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jabber wonger x black! female! reader

it was only a hypothetical question but you might’ve jinxed yourself. you didn’t expect yourself to become an actual vampire just a few days after you asked that question.

masochism (obviously), reader is the vampire, no established relationship, reader is also a raider, regular au (mostly), a hypothetical turned to reality, most likely ooc, not completely proofread, blood mentioned (ofc)

word count: 1870+

“hypothetically.. what would you do if i was a vampire?”

you remember asking jabber that question just a few days ago. there was no particular reason for it, you were just curious.

the topic of the supernatural was on your mind and if they existed. they already technically did. you were a supernatural, a giver, but you meant like ghosts, and vampires, and what not.

you don’t believe in those things but you’ve always fantasized about them.

and based on how jabber responded, you think he clearly didn’t give them too much thought as his answer to your question was pretty short, and it didn’t even sound like he believed in that stuff, but in his words, if vampires were real, he’d want to fight one and see if they could beat his ass.

huh..

you wonder how jabber would react seeing you like this now.

you sit lonely on the couch in wait and silence.

just a little ago, maybe the day after you asked that question, you were on a mission with some rookies to retrieve something zodyl wanted.

it was an easy quest and you got what you came for but somewhere along the line, you let your guard down and everything went downhill from there.

your rookies were beat by some plebs that you took care of with ease. you were kinda disappointed with how quickly they were defeated but you guess it was expected. what wasn’t expected was the big guy of the group.

he had these hypnotizing eyes. you made the mistake of staring directly into them. then you were out. and you woke up in a cold cell with the same man sitting ahead of you still staring at you with those big, beady, red eyes.

“ugh… my head..”

“you’re finally awake.”

your head wobbles and aches as you focus on that calm voice speaking to you. you feel hostility somewhere in you but you’re still too tired to voice it so much.

“who.. are you..?”

“don’t mind that, dear. you won’t see me for long.”

“…i won’t? then what could you possibly want with me..?”

“funny. you ask that but you don’t seem to have any fear in your voice?”

“i’m too used to this whole shpiel with the job i have.”

“i should’ve expected that. no matter, i welcome your attitude.”

“can we get to the part already? i have a team to get back to.”

“right, right.”

the man readjusts himself to sit properly and clears his throat. “what i wanted you here for, i’ve seen you around on jobs, you see. you’re a pretty powerful foe, from what i gather.”

“mhm?”

“i want to further your power. you see, i test with chemicals and bloods for a living.”

“like another freak i know,” you say, thinking back to jabber as soon as the mysterious man says those words.

“what was that?”

“nothing. carry on.”

“ahem, like i was saying.., i recently concocted this chemical that supposedly makes one a vampire. tell me, have you ever wondered what it’d be like to be a blood-thirsty beast?”

“i have, recently.”

“oh perfect!”

“so what? am i here to be your test subject? i was your first pick? was i just somewhere at the wrong time?”

“a whole ton of questions, dear. i told you, you don’t need the answers to everything. this will be quick if you just let it.”

“you want to turn me into a vampire is what i’m getting from this. my answer’s no.”

“oh but you’re so quick to decline! you haven’t even heard the benefits of it yet!”

“listen, i have a pretty good gauge of what’s in store for me if i were to become one and as cool as that would be, i’d rather not have to rely on people for food.”

“aw, bummer. i hoped you would’ve considered it longer.”

the man takes your answer and stands up from his rickety chair away from you. the last thing you remember was him approaching you before he made you look into his swirling eyes.

then you woke up and you knew then that he had used his chemical on you despite your refusal.

you remembered your neck hurting, probably from being struck with a needle or something. at least most of your body stayed noticeably the same though.

you were upset then and still kinda are now. anybody would be if they were turned into a vampire without their consent.

you must say, you always dreamt about this hypothetical but you never expected a day to come where you’d actually become one.

you wish you made some fight to prevent this. actually, you wish you never went on that mission. at least you came back still with the object you were requested of. at least zodyl won’t be mad at you for that if he even cares for you anymore. he probably thinks you’re dead since you disappeared for a little.

you don’t know how anybody in the raiders will react. you don’t exactly care for what their reactions could be but you care for what jabber will say.

will he disregard you for being weak and letting this happen to you and be disgusted with your new form? it’s more than likely he’ll lecture you, not so much be freaked out. or he could stick by what he said those days ago.

yeah, you hope that’s the outcome because if not, you don’t know what you’d do.

…

you can hear the sounds of an invisible clock audibly ticking in your ears as you wait for the raiders to come back.

it’s about time for someone or anyone to be back at the hideout now. you’re dying with anticipation but thanks to that chemical, you can’t even feel a heart beating.

you pretend you can hear it jump though when you sense movement behind you.

yuck… you don’t like how super sensitive your senses are now…

the sounds get heavier until they’re just behind the door that separates you both. everything goes quiet and then the door swings open to reveal none other than jabber.

“you’re finally back.”

“wha-”

“sorry i’ve been gone for a little, jab.”

“yo man, you finally returned?! i knew you weren’t out there dead somewhere!”

“yeahhh.”

“tell me, were you having a good time?? were you hunting down strong givers?!”

“i found a strong person.”

jabber approaches you where you sit. him being the perceptive guy he is, he notices a difference in the color of your eyes and shade of skin when he’s closer.

“something happened to you out there, didn’t it?”

“more or less..” you chuckle. you know you can’t lie to jabber, he’s too smart for that. but you also don’t wanna admit what happened so you’re trying to get by without saying as much as possible.

it’s only a matter of time though..

jabber gets this glint in his eye. he gets even closer, this time invading your personal space. he doesn’t warn you when he reaches for your top lip and pulls it up.

your teeth are exposed, specifically your canines.

it makes you hiss, not from the pain of his grip but by the burn of his ring that touches your skin.

“jabber- get your hands off-”

he releases as soon as you ask.

“your canines are a lot sharper than i remember them being.”

“…. so what..?”

“you’re trying to hide something from me—“

you swallow back the saliva that pooled.

“fine. you’re always so quick to figure out everything..” you mumble. “i was turned into a vampire by some guy who wanted to try out his chemicals.”

jabber doesn’t respond but stares.

“stupid, i know. i didn’t even know it was possible.”

jabber still doesn’t say anything. he looks like he’s processing what you just said. it makes you feel awkward. that is until he finally shouts out:

“that’s dopeee!! hey, if you’re a vampire now, doesn’t that mean you need blood for food?! drink mine! i bet it feels great! hey! are you hungry now?!”

you’re taken aback but not completely surprised. you should’ve guessed that jabber would immediately think about getting his blood sucked. he’s acting like a child who’s excited about a new toy.

“uh, i mean, i haven’t drank anything yet so, yeah..”

“perfect!! here! i want you to drain my blood until i’m barely standing!”

jabber pulls back his dreads, exposing his neck and practically thrusting it near your lips.

it’s… intoxicating to your senses. jabber’s scent stinks but his blood.. smells good. the proximity between you and him is tempting for you, you’re so close to ravishing his neck.

you almost feel bad until you remember who this is you’re talking to.

you oblige his request and clench your jaw around the flesh of his neck.

jabber yells in pain but giggles in the same breath once your teeth pierce him.

you don’t know what you expected jabber’s blood to taste like. at first it’s just metallic and thick on your tongue like all other blood is but the flavor soon starts to hit you.

you need more.

you were hesitant to suck his blood at first but now you don’t want to stop.

you create more friction against jabber’s neck to suck more blood out. your tongue laps at every drop that leaves him and eventually drips down your lips.

so good…

jabber’s also enjoying himself. he’s giggling like crazy and pushing your head down to get more of a feel of your sharp teeth. you wonder if being drained of your blood actually feels good to a regular person but you imagine not. this just feels great to masochists as such.

you two stay connected like this for a minute until jabber can feel his limits closing in. this is what he wanted. this is what he wanted so he definitely isn’t complaining but his body definitely is.

his stance begins to falter. his legs are becoming weak and wobbly and so is his upper body. his hand that pushed against the top of your head slipping down without the power to hold onto anything. his laughter has quieted down into weak groans and his eyes have dimmed. eventually, jabber falls on his butt, taking you with him to the ground.

that must mean it’s time for you to stop.

you unlatch your lips, strings of spit trail from them to his neck. you swallow the rest of what you were able to drink but missed droplets flow down your lip and to your chin.

