heya, im chirohi (or just chiro) and i usually write for gachiakuta! i am currently 16 years old 🫶
i can take various requests for plenty of characters, but my selective few are:
rudo surebrec (only for crush hcs or platonic)
dear santa (platonic, for obvious reasons)
enjin
jabber wonger
fu orostor
august stilza
bundus begalkeit
arkha corvus
eishia stilza
tamsy caines
cthoni andor
zanka nijiku
genres i can/will do:
fluff
hurt/comfort
angst
hcs
oneshots
sfw
platonic
romantic
genres i will NOT do
smut
crackfic
darkfic
lemon
nsfw
adult x child
oc x character
canon x canon
my socials:
tiktok: chiroviii (please follow, I am so active there LOL)
Out of curiosity how does jabber act if he sees reader actually happy, like say reader goes on streaks where they threaten to break up with him and ignore him and they usually only last a week before everything’s back to normal but after a super bad argument things were different it had been more than the little week break reader usually took and then he sees reader talking with another raider or someone else and they genuinely look happy, how would he reacts. I’m assuming he’s not gonna actually accept reader being done for good
moving on, are we?
summary: the only time jabber cares is if you don’t.
warning: semi realistic bf jabber, no sugarcoating, unhealthy relationship, jabber himself, you both are toxic to each other, violence, you are also a raider, you/you’re pronouns, punching bag Jabber, you finally learned (and jabber hates that), jealous jabber
continuation of pt. I
a/n: oh my gosh I really forgot about this acc im so sorry 😭
“We’re done.”
The words leave your mouth gracefully, but there’s a slight tremble in your composed tone.
Before you, Jabber stares.
“You don’t mean that.”
His smile curls, and your stomach twists at the sight of its arrogance.
It’s been a six months since you and Jabber were in a relationship. At first, he was acting a saint. Which, you knew was to be false, because who genuinely thought of this man to be angelic?
No, he was cruel. The way he talked to you like you were below him was frustrating enough, but it was also when he would mock you that caused raised voices. You weren’t any better— you nearly killed the son of a bitch. Plenty of times, in fact, and you had pretty good reasons for it.
Plus, the idiot was a masochist. He would’ve assumed it was a type of love language. He always kept coming back to you, and would poke you again until you snapped.
“I’m serious, Jabber.”
“Nah, you’re not.”
“You-!”
You start, paused, curled your fists in, and bit your tongue.
You were better than this.
And you knew by being better, you gave him what irritated him the most: silence.
Usually it took you only a few days or a week to come back crawling into his arms. He bathed in the attention like it was made of gold. It gave him a sense of dominance, in a way that turned him on without pain. That was why he decided to stay, especially with your attitude.
But you weren’t planning on giving him that satisfaction.
Not for one day.
Not for two.
And certainly not for a week.
You turned your heel, and left him stranded there, with no word.
“I’ll see you in a week, girl!” Jabber called, with a grin so sick you could feel it behind your back.
He was going to taste every bit of your fist.
Ever since you “took a break” from Jabber, you’ve been feeling lighter. Like a weight on your shoulders jumped off a cliff and never returned.
You treated him like any co-worker of yours, which wasn’t new, but there was something refreshing to it: you’ve improved to a month. You had been counting the days, and your goal was at least two months. It was petty; that you knew.
But you weren’t going to stop now. You’ve been unchained, and he didn’t even bother confronting you about it. Jabber was probably busy trying to fight or find that blue cleaner, or whatever.
However.
Cthoni was the first to notice Jabber’s newfound frustrations. He was the same, but he became a bit twitchy, like he was missing a piece of himself, and he was yearning for it to come back.
Cthoni knew of your plan— it was stupidly obvious. She didn’t dwell too hard on it, since she particularly had no care for couple therapy.
You had been circling around one certain Raider, one that you were comfortable being and talking with.
Noerde.
She was a pretty stoic person, but you two found a sense of respect within each other, so you stuck around as close as possible. Of course, not all the time to the point you’d rely on each other— you and Noerde knew that operating alone were sort of both of your thing.
But in general, you enjoyed each other’s company.
“Hey, Noerde.”
“Hey.” She replies, her eyes locking on yours.
“Your hair is amazing, as always.” You comment, smiling. She doesn’t give you one back, but she sends a hum as an acknowledgment.
You talk about the recent missions, stupid things Jabber got himself into, and sometimes about the plan Zodyl built using his knowledge and experience.
You smile, as usual with Noerde. She talks about her vital instrument. You talk about yours. You have a genuine, great time.
Except for grumpy in the far corner.
You didn’t notice it, but Jabber was feeling bitter. And alone. Mostly annoyed.
He wasn’t expecting your silent treatment would extend longer than a week— he wasn’t aware you had it in you. You were so clingy to him, he assumed what you told him was all bluff.
Evidently, he was wrong.
Watching you talk to Noerde with a smile on your face changed something in him. Usually he wouldn’t have cared so much, and would let you do your thing. It wasn’t like he needed you, right?
Fuck, he hated seeing you with other people.
