here you’ll find soft kisses under the umbreaker and sleepy forehead touches. Sometimes it’s heartbreak, obsession, ruined mascara and tattooed fingers that hold you desperately. This blog runs on fluff, angst, tension and the occasional sinful thought. One post might make you giggle and kick your feet, the next might leave you staring at the ceiling at 2AM. Come inside, doll, and have a good time with our man. — yours truly, MJ.
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꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ had a reputation before you ever learned his name. loud laugh, louder parties, the kind of guy who thrived on attention and wore arrogance like cologne. you told yourself to avoid him. people like him didn’t notice girls like you. or just used them for pity fucks and something’s to laugh about later.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ noticed you anyway. across a packed basement, red cup in hand, eyes cutting through bodies, girls throwing themselves at him and flashing lights until they landed on yours. he didn’t look away. just smirked, because he’d already decided you’re gonna be his.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ started appearing everywhere after that. same lecture hall. same coffee line. leaning in your doorway with a lazy grin when you left the library. “crazy coincidence,” he’d say. you thought he played you… for now.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ teased you relentlessly. called you cute when you got flustered. tapped your notebook shut when you studied too long at his house party. “live a little,” he murmured. his big hand engulfed yours until your full attention was on him - and only him.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ hated when other guys spoke to you. the grin stayed, but his jaw tightened. he’d sling an arm over your shoulders, casual and possessive all at once. “she’s with me,” he’d say lightly. but his eyes gleamed darkly. no one was allowed to take you from him. no one.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ showed up one night unannounced, quieter than usual. no crowd. no music. just him and the dim hallway light. “you didn’t text back,” he whispered. fuck, he was so restless, thinking you gave up on him - the ex playboy. the campus god.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ wasn’t joking when he stepped closer. when his fingers brushed your cheek instead of your wrist. his smile faltered for the first time since you met him. “you know I think about you, right?” he whispered. “all the fucking time.”
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ tried to play it cool when you tried to laugh it off, shrug it away. but his eyes gave him up - so intense, so in fucking love. you were the only solid thing in a world he pretended not to care about.
꒰ FRATBOY ENJIN ꒱ laid awake that night staring at his ceiling, phone clutched in his hand, your name glowing on the screen. obsession didn’t suit the image he’d built and didn’t fit the easygoing mask. but every time he closed his eyes, it was you there. and he wasn’t laughing anymore.
Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
Enjin had been too quiet all day. That’s when you knew something was up. He didn’t grace you with that little smirk that got your toes curling.
Nothing. Nada.
You should’ve known it was only a matter of time until the tension snapped and you’d argue. That scared you a lot. Fighting. This goddamn anxiety of losing Enjin.
And then it happened—
“You looked real cozy back there.”
His voice cut through the air like his umbreaker.
“What?” you frowned.
Stiffly he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. A normal gesture for anyone, but you could see how tense he was.
“With him. Zodyl. Didn’t think you’d switch sides that easily.”
Your stomach plummeted. “That’s not— Enjin! That’s not what happened.”
He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Really? Cuz from where I was standing, it looked like you were ready to walk right over to the raiders and stay there.”
“That’s not fair?”
“Not fair?” he pushed himself off the wall. “Not fair’s also watching you standing next to him like you belong to him.”
“I don’t and you know that.”
“Yea. Could’ve fooled me.”
Getting stabbed would hurt less than hearing this. Enjins trust and love meant everything to you and you cherished it daily. And now every word is aimed to hurt.
“You don’t understand,” you swallowed.
“Then explain it,” he snapped immediately. “Cuz I’m getting real tired of guessing what the hell you’re thinking.”
There it was - the edge in his voice. That possessive undertone. He was afraid, even if he’d never admit it. You searched for the right words, wanting to reassure your man that there’d be never someone else.
But that second of hesitation costed you almost everything.
“Unbelievable,” his jaw ticked.
“No no. Listen,” you stepped forward. “It’s not about choosing sides. Back then - before I joined the cleaners - Zodyl and I… we had to rely on each other. It was survival. If we hadn’t—“
“If you hadn’t what?” Enjin cut in coldly. “Fallen for him?”
