Glitch Stuff

Enjin and you as fuck buddies, but after spending so many days and nights together, you both began to develop deeper feelings. For a while neither of you say anything and continue to live like normal. Maybe Enjin gets more touchy in public and maybe you’re softer towards him, but everything else remains the same. 

It’s only when you find out that he still goes out to bars and picks up other women when you aren’t available that you begin to realize something needs to change. At first, it’s simply putting distance between you two. Enjin notices it and is disappointed at the fact that you aren’t laughing at his jokes or are avoiding eye contact, but it wasn’t like you and him were mixed up with emotions so he just leaves it alone.

One night, he calls you and asks you to visit his room and you know tonight was the night. So you go, like normal, but when you get there you leave your shoes on. He makes a joke about it, but quickly changes his tune when he sees you just avert your gaze even further and cross your arms as if you are trying to comfort yourself.

“Hey, what’s-“

“Let’s stop this.” Those three words shatter something fragile in him that he didn’t even know existed. 

It hurt.

It hurt like hell. But what hurt even more was seeing the face you made. The way your eyes were glassy, how you bit your lip, the fact that you wouldn’t even look at him as you held yourself.

“What?”

“I can’t continue to be what we are. I…I have feelings for you and it isn’t fair to either of us. I can’t give you what you want anymore, and you can’t give me what I want either.” He heard all the words, but they sank in slowly. His mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words to say because he liked you too. Yet, for as much as that was true, he couldn’t bring himself to be in a relationship with you. I mean, he’s already hurt you this much while just being a situationship.

His hands ached to reach for you as you turned around and reached for the door. Even in the last seconds, he couldn’t make himself say anything. He knew he was shitty. Seeing you so shattered and sad only made him realize that more.

So you left.

My sweet son

Imagine Tamsy meeting you, but you’re an angel in the Panty and Stocking kind of way. You guys are two VERY different ‘angels’.

It would take him a second to adjust to you, obviously. I mean, he’s so serious and talking about death and sacrifices, thinking he is an angel that is creating a god. Meanwhile, you’re just there - an actual angel - completely stripping before fighting with your underwear that had now turned into the coolest weapon he has ever seen.

I can totally see a meeting where ya’ll are just staring at each other, recognizing the other for what they are. Tamsy, who at the time doesn’t know how real angels act, is giddy at the idea that you are there to help him with his plan. You on the other hand, just think he’s a hot lunatic so you play along with his shenanigans to eventually get into his pants. When he sees you actually work, his jaw is (mentally) on the floor.

“He makes me laugh.” - You

Your lips change color.

Well, that’s Enjins current running theory. He began to notice that sometimes your lips were a different color than others, but that color never rubbed off no matter what. It’s like they just were that color. Sometimes a brighter pink or red, other times a deep mahogany. He has even seen them be almost gray. It very much confused the poor man to the point where he asked Gris about it one day.

“What?”

“Yeah, haven’t you noticed? Sometimes they’re a different color than others but it doesn’t look like lipstick and I never see it fade, even when we all eat together.” Gris kind of just stared at Enjin, who had the most straight face he had seen, for a few seconds.

“You’re joking…right?"

“Why would I be joking about this?” That makes Gris laugh at the unbelievable conversation he found himself in.

“It’s lip stain."

“…” The pause was far longer than it should have been as that information sank in. “It’s what?"

“Lip stain? You seriously didn’t know? I thought everyone knew. Sometimes during missions, I help her reapply it. It’s actually really cute because as soon I’m done helping her and the stain is dry, she gives me a little kiss on the cheek.” Enjin felt his mood sour at realizing that not only was he the only one who didn’t know this, but also because he now knew the little cheek kisses you gave him weren’t special to only him.

And another thing, why did you seek out Gris's help? Shouldn’t you ask him for help?? Though, despite being all pouty right now about it, he can understand why you wouldn’t go up to a Cleaner during a job and ask for help fixing your makeup.

“Hey, guys!”

"Speak of the devil.” Enjin mumbled, crossing his arms as you walked in. The annoyed look he had confused you. As you sat down between the two, you looked to Gris.

“What’s got his panties in a twist?"

“Don’t-"

“He didn’t know you wore lip stain. Thought your lips changed color naturally.” You couldn’t help the laugh that came from you.

“Well it ain’t my fault! Apparently you only ask Gris for help!"

“I ask more than just Gris for help. I just don’t ask you because I know you’ll try something.” He gave you a hurt expression despite knowing you were right. You rolled your eyes with a smile at that look. “I was just about to put some on. Would you like to do it for me?”

“Fucking obviously.” With that, he pulled you into his lap and took the product from your hand. He was far more serious about this than you thought he would be. His hands were gentle, one under your jaw to keep you still and the other holding the wand. You couldn’t help but notice how his eyes were glued to your lips as he worked. It took a bit of effort not to smile. Soon enough, he was finished and you were just waiting for it to dry.

“See? Nothing to get worked up over.” You spoke, feeling Gris’s eyes bore into the side of you as you stayed on Enjins lap. He let out a small hum to show he acknowledged your words. “I just got a new lipstick, can you help me with that one too?” He just held his hand out, taking the next product from you and doing the exact same thing as before.

“Do you want some?” Your words caught him a bit off guard.

“I’m not putting on lipstick."

“But it really looks like you need it.” Maybe you were lying about being worried over him doing something and were more so worried about you doing something. He got the hint and smirked a little, pulling you closer before your lips met.

It was a quick kiss, just enough for some of the lipstick to rub off on him. Enough to leave him wanting more. You pulled apart before smirking down at him. That look made him confused, knowing that you were planning something in that pretty little head of yours from just that look alone.

“Hey, what’s that - wait. Why do my lips hurt?!” He started wiping at them to try and get the lipstick off as they started to tingle and almost hurt. You climbed off his lap and settled back into the spot you were previously in while laughing.

“It’s a plumping lipstick."

“Why the fuck would you do that to me?!"

“Because it’s funny, duh.” A hand fell to your waist, turning your attention to Gris who was now closer than before.

I know it’s good for me so I choke it down but lord :,)