It was beyond of him, he knew. But he always thought of you as.. well, his. Ever since six months ago, he liked you well enough to treat you like shit because he knew you were capable of giving him what he wanted— a reaction.
However, you were ignoring him now, and he wanted your face back.
He wanted you back.
But right now, you were pissing him off.
And you were with Noerde, of ALL people.
He pushed back from the wall, his footsteps quiet as a feather. You were still busy talking to the blonde woman as he got closer. Noerde saw him from her peripheral and glanced. You turned your head around just in time for Jabber to grab your shoulder.
“You enjoying yourself, princess?” He smiled darkly. Your face instantly sours, to which he enjoys. “Yeah, until you came here.” You said, shaking his grip away, “What do you want?” You demanded.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
Silence.
An awkward grunt (Noerde).
An eye roll (You).
“And?”
“It’s been one month.”
A scoff.
“And?”
Jabber furrowed his brows, and narrowed his eyes.
“We haven’t broken up.”
“We have.” You snapped.
“I didn’t agree to anything.” He crossed his arms, “Because I thought you'd come back, like you always did."
You pout, puffing up your face like a baby. "Aw, so cute." You mocked, "Get out of my face, Jabber. You're interrupting Noerde and I's conversation." You flicked your hand at him dismissively.
A vein crawled its way up his forehead.
He wanted to murder you, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was you, after all. So, he watched you from now on, lurking around the shadows like the predator he was.
Waiting for you to come back into his trap. His venom.
Jabber plotted many opportunities to get close to you again: offering to partner up, trying to show you the new toxins he created, creating incidents to get at least a reaction, even going so far as to sidle up next to you in the night while trying to sleep.
It was odd of Jabber to do, but the way he creepily advanced on you definitely felt like Jabber thing.
You kind of missed him.
His warmth. His shadow.
Still, you were done, and that was final... He wasn't exactly treating it very well, to he honest.
Can wr get jabber x reader where the reader is usually kind if a bit blunt at times but push them or under the right circumstances thye get just as crazy and unhinged as jabber. Not a masochist just unhinged
a little upfront
summary: jabber with a direct reader who’s just as crazy if provoked.
warning: softened but still realistic bf jabber, jabber himself, you are a raider, you/you’re pronouns, reader matches jabber’s vibe, jabber finds you interesting, genuine adoration, pet names, jabber thinks you two are dating, mentions of torture, crazy reader, reader has a vital instrument, pushy jabber, im sorry to my fu fans (including me), uncomfortable topics
a/n: yes….. keep em coming fellas……
also I had my own way with this a little but i tried my best to maintain your req! hope you like it!
Jabber loved the way you answered him. It was a stark contrast to his more “loving” demeanor.
You had made your presence known to the Raiders a bit after Jabber failed to capture Rudo, the Sphereite that the Cleaners adopted. You weren’t a new recruit, nor were you a Raider for a long time. You were simply hidden away for a short while, partaking in missions Zodyl sent you to do in the meantime.
When Jabber happily introduced himself to you, he had leaned in really close, his odor slapping you in the face. As nice as possible, you scrunched up your face and said, “You smell awful. Please step back from me.” which caused him to freeze and genuinely blank at your words.
Cthoni’s seriousness was one thing, but your brutal honesty was something else. It threw him off so bad he almost got turned on by it.
You thought he’d leave you alone after that.
A lot of people did whenever they encountered you, and it was all because you didn’t sugarcoat anything. You were fine with that, since you were low on social awareness.
But no— he was persistent.
Jabber was always glued to your side, even when he was supposed to be focusing on his opponent. It was almost out of character if he wasn’t demanding you to fight him every now and then.
“You look like you could beat the hell out of me, baby,” Jabber said one time, grinning. “I ain’t gon’ lie, you should hit me. It’ll relieve your stress.” He added, as if it was convincing enough for you.
You avoided him after that. His masochistic tendencies frightened you, to be truthful. It was weird enough that he stank, but wanting to be hit? It was diabolical.
You would’ve called him crazy.
But here was the thing: you were just as insane as he was.
You kept your craziness fossilized, only expressing it when you were really feeling the moment. The first few times you showed it was when you were torturing a random Supporter Cthoni picked up from one of the Cleaner’s missions. Zodyl allowed you to interrogate him, as long as you were able to get information out of him.
You used every tactic you knew— mocking, hitting, isolation without food for a couple of days, even going so far as to kill him in front of his family if he didn’t tell them what the Cleaners were planning to do next. Jabber offered to use Mankira on him, but you ignored him, as always.
When the Supporter still didn’t budge, you snapped.
“You’re so fucking rude.” You spat, tugging his hair angrily. You pulled out a match and lit it with fire in one take, watching the man’s face twist into horror.
From a distance, Jabber watched you.
The way you pressed the tip of the match deep into his skin, the way you didn’t stop, the way you smiled as the Supporter screamed, and the way the glint in your eye burned with satisfaction.
He liked you like this. It made him grin like mad, knowing you could literally be able to keep up with him if you continued being just as unhinged.
