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imagine waking up in enjin’s room, the spot where his back’s usually pressed up against you feeling unusually empty. he doesn’t like getting up whenever the two of you are in bed together, so this was a little unusual.
but when you look up and blink the sleep away, he’s sat at the desk in his room, back facing you and grumbling away at something underneath his breath.
his shirt’s still off from last night.
the gorgeous map of his tattoos are on full display— the ones you’ve traced multiple times in light and in dark. they’re captivating, from the two black dots at the nape of his neck to the smooth zigzags and swirls that adorn his body. the sight itself makes your mouth water already.
you find yourself staring a little longer than you would’ve allowed yourself to, and you only notice when enjin turns his head to check in on you.
a crooked grin greets you, dimples flashing. “good morning to you, gorgeous. enjoying the show?”
you blink once before darting your gaze away. “you could say something like that.” a deep chuckle comes from his chest, and he moves from the desk over to you. “cute.”
and then his stupid self decides that it’d be a good idea to lay his whole body on top of you, humming into your neck and crushing you underneath.
“enjin, get the hell off me,” you wheeze, smacking his bare back, which does absolutely nothing. “no.” he says simply, pressing multiple pecks into the crook of your neck.
you sigh in defeat, knowing that there’s not much else you can do about the ridiculously large man on top of you. but he’s your ridiculously large man.
your arms come to wrap around him, embracing his warmth, and you can swear you feel his smile spread against your skin. he lifts his head up and meets his lips with yours, a sweet, soft thing.
he pulls away with a dreamy sigh. “i love mornings with you.”
Enjin LOVES it when you talk about your interest’s
Cws: modern au, Enjin x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive language, established relationship
Enjin loves hot chicks ( he said it himself ) but he loves it when his girl has both beauty and brains. That’s one of the reasons why he fell for you so hard. It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about comics, books, or just something you randomly started researching Enjin was always the first one to tune in. Even if he didn’t fully understand sometimes
You’re busy sitting on your bed as you explain the lore to a one of the shows you’re watching. And like always Enjin’s head is on your lap with one of his tattooed arms on your side. Large fingers gently rubbing your hip as you go on and on about what you’re talking about. He’ll let out an occasional “ mhm? “ or a “ thats crazy. And then what happened? “ as a little reminder that he was in fact paying attention.
He would never say it out loud but he liked moments like this when it’s just you and him talking about something you loved and cared about. And he thought it was the hottest thing you could do.
( what can i say he has a kink for nerds )
The way you would get so passionate when talking, how you describe the scenarios and characters was such a turn on for him.
You suddenly look down at him with a slightly annoyed look on your face
“ i feel like your not listening to me “
Enjins hands froze and his once half lidded eyes shot back opened in confusion
“ huh? “ he asked lifting his head from your lap.
You roll yours in return. “ I’ve been explain the plot to you and you’re just staring at me “ you huff crossing your arms trying to seem more upset.
A frown appears on Enjin’s face
“ I’ve been listening the whole time babes! “ he murmured
“ okay, so what did i just explain to you? “ you ask.
Enjin’s nose crinkled and brows furrowed as he tried to recall what you said while he was busy admiring you
“ I’m not telling you shit anymore “ you replied before you could answer. Before you could get up, both of his arms wrapped around waist and the loudest most dramatic groan erupts from your boyfriend’s lips.
“ c’mon baby don’t do me like that?! “ he whines resting his chin on your chest. Unfortunately for him you weren’t gonna fold that easily.
A small pout appeared across his lips “ look I’m sorry..” one of his hands rubbed your lower back while his amber eyes locked with yours
“ you just look so cute when you talk about stuff like that “
Even though you were still annoyed by his previous actions. You couldn’t stay mad at him forever.
“ your weird “ you quiped, toying with a lock of his golden hair
“ not as weird as you “ he purred “ but its cool you can just tell me about it again when we- “
holding heavy eye contact with the dark haired, heavily tattooed vocalist leaning into the microphone as he drums his thick fingers ever so lucidly along the strings of his guitar. a strand of onyx faintly dips over his face, lidded eyes of crimson train solely on yours, lips curling into a slow, calculated grin, effortlessly cooing his lyrics into the mic with such calm, seducing rhythm.
Enjin embarrassing himself by his pants falling down in front of you.
