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โงโห ๐ฅใปi write for female and gender-neutral readers.
โผ i donโt write for male readersโi donโt feel confident portraying that perspective authentically, and iโd rather not mess it up.
โงโห ๐ฅใปi do not write minor x adult content
โผ keeping this space safe and comfortable is my priority.
โงโห ๐ฅใปsmut is a maybe!
โผ i typically avoid it, but if you have a really interesting plot that calls for it, feel free to askโi might be open to indulging.
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Hello! I saw your post about requests and I'm here with a few fluffy prompts! (I'll probably submit them individually since that's probably easier to keep track of??)
Okay, so! I'd love to see the kids in the Cleaners find a cat and sneak it into headquarters! And Enjin is that guy who originally said he "definitely did not want that cat" but now he loves it more than anyone and he's its favorite human!
A/N: Thank you so much for this adorable request and all of the other ones you sent, anon! This was such a joy to write. I hope I did your cute idea justice๐ญ
Weโre Not Keeping It.
You shouldโve known something was up the second Guita ran past you with that suspiciously guilty look โthe one she wore right before something exploded or Enjin started yelling.
โGuita,โ you called.
โNothing!โ she squeaked, way too fast.
Dear trailed behind her, silent as usual, arms hidden behind his oversized overalls. You noticed the tiny movement โa small, careful shuffle, like he was cradling something.
โ...Guys.โ You stepped closer. โWhat did you do?โ
โPromise you wonโt get mad,โ Guita blurted.
โUh oh,โ you muttered. โThatโs never a good start.โ
Guita opened her jacket like she was revealing treasure. Inside was a trembling, scruffy little kitten with a patchy coat and huge eyes. It meowed weakly.
You gasped, hand flying to your chest.
.
.
โOh my God. She's so cute!โ
Dear sucked on his pacifier and looked away like this is already a mistake, but he didnโt stop you when you scooped the kitten up. She was freezing, so light it hurt your heart a little.
You cradled the kitten against your chest, and she immediately burrowed into your arms, purring weakly. Your heart basically exploded on the spot.
โShe was in the trash piles!โ Guita said, bouncing on her toes. โShe was all alone, so we took her, right Dear?โ
Dear gave the tiniest nod, eyes soft for a second before he frowned again โprobably realizing how ridiculous this was going to get.
You smiled down at the kitten, who purred against your chest. โWeโll get you some food, okay, sweetie?โ
That was the plan โsneak into the kitchen, grab something small, and figure out what to do next.
Except your stealth mission lasted exactly thirty seconds.
โOi.โ
.
.
Enjinโs voice made you freeze instantly. You turned slowly.
He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, looking like heโd already aged ten years.
โWhat the hell is this?โ
You hid the kitten behind your back. โ...Nothing.โ
A loud meow betrayed you.
Enjin stared. โ...Youโve got to be kidding me.โ
โOkay, hear us outโโ you started.
โNope.โ He pointed a finger at you. โAbsolutely not. I donโt even need to hear it.โ
Guita immediately stepped in front of you. โJustlistenshewasdyingoutthere, andshewasmeowingandDearlooked sadandโโ
(Translation: Just listen! She was dying out there, and she was meowing and Dear looked sad andโ)
Dear scowled at her, clearly denying the โlooked sadโ part, and popped his pacifier once like donโt drag me into this.
Enjin pinched the bridge of his nose. โNo way. Weโre not keeping a cat in HQ. Weโve already got you two gremlins running around breaking things.โ
ย
Guita gasped. โHey!โ
You tried to butt in. โBut sheโs coldโโ
โI donโt care.โ
โSheโs adorableโโ
โStill donโt care.โ
โSheโs hungry,โ you said softly this time, ignoring his tone. You held up the kitten so he could see her face. โLook at her. Sheโs just a baby.โ
The kitten blinked at him. Tiny. Fragile. Unimpressed.
