falling asleep on zanka's shoulder in the car after a mission.
enjin's driving always drives you insane.
but leaning into zanka's warmth drives you to achieve the highest level of insanity no man has ever witnessed.
you sit beside zanka in the car, and with enjin behind the wheel, the road seems much rockier. however, something was off. it was awfully quiet today, with the car speaker apparently broken.
still, enjin hummed loudly. the broken speaker didn't seem much of a problem to him.
zanka had one arm propped up against the window, gazing out at the scenery. after a long day out on a mission, he finally looked calm for the first time today.
you felt your eyelids grow heavier, your body and mind unaccustomed to the absence of the usual noise booming out from the speaker.
zanka noticed how you started drifting off to dreamland, your head snapping suddenly everytime you tried to fight the drowsiness that was pulling you in. removing his arm from the window, he moved closer and settled beside you.
you felt him nudge you lightly, taking your hand in his, drawing small circles on the back of your hand. your mind was too hazy from the feeling of sleepiness to properly react to his touch.
feeling zanka's presence close to you, your body relaxed comfortably and finally succumbed to the will of hypnos.
as if acting on muscle memory, your head lay on zanka's firm shoulder, and he willed himself not to move until you woke up, which is probably when you reach the headquarters, but he doesn't really mind.
enjin took a glance at the rearview mirror and saw zanka's head on top of yours. your hands were linked, with fingers intertwined, on zanka's lap. he couldn't resist the smile forming on his face. if only he had a camera in hand and wasn't driving right now... the blackmail would go crazy.
"yep, should definitely bring them together on more missions," was what enjin thought at that moment, before he almost crashed on a rock, which he thankfully avoided, but almost snapped the two lovebirds (you and zanka) sitting at the back of the car awake.
you'll probably not be the only one to wake up feeling flustered to the moment you realize you slept on each other's shoulder, with your hands unashamedly locked and intertwined.
because even zanka goes insane at the slightest of your touch. not that he's complaining.
ft. tamsy, enjin, zanka x reader | 1.3k words. (each varies in length) | masterlist.
no pronouns used. fluff. kisses. eating food. petnames were used (only a mention or two, darling/babe). enjin chokes (sorry, he’s an idiot).
TAMSY CAINES ˎˊ˗
you were at a small and modest cafe with tamsy, taking a break from the travel on the way to your job today.
you sat in front of him, munching on your own slice of strawberry cake, while he calmly drinks his tea.
tamsy held a newspaper in one hand, and a teacup in the other, he drank while reading, seemingly immersed in the news written on it. the tea glosses his lips, and he licks the corner of his lips with his tongue.
how could he have such pretty pink and plump lips?
you pouted while chewing, puffing your cheeks a bit. who wouldn’t be jealous of such pretty lips?
tamsy brought the newspaper down and pinned his gaze on you with one eyebrow raised, and an amused smile.
“yes, darling?”
you averted your gaze from him, feeling the blood rush to the tips of your ears.
“nothing,” you mumbled, and took another bite from your strawberry cake.
you heard tamsy shuffle from his seat, and the next thing you know, he was sitting beside you with a teasing look on his face.
tamsy leans on the table with an elbow propped up, as you look at him, flustered and clueless.
“w-what?” you stuttered.
“you’re so adorable, have i told you that?” tamsy teased, the smile never leaving his face.
the words were lost in your mouth. tamsy, the ever so elegant and beautiful giver in all of the cleaners hq—heck, in all of the people in the ground, even—, with his gorgeous glowing eyes and lips, just called you ‘adorable,’ and you have no fucking idea how to respond to his all-knowing but seemingly innocent smile.
“stop looking at me like that,” you looked away from him and his eyes.
tamsy chuckled. “you have something on your lips.”
“what? where?”
“here.”
tamsy held your cheek, and leaned close to your face. his lips lightly touched the corner of your own.
“all gone,” he said with a smile.
you felt your brain short-circuits, your face heating up from his touch, the feeling of his lips lingered on yours.
tamsy caines, the devil of a tease you are.