He just finished a job with you. It was the first time you both were alone on a job together and he was HELLA showing off. Like, it’s bad. He pulled out all the cool moves and tried to make sure you didn’t have to do a lot. Then, at the end, as he’s trying to aura farm and look cool while posing as a trash beast disintegrates behind him, his fucking pants fall down. He hadn’t realized that something broke his belt while fighting.
You try your best to not laugh. You really go the full nine yards; eyes closed, biting your lips together, covering your mouth with your hands, looking away. None of it helps. The image of him with his pants around his ankles and his white briefs in the middle of the battle field is just too funny. Not even the fact that he had a really hot happy trail could save him right now. The laugh comes out of you despite your efforts.
“Don’t laugh!” He yells, already holding his pants back up.
“I can’t help it! That was genuinely perfect timing!"
“You’re too mean to me, boo.” He complains. Once he is close enough, his hands are already reaching for your waist.
“Hey! Wait! I need that!” The belt was slid free from your belt loops.
“Not more than me. Besides, it would just be hot if your pants fell off.” Once the belt was secure on him, he got into the car. “Get in or I’m leaving you!” The ride was silent as he sat with his embarrassment. It was only when you got to HQ that he said something.
“Not a single word about this to anyone.” The two of you just stared at each other for a second before you flung your door open and started running. After all, he was much faster than you so you needed as much of a head start as possible. He quickly followed, desperate to keep your mouth shut about this entire thing.
Imagine: Enjin was absolutely insufferable when he got jealous.
He never made a scene. Never asked you outright what was going on. Never dragged you away the second someone’s gaze lingered on you a little too long.
He just smiled. A little wider than usual. That smile was how you knew, almost immediately, that he did not like the new Cleaner from the neighboring division.
The guy had arrived at the base that morning with a small group who would be working alongside your team for the next few days. His name was Kai. He was friendly, talkative, and, unfortunately for him, he took an interest in you almost at once.
At first, you thought nothing of it.
He sat beside you at lunch, asked about your Jinki, and complimented the way you fought after seeing you during morning training. You answered his questions easily, laughed at a few of his jokes, and completely failed to notice Enjin sitting across from you.
Tomme noticed, though. She kept looking between the two of you before slowly sliding her plate farther away, as if she expected the table to become a casualty.
“So, you’ve been working with Enjin for a while?” Kai asked.
“Long enough.”
“What’s that like?”
You gave it some thought.
“Loud.”
“Hey,” Enjin drawled.
You looked over at him for the first time. He had his cheek propped against one hand, wearing the same lazy, carefree smile as always.
The fingers of his other hand were tapping against the table.
“I’m sitting right here, you know.”
“That’s why I picked the nicest word I could think of.”
Kai laughed. Enjin laughed too.
“Oh, no,” Tomme muttered.
“Nothing. Enjoy the peace while it lasts. These may be the last calm moments of our lives.”
Gris glanced at her.
“What?”
You kicked her under the table. Kai, meanwhile, leaned a little closer to show you something on the map for the upcoming route. His shoulder nearly brushed yours.
The tapping stopped.
“Hey, buddy,” Enjin said, still smiling. “She can see the map just fine from where you were sitting.”
Kai looked up.
“Really? I thought the light was in her eyes.”
“And I think you’re blocking it.”
Silence settled over the table. You slowly turned your head toward Enjin.
“You’re being especially friendly today.”
“Just trying to make our guests feel welcome.”
“You sound threatening.”
“Thanks.”
Kai laughed awkwardly, but either failed to catch the warning or chose to ignore it.
After lunch, he approached you again in the hallway while the others were getting ready for the mission.
“Hey,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to ask you something. Maybe you could show me around the base tonight? It’s my first time here, and wandering around alone sounds kind of boring.”
“She’s busy.”
You closed your eyes. Enjin was leaning against the wall behind you, arms folded across his chest.
You could have sworn the hallway had been empty a second ago.
“I can answer for myself,” you said.
“Of course you can.”
“Then why did you answer for me?”
“Thought I’d help.”
“No one asked you to.”
“People rarely do. I’m proactive.”
Kai looked between the two of you.
“Are you guys…?”
“No,” you both said at the same time.
Enjin looked at you. You looked at him.
“Right,” Kai said slowly, though nothing about his expression suggested that anything was right.
You agreed to show him around after dinner anyway. Mostly out of spite.