Enjin blinked back. Then sighed. โNo. Absolutely not. Sheโs not staying here.โ
โButโโ
โNo โbuts.โ We donโt have space. We donโt have time. Weโ stop making that face.โ
You werenโt making a face. (You totally were.)
โEnjin,โ you said, using your gentlest voice, โshe wonโt survive out there.โ
โNot my problem.โ
โYouโre heartless.โ
โehh.โ (๐คทโโ๏ธ)
.
The kitten meowed again โ a sad, pathetic little sound that couldโve melted solid metal. Enjin visibly winced.
And just like that, you knew heโd lost.
.
โ..Fine,โ he muttered. โOne night. Thatโs it. If that thing shits somewhere, youโre all cleaning the hallways for a week.โ
Guita fist-pumped. Dear let out the tiniest relieved breath through his pacifier.
That night, โone nightโ turned into something else.
You woke up to find Enjin sitting cross-legged on the couch, the kitten fast asleep in his lap, wrapped in his jacket. He was pretending to read, eyes fixed on the page, but one hand absentmindedly scratched behind her ears.
Guita was watching from the doorway, grinning so wide you thought her face might split.
Dear stood beside her, expression perfectly flat โ though the corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk.
You leaned against the wall, whispering, โTold you heโd like her.โ
Enjin didnโt even look up. โDonโt start.โ
โShe loves you already,โ you teased.
โYeah, well, sheโs got bad taste.โ
The kitten purred louder.
Dear popped his pacifier once, slow and deliberate, like punctuation to the moment.
Guita whispered, โWe should totally name her Trashy.โ
Enjin groaned. โYouโre all banned from naming things.โ
You smiled. โWeโll think of something better later.โ
He didnโt answer. Just kept petting the cat he โdidnโt want,โ pretending he didnโt care.
A week later.
Trashy โyes, the name stuck despite Enjinโs protests โhad somehow claimed Enjin as hers.
Every morning, she followed him everywhere: to the workshop, the briefing room, even the training grounds. If someone tried to move her, sheโd hiss until Enjin called her back with a gruff, โCโmere, furball.โ
Heโd roll his eyes, muttering about โclingy animals,โ but heโd scoop her up anyway โone hand under her belly, the other scratching her chin.
You caught them one afternoon, Enjin working at his desk with Trashy perched on his shoulder like a tiny queen. He was tinkering with a gadget, muttering about โadjusting the coils,โ while she batted at the screwdriver in his hand.
โDonโt distract me,โ he grumbled.
She meowed once โthat bossy little sound.
Enjin sighed. โYeah, yeah. Youโre cute, whatever.โ
When he noticed you watching, he scowled. โWhat?โ
โNothing,โ you said, smiling. โJust enjoying the view of a tough, scary guy being best friends with a cat.โ
He clicked his tongue and went back to his work, but you saw the faintest smile tug at his lips as Trashy curled against his neck.
Dear passed by, gave Enjin the most unimpressed look imaginable, and popped his pacifier โ once, sharp.
Guita burst out laughing. โTheyโre inseparable!โ
Enjin threw a wrench at her (gently). โGet out of my workshop!โ
Trashy meowed.
And somehow, the sound softened him again โ just a little.
You couldnโt help but think that, in a place full of junk and ghosts of the past, theyโd all found something worth keeping.
besides enjin, which characters do you think you'd have the most fun writing for? (maybe top 5?)
i am absolutely over the moon with all the requests you beautiful anons have been sending my way! let's kick things off with this gem: a top 5 list of the most fun characters to write for (besides my beloved enjin, of course).
and just so you know, this list is in no particular order because picking a favorite is impossible.
๐ฉโก๐ช august: i simply adore him. his boundless energy is so infectious to write, and the fact that he's canonically a little ignored by the other cleaners is just... chef's kiss. itโs tragically funny and gives so much room to play. (oh! and this ask totally gave me an idea for an august x reader fic, so... hehe, stay tuned.)
