Don't Look at Me

──── MOM & DAD

the kids tease you by calling enjin and you mom & dad.

The first time it happened you almost hurled your jinki across the, now empty, battlefield.

Riyo stood in front of you and Enjin with her arms behind her back. Girl was covered in dirt and fresh scrapes after nearly getting herself crushed during a cleanup mission. You were pissed. And concerned.

“You can’t just rush ahead because you think you saw movement,” you snapped. “What if that thing had gotten you?”

“And if you get hurt,” Enjin added with a sharp glare, “You slow the entire team down.”

Riyo nodded dramatically the entire time, eyes wide with fake sincerity. You wanted to shake her, because you’d be heartbroken if something serious happened to her. Until she opened her mouth tho.

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed once the lecture ended. “I get it. I’ll keep it in mind, mom and dad.”

if there's one thing enjin will forever love doing, it's teasing the hell out of you. enjin x reader!!

enjin has a multitude of petnames from you, and with every day that passes, you swear each and every one of them becomes more absurd.

you had grown used to semiu snickering and zanka gagging every time he called for you — names like sweet cheeks, little lady, pretty thing, buttercup, princess — but the name he calls you by today? you're positive it can't get any more egregious than this.

"bugaboo? enjin, please tell me i've misheard you."

"hahh? what's wrong with bugaboo?!"

he yelps when you smack his arm before the sound transforms into a hearty cackle, and you resist the urge to smack him again and instead grip his arm firmly

"you are such a jackass! call me that in public and i'll turn you inside-out."

enjin has hearts for eyes when you tell him that, grinning with all his teeth as his fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel in front of him. he's driving leisurely today, for once, but the only reason for it was because he wanted to talk with you longer.

"don't say that stuff to me, bugaboo. ya'know it turns me on—yeeeeowch! you smack hard, lady!"

"the kids are sleeping in the back—"

"pshhh, they've heard me say worse," he snickers, and you shake your head in disbelief, flustered and speechless more than ever as you sit back in your seat with a huff

"you're so....ugh." you grumble, and enjin doesn't hesitate to lean over the center console and press a hard kiss onto your cheek. you whine, trying to push him off, but he just presses another one onto your forehead before pulling back

"—i have a colorful selection of nicknames for you, there has to be at least one that you like." he says, and when you don't respond, his eyes light up

"ohh so that's how it is? which one is it?! tell me!" he demands eagerly, but you merely look out the window and ignore him. unluckily for you, enjin loves a good challenge.

"all right then. we've got a bit of a ride ahead of us, so don't think i won't get it out of you, babydoll." he teases, but you merely roll your eyes, squinting to keep a lookout on the road since enjin would rather stare at you than be a responsible driver.

—unfortunately, your boyfriend was equally persistent as he was annoying (which was very much), and he knew you like no other. so, when he finally says the word pretty girl while reciting his long list and sees your lips twitch in his peripheral, his entire face lights up as if he's discovered something sacred and special.

"pretty girl? you like that?" he questions, smooth voice sending shivers down your spine, and when you mistakingly stammer, his eyes sharpen like a predator finding its prey

"aww, don't pout, pretty girl! pretty girl, pretty girl, my pretty girl, the prettiest girl," enjin coos, and your face is positively on fire. enjin's ridiculously loud laughter eventually stirs rudo from his sleep, who sits up with a confused mumble while zanka continues drooling all over the younger cleaner's shoulder — on the other hand, you keep one arm braced against the door so you can get out the moment the truck rolls to a stop

"wha...what's so funny?" rudo slurs sleepily, but enjin only grins in response, yelling at zanka to wake up as he yanks his keys out and chases after you. you're speed walking towards the entrance of hq after prompty exiting the truck the second it stopped, but enjin is quicker, coming from behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind

"you little—" you start, but enjin spins you around in his arms before you can cuss him out, and instead you squeal and tighten your hold on him

"what was that, pretty girl?" he questions with that handsome smirk that sends your heart racing, and the only thing you can do is hide your face in his neck as he throws his head back and laughs at you—again.

Enjin was obsessed with the sound of your voice. The sweet melody you emitted when you spoke drove him wild. You could even tell him you wished him dead, and his heart would pound like crazy just from hearing it coming from you.