Enjin only shrugged and said that it was obviously none of his business. Then he spent the rest of the day appearing wherever the two of you happened to be.
Pure coincidence, naturally.
First, he decided both your equipment and Kai’s needed to be inspected. Then he suddenly volunteered to accompany your group in particular. During the fight, he stepped between you twice, despite the fact that the enemies were coming from the complete opposite direction.
Later, when Kai offered you a hand to help you down from a broken wall, the hooked handle of Enjin’s umbrella slipped around your waist and pulled you down before you could take it.
“I could’ve done that myself,” you hissed.
“I know.”
“Then why did you do it?”
Enjin leaned closer.
“His hands were dirty.”
You stared at Enjin’s own grime-covered hands.
“And yours are clean?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“They’re mine.”
Before you could respond, he had already walked away as if he had not just said something completely ridiculous.
By evening, you had had enough. You found him sitting on the roof of the base, right near the edge, his umbrella resting beside him. He was smoking and staring out into the distance.
He heard you coming but did not turn around.
“Tour over already?”
“It never happened.”
“What a tragedy.”
“Enjin.”
“Mm?”
You stopped in front of him.
“What is wrong with you today?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve been acting like an idiot all day.”
“I act like an idiot most days.”
“You’re trying harder than usual.”
He finally looked up at you. He exhaled a thin cloud of smoke, and that same smile curled across his lips.
“You’re imagining things.”
“Are you jealous?”
Enjin went quiet. He simply took another drag from his cigarette.
You stared at him.
“Oh,” you said slowly. “You are.”
“Don’t make things up.”
“You practically followed us around all day.”
“I was responsible for the team’s safety.”
“You told him he was holding his spoon wrong.”
“He was.”
“You said his hair was obstructing his vision.”
“Safety hazard.”
“You reminded him three separate times that he’d be leaving in a few days.”
“Wouldn’t want him forgetting his responsibilities.”
You folded your arms.
“Enjin.”
His smile disappeared. He looked away.
“I didn’t like him,” he admitted at last.
“I noticed.”
“He talked too much.”
“You talk more.”
“He stood too close.”
“You stand closer.”
“He kept looking at you.”
You fell silent. There was no teasing in his voice now. No lazy amusement. He said it quietly, with an edge of irritation, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder.
You stepped closer.
“And that’s what bothered you?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“Maybe.”
“Why?”
Enjin let out a tired laugh.
“You really want me to say it?”
“Yes.”
He stood.
The space between you nearly disappeared. For once, he did not make a joke. He did not hide behind that smug smile of his.
“Because I don’t like the idea of someone showing up, making you laugh a couple of times, and thinking he can take the place beside you.”
“What place?”
Enjin frowned.
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Pretend you don’t know what I mean.”
“I’m not pretending.”
“My place.”
The words left his mouth before he could stop them. You both went still.
Enjin slowly exhaled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“That sounded better in my head.”
“I thought it sounded honest.”
“That’s why it’s bad.”
You smiled.
“So the place beside me belongs to you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You literally just did.”
“I could’ve meant my place in the formation.”
“Of course.”
“Or at the table.”
“Obviously.”
“That one’s mine too, by the way.”
You laughed. Enjin gave you an annoyed look, but it softened almost immediately.
“You’re enjoying this.”
“A little,” you admitted, wiping a tear of laughter from the corner of your eye.
“I’ve been suffering all day, and you think it’s funny.”
“You spent all day terrorizing an innocent man.”
“He wasn’t innocent. He asked you out.”
“And I said no.”
Enjin froze.
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to go with him.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“Who did you want to go with?”
You moved closer and gently caught the edge of his jacket between your fingers.
“One terribly jealous man.”
His eyes dropped to your hand, then lifted to your face.
His smile returned. This time it was warm, genuine, and still far too smug.
“Can’t say I know anyone like that.”
“Tall. Arrogant. Covered in tattoos. Carries an umbrella everywhere.”
“Sounds handsome.”
“Sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Not so much right now.”
Enjin chuckled and placed both hands on your waist.
“What do I have to do to improve your opinion of me?”
“For starters, stop getting jealous every time someone talks to me.”
“That sounds difficult. Pick something else.”
“Then tell me how you feel right away instead of tormenting everyone around you for an entire day.”
“We’ll see.”
“Enjin.”