“jabber? jabber!”

you take his weak head into your hands and tap him awake on the cheek.

“huh- huh? why’d you stop… i was enjoying myself..”

“you were passing out.”

“i can feel myself on the brink of death!.. feels s’goodddd…”

“i’m sure it did.”

jabber’s body twitches underneath you as he falls completely limp and asleep. it’s kinda funny how he passed out with a smile plastered across his face.

you have to pick him up in your arms. you’ll go patch his neck up before he actually bleeds out.

PART 2 OF A FRIEND OF MY SISTER

(link to part 1)

jabber wonger x female! poc! reader

things progress after the night cthoni caught you and jabber in your room. she comes to terms with it after an altercation with jabber but finds out the truth and tries to warn you. you disregard her worries but eventually they transfer into you and you finally break with jabber.

modern au, new(ish) emotions and experience for both reader and jabber, minor violence (cthoni and jabber fight, jabber biting himself/self harm (tw), reader also bites jabber), almost angsty (not really), fluff, suggestive content, reader has her own faults, possibly ooc for jabber and cthoni, FREAK4FREAK, not completely proofread

word count: 1622

tags: @hollybun , @yassix3

I’M FINALLY FREE FROM WRITERS BLOCK WOO!! here’s that part 2 that was so graciously asked for!!

that night cthoni caught you and jabber in your bedroom, she was mad. a mini argument broke out from there but nothing further.

a few days after though, when the group finally met back up, cthoni was dead set on getting into it with jabber. a few punches were thrown but eventually a “gentle” agreement was made with the help of fu who broke it up.

“guys!! p-please calm down! why are you so mad, cthoni?!”

fu had stepped in between jabber and cthoni despite fearing for his life that one of the punches thrown would hit him.

cthoni listened to fu though. she was still fuming but enough of her anger had been released for her to have a clear head and just talk.

jabber was the one who couldn’t get enough, getting mad at fu for breaking it up.

“aw- what the hell, fu!”

“sorry!! i just- i just want you guys to talk it out!!”

“fine. jabber, i won’t fight you about dating my sister, i don’t really care about that. but if i ever find out you hurt her in any way, you’re dead.”

jabber giggles at the threat. “you really think i’m about to do her dirty? nah. you got the wrong guy.”

“fine.”

“but fyi, we aren’t even together. i mean, we are, but she don’t know that.”

the already quiet room gets even quieter somehow. the mood just plummeted but the tension is higher than ever.

“what.”

“we never made it official.”

a newfound anger is awakened in cthoni now. not only are you and jabber fooling around, but you guys aren’t even together?? she really wants jabber dead now. cthoni swears she raised you better than that. she’s talking with you later about this.

“what’s that look? you want a round two?” jabber invites. he knew what he just said would piss cthoni off the max, that’s why he admitted it. to get her going again.

another fight was bound to break out and again one did. not even hours afterwards was cthoni chill again.

you came home to her once more sitting on the living room couch pissed.

“oh, you’re still up.”

“we need to talk.”

you’re sure about what this conversation is gonna be about this time. you got the scoop from jabber when you stopped by his place and found him all injured the same way cthoni is right now

“is this about jabber?”

“yes.”

“i mean sure, don’t know what else there is to say though.”

you sit down on the couch and keep a little distance just in case.

“why aren’t you and jabber officially dating?”

“-he told you?”

“yes. why.”

“i don’t know.. because we just haven’t made it official?”

“you two are already fooling around but aren’t even together? i raised you better than that.”

“sis, you don’t need to freak out about it.”

“you’re making a bad decision.”

“not really.. i’m just going about things differently.”

“it is a bad decision.”

“that’s what you think.”

“i’m trying to help you.”

“i don’t even know why you care so much.”

“i’m your older sister, i’m supposed to.”

“not to the extent that you are though. just let me do my own thing.”

cthoni has no more words to tell you. regardless of what she says, you’ll have a comeback for it. you don’t listen anymore than you did when you were younger.

cthoni wishes you weren’t so hardheaded and you could say the same for her.

you don’t need anyone looking over your shoulder for everything. you’ve always done your own thing.

jabber’s just someone that you’ve grown to want around.

you can handle him though so you don’t know why cthoni is so scared. you’re not fifteen anymore, you know what you’re doing. even if you can’t be sure, you have a better handle on your emotions and thoughts.

— better than jabber does, at least.

he's been waiting for you for the longest time.

it’s probably not the best idea to be doing what he’s doing right now but he can’t help it.

you’ve been away from home for too long and instead of spam calling and texting until you finally respond, jabber decided to search for you himself.

now he’s in his car parked outside your location.

he probably looks like a creep but jabber doesn’t care. this is all to make sure you’re safe. at least that’s what jabber tells himself.

he’s jittery and restless right now. ideas of what you could be doing in this house, whoever it belongs to, make him go crazy. so much adrenaline is pumping through his veins that jabber resorted to biting his lip to suppress it. clearly that hasn’t worked though and he’s already bitten through skin.

jabber just can’t wait for you to step outside but the wait might finally be over once the front door opens and you step out.

there you are in all your glory.

jabber practically leaps out of the car as soon as he sees you.

you don’t expect to see someone running at you and are about to book it until you recognize the dreads flying in the air.

“-jabber?! what are you doing here??” you have to say in a whisper-yell as you get tackled.

“you surprised to see me?!”

“yeah- really surprised actually-”

you’re shut up with a kiss to the lips that you have to unfortunately pull away from.

“what- why’d you pull away?!”

“ba- jab, can we not do this in her driveway..? it feels disrespectful..”

“huh?!”

you choose to stay silent and not further your embarrassment as you move jabber back into the car.

“what was that about?!”

“i didn’t wanna get too physical in front of my friend’s house..”

“nah, i’m asking, what did you almost call me back there?”

“what?”

“started with a b.”

“…”

“yo, you’re hella red!”

“just start driving..”

jabber doesn’t let off on the teasing despite your request. he’s all in your face pulling at your cheeks and making them redden. you have to physically pry him off by gripping his wrists.

even then, it only excites jabber more.

“you getting pissed off with me?”

“i’m trying not to be jab.. just drive..”

“fine. you’re coming with me anyway.”

. . .

you really should beat jabber up for harassing you that whole car ride.

your face is still extremely hot by the time you guys get to his house and that’s because the whole ride, jabber had his hand on your thigh, playfully squeezing at it just for you to swat at him.

that shouldn’t bother you so much but you’re already overstimulated especially with your almost major slip up earlier.

and jabber doesn’t do anything to help it.

he has you tackling him on his carpet floor trying to make sure he doesn’t completely pin you.

“soo, you gonna tell me what you were about to say back there?”

“oh my god, drop it.”

“can’t do that.”

“why notttt..”

“it piqued my interest.”

“it’s not even anything interestinggg!!..”

“it’s not?”

“no… it shouldn’t be..”

“then i’m not bothering with that anymore.”

with that, jabber detaches himself from you. his expression has completely changed from one that’s joyful to one that’s bored and disappointed.

seeing a change like that from him gives you a terrible gut feeling, like you just chose the wrong dialogue option in a video game.

“wha- where are you going?!”

“if what you’re hiding isn’t interesting, i don’t care to know it.”