ENJIN ˎˊ˗
enjin sat next to you in the dining room of the cleaners hq and wolfed down the lunch food you were given.
“slow the fuck down, enjin,” you reprimanded him.
“i chan’t! thiz ish way two goodfh!” he talked with his mouth full.
you cringed, and rolled your eyes at him.
why do i like this man?
still, you can’t deny enjin’s words. after a long day of work, all you want to do is eat everything in sight to quiet down the rumbling in your stomach.
you rapidly ate your food as well, but slow enough to not choke on it.
speaking of,
enjin let out a hard choking sound, and tapped your shoulder aggressively, but not too harsh.
“what?” you glared at him, just to let him relish in the consequences of his actions, despite knowing what he needed at that point.
“w-wha…te…r.” he pointed at the row of glasses and the pitcher of water in front of you, coughing and choking on his food.
you hurriedly poured him a glass of water, which he took from you with shaking hands. you watched him chug the water down to satisfaction.
enjin slammed the glass on the table and heaved a sigh of relief.
“whew, that was a nice lunch.”
“you almost died,” you said, as a matter of fact.
enjin grinned at you foolishly. “that’s not enough to kill me, babe.”
“yeah? you’ve got sauce on your cheek.” you pointed at his right cheek.
“ha? where?” he made unfruitful attempts to wipe it off, unaware of where it was.
you sighed. “right here.”
you took a napkin and wiped the sauce off his face.
“it’s gone.”
enjin looked at you with innocent eyes. “you have sauce as well, on your lips.”
“i don’t—?!”
enjin leaned in, placed his hand on your neck and kissed you on the lips, just a quick kiss but enough to leave you flustered (but you are not going to show it to him, no!)
“what the freak, enjin?” you frantically looked around to see if anyone saw what he did. luckily, everyone seemed to be focused on their own food and groups of people.
“oops, my bad. i thought it was ketchup, turns out it was just your lipstick.” enjin smirked.
“wipe that smirk off your face, you jerk!” you hissed at him, careful not to shout out loud.
“don’t hit me! i know you love me, babe!”
enjin, you are going to be the DEATH of me.
ZANKA NIJIKU ˎˊ˗
you were at the common room, watching rudo and riyo bicker while playing cards.
it was your day off. or rather, team akuta just decided that today was team akuta’s day off (enjin’s nowhere to be seen right now).
you sat in the corner on a couch beside zanka, with a pack of biscuit on your lap. more snacks and two cans of fruit juice were on the small table in front of you.
“this goes on top of this one, rudo,” riyo corrected the spherite boy.
rudo scratched the back of his head. “i don’t understand this game at all…”
you giggled at their interaction, it was nice to see them getting along so well. with rudo joining the cleaners, going on jobs just became more interesting than before.
you looked at zanka, and saw his brows furrowed as always.
zanka ate the chips in his hand while staring at nothing. his mind seemed to be elsewhere. after the fight with the raiders, jabber specifically, when rudo almost got kidnapped, you knew he wanted to train as hard as he could, to prepare in case the raiders attack again. but you told him to take it easy today, to rest just a little.
you know zanka is strong, but of course, telling him that is not enough. he always wants to strive even harder, and you love him for that. you just hope he doesn’t strain himself too much.
“what?”
zanka’s voice pulled you out from your pool of thoughts.
you responded, stammering, “what?”
“you were starin’ at me,” zanka said.
you shook your head and waved your hands in front of your face, while holding a biscuit in your right hand. “what? no, i wasn’t.”
“stop lyin’. what is it?”
“nothing. it’s just that— oh, you have something on your lips.” you pointed out to him.
you were going to tell him he needs to rest his mind too, not just his body, but you were distracted by the crumbs of chips on the side of his lips.