“Huh?” your eyes widened. “What? No!”
He wasn’t convinced. Not even a little.
“Right,” he dragged a hand through his hair in painful frustration. “So that’s why you look at him like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like he’s worth saving.”
The words hung heavily between you as your mouth snapped shut. That part wasn’t wrong.
“He’s not what you think he is.”
Enjin’s expression hardened instantly. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“He’s not,” you insisted, stepping closer. “You didn’t see him back then. You didn’t see what he did to keep us alive. He’s not… he’s not evil, Enjin. He’s just—”
“On the wrong path?” he scoffed.
You nodded anyway and your man just stared at you. Then the most painful laugh bubbled from his throat.
This can’t be happening, you thought, please don’t. I need to do better. I need to convince him.
“Unbelievable,” he repeated quieter. “You’re defending him.”
“I’m not defending what he does now,” you said quickly. “I’m just saying he’s not beyond saving—”
“And what about me?”
The question hit you like a slap as you blinked. “What?”
He stepped closer and closer, invading your presence. Crowding you against the wall your breath hitched. His presence was overwhelming.
“You’re so damn concerned about saving him. But what about me, huh?”
“Enjin—“
“No seriously,” he hissed into your ear. “You think I don’t see it? The way you look at him? That you fucking hesitate when it comes to him?”
“That’s not fair,” you whispered.
“Nothing about this is fair,” he shot back.
His clock-like eyes are so raw. You had never see him this vulnerable. Jealous, yes. But never this fragile. It made you sick.
“I’m right here,” he continued. “I’ve been right here and you’re standing there talking about how he can still be saved.”
Your chest tightened painfully. “You don’t need saving.”
“Don’t I?”
Your entire posture faltered at this. And Enjin looked away defeated. He was cracking open.
“I don’t trust him,” he muttered. “And I don’t trust what he wants with you.”
“He doesn’t want anything from me,” you said gently.
“Yea?” his gaze snapped back to yours. “Then why does it feel like I’m the one losing you?”
Your mouth opened and closed again, because you didn’t have an answer that’d fix this.
His hand came up and for a split second it looked like he wanted to touch you. And you wanted this touch. Instead he rested the hand next to your head on the wall.
“You should’ve told me,” he said. “About your past with him. All of it.”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
“It matters to me.”
Now you reached out for him… but he stepped back. Not once he ever denied your touch, but now he did. The pain was unbearable.
“Enjin, please.”
“I don’t like this,” he choked out. “I don’t like the way you look at him. I don’t like the way you defend him. And I really don’t like how it makes me feel.”
“Talk to me, Enjin. I want to make it better for you— us,” you pleaded.
Again that heavy silence as he just stared at you. “I think you’re choosing him over us.”
Hit and sunk.
“I don’t,” you sobbed out.
“No? Then fucking prove it to me,” he said, and then he left.
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i’m so sorry for being barely around. i’m just not feeling too well and managing two blogs just became too much. i’ll still upload 1-2 stories weekly and hope things will be better soon. i miss you dolls.
So this might be little but this does mean a lot to me and I hope it means a lot to you also!
(If this also comes in any kinda way that seems like a stalker way I'm sorry! Or if it makes you uncomfortable even though I tried not to make you feel weird Im sorry! 😞)
You have like been my 1# writer to read from, you bring me comfort with allll your enjin fanfics/one shots
I come every day on this app and go to your page to see if you have posted and every time you do I feel myself fuming with excitement even if its a storie or you just replying to people.
You have also have brought comfort to me! So much I cant even put it into words.
I also have seen post where you also talk about your health and I truly hope your getting better and doing okay!
Please know also if any hate comes towards you, try not to listen cause your work is amazing and I cant even think of how it's bad in anyway possible.
If you feel like no one is reading, I am😭🙏
Even though I'm not responding it's just cause I don't on this app, but with how amazingly your account is and how much comfort I got from you I came out to you today!