You got the information needed, though you returned back to your normal, blunt self. It completely ruined his mood, however, it wasn’t going to stop him. Not until he died.
Jabber poked you in every annoying way possible. He was also more touchy than usual. Every time you found peace, he was there to fuck it up.
The more you were manic, the more it pushed him to do stupid things. He believed that you two were soulmates, though it seemed like he was just throwing the word around like an excuse.
One day, you lounged around the opening of the sewers. The other Raiders weren’t around, so you made use of the time by practicing the use of your vital instrument— a pair of bracelets that tightened around the wrists of your opponent, trapping them into your hold. They wouldn’t be able to move with it on.
You sat down, unaware of Jabber’s hovering presence behind you. Not until you felt something shift beside you.
“What are you doing?” You furrowed your brow at him when he laid his head down onto your lap. Stiffening at his sudden cozy state, you crossly said, “I don’t appreciate being touched, Jabber.”
“Oh, but you’re not really doin’ anything to stop me right now, ma.” He chimed, a bright grin on his face, “Just thought you’d want to know how it feels like to have me as your boyfriend.” He said theatrically.
Your face remained blank.
“We’re not dating.” You said flatly, pushing him off. He yelps, landing on the ground with a “oof,” then sat up. “Leave me alone.” You added with a bite so sharp it could’ve cut someone.
”But baby, we’ve been through so much together!” He huffed, “Am I not romantic enough? Do you want me to beg?”
Your eyebrows twitched, but he continued. “I’ll let you hit me if you’re really mad! Isn’t that boyfriend material already?” He smiles with his entire teeth, “I’m really good at being a stress-ball, baby. Just oonneee hit.” He gets on his knees and leans in. “Then maybe I’ll leave ya alone..”
“You’re a bad liar.” You said, shoving him away again. You stand up, looking down at him without tilting your head, before finally turning to leave.
And he let you.
For now.
—————
You were growing extremely agitated.
It had been a couple of days since your last mission (which failed extraordinarily), and it was slowly pissing you off the more you recalled. You didn’t call it out loud, in case Zodyl or Cthoni heard, but it was obvious in your face expressions.
You hated feeling useless.
So, you did what was logical: relieving every tension in your mean body.
You found Fu by a dark corner a few minutes later. The latter was scared of you, since you’ve said some really uncomfortable truths about him and his benefits for the Raiders. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from approaching.
“Hey,” You called to him. “How good is your pain tolerance?”
Fu flinched, wide eyes blinking vigorously. “U- uhm,” He started. “I- it depends? I don’t really feel anything if—”
“Great.” You say, grabbing a long thread with a sharp needle, “I can try my sewing skills on your skin.”
Fu froze in horror.
You were quick to pounce onto him, pinning him to the ground as your bracelets tightened around his wrists. You watched him tremble while preparing the thread.
You were close to cutting a long piece of his skin when Bundus appeared in front of you, eyes staring down with judgement.
“Get yer ass off of him.” He grunted, towering over you, “Or ‘m reporting this to Zodyl.”
You hissed, but before you could answer, a drawl came from behind the big man—
“Eh? What’s this-?” Jabber peeked from behind, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you with a needle in between your fingers. “Dang, mama! You can do that to wimpy here, but not me?” He pouted.
Fu scrambled up the moment you let him go, still glaring at Bundus. You had respect for the man, but he really needed to mind his own business.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Jabber wrapped an arm around you, “A real man ain’t scared of no needle.” He grinned, “Try me–”
“No thanks.”
You growled, pushing him away violently. “I’d rather poison myself.”
Then, you walked away, clenching the needle and thread in your hand. Only silence filled the sewers, the three men watching your marching figure fade.
i need need NEED to write a full-fledged breakdown so far this fixation on the body and physical form when it comes to fu&hii bc i don't see it talked abt often
this is something that popped up especially in the infobroker arc, and idk i think there's something deeply vulnerable about how it's depicted here when in contrast fu is a character who seemingly preferring clothes that obscure the body and composes himself in a way that hides himself and makes himself smaller. we're not even shown what his face looks like fully
I absolutely adore the twin sister of Dear Santa!!! :3 Could I maybe ask for anymore headcanons you have of that? If you need some ideas or specifics then maybe they’re fighting with each other in battle or reader is crying for whatever reason? Take any creative liberty!!! I just loved the post so much and crave more ❤️❤️❤️❤️
sibling things
summary: more dear santa x twin!reader content
warning(s): fluff, humor, bro santa obviously mentioned, reader is a female, you both are the same age, you don't like enjin, your jinki is a necklace with a microphone pendant that enhances your voice to be louder
(pt. I)
a/n: PUTANGINA I ACTUALLY HAD A DRAFT FOR PART TWO OF THIS BC IT GOT A LOT OF LIKES UNTIL THIS REQ HAHAHA I love you anon 🫶🫶
also tried out a new layout...... lmk how you feel about it..... 🥹
MISSIONS WITH DEAR
Any time you join missions with Dear, there's always going to be something you two will argue about.