“- that doesn’t mean you should just leave!?”

there’s panic evident in your voice as you clutch onto jabber’s waist to prevent him from leaving.

he doesn’t have even the slightest interest in you anymore. it kinda scares you more than you’d like to admit.

“okay-okay-fine!! i was trying not to slip up and call you babe because we never made it official! i didn’t think me not saying anything would make you wanna leave though!!”

“mann.. what are you talking about?? we’ve been dating.”

“no we haven’t, jabber??!”

“whatchu means “no we haven’t”?? we’ve done stuff together, haven’t we??”

“well.. yeah, but-”

“there is no buts, you think i’m doing what we do with anybody else?!”

“…”

“you better not be doing the shit we do with anybody else.”

“no, no.. never..” you say in an almost trance.

there’s no fear in your bones when jabber says that only.. adoration. pure admiration and nothing else. you forgot that you’re into this kind of thing.. into jabber when he gets possessive..

you’re blushing like crazy. it may not be the most evident but your body feels like it’s on fire. you need a release for it.

“-AAH! you just-”

you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into jabber. the first piece of him that your mouth could reach. your lips nestle around his skin, sucking on it. your teeth are digging into jabber and drawing blood from how rough you’re being.

you’re gripping jabber’s waist with more strength than needed. he wriggles under you but he’s not complaining.

you pull away with blood drawing at your lips and teeth to meet him with a starry-eyed look in your eyes.

“your eyes are fucking sparkling. is that really all it took for you to finally go hard on me? man, i knew you were a freak.”

jabber has to wipe drool from his mouth because he’s so excited. too long. it took way too long for you to do that.

“i’m sorry, i just- i need you. bad.”

you interlock lips with jabber. the blood you got from him seeps into his mouth but jabber doesn’t mind the taste. not when even more blood is drawn by you two biting each other.

“nah, nah, don’t apologize.”

jabber wonger x female! poc! reader

you didn’t know cthoni was on call and her friends didn’t know she had a younger sister. one friend of your older sister in particular takes an immediate interest in you and even though it may be wrong to date a friend of your sibling, neither you nor jabber care.

modern au, cthoni is a protective older sister, jabber is a freak (duh), reader is 18, completely consensual, freak4freak, drug usage mentioned, suggestive content, not completely proofread, possibly ooc

word count: 2863

you weren’t aware that cthoni was on the phone with friends. you left your room only for a snack and passed by her room where you heard noises similar to voices.

when you opened the door, the room was pitch black with the only source of light being cthoni’s bright computer screen.

cthoni turned around when you entered and from where you stood, you could tell there were at least a few people in the call so you decided not to bother.

you closed her door and went about getting yourself a snack.

you left and came back a minute or two later still hearing voices emitting from her room but this time a loud voice that you could distinctly hear asking, or really, begging cthoni to tell them who that was in her background.

your older sister sounds really reluctant to. you hear her say no to every plead the voice makes.

it makes you laugh a little as you return back to your room munching on your snack.

cthoni never brings last night up to you and you never question it.

— the next time you hear anything about her friends is when they all come over to the house, unbeknownst to you.

it’s early, well not really.. it’s 1 pm but you’re still in bed trying to sleep off a crazy headache.

you’re burning hot for no reason and you refuse to have your covers over you.

you knew you shouldn’t have taken what you took last night…

you hear voices from outside your room. they aren’t close to your door but they’re definitely coming from inside the house. cthoni has visitors and she didn’t tell you..

you ignore it. they won’t be coming in here anyways. you close your eyes attempting to go back to sleep.

“hey, cthoni, is anybody else home right now?”

“no.”

“damn, bummer.”

. . .

a moment and a good while of minutes pass. then there’s the sound of footsteps approaching your room.

they belong to someone clearly trying (but failing a little) to be quiet. the sound of carpet being stepped on gives them way and then so does the sound of a door creaking.

you’re not conscious though. you’re napping soundly on your bed but the person gets close to your bed anyway after noticing.

“dang, you’re asleep right now?” the person says as they crouch to your level.

you stir awake at their voice. you’re met with a person with thick locks and wide eyes extremely close to your face causing you to flinch.

“ohh, you’re awake.”

“are you one of my sister’s friends!??” you ask feeling a little startled.

“cthoni ain’t ever mention me? damn. she must really not want us meeting you.”

“did you sneak into my room just to see me?”

“you can’t blame me for being curious.”

“no, i guess not.” you say, eyeing the man up and down. he’s cute from what you can see even if he’s lowkey invading your personal space.

“name’s jabber, now what are you doing still in bed? you should come out and join us.”

“jabber, don’t tell cthoni but i’m sleeping off a headache right now. took some heavy weed last night and it’s fucking me up.”

“oh~? you one of those people~?”

“mhm.” you nod.

“damn i like you. you don’t seem afraid to try stuff.”

“hey, i have my limits but some weed doesn’t hurt anybody.”

jabber giggles a little at your comment. he already likes you more than your sister, you’re pretty cool. plus you’re easy on the eyes.

“you should dip before cthoni comes and kills you for coming to my room while i’m asleep. she’s protective as hell.”

“pssht- i ain’t scared of her! but i’ll go.”

jabber stands back up straight. he’s about to leave before he remembers to do something really quickly.

he rummages around your room quickly to find anything to write with. luckily he finds a single sharpie just laying around.

“you didn’t give me your name.”

“[name].”

jabber pulls your wrist out and snaps the marker open. it tickles you as he writes down something you can’t distinguish from this angle. he finishes and you look to realize that he just gave you his number.

“you seem like a good time.” jabber says almost seductively before he finally leaves your room.

.. you don’t know if that was flirting or what but if it was, you’re kinda flattered. you acknowledge how slick jabber was with giving you his number and you also acknowledge that he’s rather friendly for someone friends with your older sister.

you kinda like that guy…

— trust that you took jabber’s number and put it down in your phone.

you don’t mean to sneak around your sister but you think she’d probably be mad if she knew one of her friends approached you.

that’s why you haven’t mentioned anything about jabber to her, just in case. but at the same time, you think that there’s a good chance she already knows when you’re out so late like this.

you’re sitting in the backseat of jabber’s car with him. the heat is on to give you some warmth during the cold night but you still find yourself cuddled up to the dreaded man.

not that he minds. he’s yapping away about the crazy shit he gets into with his friends, your sister, and some people he knows.

you’re listening but also not really. you’re watching jabber intently and trying to pay attention to everything but everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other.

you’re fascinated by his face, so much so that you’re starting to imagine it in places. right in front of you, under you, in between… your legs…

“yo, what are you thinking about?” jabber yells, snapping you out of your trance.

you didn’t realize it but imagining that stuff got you physically reacting to it and you unconsciously started squeezing jabber with your hand that’s already wrapped around him.

“-shit- you didn’t feel that.”

“nah, nah- i felt that. what’re you thinkin about??”

your cheeks and body start to burn now that you’re embarrassed. jabber thinks it’s kinda cute.

you wouldn’t be squeezing him so hard (and so good) if you weren’t thinking something weird.

jabber leans in closer to you and traps you under his body weight. his face is just inches away from yours. it’s intimidating and harder for you to keep a straight face.

he’s giving you no choice but to be honest here.

you consider lying but as cthoni’s told you before, you’re terrible at that..

“you had to be thinkin’ something real nasty if you don’t wanna say it!”

“i was not!”

“then why not say it? there’s no shame here.”

the way you tense up doesn’t go unnoticed by jabber.

“ohh~ you were thinkin something freaky~”

“…” you squeeze the hand that still resides on jabber’s side harder.

he smiles wide. excited, not just by what you’re thinking but your actions as well.

“you just diggin’ your nails in me? you could’ve just asked. i would let you do that all night! you could even scratch the shit out of me! i don’t mind~”

“..- you want me to do that??”