“All right, all right.” He pulled you a little closer. “Next time, I’ll tell you immediately that I don’t like people looking at you.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“But it’s honest.”
“And possessive.”
He lowered his head, his lips nearly brushing your temple.
“At least now you know.”
“Know what?”
His hands tightened gently around your waist.
“That the place beside you is taken.”
You tilted your head back and met his gaze.
“Then maybe you should’ve claimed it sooner.”
This time, Enjin did not answer. He only smiled and kissed you.
the rain continues to gently pivot amongst the cool pavement outside of your apartment building, a running thin stream of the descending water washing down the pathway, into the drains. the subtle, soft droplet hums hitting, seeping into the soaked ground soothing you, your gaze focused on the dreary weather, your lips consuming another sip of alcohol that filled your cup in your right hand.
hefty footsteps halt on your left side, a puff of smoke fading out into the lighten downpour. your attention barely tears from the kindred weather that temporarily lulled you out of your ticking mind. another puff of smoke exhales, a ponderous weight of warmth suddenly weighs down upon your shoulders — your focused irises drifts over your covered shoulders then to the sitting presence that sheltered your tense shoulders.
the familiarity of blonde and shimmering golden hues resonated a familiar blanket of comfortability and settleness. you both don't say much, simply, you gaze at each other, smile faintly and lean against each others shoulders.
letting the quiet comfort settle in. because all you needed was his closeness.
his reassuring proximity that depleted out all of the loudness in your mind.
You wake to the feeling of gentle fingers combing through your hair. The fever has left everything hazy, your limbs heavy beneath the blankets.
“Enjin?”
“Mhm.” His voice is low, almost swallowed by the quiet room.
“Go back to sleep.”
You blink until his silhouette comes into focus. He’s sitting behind you on the bed, one knee propped up, a hairbrush resting loosely in his hand. The other is patiently working through a stubborn tangle near the ends of your hair.
“You’ve got knots,” he murmurs. “Thought I’d deal with ’em before they become a whole mission.”
His teasing is softer than usual, because he’s afraid even his voice might make your headache worse. You let your head tip back against his leg as the brush glides through another section.
Your man is so careful with you.
When he reaches a snag, he separates it with his fingers first, only brushing once it’s loose.
“You’ve done this before,” you mumble.
“A few times.”
“On who?”
“You.”
“I don’t remember.”
“’Cause you were sick then too.”
“Oh.” You’d giggle and kick your feet if you weren’t so sick.
He gathers your hair over one shoulder, dividing it into three neat sections. His fingers are surprisingly nimble. Left over middle, then right over middle. The braid grows steadily down your back.
“You learned how to braid?”
“I got tired of watching you struggle with it when you weren’t feeling good.”
The confession slips out so casually you almost miss it. Your chest aches with something warmer than the fever. When he ties off the end, he smooths a hand over your head, fingertips lightly scratching your scalp.
“There,” he hums and you sigh softly. “That feel nice?”
“Mhm…”
Another scratch behind your ear. Another sleepy sigh. Another one down your neck. Another soft noise.
“Knew it.”
You reach blindly for him until your fingers catch the sleeve of his shirt. “Stay.”
He sets the brush on the nightstand, eases himself down beside you, and pulls the blanket back over your shoulder where it had slipped. His palm rests against your forehead for a moment, checking your temperature with quiet concentration.
“Still a little warm.”
“So?”
“So…” His thumb brushes lazily across your temple. “Guess I’m stuck here.”
“You make it sound terrible.”
“It is.”
You squint at him.
“I was gonna get some work done today.”
“You liar.”
“I know,” He smiles, the kind that’s all crooked edges and fondness. “But I’ve got a sick girlfriend who needs someone to keep her hair from turning into a bird’s nest. So the world’s gonna have to wait.”
enjin returns back from a grueling mission, reports to Corvus about the mission and heads straight to his room. takes out another cigarette from his empty pack (smoking his last stick) and lights it up as he stomps his way to his bedroom. when he opens the door with his right shoulder, exhaling a deep breath of smoke, he turns and finds your back facing his direction.
your body curled, shoulders tensed and blanket hurled messily over your coiled stature. inhales one last smoke and discards his cigarette into the small trash bin. the sound of your silent, broken sobs clenches at his heart, stops momentarily and just stares at your covered body.
the sheets shuffle a bit, the tiny shattered cries barely vanquishes, as two big glossy gorgeous sets of gems peek over the comforting warmth of his comforter, landing right on his stilled presence.