You could be in the car looking out the window, say you saw something in the distance, and Dear would just look at you irritated. That causes a stir between you two, which would also mean Bro would have to go through the trouble of bringing one of you to sit on his lap to avoid further bickering.
Sometimes he'll be in a quieter, calmer mood, so it's pretty easy for you to fall asleep on him throughout the drive.
Once you're at the site? You're very focused. You and Dear stick to Bro like glue, analyzing the area like it offended you.
When you're finally confronting trash beasts, you use your voice to paralyze the trash beast, which gives Dear and Bro an advantage.
You have to be extremely careful when using your voice, otherwise you could lose it for a few days.
Dear will be very protective over you as your older brother (by two minutes), so whatever you do immediately gets monitored by the boy. Do something stupid (which, in his opinion, is already most of the things you do) and you'll end up getting dragged by your pacifier-sucking brother.
When you're finished with the mission, Bro checks you two for any injuries. If you're hurt, Dear gets really mad at you for slipping out of his responsibility. Of course you argue back that he didn't need to act like you were something fragile, but Dear won't buy it.
If you're not hurt, Dear would still fuss over you. He doesn't care if it annoys you.
OSCAR-WINNING TEARS
If you cry, you cry loud. Everyone in the HQ knows that, and they're careful to prevent that. If you don't get something you want, they're quick to adjust your focus somewhere else.
Dear will act annoyed at first because he thinks you're being overly dramatic.
If it's nonstop sobbing, he'll start comforting you with anything— hugs, a new accessory, even his sweets.
He knows how you fake cry, so it's impossible to get anything from him.
He'll draw a flower just to cheer you up.
Even if he's not comforting you, you calm down when he's nearby. He's like another piece of your soul that connects.
BONDING
You and Dear pranked the entire HQ by switching your clothes and hairstyle. Only August knew who was who because, in his words, "Dear's clothes on her are WAAAAYYY too big, bruh!"
You and Dear talk crap about a lot of things.
When you were six years old, you were so attached to your brother that you never left his side. You had to literally learn how to give Dear his own space and boundaries.
One time you cried because Dear was taking his pictures, and you didn't stop crying until he came back and it was your turn. Your photo looked like a mess when they pulled it out.
You were eight years old whem you started trying to not get too attached, which later on improved your photos.
Dear removes his pacifier to talk to you in private.
Sometimes you two cuddle like cats, which would've been cute if your face didn't look creepy and Dear's own looked like he was trying to intimidate Rudo.
You usually talk for Dear when you're out to buy something.
You also like to mess it up and make him say something stupid.
One time Dear distracted Enjin while you stole the blonde man's cigarettes from his room. You obviously got grounded later on but it was worth it.
Dear likes to carry you to bed— it gives him security that he can still fulfill brother duties.
You lie for each other— unless it's about you two. Anything else is good.
You call Dear "binky" and Dear calls you "loud-mouth." People would often ask if you two get annoyed when you call each other that, but in reality you're chill with it.
GENERAL
Everyone called you the Cleaner Twins when you first joined.
Bro kept messing up your names, so he had to style Dear's hair the way it is now because he genuinely couldn't tell who was who at first.
Dear does your hair and won't allow anyone else aside from Bro to do it.
Rudo didn't want to believe you two were fraternal twins because, "It doesn't make sense they look so alike and not be identical!"
Even you get startled when you look at Dear and only see yourself.
You'll argue about almost anything as if life depended on it.
Follo has called Dear as you and you as Dear way too many times, and each time made you dislike the supporter even more.
You really like Guita's vital instrument, so you'd freeze up and stare in awe if she ever used it. Dead has had to grab you to avoid getting hurt a lot of times.
You swore you'd grow taller than Dear one day (you're still 4'1" at 10 years old).
Dear allows insults from you, but won't accept it from anyone else.
Any object within arm range is a weapon for you to threaten Dear with— even if it's fragile.
You two stare at each other when you sleep. If one asks what they're doing, the other just leaves.
You have plenty of inside jokes that you two giggle at (only in private— Dear has to maintain his aura).
You like to say Dear is the favorite, which triggers Dear's irritation. He starts scolding you, and gets even more mad when you say you're joking.
If you're feeling hyper, you like to carry Dear on your back and run around the HQ just disturbing people when they pass by.
You two are organized, just not in your shared bedroom.
Your hair is a little longer and way more spiky than Dear’s.
One time, you and Dear had to have nametags, and it pissed you two off that you’d just rip or throw it away. They eventually gave up and started actually learning your names and how to tell who is who.
warning: realistic bf jabber, no sugarcoating, unhealthy relationship, jabber himself, you both are toxic to each other, violence, you are also raider, you/you’re pronouns, punching bag Jabber, you don't learn from your past mistakes, Zanka mention for jealousy plot, oh my God fluff, kinda sensitive?
continuation of pt. I
a/n: my legs are so sore from dancing :’) also thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it :))
oh, and on the zanka part it's a bit of janka? i'm not really a big fan of the ship because I really like zanka x follo, but im not against it!
also, happy late birthday jabber 🫶🏼🫶🏼
After you attacked Jabber for the 50th time, Cthoni was careful to not let him near you for a while. She wouldn't have cared, but it was getting out of hand.