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Today on things that triggered Enjin’s cuteness aggressions was your laugh.
Not the loud one where you sometimes snorted so hard Enjin thought you might suffocate. Nope. It was that soft, breathy little one that spilled out of you when one of the others said something stupid. A quiet hnh followed by that warm, airy giggle that made your shoulders lift and your eyes squint just a tiny bit.
Wait. Back to Enjin and his cuteness aggressions. He never had them before with anyone, but with you. Oh boy. That man is totally gone for you so sometimes they just broke out, and usually he could mask them. Tonight however was a whole different story. He was already buzzing from some beer and his heart warm from being surrounded by his unharmed you and friends after a rough mission.
Now add that with you wearing his shirt. You letting out these sweet giggles. You blushing. You you you. Well, you had Enjin being full of extra love.
So. He froze completely.
Before he head been leaning back, cigarette tangling lazily between his fingers. The conversations around him blurred to one and he was only half listening. But the second that sound hit him, something in his chest snapped.
That was dangerous. Very dangerous. You won’t be safe anymore.
His jaw tightened. His fingers curled. The cigarette bent slightly under the pressure.
What the hell was that?, he asked himself like he didn’t know.
Oops, you did it again.
Another laugh filled his ears. This one was a little brighter and more open. In return his entire body jolted like it was under attack.
Man was about to go nuclear.
We talk about tensed shoulders, teeth clenched so hard they might fall out, and his free hand came up to drag down his face like he was physically trying to contain something.
You’re so—
He cut the thought off immediately.
No. Nope. Absolutely fucking not. Not here.
There were people around. His crew and friends. Idiots who would tease him for the next ten business days if he suddenly lost his fucking mind over you sounding cute.
So Enjin did what Enjin always did.
He shook it off. He pretended. He tried to act cool… it lasted for about thirty seconds.
Because suddenly you leaned a bit closer and found it was about time to put your head against his shoulder. All while you still talked so casually and comfortably. So fucking unaware of the effect you were having on him.
Fuck, he loved you so much.
He’d like to say the danger was over for the moment, but then you laughed again. (when did Semiu get so funny, huh?).
Whatever. You laughed again, all adorable, and this time Enjin even felt that laughter.
Enjin inhaled sharply through his nose. His entire body locked up. This was it.
Oh my fucking god.
His knee started bouncing. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched so hard it almost broke.
This was bad. This was really bad.
Now that feeling wasn’t only in his chest. It also was in his hands. In his arms. In that awful, terrible, overwhelming urge crawling under his skin that made him want to grab you. And he wouldn’t be gentle about it.
He wanted shake you a little. Bite your cheek. Press his face into your neck and growl about how cute you are until it stopped hurting.
His grip tightened around the cigarette until the ash fell off. Someone was talking to him. He didn’t hear a word.
You said his name. And along with it, you made that tiny, questioning noise. Soft, curious, just for him.
He snapped.
“You—” his voice came out rough.
Everyone looked at him. To be fair - if they wouldn’t know Enjin and that he worshipped the ground you walked on they would’ve gotten between you. Now they were just curious.
You blinked up to him, all big eyes. “Yeah?”
Cute. Adorable. Gorgeous. Beautiful. His his his.
That was it - the cherry on fucking top.
Enjin stood up so abruptly his chair scraped loudly against the ground.
“I need a second.”
Riyo, Gris, Semiu - anyone who knew him better knew that the control in his voice was faked. You knew it the best. But before anyone could say anything, his hand wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you up with him.
“Come here.”
He was out of control. You barely had time to React before he dragged you a few steps away, out of earshot, into a narrow space between walls. His hands immediately came up to cup your face as he stared you down.
“What is wrong with you,” he muttered almost pained, thumbs pressing into your cheeks as he squished your face enough to make your lips pout.
“What?” you stared at him startled.
“That laugh,” he cut in immediately, eyes sharp accusing you of… well. “Stop that.”
You blinked again. “My laugh?”