“i’m letting you right now, aren’t i? i don’t mind the pain one bit~”

… that got you wet.. damn. you think to yourself.. you didn’t think something as unhinged as that being said to you would be so attractive..

“honestly.. i was kinda thinking of doing that.”

“oh i knew you were a freak!”

jabber grins wide, full teeth, wrinkled face. he’s hella excited from your proposal that he doesn’t contain it. he practically tackles you to the seat making your body fly as you hold onto him firmly.

“i’ve been waiting a long time for that! you don’t even know!”

“how long? since you met me?”

“no joke!”

jabber kisses your lips with a roughness. he bites your lip hard, breaking skin and making you bleed.

you flinch from the pain but feel too engulfed in the kiss to pull away. you let your hands roam around jabber’s back. when he pulls you in more, you pull at the first thing you reach which ends up being his hair.

jabber groans into your mouth and giggles hard. you’re receptive to what he likes and act to inflict more on him.

jabber moves too. while your lips press against each other, he snakes a hand up and pulls your locks of hair too. it gives him an advantage to kiss you deeper, tongue shoving into you.

you release a small moan and that only encourages jabber to do more. his fingers rake your back, creating a burning friction against your skin.

the pain hurts in a way that feels foreign to you. by accident, you bite down on jabber’s tongue with full force.

he yells and pulls back, shocked by your action. he has to palm his mouth to clean the droplet of blood that spills out.

“you just bit me-!”

“fuck- i’m so-”

“i didn’t know that was on the table! hey, do that again!”

“oh-”

jabber doesn’t give you another minute to think before he clamps onto some of your exposed skin.

“aah-!”

“let those screams out!”

…

you did not get out of that unscathed or unmarked..

you stand by your doorstep waving goodbye to jabber from his driver seat.

you fumble with your keys and unlock the door, giving one last wave before you step inside.

you step inside and close the door behind you but are immediately met with cthoni sitting on the living room couch staring dead at you with her wide eyes and crossed legs and folded arms.

you step right back out.

“…”

you turn to jabber who’s still parked in your driveway. you signal to him to leave already.

you assume he knows what you’re trying to say by the look he gives you.

he listens to you and you take a large breath before you reenter when he finally drives off and out of sight. you knew you were gonna have to face cthoni’s interrogation when you got back..

“heyyyyy, sis..”

“where have you been?”

“out…?”

“where?”

“uh.. in a parking lot..”

“with who?”

“no one…” you hope to god that cthoni doesn’t see any of the bite marks littered all over your body.

“no one?”

“no one.”

“you’re a terrible liar.”

“… i know..”

“tell me who it was.”

“i can’t dooo thattt…”

“why not?”

“yk, protecting my peace.. and theirs.. more so protecting them…”

cthoni hums. not in approval but in content, for now. she can’t force you to say anything since you are technically an adult but she still doesn’t like that you’re sneaking around. she will find out who you’re out with. and it better not be who she thinks it is..

— you texted jabber later that night.

you know, it feels kinda wrong for you to be messing around with a friend of your sister’s but you wonder if that’s just you being extra sensitive.

you mean.. he’s your age.. and he’s really cute.. and cthoni’s 27… you wonder why he’s even in her friend group but either way.. it’s not like she’d like him.. so is it really wrong?

you don’t care.

the next time you guys hang out, you don’t give the predicament a second thought.

this time though, you didn’t exactly plan this.

it’s late at night and you’re still wide awake scrolling on your phone.

suddenly, you hear a quiet knock at your window. then another one. you look up past your phone and to your curtains. there’s even a silhouette fading through your blackout curtains so you know you’re not going crazy.

you don’t wanna check. you have half the mind to go run and get cthoni or take matters into your own hands if this is some stalker or peeping tom, but you get a text from jabber.

“open up” is what you read. oh, so that’s jabber at your window.

you get to your window and push back the curtains to reveal standing pressed against it.

“bruh, about time.” jabber ushers you out the way so he can crawl in.

“jabber- why are you here right now?? it’s so late.”

“what? i can’t come see you now? i got bored.”

“not what i’m saying but you could’ve at least warned me. i thought you were some weirdo.”

“nah, it’s not fun that way.”

“you aren’t worried about cthoni seeing you?”

“i told you this, i’m not scared of her.”

“she would’ve killed you if she thought you were somebody trying to break in. or she would’ve done it just because it’s you.”

“don’t worry about itt, i can take her.” jabber says as he pinches your cheeks together. “now paint these for me.”

from his pocket, jabber tosses a bottle of nail polish at you and shows you his nails.

the coat of paint on there currently is chipping and some nails don’t even have a coat anymore.

“you just want me to paint your nails? i can do that.”

you fold your legs to sit crisscrossed and take jabber’s hands.

he watches you with intent eyes as you put the bottle somewhere to keep it from falling and begin to paint.

jabber likes how focused you are. it’s cute. he’s feeling hella calm right now but somehow, you’re slightly turning him on. don’t know why.

maybe it’s the little sleepwear you have on that’s giving him a good look at everything or just the fact that you still haven’t shown genuine annoyance at him or his actions so far into whatever you guys have going on that he’s appreciative for.

he doesn’t know. he cares more about what you’re doing right now and you’re finally finishing up.

“let this one dry. gimme your other hand.”

jabber obliges with a smile on his face. he’s doesn’t know where to hold his hand though so he pushes it against your forehead.

“… what are you doing?”

“you’re hardheaded as shit by the way.” jabber laughs.

“HARDHEADED-??- how am i hardheaded?!”

“i mean physically, girl.” jabber says as he knocks on your forehead.

you knock on his head in retaliation, doing it a little harder than he did.

“what? that make you mad?”

you huff in irritation. you stop doing his nails just because he insulted you out of nowhere.

“aw come on, don’t be like that.”

jabber grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer, smushing your foreheads together. your faces are close enough now that the tips of yours noses touch.

“you sensitive or something?”

“no, i’m just not tolerating it.”

“i didn’t mean it as bad, girl!” jabber laughs at your expense.

“you keep laughing and i’ll show you just how hard my head is.”

“oh? is that a threat?”

“no, i’m promising it.”

“yeah? prove it.”

you give jabber a nasty glare before you give him the meanest headbutt in the nose.

he falls back, having to hover his hands underneath his nose to catch any blood that threatens to fall down. jabber can feel it pooling up too. it only takes seconds before a stream of blood comes running down.

jabber doesn’t even say anything upon seeing the irritated yet satisfied look on your face. he only gives you that wide grin before he jumps on you and tackles you to the mattress.

“you wanna play like that?!”

“hey, you started it.”

jabber invades your personal space once more. his lips aim toward yours but you, not wanting to get blood in your mouth, tried to avoid it.

jabber grips your chin and gets you still to kiss you. you get a taste of the blood running down his mouth and it starts to get on you.

you wanna fight but you eventually give it up.

your hands find their way under jabber’s hoodie after a few seconds of you two not giving the time to breathe.

you can feel the slimness of his waist and his toned abs when you rub him.

“can you look at what you did..”

jabber says in a breathy, laughing tone. he pulls away and directs your attention to the growing tent in his pants.

“you broke my nose and now you got me erect, man.. that’s not even what i came here for..”

“so what, jab? are you asking me to do something about it..?”

“yeah.. it’s only fair, ain’t it?”

“hmm.. i guess i should. to be fair.”

you let jabber kiss you once more. you’ve accepted the taste of blood that merges within your tongues. you even draw your own when jabber nips at your bottom lip.

you feel him lower his hands down to your waist and grab it making you arch off instinct.

but then your bedroom door slams open.

you both pause abruptly to see cthoni standing in the doorway. seems she finally caught you two..

“oohh, cthoni~ you finally caught us.”

you look at jabber, fearing for your life but more importantly, his.

“get off my sister.”

“no can do, man.”

“jabber.”