Zodyl definitely does not care, and would assign you with Jabber because you two "correlate a lot."
You'd sometimes find yourself drifting back to Jabber, even if he mocked you sweetly for it.
He's possessive in a way that doesn't seem romantic to others, but it is to (some of) you. Like he'd genuinely get annoyed if you're enjoying another fight instead of it being against him, but if you get jealous he just brushes it off because he doesn't see any problem with it #hypocrite.
If Zanka is anywhere in his line of sight, he won't let you fight him or fight with him. He wants Zanka all for himself, which riles you up and causes you to give him the silent treatment (and a little bit of punching after the fight, even if he's already injured).
Ironically, you're also the one that tends to him a lot of times.
Jabber still shows a little bit of love every now and then— he'll chat with you about millions of things so you wouldn't get bored, give you a side hug (usually if you don't see him sneaking up on you), and sometimes he'll play the nice card on you.
You try to cherish every moment he's being sweet to you, but it all disappears when he starts being an asshole (again).
If you're into poison-making, he'll ask you for some samples to use on himself. He'll go harder on you when it comes to sparring because of this.
Every day is a training day unless you beat him up real good.
If you wanted to take things a step further, Jabber will definitely do something fucked up just so you would change your mind. He despises the idea of you becoming soft on him— plus, it bores him.
Noerde has caught Jabber trying to sneak into your room with a black marker in his hand before. She likes you, so she shooed him away before he did anything else.
Jabber feeds on your face expressions. Every twist of anger or fear in your heart fuels his masochism
It's not easy for you to fear him, but your temper is quick.
Bundus avoids being near you two at all times because of how intense your relationship is. He almost got caught between your brawl if he wasn't so intimidating that you backed off (Jabber didn't like that).
Jabber doesn't use pet names often. He mostly throws around a "baby" here and there, but that's it.
Every interaction you have with him is bipolar: you can degrade him one day and the next day you're kissing him in some dark area of the sewers.
Jabber will shame you if you end up being vulnerable after a fight. He's so used to you being tough he forgets you're still human yourself.
Jabber wouldn't choose anyone else if he had the choice, though. If you're on par with his level, he's willing to have you by his side. If not, he'll think twice.
The fucker is smart, but you never cared about that. He'll tell you about things you'll hear in some science classroom and your only reaction would be "huh?"
Not that you're not smart— intelligence is ideal to you and Jabber. That's why you two stayed even after countless of disputes.
inspiration: letters — natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812
summary: jabber writes you a love letter. you assume he really means it. he doesn’t.
warning: realistic bf jabber, no sugarcoating, unhealthy relationship, jabber himself, you both are toxic to each other, violence, you fight like teenagers, you are a raider, you/you’re, hurt, no comfort
pt. II
a/n: happy new years everybody! to celebrate, have a realistic bf jabber! i was reading bf jabber headcanons and they did it in a way it seemed like something jabber would do. so credits to kahvana / @tokeniranianfriend in tt!
please do not think i am promoting these kinds of relationships! this is just to show that you shouldn’t hold yourself back when writing about these kinds of topics. i personally love the softer version of bf jabber, but there are certain times where we mischaracterize him entirely.
also is this darkfic, i gen can’t tell
happy reading! (Or not..)
The first time you and Jabber got together as a “couple,” you actually didn’t care about being romantic with him. You liked him as a punching bag— and being a masochist, Jabber loved that. That was one of the few reasons why you two liked each other.
Jabber always found your reactions interesting. Deep down, he knew you were also a bit sentimental, and he mocked you for it. Whenever he made you cry, he’d stare at you until you stopped. So you wouldn’t look more like a fool to him, you’d slap him, and it always worked. To top it all off, if you looked irritated at him, he would get aroused.
The other Raiders always found your relationship extremely weird, and they preferred keeping their distance until things got out of hand.
There had been one time where you punched Jabber in the gut just because he pissed you off, and you didn’t stop until Cthoni held you back. You left Jabber on the ground, not giving a single fuck if he was fine.
That still didn’t stop him from having his fun. He would start acting scared around you, which would always make you scrunch your face in confusion and disgust. Once you’re caught off-guard, Jabber would pull your hair (If you’re bald/have a really short haircut, he’ll just dig his nails onto the back of your neck). Hard. He’d laugh at your angry responses after, unless you do the same to him.
Sometimes, if you two really get violent with each other, he’d start kissing you until you both can’t breathe. He’d leave a bunch of bruises too. That was all you two did in your relationship.
So just imagine your face when he hands you a love letter one day.
“The fuck?” You said, ripping it open with careless hands.
Inside the letter, he had written two paragraphs, admitting that he was careless and too much, and that he really loved you with all of his heart. At first, you were skeptical, but the more you read it, the more your heart started to flutter. Which was weird because you never felt anything like it.
Your eyes kept wandering around the line:
“I must love you, or die.”
He took his time writing you something so romantic, how could you not respond back?