"En?" the sound of your fragmented, spent voice twists his stomach, and without much thinking to his next actions — he simply strides over to you without a second thought. shakes off his cleaners coat, rakes off the hefty boots from his feet and climbs immediately into the comfort of his bed along side of you. big waves of his arms instantly circling around you, pulling you in to his elongated height and solace.
one hand gently cradles the back of your head, threading long ink fingers through the soften tresses as the other holds and pushes you at the lower of your back into his basking consolation. his lips tenderly kissing the top of your head.
"Rough day doll?"
"...Yeah, can we just...stay like this for a while, En? just...until I can collect and calm myself at least?" his hand on your lower back presses you further against his furnace body.
"We can stay like this for as long as you need too sweetness, actually, hell, we can stay like this forever if you want too, wouldn't mind ya clinging to me like this for a while actually"
and that just makes you elicit a hiccuped small chuckle, hands curling around his wide figure and clinging onto the nicotine saturated, familiar warmth and comfort of his red shirt. pressing your wet face into his chest and melting in to the welcoming delight of his accustomed amenity and alleviation.
you turn your back on enjin, slowly removing your hefty uniform coat from your strained shoulders and that man is immediately attached to your body. reaching hands settling on the curves of your hips and face angled and crooked into the slope of your neck and the slant of your shoulder, inhaling the candied scent of your sweet skin and warmth.
"you're being clingy again, En'" you exhale softly, allowing the sleeves of your coat to roll down your arms, crooning your neck effortlessly to give him more room to bask in.
"I'm emitting my affection towards you doll, there's a difference" he retorts gently, you both grin contently — giddily, his massive hands soothing up and down the dips of your hips, shuffling and guiding his nose along the smooth surface of your neck to the slant of your shoulder, then back up to the outline of your jawline. taking in everything with such intent and adore.
how they take care of you during a migraine attack
includes: enjin, follo tunito, arkha corvus
tw: none :)
enjin:
honestly, enjin more or less hands you over to eishia. he only wants the best for his girl, and he knows there is no one better equipped for this situation than her. of course, that’s not to say he doesn’t do anything to help you. during the first migraine you had since getting together with enjin, you mentioned that you are incredibly sensitive to lights, sounds, and smells during an episode. so, whenever you alert him to an oncoming attack, he immediately ushers you to the infirmary, then scurries to his dorm to shower. he takes pays extra attention to his hands, scrubbing away any lingering nicotine and cigarette smoke. when he’s done, he dresses in fresh, clean clothes and rushes back to your side.
follo tunito:
follo treats your migraines as if taking care of you is his only purpose. after he has you settled in bed, he’s (very quietly) rushing around the room, making sure everything is set to maximize your comfort. every light is turned off, the temperature is brought down, your water bottle is filled. he even tapes a handwritten sign to the door that reads something silly like, “be quiet OR ELSE!” follo also sees to it that you want for nothing. once your room has been effectively been turned into a migraine sufferer’s wet dream, he’s sprinting to eishia for pain medicine. even after he’s made sure you have everything, he makes a pallet of blankets on the floor next to your bed so that he’s never too far incase you need him.
arkha corvus:
you don’t know how he does it, but arkha knows you’re getting a migraine before you even tell him. not that you’re complaining. instead of walking you to your dorm, arkha takes you to his. his dorm is objectively the nicest at HQ; he is the boss, after all. he’s never been one for candles or incense, so his dorm is always free of any harsh scents. his dorm is also the only one with an attached bathroom, giving you enough privacy to take a nice, long, hot shower. arkha also keeps a stock of various pain medicines in his nightstand, along with cooling forehead patches and electrolyte packets.
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a/n: this is my first time writing fanfic, so i’m sorry if this is buns. pls let me know what you think and what i can do better!
trying to mount on top of Enjin, but he easily flops you over onto your back and preps both of your legs over his shoulders, big hands gently soothing down the plush thighs grabbing a handful of your cute excess skin at your curved hip and flashes you a cheeky yet, pliant smile. a playful digit leisurely toying with the feeble laced string of your panties.
"uh uh doll, you're getting the princess treatment tonight. just lay back, relax and let me do all the work, yeah? my girl' deserves it, doesn't she? let me treat ya good baby."
