youâll be fine. Y/N has work too." But unfortunately, that didnât help.
Guita pouted openly, lower lip trembling. Dearâs glare sharpened and his foot stomped loudly, the kind that said he was two seconds away from destroying HQ and the whole Ground with him.
Their attitude made you hesitate and Bro noticed that. His shoulders slumped. "...You donât have to," he said quickly. "Itâs extra work. I can handle it." Then, the kids looked at you.
You sighed softly and smiled. "I can come." That alone made Guita shriek and jump in place. "Really?!" Dear didnât say anything, but the tension melted from his shoulders. He hummed, satisfied, turning away like it had been his idea all along.
Bro stared at you for a second, then bowed his head slightly. "Sorry for the trouble. And thank you." You waved it off. "I donât mind."
As the three gathered their things, you realized something simple and warm settled in your chest. Tuesday had no missions planned for you.
But somehow, it turned out to be one of your busiest and nicest days yet.
Wednesday
It was the middle of the week. And a hectic one. You were out helping along with your other supporter group. The trash beast that day was hard to beat, and the weather was particularly hot. So of course, it was a viable excuse that you got distracted by the heat and got slightly injured in the process.
No matter, you would be taken to a clinic anyway. But it was a choice between that old hag from the shady clinic, or your HQâs healer.
For the sake of not wanting to get scolded, you mustered up your strength to make it back to HQ, even with your injuries.
Yes, Eishia isnât as loud as her grandma or her big brother, but even her quiet scolding could turn into soft aggression when she saw you hurt.
"Next time, make sure not to overexert yourself. Keep your eyes on the enemy, and do bring some extra bottled water with you." Her voice was small, eyebrows slightly furrowed, as her charger-like vital instrument gently touched you.
The zaps werenât painful. Instead, they helped you regain your strength, warmth spreading through your limbs. And to that, you were grateful that your HQ had such a reliable healer.
"Thanks, Eishia. I promise it wonât happen again." You smiled, scratching the back of your neck, embarrassed at how clumsy youâd been earlier.
Eishia was a good friend, a good healer, and a good sister. Everyone in HQ was thankful for her. And of course, that came with August as well.
"IT BETTER NOT HAPPEN AGAIN!" August yelled enthusiastically. "I DONâT WANT YOUR GLORIOUS, HANDMADEâBY NONE OTHER BUT MOIâUNIFORM TO BE TORN TO SHREDS!"
His yelling wasnât really necessary, but maybe it was because of his loud headphones that his eardrums were probably busted. "Yeah, sorry too, August. Could you maybe repair the part that got ripped?" you asked, smiling like an idiot again.
"YAAAA, BETCHA!" And before August could leave the clinic, he grabbed onto your clothes as if he were about to strip them right off. Eishia noticed immediately and stood up, trying to pull her brother away.
"August, donât do that. Youâll rip her clothes even more," Eishia said firmly, tugging at your right arm.
"DONâTCHA WORRY, MAMAâS SECOND BEST! IâLL MAKE HER A BRAND NEW, EVEN MORE UNRIPPABLE UNIFORM!" August yelled back, grabbing your left arm and pulling at the sleeve.
Back and forth you went.
The Stilza siblings were renowned as the best supporters with the most useful vital instruments in HQ.
Here's a little short fic after being gone for a long while... Been into gachiakuta and that scene from when Rudo and Enjin talked awoken smth in me in the middle of 12am...
This is more like a shy, overthinking reader x enjin fic!
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It was after the team had set out for Canvas Town, and youâd just finished another cleanup at an ordinary trash dump site.
When you returned, the HQ felt strangely quiet.
Your overly teasing boyfriend wasnât around. You were used to Augustâs random noises and Enjinâs loud, easy laughter echoing through the place. But there was one voice you hadnât heard in a while. That absence nagged at you enough to make you seek out Semiu.
"Theyâre on a mission," she told you plainly. "Someone with information on Spherites. Canvas Town. Protection spells and all that. Theyâre probably already in No Manâs Land by now."
So you waited.
You were never much of a talker. If anything, you were probably the next shyest person after Eishia. People often wondered how someone like you ended up with Enjin. Someone so fox-like in attitude, brimming with charisma, loud where you were quiet.