๐ฉโก๐ช jabber: he has to be on here. he's so random, and i know for a fact he's a blast to write. i'm so interested in his character because you don't really find personalities like his in a lot of fandomsโitโs such a unique flavor of chaos. (massive props to the mangaka for being so original.)
๐ฉโก๐ช arkha: even though we know, like, three things about him, i am so drawn to writing for him. there's so much potential in that mystery. (and this is absolutely, 100% not me thirsting over his slutty waist. not at all. who would even say that.)
๐ฉโก๐ช amo: my sweet, tragic girl. my heart aches for her, and i would love to wrap her in blankets and write the fluffiest, softest fluff for her. i won't go into details to protect my anime-only followers, but just know... she deserves the world.
๐ฉโก๐ช semiu: my QUEEN. she's so badass and stoic and powerfulโi want her. AHH! writing for that kind of unshakable, formidable energy is a challenge i'm thrilled by.
there are so many more i could gush about, but i'm forcing myself to stop at five!
A/N: oh! i also just want to say how incredibly grateful i am for every single request sitting in my inbox. i'm so, so excited to write every one of them, and i promise i will get to them all in the next few days! my brain is buzzing with ideas and i don't want to forget a single one. get ready
Listen. I get it. Gachiakuta is this brilliant, beautiful, shiny new anime that we've all just discovered. And you know what comes with a new fandom? A DROUGHT. A vast, empty desert of content where you're scavenging for scraps like we're in the Abyss ourselves.
You have that one specific scenario living in your head rent-free. That one dynamic you're just dying to read about. That self-indulgent, maybe-a-little-cringe idea you're too shy to write yourself.
I AM YOUR GIRL.
I want to be buried under asks. I want my inbox to look as chaotic as the Junkyard. I want to feel OVERWORKED. I want to open Tumblr and see a line of requests so long it makes me giddy.
So please. PLEASE.
Do you want a fluffy oneshot? A headcanon list? Some angsty hurt/comfort? A specific AU? A reader with a specific trait?
I AM HERE. I AM READY. I AM DESPERATE.
Don't be shy. Let me cook for you. My pen is poised and my Google Docs are open.
REQUEST GUIDELINES & MY DNI ARE PINNED ON MY BLOG! Now come on, let's make some food for this starving fandom together.
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Synopsis: Despite being your adopted son, Dear was your son through and through. However, he was less than thrilled when finding out there would be a new baby on the way.
Content: dear santa x mother!pregnant reader, reader is Broโs wife, fluff, dash of angst
a/n: who would potentially want more of Big Brother!Dear??
w/c: 2.1k master list : here
6 years ago
Everyone knew that Dear was your baby.
From the moment you and your husband took him in, you loved Dear unconditionally as if you birthed him yourself. Arguably, Dear was just as glued to your hip, more so than Bro at times. Granted, the child had been through a lot, so no one would fault him for finding comfort in at least one reliable adult.
It did put a bit of a strain on your marriage at first. All of your time and attention had to go to Dear. He followed you around Cleaners HQ and couldnโt be left with anyone, not even Bro if it was for a long period of time. Not without him bursting into a fit of tears. He wouldnโt even sleep by himself for the longest and often snuck in the bed with you and Bro.
There were lots of times you and Bro had to have heart to hearts as a couple. It wasnโt easy raising a kid, but ultimately, you both had to work together for Dearโs sake. While things did become easier with time, and you all settled into a routine as a family, you were then faced with a sudden surprise two years after Dear had come into your lives.
You were pregnant.
โSweetheart, while Iโm absolutely thrilled about a new baby,โ Bro began gently. โWe donโt know how Dear will react to the news.โ
You sigh, running your hand across your mug of tea that had long gone cold. โI know. Ideally, he would be excited about being a big brother, but I kind of get the feeling I know how he will react.โ
โWeโve made so much progress. I donโt want him to regressโฆโ your husband seemed exhausted as he ran a hand through his hair.
