hear me out, vox with a gen z mentality, similar to your rage baiter reader but he just genuinely does not know what they are talking about EVER
I love that because I can imagine Vox staring at you and feeling like such a boomer — which he absolutely loathes. I mean, he does everything in his power to stay up to date with modern trends and humor and whatnot, but you?
You just have to remind him how old he is, don’t you? Like, why is it so hard for you to speak like a ‘normal’ person, at least whenever he’s around? Even if he doesn’t care about what you have to say, he wants to know. It’s a bad habit of his.
Gen Z mentality or not, your vocabulary eventually spurs on Vox to grab you by the arms, lift you up, and sit you down on a seat, only for him to sink down on his knees before you and clasp your smaller hands in his, begging for you to explain.
“What’s chopped? What’s the difference between ‘lowkey’ and ‘highkey’? What does it mean when you say I’m going to get slimed out, or that you’re going to blow my shit smoove off? Why do you call me bruh and twin when I’m your man?”
“Is fine shyt a good thing? Is ‘Ts’ an abbreviation for ‘this’ or ‘this shit’? Why do you keep calling Shock.Wav Tralalero Tralala? What the fuck is aura farming? Why do you keep saying ‘ahh’ instead of ‘ass’? Is glizzy a term for hotdogs or dicks?”
There’s so, so many more things you’ve said that Vox doesn’t understand, and, if I’m being honest, he’s close to revoking your phone privileges. You spend a lot of your free time scrolling endlessly on Sinstagram, and it certainly shows.
“You know, Vox, sometimes we just have to say, ‘Fuck it, we ball,’” You tell him, his face freezing, or at least that’s what you think from the permanent look of shock on his screen. “Uhh… hey, are you good?” You lean in, but he doesn’t budge.
“I’m sorry, I was only joking! I swear. You’re just so easy to ragebait, I can’t help myself,” You apologize, tearing your hands away from his to grasp the edges of his screen. “I promise I’ll, like, make a dictionary of everything I know, okay?”
In short, I think Vox with a Gen Z! Reader would be fantastic. You would unintentionally ragebait him because of all the brainrot you digest. It’s good for him and his brand, you keep him up to date with everything, but when it comes to your relationship?
You might as well torture him or speak to him in a foreign language. It’s awful — you’re awful. But Satan, does he love you. He loves you because, the few, rare times he actually understands what you’re saying, you make him laugh uncontrollably.