“what? you mad? you gon’ beat me up?”

tamsy caines x female! poc! reader

you are that independent, lone-wolf kind of cleaner. when you go on a solo mission, you complete it but not without getting in a battle with some random who bangs you up pretty bad in the head. when you wake up, you’re in the HQ’s medical room and you’re sure you’re fine but tamsy tries to argues otherwise.

[ unestablished, complicated relationship, tamsy cares for the reader a lot, tamsy is using his persona, a tiny argument occurs, !!POSSIBLY ooc!!, reader is super stubborn, reader knows tamsy’s inner self, not proofread completely ]

word count: 960

your ears ring with a buzz. you slowly open your eyes to face a roof of similar color to home. are you back at headquarters?? what happened??

you lift your head off the plush covers of your pillow and look around. yup, you’re in the recovery room.

who brought you back?

the last you remember, you were battling a trash beast. it was an easy feat, you won that fight, but out of nowhere some random guy, probably a raider, came and sneak attacked you, banging your head up in the process.

after that, your memory is blurry. you’re pretty sure you also beat that guy up though because you remember seeing his body laid out on the ground before you passed out yourself. but the question still stands.

who brought you back? that was a solo mission of yours, per your request, so no one was around. or at least they shouldn’t have been..

the door to the room creaks and catches your attention. you snap out of your memory and see that it’s tamsy.

“huh- oh, tamsy, hey.”

he has this serious look upon his face rendering him quiet.

“what?”

“thank goodness you’re okay.”

“of course i am.”

tamsy approaches your bed side. he’s in no rush to check your condition since you’re clearly okay and talking but he does still lift up your hair to check the bandages wrapped around your forehead.

you flinch at a sore part when his finger grazes the spot.

“-ngh..”

“you’re not completely healed yet.”

“of course i’m not, tamsy. i just got here, didn't i?”

“whatever it was that hit you upside the head did you in pretty good.”

“yeah, some random guy just ran up on me. think he wanted me dead or something. don’t know what i did to him though, or who he even was.”

“who would do such a thing..” tamsy mumbles.

your eyes that were staring ahead of you snap to him once more. a statement like that coming from tamsy feels wrong in some way.

not because you worry he had something to do with it but because he knows you’ve gone through way worse.

“hey, don’t be worried. i’m fine.”

“like hell you are. you had a concussion.”

“i’m up now, aren’t i?”

you shift under the covers to try and stand out of bed. tamsy stops you before you can.

“you shouldn’t stand.”

“tams, i’m fine. you know i am.”

“you will be fine later, yes, as of right now though, you aren’t.”

you grumble. you don’t understand why tamsy is so concerned over your current condition. you feel fine now aside from the sore spot on your head so you can definitely be out of bed by now. this isn’t even that serious.

tamsy won’t budge though. that’s annoying. he barely cares when you get injured half the time, why does he care now?

“what’s my injury to you? i didn’t die. i didn’t even close to it.”

“but you did come close to it? you exerted yourself more than you should’ve.”

“hey, cut me some slack. i had to make sure that punk was dealt with before i could conk out.”

“my point still stands.”

“i’m fineeee. you can hop off now.”

“if i did, you wouldn’t rest like you need to.”

“why do you even caree, i’ve dealt with way worse. you’ve watched me.”

tamsy goes silent. you can’t figure out what he’s thinking under the face of his but you’re sure it’s another rebuttal to your argument. another wise thing for him to say to avoid saying what he really wants to say.

“you’re valuable.”

“… valuable to who? to you or to this team?”

“to this team.”

“bullshitttt. you’re only saying that because you don’t want to admit you care for my well-being.”

“i do care for your well-being. we’re on the same side.”

“i meant that you, personally, care for me but sure. say what you wanna say.”

tamsy goes silent again. you know you hit the nail right on the head with how he’s staring at you. you know tamsy secretly cares for you.

he’s sadistic and an asshole to you, but his facade doesn’t trick you in the slightest. you know his game because you play the same one.

but that doesn’t give him any reason to try and stop you from doing what you’d like.

“now, if you’ll excuse me, i’d like to get out of this end and go get myself something to eat.”

“…”

tamsy doesn’t stop you or respond. he lets your feet touch the floor and watches as you react with a shivery jump to the coldness of it.

you give him a passing glance as you maneuver to the door anyway.

tamsy’s frustrated. with you. you’re so stubborn with your ways. you’ve never accepted his attempts to care for you and he dislikes that but in the same sense.. your stubbornness pleases him.

tamsy can try but he can never get you to fully submit to his kindness. it’s why he keeps trying.

it’s what attracts him to you and has him coming to your side. tamsy wants to beat you into submission whether that be figuratively or literal, but he knows if he did, you’d lose that thing that makes you so appealing. so he’s letting you walk away.

tamsy caines x female! poc! reader

you just wants to take her scheduled mid day nap but lacks the noise she needs to drift off. tamsy comes just to soothe you.

[ regular au, fluff, slight yandere themes, tamsy is in love with you in his own way, tamsy and you have a history, slightly toxic, unestablished relationship?, !POSSIBLY ooc!, tamsy calls you angel, not proofread ]

word count: 949

while there’s crows outside cawing and some noise, there’s no noise downstairs.

none of that whistling and wooing, yelling, and whatnot that you’d typically hear. it’s irritating you.

you’re in your room currently trying to sleep. keyword, trying. you can’t fall asleep to the quiet.

you groan and whine in annoyance.

you’ve practically given up on trying at this point. your mid day nap is just gonna have to wait.

you slam your head down in frustration. when you’re not paying attention, the door to your room cracks open slightly.

whoever it is was trying to be quiet but unfortunately, due to its older hinges, the door squeaks catching your attention.

“who is that?”

“don’t be so hostile, it’s me.”

you recognize that soft tone. it’s tamsy.

“oh. you’re back from your mission.”

“yes and i assumed you’d be asleep by now. don’t you have a mid day nap?”

“it’s too quiet.”

“figured.”

“what were you trying to sneak in here for?”

tamsy steps in and shuts the door behind him. despite knowing you’re already/(still) awake, he’s doing his best to be quiet. he approaches your bedside.

“can’t i just visit my favorite cleaner?”

“am i really your favorite?” you joke tiredly.

“of course you are.”

“heh.. i don’t know if people usually inflict pain on the ones they love.”

it’s a small joke about your past with tamsy. he goes quiet with reception, and you figure he didn’t appreciate that too much.

“joking, joking,” you say to reel the man back in.

“hilarious.” he says plainly.

you roll over on your back, clutching the previously over your head pillow to your chest, to make room for tamsy to sit.

he does calmly, ultimately deciding not to take your dark joke seriously.

“anyways, what did you actually come in here for?”

“i know you’re feeling restless since no one’s here.”

“‘m flattered you know me so well~”

“of course i do.”

“you wanna serve me some background noise until i pass out?”

“if that’s what you’d like.”

your cheeks plump up with the small smile across your face.

you’re content in tamsy’s lap. you even find it comfier than your own bed.

the side of your face pressed against the edge of his thigh giving you the perfect angle to be below tamsy and stare up at him.

he’s such a beautiful man from below, you wonder how tamsy lucked out with his genes. there isn’t a single time where tamsy looks bad to you. call that opinion a result of your adoration or devotion, who knows.

“you’re staring quite a lot, hm?”

“caught me. i’m admiring your face is all.”

“the one you see everyday?”

“is that a crime?”

“no, of course not, do it to your heart's desire.”

“honestly, what would make this sight better would be if you had hair down all the way.”

“my hair down? angel, you know that only happens privately.”

“we have a decent amount of privacy here.”