You confronted him about it the next day, when you and Jabber didn’t have a mission (Bundus too, but he was busy doing something else). You walked up to his leaning figure, catching his dark pink eyes almost immediately.
“I got your love letter.” You said, “I didn’t think you were capable of being romantic.” You crossed your arms, scanning his expression for anything that might show whether he was playing you or not.
He had nothing but soft eyes, and the scary part? He smiled at you gently. “D’you like it, ma?” He asked, the nickname rolling off his tongue naturally. Your ears redden at this, and you finally relaxed under his gaze. “I—” you began, but was cut off by the sound of a snicker.
The next moment, Jabber was holding his stomach, laughing his head off like a maniac. It was a wild laugh, so genuine it made Bundus look up from his spot in the room.
“Oh my god, your fucking face!” Jabber howled, tears forming down his face. “I can’t fucking believe that you actually thought I was being romantic!” He slapped his knee multiple times, and laughed harder at your stunned expression. “I thought you knew me! Did you seriously think I’d do all of this for you?!”
There was a hollow pit inside your stomach, and you didn’t realize your hands were trembling, ripping the letter apart piece by piece.
“Fucking priceless!!” Jabber yelled out, clutching his stomach tighter.
You snapped.
You pounced on him, punching him square in the face, which knocked him down onto the floor. He made a big grunt, breathing heavily. You got on top of him and started hitting his face with your fists with anger. “You’re a fucking asshole!” You scream, but he caught one of your fists and flipped you over, trying to hit you next. He still had a stupid grin on his bloody face.
You and him went at it for a couple of moments, punching, slapping, and kicking each other. “Come on, hit me harder! Is that all ya got?!!” Jabber yelled, making you pull two of his locs next. He yelped when his head got thrown back, but proceeded to scratch at your arms. You hissed at the sharp sting.
“What the fuck are you two doin’?!” Bundus yelled over you two, snatching you right off Jabber with no difficulty. He held you up, looking between the “couple.”
“You ain’t fun, Bundus!” Jabber growled under his breath, wiping the blood off his nose. “We was doing great ‘til you came along!”
“Let me at him!” You shriek, “I’m going to kill him! Let me go, asshole!”
“Shut up, both of you.”
Cthoni voice echoed from within the room, and they snapped their heads to the entrance. There she was, standing with a blank stare. She walked over to them, kicking Jabber out of her way until she came face to face with you. She nodded at Bundus to let you go, to which he complied.
Her arms wrapped around you as Bundus dragged Jabber up, who was grinning like he won the fight. “We’ve had enough of you two. You both are going to clean yourselves up and learn to act mature.” Cthoni said, “This is your last warning.”
You were still glaring at Jabber, who was completely entertained and unbothered. “I’m good wit’ that. Tell that to her.” He pointed at you. “This wouldn’t have fucking happened if you didn’t give me that fake love letter!” You yelled, “You are a conniving snake, and you smell like shit!”
Jabber only pouted, mocking you in every way possible. You screamed curses at him in rage until Cthoni summoned a manhole, and disappeared with you in her grasp.
summary: you and rudo have different opinions on making the christmas tree decorative. You also cramp your foot and get a glass of milk in return.
warning(s): fluff, that's it :) there's also you/you're pronouns, Guita mentioned, you're a cleaner, you and Rudo are the same age, you and rudo are also rivals!
a/n: this took long because christmas break allowed me to stay up and watch my childhood YouTubers so... Forgive me!
You and Rudo were completely competitive.
Every time you were offered the chance to help, Rudo was there to steal it. The same went for him. So when Christmas rolled around the corner, it had become a disaster trying to manage the tree, which were unfortunately entrusted to the both of you since you "worked really well together" (Enjin's idea unfortunately).
It didn't stop you two from doing it. It was the matter of arranging the decorations that had almost all of the Cleaners and Supporters groaning every time they heard voices.
"Semiu said to put it in the dining room!" You argued, trying to shove the giant Christmas tree in the other direction.
"But Enjin said–!" "He was JOKING. Has anything Enjin joked to you ever go RIGHT?"
Anyway, the tree was set up in the dining room. Which leads to the next procedure. The ornament-placing.
"Hey," Rudo called. You turned your head as he pointed to a box on one of the tables. "Is this for the tree?" He asks as a big, clear label that spelled out "ornaments" were taped onto the big box.
"No, that's for our hair- WHAT DO YOU THINK??"
Nothing too bad happened for the next few minutes. You and Rudo silently decided he’d pass the trinkets to you so you could slide it into the branches. It was perhaps the only peaceful interaction you two ever had. Even Riyo breathed a sigh of relief when she passed by the hall.
“I’m so proud of their teamwork!” Riyo said with joy, “Hopefully they keep doing this!”
When the redhead said that, Rudo accidentally dropped an ornament while handing it to you.
Time seemed to have froze as the clumsy white haired boy and you look down slowly at the broken trinket. You immediately snapped. “HOW HARD IS IT TO PASS AN ORNAMENT?! YOU HAD ONE JOB!”