He was obsessed with seeing you wear his uniform jacket, or when you couldn't find your clothes in the morning and opted for his shirt that left nothing to the imagination. He would simply bite his lip and imagine the most insane things with you in them.

"Enjin," you would say, and he would look at you with eyes full of lust, a gleam that not even his Jinki could produce.

"Yes, baby?" he would reply, his hand encircling your waist and pulling you dangerously close with that smile that drove you crazy.

Shadows dance under neon lights~

Yes I was listening to the song while drawing this

enjin is your unofficial boyfriend

enjin liked you. you knew it, he knew it. hell, everyone at HQ knew.

even though he shouldn’t, he acted like you were already his.

whenever you got ready, he’d linger in the doorway like he belonged there, arms crossed, watching you with that familiar, unreadable stare.

then, like it didn’t matter at all, he’d finally speak.

“well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?”

his voice was rough, but there was a strange warmth beneath it. the way he looked at you said everything.

he’d take you out one-on-one, saying HQ had gotten "boring". he acted like it was nothing, just casual—though it was clear to anyone paying attention that it wasn’t.

he always paid the tab too, barely even looking at the bill.

"it's pocket change."

you’d roll your eyes as he pulled the money from his wallet. you’d long passed the stage of arguing with him about it. he simply wouldn’t let you.

“enjin, i can pay for my own food.”

“i know.”

“…then why—”

“because i don’t want you to.”

and that was that.

anytime you left HQ without him, he'd constantly blow up your phone.

mary poppins: Hey. mary poppins: Where are you? mary poppins: Hello??? mary poppins: Don’t ignore me. mary poppins: I saw you walk out earlier mary poppins: Who was that guy mary poppins: was that your friend orrrr mary poppins: because he didn’t look like a friend mary poppins: is this some kind of prank? mary poppins: Text me ASAP

when you didn’t answer fast enough, he’d follow up with the most insulting excuse for concern.

mary poppins: if you’re dead i’m going to be pissed.

and every time he drove, he let you pick the music.

you didn’t even have to ask anymore. the second you reached for the aux, he’d already be handing it over.

“how come she always gets to pick the music?” zanka asked from the backseat, clearly annoyed.

"because,” enjin replied, like it was obvious.

zanka narrowed his eyes. “because…?”

enjin didn’t even look away from the road.

“mind ya business.”

zanka scoffed and stared out the window, sulking like a toddler. riyo choked on her laughter, turning her face away, and rudo blinked between the two of them, completely lost.

you just leaned back in the passenger seat, smug.

enjin’s hand shifted on the wheel.

then—subtle, like it was an accident—his knuckles brushed your thigh.

not enough for anyone else to notice.

just enough for you to.

enjin has a soft spot for you

enjin knew it was silly. there was no way you didn’t find him annoying. you were a healer, and he still showed up at the infirmary for the smallest things, always with that same half-serious, half-hopeful look on his face—like you were the only person in the world qualified to tell him whether he was dying or just being dramatic.

“hey do you think this mole on my shoulder could be skin cancer?”

"i sneezed and my back hurt. that’s not normal, right?"

" i swallowed chewing gum. can it clog my intestines and kill me?"

“do you have a bandaid? i don’t want this cut to get infected.”

“my knuckle cracked on its own… should i be worried?"

today was no different.

“my tooth aches, are you good with teeth?”

you blinked at him.

“am i good with teeth?” you repeated slowly.

“…yeah?”

“enjin get your ass back to work.”

“but it hurts! c’mon, you’re really smart i bet you could help me.”

you rolled your eyes. “i’m busy. come back another time.” you turned back to your notebook.

he peered over your shoulder. “oo whatchya working on?”

“enjin!”

“you’re horrible. i should have gone to alice’s. i’m leaving you a one star review.”

you spin around in your chair.

“only one star?” you frowned, mocking him. “if i give you some pain medication, will I get three?”

you held out the bottle, and he took it without hesitation.