“you shouldn’t tempt me.”

you hum in acceptance. “it’s up to you. i wanna go to bedd~”

you rub your face into tamsy’s leg. thankfully he’s not ticklish through the fabric of his clothing so he doesn’t throw you off.

instead he just watches you.

his deadpan stare leaves everything to the imagination. you aren’t looking through his eyes but even if you tried, you wouldn’t be able to know what he’s thinking.

he could be irritated with your actions. happy. plotting to do something toward you, good or bad. spacing out. hell, he could even not even be thinking about you or the position he’s in right now and could be thinking about something entirely different.

who knows? clearly you don’t.

what tamsy will tell you is limited. even if he trusts you enough (which is already a lot) to be his true sadistic self around you, he won’t share what he genuinely thinks when he sees you.

in no way are his thoughts bad though.

the creepily smug look that tamsy has on his face is proof.

looking at you, tamsy’s mind runs wild.

in this very moment, his feelings for you are strong.

feelings of pride mixed with pure love take precedence. lust and sadistic urges lay somewhere behind.

this sight of you just laying here, in his lap, in his control is just very appealing.

quietly entrusting him with your body and mind, letting whatever happens next with you two in this room be determined by tamsy himself.

tamsy wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. not in this moment. in prior moments that was not true. initially, his intentions with you only fulfilled his sadistic urges.

that isn’t the same case now. not after tamsy came to realize how much you and him were alike. and how much he loved you.

you understand him better than anyone else. like you always say, it takes one to know one. tamsy’s sure that same logic would apply if you saw the look currently upon his face.

but you can’t. not while you’re sound asleep in his lap, breathing and snoring softly.

august stilza x female! poc! reader

august suffers an art block and what better way to get rid of it than to seek out his best model for help?

< the tiniest bit suggestive, not properly proofread, POSSIBLY ooc, august has a FAT crush on reader, reader’s a flirt (and into august), enjin and reader also flirt but they’re not into each other, dialogue heavy >

you’re standing in the mess hall right now. you only stopped by to get yourself a snack but postponed returning to your relaxing spot to talk with team akuta who were seated at a table.

“hey [name], what’s up?”

“nothing. just bored.”

“i hear you. there haven’t been a lot of trash beasts about lately.”

“it’s because everybody clears them out so fast.” you groan.

“yeahh. i mean we have a mission later, you wanna come?”

you think about riyo’s invite. you totally wanna come along but knowing the nature of the last few missions, it’s gonna be another wipeout. too many cleaners, not enough monsters type beat.

“i mean i’ll think about ittt, i dont wanna just go outside and do nothing though..”

“no pressure!” riyo giggles. “come back to us if you change your mind though.”

“we’d love the company.” enjin says in a flirtatious tone. he’s been here but you didn’t even realize he was listening in on the convo.

enjin’s been watching rudo stuff his mouth with sweets and teasing him about getting fat again.

“yeah, i’m sure you would.” you retort. “but sure, i’ll think about it. bye guys~”

the table reciprocates your goodbye, even rudo, though his words can’t exactly be distinguished with his full mouth.

“dude, slow down on the food it’s not going anywhere.” you hear enjin say as you walk out the dining room.

you’re about to slide your headphone back over your ear when you bump into august who’s standing posed right in front of the double doors.

“oh!- don’t stand so close to the doors!- oh, hey august.”

“[NAMEEEEEE]! WHAT’S UP MY FAVORITE MUSE?!!”

‘favorite muse..’ you love that nickname. makes you feel special. “nothing much, why?”

“I NEED YOU IN MY OFFICE FOR SOME ASSISTANCE ASAPP!!”

“oh? you making me a new outfit again? don’t mind if i do.”

august takes your hand and retreats back to his messy work office. you’re in here just about every day so you’ve grown accustomed to the cluttered floor.

you’re also in here so often that you have your own little corner where all your custom made pieces reside. they’re all neatly displayed or folded. it seems that august treats his works for you with the most care out of everybody’s.

you find a ledge to sit on near august’s chair where you can peek over his work progress.

“so, do you have another piece for me, creator? or are we doing “fitting” again?”

a little tint of blush dusts august’s cheek when you mention fitting. in all honesty, august would love to do that with you again, he’s ecstatic to, and there’s not even anything stopping you two from doing that.

but there’s a bigger, more pressing, issue. (and no it’s not what’s in his pants this time.)

“funny you ask, [name]!! i have a worse issue though!”

“which is?”

august’s grand attitude deflates before he can get the words out. “i have another art block.”

he says those words to you like he’s a shameful child not wanting to admit the truth in fear of being lectured. it’s funny how he sulks about his dilemma like a kicked puppy.

“that’s all?”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S ALL?? THIS IS A BIG PROBLEM! WITHOUT ANY IDEAS I CANT MAKE YOU OR THE TEAM ANY NEW PIECES!”

“no no, calm down. i’m not undermining the issue but if an art block is all you’re struggling with, then i can help with that~”

“that’s exactly why i pulled you, my muse! but- what do you have in mind..?”

“gimme a pose to be in and i’ll do it for you~” you suggest flirtatiously.

august knows exactly what you’re hinting at too and it makes his face bloom full blown red.

“well?” you ask anticipating his response.

“u-uh- UH— I- can you come here-?”

“yes, sir.”

you approach august feet while he’s sitting in his spinny chair and focus it forward so that you can be kneeled on the floor before him.

the sight gets august even more riled up. he’s speechless for once and you think it’s hilarious your effect on him. even after doing stuff of this nature for a while now.

“can you- … help me with my art block?”

“of course~”

you take your time crawling up august’s lap with your hands. you hover so close to his chest that you can practically hear his rapid heartbeat.

you press a kiss to his cheek and hear him flinch under you. you giggle and continue to press little smooches to his face (that’s temperature is increasingly hot).

august can’t help but grip at the arm rests of his chair. he’s tapping his foot and giggling with every light fluttery feeling that presses into his skin.

you only make it halfway down his neck when a knock at the door interrupts you two.

a soft, quiet knock. that you almost didn’t hear. it’s eishia.

“[name]?”

you jump away in an instant not wanting the girl to see you in such a compromising position with her own brother.

what eishia sees when she comes in is nothing out of the ordinary.

august has turned his chair back toward his desk and is hunched over acting as if he’s working.

your back faces eishia but you lock your head over your shoulder to meet her.

“oh great, you’re here.” eishia says in her usual quiet tone.

“yes?”

“riyo sent me to find you, she said you might be in here..”

“oh, right, the mission. i’m coming.”

you follow eishia out and give goodbyes to august who yells like always.

you walk away, sad your time was interrupted, but hopeful that moment did somewhat of the trick.

——bonus

you come back from the mission feeling winded down. you’re glad you came, there were actually more trash beasts that showed up than initially supervised.

you carry your uniform jacket and vital instrument in your arms. there’s some scratches on your arms but nothing else.

“finally over! that was harder work than i thought.”

“i’m glad i came along.” you cheer, stretching your limbs out.

“we did great work, team.”

“you barely even did any work.”

“hey, i gave support.”

“no you didn’t dude! you just stood there most of the time with your fancy umbrella.” argues rudo.

“first of all, it’s called umbreaker so get it right! and second of all, i would’ve done more if you all didn’t hog the beasts!”

“give it up,” zanka says. “you know we hauled your ass.”