“hm? where?” he tried brushing them off.
you reached your hand out, and wiped them off yourself. your finger lingered a little more on his lips.
brushing your finger again on his lips, you leaned in to him. closing the gap, you kissed him on the lips.
zanka sat there, dumbfounded, with no idea what to do or what happens next.
you giggled a little. “you messy eater.”
“y-you…” zanka fumbled over his words, his face was flushed red, and he could feel the loud beat of his heart against his chest. “i’m not a messy eater,” he mumbled.
you chuckled and poke his chest teasingly. “sure, sure.”
“get yer finger off me…!”
you laughed at how red his ears were.
“that finger is clean, excuse you!”
“ah, rudo, get used to it,” you heard riyo say, she had a smirk on her face.
oh. you completely forgot you weren’t alone with zanka.
rudo stared at you both with big, open red eyes. surprised? yes. shocked? yeah. shy? yep, why didn’t he realize before that you and zanka were a couple?
zanka was still flustered and speechless. his eyes darted back and forth at you and at riyo and rudo.
zanka nijiku, you’re so cute when you’re flustered.
🚯 i need sleep and tamsy. enjin’s an idiot and i love him for it. flustered zanka is my meal day and night. #girlbreakfast #girllunch #girldinner
and yay finally i posted a masterlist for my works... brah
and he’s definitely not someone who’d give you kisses for as long as you’d like.
but maybe you had the wrong idea about your boyfriend all along.
because lately, he has been pulling you close at random times, kissing you longer than he usually does. his lips linger on yours far more times than you had verbally asked him to kiss you. it does get embarrassing sometimes to ask him for them, but really, why can’t he just take the hint?!
although, it seems you didn’t really have to ask for it anymore, because he voluntarily gives those kisses to you himself.
you pushed him away gently, a little breathless from the long time sae had your lips on his.
“what’s gotten into you?” you asked him, your head tilting a little to the side in curiosity.
sae mimicked your action, his gloved hands still on your back. he had only gotten back from training, still in his tracksuit, still a little tired, and yet he decided to come after your lips the moment he opened the door to your apartment.
“i can’t kiss my girlfriend now?”
you hit him lightly on the shoulder with a half-mocking scowl on your face. “did you do anything to put you in guilt? you’ve been very… sweet in terms of giving me kisses lately.”
sae scoffed, tracing his thumb against your back. “are you saying i have been giving an unsatisfactory performance in the past?”
“no— it’s just—”
his lips were on yours again before you could finish your sentence. there wasn’t even anything else, just his lips on yours over and over again this past week.
“sweet,” was all he said before licking his lips.
oh… oh. you get it now.
“you… it’s my lipstick, isn’t it?”
sae shrugged and let you go, leaning to the counter behind him, both arms crossed. “you changed it.”
“and you like it.” a teasing smile couldn’t help but form on your face.
he shrugged again—acting so nonchalant as if he didn’t want to taste your ‘sweet’ lips every second. “you should use it more often. buy more of it.”
used to sleeping alone in his huge bed, leona kingscholar can’t help but find himself stuck in place in your embrace.
the huge space beside leona was occupied tonight… by you.
he was used to having all the space to himself, and you were used to hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy to keep you company at night in your sleep.
so, when you slept together with leona for the first time, you suddenly snuggled close to him in the middle of the night, waking him up from his usually extremely deep slumber.
leona couldn’t move in his place for hours, and it’s the first time in his lazy life he has been awake for hours. he has been caged in your arm that you have set on top and wrapped around his body.
he was suddenly conscious by the pace of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the sound of your snores.
you were cuddling him without even meaning to—curse it all if you remember this in the morning, more so if you wake up still in this position.
shit, is all leona could think about as he stared into the ceiling for hours until finally drifting back to sleep.
leona would never admit he got flustered by what happened—shocked, perhaps—, lest if it was all a dream, how embarrassing for a prince like him to conjure a nightmare like that.
though it’s for sure the very morning after (since it was, fortunately or unfortunately, not a dream), when you wake up to find yourself hugging the arrogant lion prince and you profusely apologized for your arrogant act, he makes sure to tease you about it.