โI knowโฆโ you say. โFirst and foremost, we have to reassure him that our family is not going anywhere, just because weโre getting a new member.โ
You and Bro took two weeks to try to come up with a way to broach the topic with Dear, namely cause you didnโt know the best way to address it and two, bouts of morning sickness had begun to settle in. Dear who was always attuned to the littlest things as it pertained to you, fussed over you with such concerns that you eventually couldnโt hide that you werenโt sick, but having a baby.
Of course, trying to explain in laymanโs terms to a 4-year old wasnโt the easiest, but only two things registered in Dearโs mind.
1. There would be a new baby
2. The new baby would take your attention.
And as expected, he didnโt like that.
However, Dear wasnโt one to really throw tantrums. He outgrew his fussy behavior rather quickly. But as the months of your pregnancy progressed, you noticed his change in behavior quickly although it was subtle: Dear was avoiding you.
Any time you tried to pick him up, Dear would eye your belly and run away. He refused your attempts to play with his toys, hogging them all when you tried to join. Heโd even throw a fit if you tried to give him a bath, so Bro had to start taking over your nightly bedtime routine which intensified the ache in your chest just as much as Dear no longer reciprocating your hugs.
But what stung even worse was the fact that your baby now refused to do all the little things he used to love doing together with you to bond.
โHe hates me,โ you cry. Bro sits beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. At this point, you were nearly eight months pregnant and as your due date drew nearer, it seemed like the more Dear pulled away, and it was breaking your heart. โI donโt know what to do. He will barely hug me.โ
โDear doesnโt hate you,โ Bro reassured. โThis is a confusing time for him right now. Heโs only four, and he doesnโt have the ability to vocalize coherently what all heโs feeling at the moment. And thatโs not his fault. Deep down, he loves you more than arguably anyone else hereโโ you manage a weak chuckle, making your husband smile. โI think you both just need to have a heart to heart. Reaffirm that love.โ
Later, you find Dear in the babyโs nursery, next door to you and Broโs room and across from his. It surprised you to find him there, just staring at the empty crib. He appeared deep in thought, making you wonder what could possibly be going on in his head.
โYou know, in a few short weeks, your little brother or sister will be sleeping there?โ You say gently. Dear startled briefly, but relaxed seeing it was you who entered. If you had to suspect, he seemed rather bashful at being caught some place he wasnโt supposed to be. You waddle over to the rocking chair and take a seat, feeling relief to be off your feet. โWill you come sit with me for a bit?โ
Dear looked between you and the crib, seemingly hesitating. He then shuffled over to you, still rather unsure. You hold your arms out and much to your relief, Dear reciprocates, allowing you to pick him up and set him beside you.
โOof, youโre getting so big now. I need to stay in shape to be able to keep picking you up,โ you joke. Dear relaxes as you ruffle his hair. He sinks into your embrace, leaning against your side as you rock the chair back and forth. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, and it made you realize how much you missed spending one-on-one time with him.
Over the last few months, you had been nothing but busy, pulled in every direction. Between doctorโs visits, work with the Cleaners, and trying to prepare a space for your new addition to the family, you honestly hadnโt been spending the proper time with Dear like you should have. It was no wonder he built up a seeming bitter resentment towards you. How could you not if your favorite person in the world started ignoring you?
โDear,โ you finally decide to address the elephant in the room. โWhen the new baby arrives, there will times that he or she will take up all of mine and Broโs attention. Itโs not that weโre trying to ignore you, but itโs because babies need a little extra help until they can learn how to do the same things you and I know how to do.โ At Dearโs perplexed look, you add, โFor example, do you need my help to feed you or get dressed anymore?โ
Face scrunching, Dear quickly shakes his head, seemingly insulted you even asked.