“oh i don’t wanna hear it, mr edgelord! so busy trying to be cool with your little staff.”

the group erupts into arguing aside from you and riyo so you take this as your time to dip.

you leave and head back to your room but before you forget, you stop by august’s room to see if he’s made any progress.

you doubted that what you guys did had any effect but the closer you approach his door, the louder the sounds of his music and his noises become.

zanka nijiku x female! poc! reader

zanka is the biggest fraud known to man. he has the biggest crush on you but he tries to act nonchalant because he thinks you like that kind of men

< requited crush, fluff, college au, zanka is the biggest fake idgafer, he’s absolutely whipped for the reader, not properly proofread, possibly (most likely) ooc >

word count: 2.0k

zanka’s the biggest liar out there.

for however long he’s been in this school and you two have been friends, he’s had the fattest crush on you.

it started out small like any other crush. you were friendly to zanka and he appreciated your looks and personality.

you two grew closer and zanka began to learn more facts and little things about you that he couldn’t help but admire.

now you guys are good friends but zanka can’t help but strive for your affection and attention. he loves it, every last second of it.

he’s tried his best to hide that fact about him but anybody close to him knows that he’s absolutely whipped for you. he can try and hide it and deny it as much as he’d like but the truth is already out.

whenever you’re around, he’s significantly more nonchalant, faking bland reactions to everything his surrounding friends and people do. when you make physical contact with him, he acts all calm and civil about it but on the inside he’s screaming with joy and blushing like crazy.

and don’t get him started on whenever you give him praise. zanka never physically or verbally reacts to your compliments with anything other than a thank you until you’re out of sight and far enough away. once you leave him alone or he’s by himself, he’s cheesing and geeking out and acting like a complete and total fanboy (because he is).

but zanka’s friends and everybody who knows about his massive crush always wonders, why does he act so nonchalant?—

“[name], why are all of your exes so nonchalant?”

“listen! it’s just my type!”

“yeah i can see that but how come you keep going for them?? all of your exes were evil toward you.”

“i don’t knowwww!.. i guess i’ve just been wanting to give them chances? i don’t know..”

zanka overheard your conversation with riyo in that study room that day.

so that’s the kind of guy you’re into? he thinks to himself.. hmmm.. it makes zanka wonder.

is he the nonchalant type? he thinks he is but from his friends he’s been told that he’s quite the opposite. that bums him out. if nonchalant men are your type, then zanka thinks that he should try harder to be that way so that he’ll have a chance at you liking him back. right?

it doesn’t sound like the best idea but it’s not the worst either.. zanka thinks it’s worth a shot anyway so he takes his new found information and runs off.—

unbeknownst to him though, if he had just stuck around for a little longer, he would’ve heard the rest of what you said.

—“…i mean, i’m not really into them.. they’ve just been the only kinds of guys i can attract.. y’know?”

“yeah i know what you mean. but~ y’know [name]~”

“what?”

“i’ve been dying to ask, what do you think about zanka?”

“zanka? hm..” you think about it for a second and unknowingly your face does flush a little.

“oooh? what’s that reaction about?”

“i like him.. i’ve always thought he was really pretty and kinda cool.. and pretty funny..”

“is that it~?”

“and i think he’s got a good personality..”

“so is he like the whole package to you? is that what you think?~”

“i mean.. he’s not nonchalant but.. yeah.. yeah. i guess he is pretty much my type.. why?”

“no reason~,” riyo giggles. she has this type of devious smile on her face that makes it seem like she’s plotting something.—

that night was the beginning of zanka’s attempt to be nonchalant for you. he’s never been so glad that the walls are so thin in this place.

but zanka’s pride was honestly misplaced.

like it was said earlier, everybody who knows zanka knows that he’s acting nonchalant to impress you, to the point where it’s embarrassing and painful for anybody to watch.

yet somehow, you’ve never caught on. everybody’s seen how hard zanka tries to impress you (and have also seen him fail at being nonchalant in front of you at times) and they all know it but somehow you still don’t know.

it tears zanka apart from the inside. trying ten times harder to act in a way that he isn’t is draining. it’s even worse when you don’t even notice.

you don’t even give him a passing glance when he acts nonchalant and that gives zanka the weirdest signals he’s ever received..—

“what am i supposed to dooo..-”

“what’s got his undies in a twist today..?”

“-… [name] hasn’t taken any signs i’ve been throwing at her…-”

“he’s mad he hasn’t made any progress with his crush lately.”

“-am i doing really not trying hard enough?!”

“ohh, this is about [name]. got it.”

“yeah.”

zanka continues to spiral on his dorm floor as enjin and riyo helplessly watch. the only question that occurs to them is ‘what could’ve happened today to rile him up so bad..?’—

“dude zanka, you’re still crushing over that girl??”

“shut it, jabber!”

“nah man, i’m just saying! you gotta do something already!”

“i’m trying! leave me alone!”

“this is so lame to watch though! she doesn’t fuck with that nonchalant shit man, just be straight forward!”

that struck a nerve in zanka causing him to get defensive. “you don’t know what she’s into! you can’t tell me how to go about this when you don’t even mess with women! i know what i’m doing!”

jabber sucks in his teeth not appreciating the attitude zanka’s giving him. “fine, i’m only tryna do you a solid and help you though.”

“i don’t need help!”—

that memory replays in zanka’s mind over and over. it’s such bullshit what jabber was saying. zanka doesn’t know why that dreaded guy even came to find him. he couldn’t have been there at a worse time though.

‘you’re not into that nonchalant stuff’ whateverrrr. jabber can say anything he wants but zanka knows what he heard you say in that study room all those months ago.

there’s no way zanka’s going about this with the wrong approach. there’s no way. right?

“right? i can’t be doing this wrong.. i heard her say it loud and clear. riyo you heard her say she likes nonchalant men loud and clear right?”

riyo makes a face that only people who are about to say something earth shattering make and it unravels zanka even more.

“hey, uh, zanka.. that day..”

“don’t tell me i misunderstood something, riyo!”

“hey, how about you go outside and take a walk before you get even more riled up..” enjin steps in.

“-… fine.”

zanka doesn’t argue with enjin. he just grabs his phone and leaves the dormitory.

he can’t let something like this cause him to have a mental breakdown. that’s not nonchalant of him. he shouldn’t be letting something like this affect at all if he wants your affection.

but now his doubts scream at him. what if he really doing everything wrong? it would be devastating if this whole time zanka was making a big mistake.

“zanka?”

“what- o-oh! [name]!”

“zanka! what are you doing out here? it’s late.”

“uhh.. y’know, just on a walk, clearing my head.”

“oh, did something happen?”

“no. just.. wanted to take a breather..

…haha..”

the silence is awkward. zanka is getting more nervous every second the longer you stare at him.

“zanka, are you lying?”

“no.. i’m just..”

‘c’mon man, lock the hell in..’

“i’m…”

zanka can’t focus when you look like that. so curious and so concerned for his well-being. faking nonchalance isn’t working here. you’re rendering him speechless with your presence alone.

“listen-! uh- [name]! i have things i’ve needed to tell you forever!”

“i’m listening.”

“[name]… …i’ve liked you since i first met you!-”

“wha-”

“-everything about you! your looks, your personality, your wit, everything about you i can’t get enough of!-“

and i know i’m probably not good enough for you— hell i don’t think i’m even remotely close to your type of guy, but i’ve tried!— i’ve been trying for so damn long to be that nonchalant kind of guy that you like to get you to notice me! and it’s irritating because you don’t see how much damn work i’ve put in!”

“zanka- wait-”

“[name]! how in the world am i supposed to act nonchalant for you?!”

“ZANKA! oh my god.. lock in man..”

… “WHAT?! YOU’RE TELLING ME TO LOCK IN AFTER I JUST SAID ALL THAT??”

“LET ME FINISH! HOLY-!”

“… my bad..”

“how am i supposed to tell you i like you too if you won’t me let me finish man..”

“-wait, you like me too?!”

“yes- please let me finish!”

“sorry.”

“i’ve liked you for a while now. first time i met you i thought you were really handsome and pretty. i still do but now i know that you’re also smart and a damn hard worker. i love those things about you.-”

“i said the exact same-”

“zanka.”

“-sorry!”

“as i was saying!— out of everything i like about you, i’ve always loved how expressive you are. how you try and act like you don’t care about stuff but ultimately can’t hide your reactions. i think that’s soooo cute.”

“what.. so you think my personality is cute..?”

“yeah? that’s what i just said isn’t it?”

“but- what about what you said about liking nonchalant guys?!”

“when have i ever said that?!”