“hm. i’ll sleep on that.” he smirked, already backing toward the door. “don’t work too hard, doc.”

and then he was gone.

shaking your head, you leaned back in your chair and sighed. you replayed the conversation in your mind and let out a quiet laugh.

your cheeks ached from smiling.

maybe he was annoying.

but if enjin kept finding excuses to come back, you weren’t sure you really minded.

part 2 to this ࣪ ˖

cw; pregnancy, vomiting + nausea, fluffy goodness!!. word count; 1.9k

He knew there was something off when you were more quiet then usual tonight. you hadn't picked up a single drink, didn't really flow into the crowd in the middle of the bar with Tomme or Semiu to the dance with — hardly made eye contact with him since you guys left HQ. simply, he watches you from the rowdy bar from afar, noticing your right leg feverishly jittering and you consistently chewing on your pointing finger. like something was troubling you.

Having enough with the growing suspense eating away at the back of his pondering mind, Enjin chugs back the last bit of his beer, tells Bro and Gris that he'd be right back and marches his way across the bar to you, easily swiveling and shoving pass the intoxicated drunks crowding the floor. he needed answers as to why you were acting so, off. more anxious and fiddly then usual.

so when he approaches you, he slides himself onto the empty bar stool next to you, casually orders himself a drink and leisurely tries to make conversation with you. but you kept it short and concise, eyes glued to everything else around you but him. and it bothered him.

"so, what's got ya' so worked up sweetness? did I piss ya off or something that I'm not aware about? didn't even say happy birthday to me today or anything, kinda feel a little heartbroken here" he jokes, taking the pint of beer that was served to him and taking a sip from it.

"not worked up, and no, you didn't...do...anything, I just...I'm ok, En', I promise" you still wouldn't even give him the tiniest whip of a glance, and it was making him more antsy. so, he takes another, but, longer gulp of his beverage this round. notices your leg still rumbling beneath the bar.

"is that why your leg is jittering like that?" he implies, your muscles go stiff, leg immediately stopping it's unease habit.

"or why you can't even make eye contact with me?"

and there it went, your entire (or what you had left built) composure instantly drop to the depth of your twisting, nervous stomach. your teeth halting their chipping at your nail. the imminent gaze of his golden irises bore directly onto, into you. you instinctively swallow back a nervous, weighted breath. guess you couldn't wait to tell him after all.

damn this man for being so unnaturally perceptive and insistent.

you exhale a low, defeated sigh, eyes dragging dreadfully slowly to meet his stare.

god you wanted to throw up right there and then. your stomach twists even harder, nausea already starting to settle in, making you dizzy. the nicotine, alcoholic groggy atmosphere that shrouded you only making the sickening feeling that much worse. when you part your lips to formulate words, to explain to him what was bothering you, you felt everything around go blurry. eyes hazy and limbs feeling numb. like you couldn't keep your weight steady, aligned.

and the moment you try to turn to face him, you practically faint right there at the foot of your stool — but instinctively, Enjin catches you. holds you safely in his arms and yells inaudibly above you, then around him to get the other adult cleaners attention. then, everything goes blank.

—

what felt like an hour or so, you finally slowly started to come to.

body felt weak, eyes heavy and glossy and stomach still feeling tight and queasy. every sense you had felt like it was perched on overdrive and extremely sensitive to the slightest movement, aroma and sound.

when you fully wake up, coming back fully conscious, you notice that you were back inside of your bedroom, laid out on your bed. with Enjin hunched over next to you on your bed, arms crouched in on his knees and face expressionless. like he was lost in thought. keening to the rambling thoughts running through his spaced out gaze.

you groan softly, lifting your dizzying weight shifting under your comforting blanket.

"what happened?" you ask, Enjin barely budges, but he takes in a deep inhale and looks at you.

"you passed out on me at the bar, so we brought you back home" he explains, you groan again, the prominent urge to vomit all over the place quickly dwells over you. hastily hurling your body from the comfort of your bed to the cold floor of your bathroom. kneeling and crouching over right on your toilet. your throat felt like it was set on fire, burning and searing through your esophagus as nothing but clear liquids expelled from your churning stomach.

your hands firm and sturdy on the edge of the toilet seat, violently yacking up what you could to rid of the horrid burning sensation. and for a brief, instinctual moment, your eyes wafted over to your trash bin. which seemed to have been scoured through.

again, your stomach plummets in mild distress. pupils sinking and nerves rattling frantically beneath your feverish skin.

oh.

oh no.

the sound of weighted boots gradually approaches from behind you at the foot of your bathroom door. a slight creak against the fringes of the door grates into your ears, meaning, he must've leaned his weight casually against the open barrier. heavy weight of anxiety and tension weighing down on the slouch of your back and shoulders.