as if he didn’t lose hours of sleep trying his best not to move. oh, leona.
it just so happens that whenever you start thinking of zanka nijiku, he would appear out of nowhere.
you can be standing in the reception area, picking out missions to take on, thinking of how zanka could easily breeze through them, and how honored you would be to have him by your side during the job. suddenly, he's standing next to you, peeking over the material and asking semiu if he could go with you. after getting semiu's approval, he looks at you, to which you nod almost too quickly.
you can be in bed, thinking about how cool zanka looked in training today—swinging lovely assistaff so gracefully, yet with so much power. then, someone's knocking on your door, and when you open it, it's zanka asking you if you're all geared up for the mission. you quickly fix your bedhead as your eyes and mind fully register zanka's presence.
you can be peacefully eating your dinner, with your mind occupied by the way the air reveals zanka's damp forehead as it blows away his bangs during missions; then, zanka appears by your side with his own food tray, and sits beside you after murmuring a quiet hello. as soon as zanka notices you've gulped down the entirety of your glass of water, he takes hold of the pitcher and fills it up for you.
you can be sitting on the sofa of the common room, your head against the headrest, looking up at the ceiling, thinking about how comforting zanka's presence is despite how quiet (or loud, depends, really) he can get sometimes. then, the weight shifts on the sofa as zanka sits down beside you—leaving you to think why he'd sit there when there are so many empty seats in the room. but of course, you won't ask him that out loud.
you can be in the infirmary, bored all day after getting told by eishia that you need to rest after sustaining an injury, thinking of how you must have been such a burden to zanka during the mission. suddenly, he appears by your bedside with a snack in hand, handing it to you firmly.
"good work," he starts as he sits down on the stool beside the bed. "just be careful next time."
you couldn't bring yourself to say a word until half a minute or so, and all you could do was thank him and apologize.
"nah." zanka waves his hand reassuringly. "i'll get stronger so i can protect ya— ya all better next time."
can't say that didn't bring a pink tinge to your cheeks and ears.
how can you stop thinking of him when he literally materializes in front of you before you can finish your thoughts? oh, zanka.
your boyfriend forgot to do something… based on this request.
ft. tamsy caines, zanka nijiku x reader | headcanons (1k words) | masterlist.
no pronouns used. estb relationship. subtle spoilers for tamsy’s part but nothing major/outright.
TAMSY CAINES ˎˊ˗
⊱ it’s a routine for tamsy to kiss you after you do his hair every morning. but today, he seems to have forgotten the payment for your service.
⊱ he knows he didn’t kiss you after you did his hair so meticulously and carefully. he knows because he intended it to happen, and he likes it. he likes seeing you go batshit insane over such a trivial matter because of him.
⊱ in the shadows, tamsy watches you all day as you grunt around with a pout on your face.
⊱ he listens to you complain to your friend about how annoyed you were because of what tamsy forgot to do. you also expressed how you feel shit for feeling this way, but regardless, it was still shittier that tamsy forgot to kiss you after religiously committing himself to doing that after every morning hair routine.
⊱ you ignored tamsy in the hallways, taking a u-turn everytime you catch a glimpse of him. a part of his clothing? turn around. a streak of his hair? turn around and fight the urge to rip yours out of your scalp.
⊱ everytime you crossed paths with him, you pretended that either the floor or the ceiling—or even the dust on a random table—was the most interesting shit you’ve seen here on the ground.
⊱ tamsy finds himself chuckling inside, thinking about how this little experiment is so intriguing—he’s glad he decided to conduct it. after all, he’s been thinking nonstop about how you’d react if he ‘forgets’ about it.
⊱ he knows you love that kiss after doing his hair because it gives you validation and reassurance of his love for you.
⊱ but tamsy knows when to stop pushing his luck… and your limits.