โExactly,โ you laugh. You place a hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair. โBut I am aware that you still need me as well, just in different ways. And I realize that I havenโt been doing a good job as of late, and for that, Iโm sorry. It is never my intention to ignore you or make you feel unwanted. That will never be the case.โ
Tears well in Dearโs blue eyes as he stares up at you. And suddenly, he breaks down crying. His pacifier slips from his mouth as his sobs intensify. He reaches out for you, which you accept with no hesitation. You pull him into your chest, cradling him as he cries. Dearโs small hands fist the front of your shirt tightly.
Dear hardly ever cried. So you could only imagine how much he had been bottling everything up, ignoring his feelings or simply, not understanding what they were.
โIโm sorry, Dear,โ you say softly. โWe spent this whole time trying to get you excited about being a big brother without taking into consideration your feelings. And with everyone else in base fretting over the baby too, you got pushed to the side.โ You cup his cheek, using your sleeve to dry his tears.
โListen closely Dear. I have so much love for you in my heart that I canโt even put it into words. That will never change, even when your new sibling arrives, whom I love just as much. It will never be a competition. You are an important part of my family, Dear, and no matter how big you get, you will always be my baby.โ
Present Day
10-year old Dear Santa walked through Canvas Town with his brother, 6-year old Noel Santa, in tow.
Despite the energetic atmosphere of the art filled city, his bleary eyed little brother had been all sniffles the moment they had accidentally gotten separated from their parents in the marketplace. Dear being the responsible older brother, remained dutifully calm as he knew just where to go.
Nonetheless, Dearโs cool demeanor didnโt stop Noel from crying.
โDia-nii san, where are we going?โ Noel sniffles. โAre we lost? W-weโre lost arenโt we? Oh no, we are! Weโre lost! Does that mean weโre never gonna see mama and papa again? T-then that means weโll never see Uncle Zanka or TT Semiu either! W-weโre gonnaโโ
Dear stopped, causing Noel to bump into him. The elder boy tried to suppress a sigh for his brother was such a cry baby. It irked him to no end how much Noel seemed to be able to cry. And often times for the littlest things too. Noel once cried seeing an injured bird because he felt bad that it couldnโt fly.
However, seeing his brotherโs genuine distress, Dearโs expression softened. As he turned to face the shorter boy, he ruffled Noelโs short hair, the strands the same shade as their motherโs. The gesture seemed to do the trick as Noel stopped crying, rubbing the remaining tears out of his eyes.
โIโm sorry. Dia-nii, you must have a plan,โ Noel said. Dear huffed, an obvious smug sound as if to insinuate โof course I do, dummy,โ which makes Noel giggle. โYouโre right. You always do. I donโt know why I was scared.โ
Dear nods affirmatively. Hand-and-hand the two of them make their way to Mayor Ridoโs place, Dear knowing the man to be a friend (and therefore safe place) of the Cleaners. Needless to say, the Mayor was surprised to see the two children by themselves, but was able to quickly get in contact with the rest of the Cleaners to let them know that the brothers were safe.
While they wait, they indulge themselves in the cookies Rido had. Ironically, while Dear had a massive sweet tooth, Noel wasnโt partial to them, only ever eating them to copy his elder brother.
That wasnโt the only stark difference between the Santa Brothers. Noel, when he wasnโt a teary-eyed mess, was a chatterbox with no off-button. Dear merely listened and observed.
โAnd then, TT Semiu said that when the bad guys tried to break in, she stopped them on her own like bam!โ Noel demonstrated with a fake punch. When Dear didnโt react, Noel directed the next punch to Dearโs shoulder, making the elder scowl. โDiaaa are you listening? You arenโt, are you?โ Dear huffed dismissively, only partially tuned into whatever Noel was rambling on about. Not that it seemed to deter the 6-year old who merely took it as a sign to keep prattling on.
โOkay! Then! Then! Her glasses showed her where to hit when the bad guy tried to sneak up on her like wham! And then! She hit them like pow! And thenโโ
โGood grief. Was he even stopping long enough to breathe?โ Dear wondered when the door suddenly opened with an aggressive slam, almost puncturing a hole in the wall.