"now I get it."

god, why did his smooth, diligent voice made you want to hurl yourself out the window of your bathroom. your grip on the edge of your toilet seat tightens, your body swallowed up by immense uneasiness and turmoil.

"...Enjin...I was going to tell you but..." another ruthless rush of burning liquid whips you from speaking, instantly hurling back over the toilet.

"...when did you find out?" his voice was so uncharacteristically calm, collected. scary. it truly frightened you.

he gives you a minute to adjust yourself and explain, you clean up a bit and turn slightly to face him.

"this morning, before we left for the mission" his eyes shot promptly right on you in that moment.

"so you went on a dangerous, risky mission knowing you were pregnant?!" his voice pitched higher, not so much as in angry, enraged way but, more out of massively concerned and perpetuated way. then, you finally notice the pregnancy tube clutched tightly in his left hand.

you shrunk where you sat, closed your eyes and exhaled a breath.

"I...I knew I could handle it and I did." you proclaimed, Enjin's eyes twitch, but says nothing.

"I needed to...clear my head. it was weighing my mind, En'...I needed to not think about it...needed time to tell you properly, I didn't want to scare you..." you silently murmur, slowly meeting his conflicted glare. the grip around the tube much more constricting around his cupped hand. but eventually, loosens it's fierce grip, shoulders easing and eyes softening in a long, much needed blink to gather his thoughts. he sighs, leaning more relaxed and deflated against the foot of your door, gazes down at you, softly now walking towards you and sitting on the ledge of your bathtub beside you.

"Baby, this is HUGE" he breathes, gently raising his right hand to smooth delicately down your back.

"like LITERALLY HUGE" he strongly emphasizes.

"You're literally carrying our baby, sweetness...the last thing I want is for you to throw yourself out into the face of danger and endangering you and our child's life" he softly mutters, strolling his right hand from the arch of your back to cup your wet, heated cheek, your heart flutters against your chest. pupils dilate to his emphasize on "our" kid. as though he sounded elated to hear the news.

"so...you're not mad En'?"

"I mean, aside of you literally, thoughtlessly jumping your way into line of danger while knowing you were pregnant, no doll, I'm not mad" he reassures you, inky thumb carefully brushing along your warm cheek as he studies over your adoring face with such assurance and awe.

"In fact, I'm fucking elated that you're pregnant with my child! to think I'm actually going to be a father to a mini you or me?!" he chirps up the brightest grin on his face, still cupping your face as you sob out a giddy, somber chuckle to his excitement. you lean into his palm, letting the soothing warmth of his hand lull you into a sense of relief and delight. you cup your right hand over his against your cheek, tears strolling down the plain of your simmering cheeks.

"...you goofball" you both snicker, he continues to brush his thumb along your skin, fanning away the descending tears. gently leans forward to press his forehead against yours, nose ghosting over yours and honeyed eyes lovingly gazing into your own.

"hopefully our child will pick up on their father's immaculate eccentric traits" he teases, you lowly scoff, playfully rolling your weighted eyes.

"let's hope not" again, you both share a subtle cackle. locking eyes once more and reeling in to each other's safe and endearing rapture.

"do you think I'll be a...decent father?" he questions, you only blink once, warmth swarming in your chest and a flicker of love and enthrallment swimming in your glossy eyes. you lean up to kiss his lips gingerly, faintly pulling away, noticing him trying to chase your soft lips and smile. your right hand smoothing along his cheek.

"you'll be a great father En', how you practically raise Rudo, Zanka and Riyo, how you nurture and guide them, making sure they do right and well nourished, I'd say you would make the best father, baby" this time, you reassure him, smiling at his assured sigh and press into your forehead with his.