⊱ he caught you off guard by pulling you into his room when he finally caught you walking close to his door.
tamsy pulled you inside his room by your wrist. he pinned you against the door with one hand and locked the door with the other.
he looked at you, observing the way your chest heaved up and down as you took deep breaths to control your emotions—perhaps frustration, or even anger, at him for what he had forgotten to give you this morning.
“what?” you snarled at him, the word coming out harsher than you expected it to be.
but tamsy only smiled, like he always does—so annoyingly composed and calm even amidst being stuck in a scenario like this.
“finally facing me?” tamsy asked, his beautiful eyes carefully observing the micro expressions contorting on your face.
you rolled your eyes at him, your lips protruding in a pout. “just say you hate me and get this over with.”
tamsy leaned in, putting his lips against yours, still with that annoyingly beautiful smile on his face. his lips lingered against yours longer than they usually did for a stolen kiss. you put your hands on his chest in a crucial attempt to push him away in pride, and yet, deep inside, you know you don’t want to keep him off you.
tamsy chuckled before pulling away. one hand still on your wrist, the other coming up to hold yours that was on his chest. “am i forgiven yet?”
“so, you knew!” you hit him gently.
tamsy held your hand. “that i did. forgive me for forgetting.”
“forget it again, and you won’t see the sky above anymore,” you threatened him, which he found cute.
by the subtle mention of the sphere, a smile ghosted tamsy’s lips. “i won’t.”
of course, he’d do it again.
ZANKA NIJIKU ˎˊ˗
⊱ it’s a habit you both subconsciously committed yourselves to—giving the other a good luck kiss before a mission.
⊱ you waited all morning during breakfast for zanka to come near you and give you your good luck kiss before you go. but all he did was give you a small smile and a “see ya later,” which… wasn’t so bad, but what about the good luck kiss?! that was your lucky charm…
⊱ when you got back from the mission, no scratches, no wounds, just a furious, finished look on your face (apparently, according to the people who joined you, you finished the trash beast single-handedly, and way too fast).
⊱ zanka doesn’t know why you were acting that way. he left you to it, thinking it’s just an off day for you, or maybe something about the mission pissed you off.
⊱ he realized something was wrong when riyo looked at him with a disappointed, yet teasing, look in her eyes.
⊱ you continued to ignore poor zanka until the evening. only replying to his questions with a word or two, which he found weird, because you’d always be more than happy to tell him what went on with your day.
⊱ zanka doesn’t know how to properly confront or apologize, but he can’t have you ignoring him forever with a reason he can’t seem to realize. he can’t live like that. he craves your attention more than anything.
you were walking down the hall when zanka took hold of your hand, gripping it firmly, but still with a gentle touch.
“hey,” he called out. “why d’ya keep ignorin’ me?”
“i wasn’t,” you said, your back still facing him.
your feet shifted as zanka pulled you close to him, turning you to face him. but you kept your eyes away from him.
“you were,” he murmured. “did i do somethin’?”
your eyes squinted in irritation, still facing down at the floor. “you don’t eve—“
zanka’s fingers grazed your chin, willing you to look at him; his lips sealed yours shut before you could say another word. you brought your hand up to grab him by the collar, pushing him closer to you, an act you reflexively did—as opposed to what your mind was telling you (don’t give in to him).
“‘i don’t even’ what?” zanka asked, the tip of his nose touching yours, his hand lying on your back, the other caressing your cheek.
words jumbled in your mind, and your tongue felt like it was twisted in ways you can’t imagine. you held your breath and felt your hands grip into zanka’s collar tighter.
“i hate you,” you mumbled while fighting a smile, your eyes still on zanka’s.
zanka flashed you a crooked smile, and kissed you again. “guess i owe ya a thousand kisses for ya to forgive me.”
“good.”
“y’know maybe i should forget about it again so y’can come home to me faster,” zanka teases.
you bumped your head against him a little. “try it, i dare you, zanka nijiku.”
zanka might have little idea how to say sorry in words, but he knows he can make it up through actions.