โMy babies!โ
You are beside yourself the moment you arrive, barreling into the building with the force of a trash beast. Bro trails after, giving the mayor a weak, apologetic smile for his wifeโs dramatic behavior.
โMama!โ Noelโs demeanor does a completely 180 as he begins crying again when you pick him up, hugging him closely. โI thought I wouldnโt see you again.โ
โIโm just so glad you are both safe,โ you sigh, your shoulder sagging in relief. You brush his messy hair out of his face, cleaning his tear streaked cheeks. โThis is why I warned you about paying attention to your surroundings. The moment I turned around, you had wandered off.โ
โMโsorry. But thankfully Dia-nii knew where to go!โ
Dear let out another unamused huff, but his cheeks turned pink, clearly bashful. You smile and motion for him to come closer. Your eldest sheepishly shuffles over and once he was in reach, you smother him against your chest.
โThank you for looking after your brother, Dear. Iโm so glad youโre such a dependable older brother.โ
Seemingly annoyed by your affection at first, Dear relents to your hold and returns your hug. Despite their differences, one unmistakable similarity between the two brothers, however, was their undeniable attachment to their mother.
that's the post. that's the whole thought. i see them when he grins that stupid, lopsided grin and my brain short-circuits. they're so stupidly, unfairly CUTE.
i have this completely unhinged and overwhelming urge to poke them. or maybe just press the tip of my finger right into the center of one when he's smirking at me. just to see if it makes him stop. (it wouldn't. he'd probably just smirk harder.)
but for real. who gave him the RIGHT? to have these perfect little indentations in his cheeks that just appear and make my brain go completely feral? it's a biological weapon. it's an attack.
i want to BITE them. not hard, just a little. a gentle, completely innocent monch. like "you are so cute i must express it with violence" kind of bite.
that is all. proceed with your day, now infected with this thought.
imagine... being a reader with a head full of wild, defiant curls.
You have a whole ritual for them: creams, gels, prayer. Itโs a battle every morning to get them to behave, to form defined, soft curls instead of a glorious, fluffy cloud. But today? Today is your day off. You woke up grumpy, your energy reserves are at zero, and the idea of spending an hour in the bathroom fighting with your hair feels like a cosmic injustice.
So you don't.
You pull on a hoodie, push your feet into slides, and brave the common area for breakfast with your hair in its completely natural, undefined state. Itโs a voluminous, frizzy halo around your head, and you truly could not care less. You just need coffee.
Youโre fumbling with the machine when Enjin walks in. He stops, looks you up and down, and a slow, shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
Without a word, he walks right up to you, reaches out, and just... plunges his whole hand into the side of your hair, ruffling it aggressively.
"Whoa. What is this?" he laughs, his fingers getting lost in the curls.
You immediately swat his arm away, your face heating up. "Get your damn grease-stained hands out of my hair!"
He pulls his hand back, still grinning. "Feels like a cleaning brush. A really angry one."
"You're an ass," you snap, turning back to the coffee. "Don't touch me."
He just leans against the counter, watching you. "Relax. It's kind of funny. You look like a pissed-off hedgehog."
That's the last straw. In a flash, you lunge for him, your hands aiming straight for his perfectly messy blonde spikes. "Oh yeah? How do you like it?!"
He yelps, dodging backward with a surprised laugh. "Hey! Watch the goods!"
What follows is a chaotic chase around the kitchen island. You're both laughing and breathless as you finally corner him, your fingers successfully diving into his hair and thoroughly demolishing his style. He lets you, his hands on your waist to steady you both, a wide, unreserved grin on his face as he looks down at you, your cheeks flushed, your wild hair even wilder now.
"Okay, okay! Truce!" he finally gasps, still chuckling. When you pull your hands back, he doesn't let go of your waist. His gaze softens, just a bit.
"Y'know," he says, his voice a little lower. "It's actually kinda cute. All... big and crazy like that. Suits you."
Before you can process it, he lets go, snatches the first mug of coffee, and takes a sip.