“Yeah, your laugh,” he snapped, but there was no real bite to it. He was frustrated and wound too tight. “You keep doing it.”
You let out a small, confused huh, and that only made it worse. His grip tightened instantly.
“See? That. That thing.” god, he was growling at his girl. “Don’t do that in front of me.”
“Why?” you smiled all happily, because your clever brain slowly caught on.
Smiling. He stared at you like you had just made everything ten times worse which, honestly, you had. Now his chest felt like it was going to cave in.
“Because I can’t—” he stopped himself, jaw tightening again. His thumbs pressed harder into your cheeks, squishing your face a little more. “I can’t deal with it.”
Another soft, but helpless, laughter escaped you. In return Enjin gave you a strangled noise.
And then he gave up.
His forehead dropped against yours, his hands still holding your face in place as he exhaled sharply.
“You’re so fucking cute it’s actually pissing me off,” he muttered completely serious. “I wanna bite you.”
“That’s not very nice, Enjin,” you giggled softly.
“I don’t care,” he shot back immediately, lifting his head to look at you again, eyes dark and intense. “You did this.”
You huffed another tiny laugh - obviously finding joy in his misery.
Mistake.
His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you close to… nip at your cheek. Of course not hard, but enough to make his point.
“Enjin!”
“Told you,” he hummed against your skin, clearly not sorry at all.
His grip softened a little after that, thumb brushing over your cheek where he’d bitten you, like he was soothing something he’d caused himself.
“Seriously. Don’t do that again,” he said. “Or at least warn me first.”
Because next time he wasn’t sure he’d manage to walk away before losing it completely.
[Everyone who reads Gachiakuta will probably understand this, but I also don’t really want to spoil what happens. I’m just tense and hoping for the next chapter. Enjin, please, the children miss you. This took way too long.]
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enjin struggles with his confidence once he falls head over heels for your pretty self.
Enjin hated mirrors. He knew exactly what people saw when they looked at him.
The tattoos that crawled over his skin like spilled ink. The smell of smoke that clung into his clothes. The rough features and the large scar on his skull. Hands that looked better suited for fighting than to hold something beautiful.
He fit the pit and it had never been a problem until you.
You looked like something untouched by all of this. Where grime stained the walls and nearly everyone carried exhaustion beneath their eyes you somehow stayed pristine.
He didn’t even mean this in a bad way. You weren’t spoiled like the Nijikus or acted above everyone else. You were just neat.
Your clothes were always clean, layered and styled. Trimmed nails and hair that never looked tangled - even after missions. You smelled faintly like soap instead of smoke and blood and rust.
The first time Enjin saw you fixing the collar of your coat in a cracked mirror he genuinely thought you had gotten lost. Someone like you should’ve been up in the sphere - not down here beside people like him.
He cringed at himself for thinking that way. You were kind and talked to everyone the same way. Not once you had acted superior.
No, you were found joking around with the cleaners. You sat with rudo and the kids to doodle and share snacks. Enjin had once seen you sewing riyo’s jacket with a tiny sewing kit you carried around.
You belonged here more than most people. Still, Enjin’s brain couldn’t stop thinking about the difference between you and him.
Somehow his brain also added Gris to the mix. Gris with his composed appearance and smooth confidence. Gris who looked out together with his shiny blond hair. Gris who could stand beside you and just fit there.
Enjin compared himself to his friend a lot after meeting you. The ash that clung to his fingers. That he has really prominent knuckles. His tattoos that covered part of the truth and could been seen as aggressive to someone polished as you.
You didn’t smoke. Fuck, the smoking.
One night he caught sight of himself in a window reflection while lighting a cigarette and immediately put it out.
Zanka got real nervous watching this. “Are you sick?”
Enjin scoffed. “Shut up.”
But afterward he stared at the crushed cigarette under his boot and wondered if you hated the smell.
It got worse over time. Every little interaction sat under his skin for days.
He watched you smiling at Gris. Once you adjusted follo’s collar while talking to him.
It was the fucking fact that you looked so natural standing beside people who looked cleaner, calmer, prettier.