🚯 gang i highkey forgot how to write headcanons… my bad
zanka loves it when he has your full attention. he's yapping about something? you have your head on your palm, staring at him, listening to his words carefully—and most importantly, remembering micro details that went on his day. you'd have his favorite drink in your hand before he could even ask for it. your eyes would already be on him before he could even find yours. and you'd find him even in the midst of the crowd.
zanka loves kisses. you'd lie on top of him and pepper him with kisses all over. you could be sitting beside each other, and you'd be holding his hand, the other on his cheek, your lips against his. you could be out on a mission together, and you'd take his hand in yours before setting out, gently massaging it and kissing the back of his hand. surely, he should be the one doing that, but he's not complaining.
zanka loves hearing “i love you.” it's not something he easily got used to because he didn't grow up in a household that wore their emotions on their sleeves. but you'd say it so openly, like it's normal to love—it's normal to love a zanka nijiku. he rarely says it himself, but you don't hold it against him. you once told him that that way, hearing him say those words would feel more rewarding than anything because you know they're sincere. and he may never admit it, but hearing those words from you always makes his heart thump like he had run from the sphere and back.
zanka loves hugs, even more than he loves kisses. he feels safe within your arms, warm in your hold. a feeling he wants to be in forever, his euphoria in dystopia. it is in your embrace he feels loved the most—he doesn't need words to prove the affection and security you have given him, your embrace is more than enough. when times are hard, silence heals his wounds as long as you are by his side, and you are willing to hold him together.
and of course, zanka loves compliments. it doesn't even need to be explained any further. just a simple, “nice one,” or “good job, zanka!” from you is enough to make him go through a hellish month. he'd be smiling from ear to ear whenever you say something good about him. he would show off just for your eyes, for you to tell him how cool he is. your compliments play like a broken record in his head, and he never forgets those moments you'd say good things about him.
zanka nijiku loves being loved, especially if it's you. because love didn't start when he loved someone, it started the moment you loved him, and he let himself be loved.
thinking about how leona kingscholar would listen to you yap all day, under a tree, as he dozes off to the sweet, comforting, familiar sound of your voice (he’s fighting against it, he swears).
leona leans against the bark of the tree with his eyes closed, his arms propped up behind his head. your head lie on his lap as you fiddle with the soft fur of his tail, talking and talking like there’s no end to your tale.
leona is amused by how theatrical you are with your elaborate storytelling about what went on with your day. he chuckles softly, his canine tooth showing through the small parting of his lips.
one moment, he’s laughing, the next, he’s already snoring.
leona’s eyes fluttered open as your weight disappeared from his lap—seeing you sit up straight with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips formed in a frown.
“you’re sulkin’,” leona says, as a matter of fact, shifting in his seat.
you rolled your eyes at him. “were you even listening?”
he scoffs in arrogance. “‘course i was. you were tellin’ me how you’d have gotten more sleep if only your duo in alchemy wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
a smile made its way to your lips, and you playfully hit his thigh.
“thought you left me off for dreamland.”
leona takes your wrist and pulls you close to him. he leans close to your neck and breathes, “y’know i’ll never doze off to your ramblings, yeah?” then he plants a kiss on the corner of your jaw.
he backs away for a bit and stares into your eyes. you could see how sleepy he is by the droop of his eyes—not that he was ever not sleepy, anyway. but you appreciate him staying awake just to listen to you talk.
“liar,” you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close again, your noses almost touching. “…i don’t mind if you drift off, anyway. i’m already happy you’re here.”
leona’s eyes showed a glint of mischief, and the next second, his sharp teeth were grazing the skin of your lips as he crashed his lips onto yours.
you clutch his collar tighter, and a muffled groan escapes leona’s lips. he takes hold of your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
pulling away, he had a smug look on his pretty face. “what? can’t talk anymore?”
you gave him a quick kiss. “less talking, more kisses.”
“and here i thought you’re gonna yap all day.”
still, he gave you what you wanted. more kisses for now, the talking can be continued later.
right now, he’s fully awake. later… you’re not so sure if he’d still be when you start yapping again.