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!! YOU WEREN’T QUICK ENOUGH TO GRAB IT!” Rudo yelled back, already burning with frustration. “YOUR HANDS ARE TOO FIDGETY! LET ME DO THIS BY MYSELF!” “THEY SAID THAT THE TWO OF US WERE DECORATING!! I DON’T REMEMBER THEM TELLING YOU TO BE THE ONE HANDLING IT!”
“… Remind me to never open my mouth around them again.” Riyo’s face blanks as Zanka pinches the bridge of his nose.
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“I think this one should be over here.” You said when Rudo was making the final adjustments. You grabbed the ornament out of his gloved hands, ignoring his stunned stare. “The small ones are hard to see with the bigger ones in the front.”
Rudo ‘tched,’ a vein popping on the side of his face. “Looks better mixed.” He said, snatching a big one and placed it near the front.
“You always have something to say, don’t you ever shut up?” You retorted, taking another look of the tree. It did look better like that.. but you didn’t say anything, just so you didn’t increase his little ego that clashed with yours.
The hardest part of making the tree was putting on the star.
You had Rudo hold onto the ladder as you reached for the top, stretching out just a bit. You almost got it when your foot got a cramp, causing you to hiss. “Ow ow ow—” you said under your breath, finally getting the star on.
It was when you stopped tip toeing that the cramp in your foot made you stumble back.
You screamed, only to feel a pair of gloved hands hold your arms. You reached for the railing for the ladder, breathing heavily while you took a moment to process your near death-experience.
“You couldn’t have been faster?” You grumbled, but there was no real bite behind your tone. Rudo scowled, ears pink. “Not my fault you’ve got weak legs.” He shot back.
Once you got out of that situation, you and Rudo crash onto the seats, analyzing the tree and taking a moment of silence to catch your breath.
“Why is there a cookie on the tree?” Rudo furrowed his brows.
“It’s an angel, stupid.” You rolled your eyes, “It doesn’t even look remotely like a cookie. You’re probably hungry.”
“I hate that you’re right.” Rudo clicked his tongue. “… The star’s facing the wrong way.”
You turn to glare at him, “What the HELL do you mean?! I almost pulled a muscle getting that on there!” You smack him on the head. “Ow! Hey, quit that!” Rudo exclaimed, gritting his teeth, “I wasn’t being serious! Chill!” You huff, crossing your arms. “Fucking idiot.” You said under your breath.
“The pink one doesn’t look good with the dark blue beside it.” You commented, knowing damn well Rudo put that there. “It looks fine!” Rudo groaned, rubbing his face. “I wasn’t being serious.” You said, unable to contain your smug smile.
“Oh my god.” The white haired boy shook his head, annoyed.
“Okay, seriously? The green one clashes with the yellow one.” You say after a moment. “Put it somewhere else.”
“Why me??” He asked with a deeply puzzled expression. “My leg is still stiff, so be a nice guy for once and do it!” You said with a smile once he stands up, grumbling.
You could get used to this.
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“This looks great, you two.” Semiu commented, eyeing the tree. “It’s good you paused your rivalry and cooperated well.”
“Hahaha..” You and Rudo awkwardly side-glance each other, knowing full well that was not what happened at all.
“It’s so nice! Oh- what happened to your foot?” Guita takes a little peak at your foot, which you were trying to stretch, “Cramp.” You replied. “Ohh, from what?” She asks sweetly.
“Uhm,” You start, earning a wide-eyed look from Rudo. “I was tip toeing, and it started hurting.” You said, deciding it wasn’t best to mention at the fact Rudo saved your life.
“That is not a nice feeling! How does it feel now?” She gets scarily closer, which isn’t unusual for the girl. “A lot better.” You replied kindly.
“You should be helping her, Rudo! She helped you decorate the tree!” Guita added happily, making Rudo stutter. “She already said she was feeling better!”
You grin evilly, “Oh, but I would feel nicer with a glass of milk in hand. I’m thirsty.” You emphasized the last bit, watching Rudo scowl angrily.
After a moment of Guita pestering him, he stands up, saying he was going to get it while trying to swat the girl away. When he returned, a cold glass of milk was in his right glove. He shoves it in your face, clearly pissed.
“Wow, thanks.” You said innocently, drinking it all in one go.
HII! I’d love to request stuff for fu!:> but I’m just wondering, how detailed do requests havw to be? Extremely detailed or no?
im fine with both! It just means for extreme detail i have to follow through it, but for ones with none i usually have my own little direction with it. i dont mind whichever that you'll pick! ^^
summary: you are dear santa’s twin sister. you scold your twin when he demands rudo shares some of the sweets. plus a few little headcanons.
warning(s): you share dear’s personality but more quiet (unless you’re really irritated), you two are fraternal twins, your jinki is a necklace that enhances and makes your voice louder (basically to burst people’s eardrums), you’re part of team child, semiu & august mentioned, you’re not a big fan of enjin, pronouns are you/you’re (and she/her), you have unique hair, fluff, mostly fluff, humor i think
a/n: so this one is not requested! i was bored and wanted to make something for dear since there isn’t a lot of fics/imagines. i especially love the ones with the reader being a sibling, whether younger or older. oh and ofc bro santa will be mentioned! :)
also.. i do not have siblings myself.. this may not be accurate… but i have friends with siblings…. They’re my only reliable source…
Happy reading!