Enjin started avoiding you without even meaning to. Fuck. It wasn’t his intention, okay?
But he’d leave rooms. Stood further away during meetings or just hang outs. He pretended to be busy. Because each time you smiled at him hope blossomed in his chest.
Hope was a dangerous for someone like him.
The thing he failed to realize was that you noticed his absence.
Your expression fell a bit when he stopped sitting beside you or how he stopped joking around with you. He didn’t tease you at all anymore and you didn’t knew why.
Maybe you had upset him somehow
At first you thought maybe you’d upset him somehow until semiu spilled the beans, having mercy with the two of you.
“Dude’s losing his mind because he thinks you’d prefer Gris.”
“What?”
“You didn’t know, huh? I’m not surprised. Dude’s not known for talking about his feelings.
Suddenly everything made sense to you. And oh, your face grew warm. That was something you could work with and finally talk to him.
In the evening you got your chance when you found Enjin alone on the roof of headquarters, leaning against the railing while smoke curled into the air beside him.
You walked over quietly. “Can I sit here?”
Poor man nearly jumped as he stared at you. “Yeah. Sure.”
You sat beside him and for a moment neither of you spoke. Then you reached over, plucked the cigarette from his fingers, and took the last drag of it. Enjin stared at you in absolute horror.
“That was my last one.”
“You can survive.”
A weak laugh escaped him as he shook the head. You snipped the cig bud over the railing and it was so unlike you. He liked it.
You glanced at him carefully. “Why have you been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t.”
“You have.”
“A little.”
“Why?”
Enjin rubbed a hand over his face.
‘because you’re too pretty for me. Because standing beside you makes me feel filthy. Because I look at Gris and think yeah, obviously you’d pick someone like him.’
He couldn’t say any of that aloud. So instead he shrugged roughly. “You just seem more comfortable around cleaner guys.”
The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. You blinked confused.
“Cleaner guys?”
“Y’know.” he gestured vaguely at himself. “Less… this.”
Oh he sounded so fucking bitter. You stared at him for several long seconds before realization softened your face.
“Oh.”
Shit. Can he please rewind and push all the words back into his throat? His jaw twitched as he spoke up again.
“You don’t gotta pretend or anything. I know what I look like.”
“Enjin.”
“You and Gris make more sense.”
“Enjin.”
“He’s—”
“Enjin.”
Your hand grabbed his wrist firmly. It shut him up instantly.
“You really think I’d choose someone based on how polished they look? Do you really think so low of me?”
He didn’t answer, because yes. No. Yes. But he didn’t think low of you.
You sighed softly, thumb brushing against the tattoos on his wrist. “I like your tattoos and those hoops in your ears.”
“What?”
“And your hands,” you smiled softly. “They look warm.”
Something genuinely helpless crossed his face. Nobody had ever described him as warm before. He knew he was the connection for many of them, but being described as warm was new.
“And for the record,” you added quieter now, “You’re really handsome.”
What?
His entire body went still. Handsome? Him? You weren’t lying either. He saw you once lying. It was terrible.
Heat climbed violently up his neck. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.”
“No it isn’t.”
“It is.”
“You need your eyes checked.”
You laughed softly and the sound nearly killed him. Suddenly all those awful thoughts in his head felt quieter.
You shifted closer until your shoulder bumped his and you rested your head against his shoulder. Not caring that you smudged your pants on the dirty roof or that he cleaned his coat, well, many many moons ago the last time.
“I don’t care if you smoke,” you murmured. “Or if you’re rough around the edges. None of that scares me.”
“You should be scared,” Enjin whispered.
“I’m not.”
Enjin looked down at your hand still resting over his tattooed wrist and felt something painful bloom in his chest. Again the hope, but this time it didn’t feel ugly.
“Give me a chance,” you added quietly. “I’m more than clean clothes like I know you’re more than tattoos and cigarettes.”
Enjin looked at you for a long time and then he did the only right thing. He turned his hand around and interlocked your fingers together. “Okay.”