"you're going to be the best and hottest mother, doll" he grins.

"I mean, watching your belly swell and you cutely waddling around with MY kid? god damn, I would be lying if I didn't say the idea wasn't turning me on" he blatantly admits, you scoff with another eye roll, pinching him at the left corner of his lip and pulling it.

"keep it in your pants sir. look where it's gotten me" you state, he cackles loudly, proudly.

"'M not lying though pretty, you being a mom really does inflict something inside of me...hey, maybe we can give little junior here a sibling soon, with your good looks and my dashing charms? I'd say our children would be lethal around here" you both ensue another elated laughs, your pinch on his lip stretching further.

"what did I literally just say En'? keep your shameless breeding kink to yourself, boy" you both laugh, enthusiastically.

moments of shared elevation and enlightenment, you both draw back into each others subtle, sentimental closeness. foreheads pressing against each other and eyes drowning into one another's.

"so...when do we tell the others? to...Corvus?" you tread lightly, stomach twisting at the thought. Enjin only scoffs with a boyish smirk and dignified chuckle.

"whenever YOU'RE ready baby, I'm fine with telling them now, I honestly don't think he would mind it honestly, you'll obviously will just be on bed rest until your due date" you immediately scowl at the idea, Enjin grins more lovingly this time, sweeping his thumb over your cute pouting lips.

"don't give me the pouty face sweetness, I won't be having my gorgeous babymama chucking her and our babies life out recklessly on the field, like some hot, adrenaline-pump lunatic" he leans forward to plant a tender kiss to your nose, you only lightly loosen your grip on his lip, sighing in defeat.

"you're so lucky your cute En'"

"the luckiest, doll"

tags (sorry, idk if you wanted to be tagged for an update of the first part to this!); @power566710 , @daikiswife 𑣲 ࣪ ˖

hes kinda ooc mb

Enjin was very perceptive, especially when it came to you so when you showed the first signs of being ill he was on top of it.

"Look, I talked to the boss about not sending you on any missions while I'm away," he stroked your hair as you laid in bed with your back to him "I still think you should go and see Alice."

"It's not a big deal, I'll be fine." You turned to look at him, "now go, they're all waiting on you... and be safe, okay?"

Enjin felt a strange, inexplicable tug in his chest. A protective instinct that had been humming under his skin ever since you first started showing symptoms of being sick. He just wanted to pull you closer, to wrap his arms around you and drag you to the doctor to find out what was wrong himself. But instead he settled for a lopsided smirk.

"I always am," he pressed a kiss to lips, "My choker'll be on. If anything happens call me."

You nodded, knowing you would not call him while he was on a mission.

Thinking about how he reacts to the news of becoming a father

⋆. 𐙚 Gris Rubion x wife!reader, fluff (w/c: 2.8k)

Gris wants nothing more than to be a father. He’s told you his dreams about starting a family way before the two of you even got married

He didn’t want to rush things, though, wanting to build a solid relationship with you first and foremost. But when you tell him you’re pregnant, needless to say, he cries happy tears

“You’re pregnant!” Tomme exclaims, and you quickly shush her, trying not to laugh yourself as she takes the ultrasound photo from you. There, the confirmation is plain for her to see, written with your tentative due date of July. “No way! This is so exciting! When did you find out?”

“Like an hour ago,” you say. “I just got back from Alice’s. She said I’m about seven weeks along.”

“Oh my gosh! Congrats!” The younger girl hugs you tightly, which you reciprocate. “Have you told Gris yet?”

“Not yet, and I was hoping you could maybe help me with that?”

You trusted Tomme like a younger sister and knew she would have several ideas for how to tell your husband. Granted, you could just tell him outright, but where would be the fun in that?

By the time Gris returns from his assignment that evening, you’re practically giddy with excitement. “Well, hello to you too,” he chuckles as you meet him in the lobby (where you definitely had not spent the last couple hours wearing a hole into the floors). “I was only gone for a few hours. You miss me that much?”

You merely grin, standing on your toes to kiss him. “I just have this gift that I’ve been waiting to give you.”

“Gift?” Gris questions. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just come with me and find out.” You pull him along, sending Tomme a little wink when you pass her in the lounge.