Being a sibling to Dear isn’t easy. Especially when you’re both the same age.
Dear’s stubborn, and he’s, well, a boy. He tests you, gives you more reason to yell just to cause a stir, finds weak points. But he’s also your twin, and he knows well enough to limit himself. You two make a good team since he makes you irritated enough to activate your jinki.
Your vital instrument, a necklace, could make your voice be heard in a big crowd full of chatter. You weren’t stupid enough to try and use it to your advantage. Besides, there’s enough people in the Cleaner’s HQ whose voice is just as vociferous, one man being August, their designer.
You share Dear’s blue eyes, only your eyes are more roundish and slightly odd. Your hair is shoulder-length short, bangs cut unevenly (by Dear, only a few months ago), the roots and ends of your hair were black, while a white ring formed at the middle. You didn’t quite forgive Dear for the bangs he gave you, but you didn’t hate the look. It took you a while to get used to, even when it had made Enjin laugh harder than he should’ve. That day was when you realized you disliked the umbrella man, because it seemed very clear he wasn’t fond of children he thought were needy.
For the record, you were not what he claimed to be clingy. He was just brave enough to make an assumption. He didn’t say anything about Dear because the boy was way more intimidating. You made it your personal agenda to give Enjin a taste of your scream, but Bro wasn’t letting any of that happen. So you found other ways to show your displeasure.
The day the Spherite came was the day you cleared the clingy accusations. You made new allegations: you absolutely hated Enjin, according to himself with no reliable source or credit.
Rudo, his name was, a boy that fell from the heavens and survived, with a vital instrument in hand. You saw him from only afar, when he was being shown around. The only time you did have an official meeting was when Dear approached Rudo, giving him the same irritated expression he gave to everyone, and held a hand out. At the time, Rudo apparently never had the luxury of eating anything sweet. Saying it was “rich people food.”
Unfortunately, Dear was just as obsessed as Rudo on the topic of sweets.
You gave Dear a look, huffing. Dear eyed back and huffed, which basically meant, “What?” And quite frankly, you didn’t take it very lightly.
“You don’t ask for treats like that just because you’re younger.” You clicked on your tongue, scowling, “You should be more nicer.” He sucks away on his pacifier, a frown matching yours. Now you’re just having a contest of whose glare was scarier.
Bro gets in the way, giving you two space away from each other. He apologizes for the inconvenience you two caused to Rudo, who was just as stunned as Enjin. Riyo, on the other hand, was giggling. “They’re like this all the time, it’s really no different on any day.” She tells to Rudo, who is still feasting on the sweets given to him.
Bro introduces you and Dear to the Spherite, and then himself. “They’re not identical twins, are they?” Rudo questions the caretaker, eyeing you and Dear. “Fraternal, but their personalities are just a copy and paste.” Enjin comments out of boredom. You give the blonde man another glare that he doesn’t notice immediately, but catches it in the corner of his eye. Now you and the older man are just having a stare-down to death.
“Bro, your girl is kind of weirdin’ me out, I think she hates the fact I called her clingy few months back.” Enjin says, making you even more pissed you yelled.
“I WOULD BE LESS MAD IF YOU DIDN’T CALL ME THAT!”
Dear and you would probably set your differences aside and have a moment of just eating sweets together
even if you’re not a big sweet-tooth, he’s willing to share (only to you)
Any time he feels tired, he’ll lay on you and you’d have to fight for your life while he suffocates your entire being
You’re both very close (in terms of rivalry and friendship), so close you could be conjoined
Dear doesn’t find you annoying; he just dislikes the way you answer him
You tease him about the pacifier all the time
Bro Santa has had to put you two in a timeout corner before because you snuck into Corvus’ office and nearly trashed the bookcases (you convinced Dear that it’d only take a second for you to read something in there)
You’re the one who styles Dear’s hair most of the time
you did not like Bro at first (he had to prove he genuinely wanted to take care for you two)
Dear is older than you by two minutes
You sleep two minutes right after Dear knocks out
You’re the only one who’s seen Dear’s teeth (before and after the pacifier)
You share the same room, but on different beds
Dear has used you as an alarm before
You used to be shy, but you wanted to be more like your twin, so you copied him to the point it felt natural
You’re still shy regardless, just more intimidating
Dear’s the one who gave you your necklace (a microphone pendant, because he wanted you to speak louder.. his wish was granted when it turned into your jinki)
A lot of people used to think you both were girls, while another half thought you two were boys (Bro, Rudo, Semiu, and surprisingly August were the only ones who guessed right)
Enjin & Zanka caught Dear alone one time and nearly had a panic attack when trying to find you but was relieved when they saw Semiu come back with you in her arms, saying she had to take you to Eishia because you accidentally hit your head on the corner of the counter at the reception desk