But beneath the flamboyance, he listened. He remembered details about people, knew how to defuse some arguments, and somehow always had the right advice at the right time. That was the Enjin you knew.
When the Akuta team finally returned along with Tamsy and Delmon just behind, you overheard something you hadnât meant to.
"What did Enjin mean when he said he liked curvy chicks?" Rudo muttered. "She doesnât look that curvy to me... "
You froze.
Curvy?
Sure, you were shy. You didnât wear revealing clothes, didnât draw attention to yourself. But still. Hearing it out loud planted a thought you couldnât shake.
It shouldnât matter. Physical attraction wasnât everything. Enjin didnât have to like you for your figure. Right?
The more you told yourself that, the worse it got. You overthought until it felt like steam might actually start escaping your head. And like any true overthinker, the only solution was to confront the thought directly.
So when the opportunity presented itself, Enjin alone in his room, blissfully unaware, you took it. "Jin," you said softly, standing by the doorway before you entered his room and closed the door. "I need to ask you something."
Your voice was the same as always, your posture just as nervous, but your eyes betrayed you. Worry, curiosity, doubt, all tangled together. Enjin noticed immediately.
"Sure," he said easily, one eyebrow lifting. "Whatâs up, babe?"
You fidgeted with your fingers, searching for the right way to say it without just blurting it out.
"Well... I overheard a conversation earlier. Andâ" You hesitated, then took a breath. "Do you think Iâm... curvy?"
Silence.
For half a second, you braced yourself. Then Enjin laughed.
Not mocking, never that. But surprised, warm, genuine. He stepped closer, towering over you before gently placing his hands at your waist. "Babe," he said between quiet chuckles, "have you seen yourself? Youâre curvy in all the right places. What even put that thought in your head?"
You swallowed. "Rudo said you liked curvy girls. And he said I didnât look that curvy, so..."
That only made Enjin laugh again, softer this time. You remembered thenâmost people had never really seen you beyond loose clothes and modest layers.
Seeing you pout over something so small made his expression melt.
"Guess thatâs on me," he admitted, thumbs brushing reassuring circles into your sides. "I shouldâve just said your name instead of dancing around it."
He leaned closer, voice dropping. "I was giving the kid some advice. Told him about my own bad traits first, then stuff I needed to grow out of." His forehead rested briefly against yours, grounding you.
"And then I told him I like smart women," he continued, gentle and sincere. "Someone patient. Someone who can forgive me after all the dumb things I do."
You didnât even realize youâd been backed against the door until you felt it cool against your spine, his presence warm and steady in front of you.
"And yeah," he added with a grin, hands settling more confidently at your sides, "I do like my woman curvy in aaaall the right places."
His tone softened as he leaned in towards you, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear that made you shiver. Then whispered words meant only for you, gripped your sides softly as if to punctuate the words he'd say after.
"And Iâd really like to remind that woman just how perfectly she fits with me."
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"Gris." Rudo spoke around the lollipop hanging from his mouth as he called out to the gentleman seated on the couch.
"Yes, Rudo?" Gris lowered the book he was reading, probably one of the new reports Tomme had just finished jotting down.
Rudo didnât answer right away. The conversation with Enjin earlier still sat weird with him. Mostly because it didnât make sense. When Enjin said he liked curvy women, Rudo had tried to picture it, and the only thing that came to mind was akin to a noodle.
Curvy meant bendy. Long. Curvy. And no matter how much he thought about it, you didnât look like a noodle.
"So," Rudo started slowly, frowning around the lollipop, "when someone says they like curvy people..." Gris looked up. "... do they mean people shaped like noodles?"
There was a pause.
Gris blinked then responded, "No."
Rudo squinted. "Then why say curvy?"
"Because that's the word," Gris replied flatly.
"But Enjin said he likes curvy chicks," Rudo continued. "She doesnât look curvy. She looks normal."
"That's because you are misunderstanding the term." Gris replied, deadpanned at the clueless Rudo.
Rudo clicked his tongue. "I donât see how. Curvy is curvy."
"You're comparing a person to food."
"...Itâs a fair comparison."
"It's not."
Another pause.
Rudo stared at the floor, clearly unconvinced. "Adults are weird." And that was cue for Gris to return to his book, the faintest hint of a smile on his face.
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