“a few months ago! in that study room with riyo!”

“-…when did i- were you listening in on my conversation?!”

“-UHHH, no? i just overheard that one part!”

“I KNEW THAT WAS YOU HIDING BEHIND THE WALL! THAT BUILDING’S WALLS ARE THIN ZANKA!”

“…”

“ugh, anyways. you misheard me. i actually said that i don’t like nonchalant men. i was saying that all of my exes had been nonchalant and that they were all pretty evil.”

“ohhh..”

“yeah. so you believing i wanted you to be this kind of tough guy was completely false. honestly, i was starting to like you less seeing how you were trying to so hard to be cool.”

“oh..”

“-but! don’t be so down because now it’s clear to me that you were only doing that to get my attention.”

“what, so.. do you like me?”

“… yes. i like you, zanka.”

everything said in the past thirty minutes is too overwhelming for zanka to process right now but that doesn’t matter because he finally heard those three words from you.

he’s giddy. blushing like crazy in his face and smiling ear to ear. he’s waited so long for this and now his work has finally paid off.

you’re watching zanka practically vibrate in his stand. he’s clearly overjoyed and watching him only reminds you so much of why you liked him in the first place.

because of this. not because he wants to be “nonchalant.”

“man you’re super happy about that.”

“OF COURSE I AM!”

without thinking, zanka takes you by the arms and presses a kiss to your lips.

you’re left stunned as he pulls back. you didn’t expect him to make a move as bold as that and after registering the gesture he just made, clearly zanka didn’t either.

“OH- uh, my bad.. i didn’t mean to do that with asking you first..

“…”

“did i overstep..?”

“no.. no, i just didn’t expect you to do that..”

zanka’s face is bright with shame and embarrassment. but you can’t say you minded that kiss.

you’d rather be more prepared though.

“here, let me show you how to kiss someone properly.”

“do what?”

“can i kiss you?” you ask with an eager look in your eyes.

zanka can’t help but stare into them. so pretty and so politely asking him for his consent.

“s-sure..” zanka can’t look at you anymore. he rolls his eyes away to avoid your glare and when your soft hand takes ahold of his cheek, he squeezes his eyes shut to take in every second.

there’s eye contact made before zanka whips his head away in embarrassment.

now that his adrenaline has died down, the reality of everything happening this very second hits him like a truck.

jabber grows impatient waiting for reader to return from her “errands” and goes looking for you only to find you high at home.

< jabber wonger x reader, female! poc! reader, drug usage!, established relationship, jabber is clingy as shit, possibly ooc, modern au, all characters mentioned are adults or 18+! >

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“BRUHHHHH!! WHERE IS SHE??!” jabber whines out loud.

this might’ve been his tenth complaint of the hour. cthoni and zodyl are just about tired of hearing his mouth by now.

you’ve been out for a while. it’s dark outside now. the last time any of the three saw you was before you left the house. you left while the sun was still out, mind you, to run a few errands. errands of which you didn’t disclose and that jabber didn’t want to join in on because they would be too boring.

something tells cthoni that jabber might’ve missed out with that decision if you’ve been gone for this long. you’re usually someone who does things on a whim and sticks around if it’s fun enough. hence right now.

“jabber, have you tried contacting her?”

“i’ve been trying to call her! she’s not picking up her phone! i called her like twenty times!!”

jabber groans. he keeps flopping around on the couch to ease his restlessness but nothing helps.

he needs you here and he needs you here now.

“… y’all think she cheatin on me?”

“that’s an unreasonable assumption but it’s always a possibility.” zodyl says.

cthoni agrees with zodyl by nodding her head but that’s just about all. none of it eases jabber’s nerves in any way.

“FINEEE!!, i’ll go find her!”

jabber stands up from the couch and storms off. both cthoni and zodyl can only watch but there’s a silent agreement that you’re doing nothing that jabber’s assuming you are.

it’s not like jabber can think rationally though. he’s irritated and impatient. for just today he decided he was gonna wait for you to come back but clearly, the one time he attempts that, you “go missing.”

jabber isn’t gonna wait again. there’s a reason why he’s always by your side. he’s clingy as hell. like way more than he should be.

you’re his partner in crime and best friend. when he makes a decision, good or bad, you’re ten toes behind him. that’s why he can’t risk you going anywhere.

it annoys jabber to think you’re doing something without him. it’s even more annoying to think you’re with someone else.

jabber swears.. if he finds you with some random.. he doesn’t know what he’ll do..

looking at your bright blue dot on his phone screen, your location indicates that you’re home. why you’re at your own home instead of his, no clue but he guesses it better than it was an hour ago when he couldn’t even see your location.

jabber’s gonna get to your house and you better either be asleep or doing some household chore or something.

…

jabber finally reaches your doorstep.

he doesn’t bother knocking. he knows where you hide that spare key for him and he just uses that to come in. you won’t mind if he keeps it from now on, jabber thinks.

when he opens your door, he expects you to be right there in your kitchen or living room. but you’re not.

there’s faint music that gets louder the farther jabber walks into your apartment. it’s coming from your room but so is a slightly strong waft of weed.

so that’s what you’re getting up to..

jabber barges into your room with that still existing seed of irritation and there you are.

a disgustingly strong smell of weed that’d make anyone’s eyes water, you on the floor in front of your bed, a tray and some things beside you and a few snacks as well, and a small speaker.

“jabbeeerrrrr~ hey jab~”

“what the hell! you’re in here having fun without me?!”

“calm downn.. why’re you so mad?”

jabber approaches your slumped figure. in this room he can only see so much of you thanks to your colored lighting but he doesn’t need the regular lighting to tell that your eyes are red.

you’re as high as a kite. jabber’s pleased to know that his suspicions were wrong but now he’s upset that you didn’t tell him that you were gonna high today.

“dude, why didn’t you tell me you’d be getting stoned?! let me get in on this!”

jabber snatches the blunt that laid loosely in between your two fingers and takes his own huff.

“and you got the good stuff! what the hell!”

he can feel the cannabis settling into his body in seconds. that’s how strong your dose is. jabber’s mad.

usually you tell him when you do stuff like this. you didn’t tell him you would today though. if you did, he totally would’ve tagged along. he’s been dying to get high with you again. but you’re not even reactive to his complaints. you’re probably not even taking in what he’s saying.

your hooded eyes and small agape mouth are proof of that. you’re blissed out. the lights are on but no one’s home.

jabber can’t stay mad at you in this state. taking that hit of your blunt is making his mind fuzzy and it’s making jabber want to wrap himself around you and not let go.

he’s gone far too long without touching you and getting/being high makes him all the more touchier. plus, all his irritation and frustration has just made that clingy urge stronger.

you react to that at least.

“hey baby~”

you stroke his back with a free hand while reaching for another snack from your little pile.

you have little to no awareness of what’s going on. the only thing you can note is that jabber’s with you right now and even if you aren’t in your right mind, you’re happier with his presence.

“sorry, i didn’t tell ya, jab~”

“you’re lucky i didn’t catch your ass cheatin or something…”

“hehe~ nahhh~ i’m good~”

“better be..”

“i’m wearing your hoodie, jab~ nobody’s going anywhere~~”

“shii, you are. you were thinkin ‘bout me or something?”

“i could’ve been~ who knows~~…”

you begin to doze off. with jabber holding on so tightly, he feels like a weighted blanket. warm enough for you to fall asleep under.

you don’t even know why you stayed awake for so long but maybe the reason was because he wasn’t around.

—bonus

your eyes slowly open after you’ve napped.

you adjust to the lighting of the room but it’s still pretty dark in here. must still be night time..

you’d check the time but your phone is plugged into the wall just a few inches away from you. you reach for it but sadly you’re blocked by the heavy man still draped around you.

you maneuver your free limbs around attempting to reach the device but to no avail.

you don’t want to move around too much in gear that you might wake jabber up.