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[faiyuwa]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 !

she/her pronouns , bi , currently gachiakutapilled , part-time writer full-time student , janka's third , writes sfw & nsfw , music heavily influences my writing.

general, requesting rules + dni list

jabbet fanart by (@potatojasjas) on X

[faiyuwa]

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 + 𝙙𝙣𝙞 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𓏵‧₊˚

General rules:

feeding or training AI with my work is extremely prohibited, the same goes for stealing and plagiarizing. Hateful comments or requests that are uncomfortable will be deleted, if you don't like me or my posts just press the block button.

Requesting rules:

I won't write: extreme kinks/paraphilias, problematic content, oc x canon.

I will write: fluff, smut, angst, crack (I'll do my best), drabbles, headcanons.

DNI (do not interact) list:

basic criteria: racists, homophobes, sexists, pro shippers, dark shippers, pdfs, trump supporters, zionists, etc.

[faiyuwa]

CONGRATS ON UR FIVE FOLLOWERS ACHIEVEMENT M SO PROUD OF UUUUUUU :DDDD

TYYY!! by the time I'm typing this I already have 25 followers 😭😭 sorry I'm so late!!

but here's the 5 followers special I promised ^^

it took so long bc I had to re-read the manga for some characters but then gave up bc its still ooc lmao 💔

[faiyuwa]

𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𖥔*໒꒱ ࿔ 𝙂𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Love is hard, but how much more difficult can it be when their invisible rules of dating get destroyed? Well, I guess they'll have to make an exception.

pairings: Enjin, Tamsy, Follo, Jabber and Zanka x gn reader (separate)

MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS (Tamsy's part and possibly Follo's)

wc: at least 1.2k for each character

barely proof readed cuz I'm sick

Everybody knows how Enjin can be, it's a trait of him that he's very aware of. Some just call him a careless flirt, sometimes womaniser. It's a strong word yet accurate, chasing women after women that ticks all the boxes of his 'preference'.

It's not likeable, yes. It's not like he cares about what people think of him. Plus, he can't really see himself in a serious relationship because of how busy he is, being in the cleaners is already exhausting on its own, on top of that, he also needs to watch over his team full of teenagers that look up to him. That's triple the work of a normal cleaner. Enjin has alot of work undone, whether it be with himself or his team. He doesn't have any time for romance right now, Enjin has decided that he's not yet worthy being with someone.

Though, Enjin's been acting weird around someone lately. Not weird in a creepy way, it's more like he's not like his usual self when around the new viander. The HQ hired a special chef for the employees of the cleaners, someone who keeps the workers well fed with delicious food.

Despite being nervous in the first weeks of working on your new job, everyone seems to thankfully like you! Just hearing them thank you for the food you cooked made your heart swell with pride. A reminder of the reason why you love what you do.

Enjin seemed to catch onto that. Loving your food was already a given, but he's most attracted to your charm and hardworking nature. Your presence makes him warm, the way you smile and laugh stops his tracks, Enjin would sometimes even get distracted by your pretty face whenever you talk to him, your words going in one ear and out the other.

Surprisingly, Enjin didn't try to use his usual tactics when it came to wooing you. People who witnessed it were shocked yet amused, definitely not used to this Enjin. It's cause he really thinks that you're special, be prepared for his goofy ways of courting because he knows that being overly charming won't get him anywhere near your heart.

It's cheesy, but he gives you beautiful artificial flowers (Rudo's advice) every morning before working on the kitchen, you really love it, but soon you'll have to tell him to get you other things 'cause there's no more space in your room for another bouquet. Enjin would also be the first one to get a plate of your cooking whether it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner. You don't make it obvious but Enjin's shenanigans have already made a toll on your heart.

Enjin would stop at nothing to get you to love him back, rest assured that he'll be doing it the right way. Just for you.

You know that your lover is more than what meets the eye. You've known, actually.

Back then when you first had your little crush with Tamsy, things were sweet and innocent. Just like how you would think love actually is.

At first, Tamsy was genuinely amused. Finding interest on how you would show your love, especially to someone like him. He decided to play along with your little infatuation, even going as far to be in a relationship with you. A little entertainment won't hurt, right? He'll just easily discard you if ever you'd become a distraction to him, to his plans. Just like what he did with the others that came before you.

Or so he thought.

By the time you started to notice the cracks behind Tamsy's soft smile, you were knee-deep into the façade he created. Too far long gone to leave him. (Un)Fortunately, the same goes for Tamsy. You shouldn't have ignored the unsettling feeling under your gut whenever he says that he loves you.

Tamsy does mean it though, he did everything he could've possibly done just to get rid of you, to get rid of his love for you. There's nothing he can do now that you've managed to slither yourself inside of his difficult heart. An irritating snake like you getting in the way of his schemes will pay for it.

And now, laying down his bed, a horrified expression rests at your face. The same face he tried so hard to be disgusted with. Yet, with your eyes filled to the brim with tears, Tamsy thinks that he had never seen a view this breathtaking.

He loves the way you struggle to breathe without moving a muscle, the sharp dagger millimetres on your neck will have to say otherwise. The long strands of his hair continues to fall over the two of you, his whole body caging you as Tamsy leans in closer, making the dagger touch your skin. Your breath hitches.

"Do you still love me, dear?" Tamsy mumbles. The tears on your eyes finally fall, staring back at his empty ones.

A shaky nod answers him. That's all Tamsy needs. He takes the dagger out of your neck before giving a tender kiss to your trembling lips. The way he kissed you was passionate, full of emotions like he did not just threaten to slit your throat seconds ago.

He gets up slightly to get something from his nightstand, Tamsy opens a worn out book with a logo that you've seen before. At this point you've accepted your fate.

Tamsy doesn't really care whether you actually love him or you just nodded to save your life. He loves you, it's all that matters.

You did this to yourself, Tamsy just reciprocated with his own way of loving. From now on, he'll do anything to keep you by his side. He's not treating you as a distraction like he did before, you're now a part of his plans.

"If that's the case then, I love you more, my darling."

The current nineteen years of Follo's life on the ground was spent on pleasing others. Living his whole life worrying about what other people think of him.

He wanted people to perceive him as strong, special— To be like the cool guys he was infuriatingly jealous of. Being a part of the faceless mob didn't faze Follo as he strives to be better everyday, to prove to everyone that even him, a nobody, can be something amazing. That's why he held everything in, keeping his emotions buried underneath the ground to keep him from snapping.

And then there's you, a new talented giver who just got hired to be a part of the cleaners. They called you a prodigy, someone powerful that would be leading the present generation of cleaners. You just got here half a month ago.

Follo didn't bother to talk to you much so he can protect his peace and just do his own thing to evolve. Well, he's nice to you but in a way that when Follo smiles, it never reaches his eyes. But in a particular mission, he got assigned to help you with an emergency. A normal task for a supporter.

It's the first time he sees you in action. And boy, you did live up to the exaggerated praises, Follo watched in awe as you flawlessly struck down every trash beast with ease. He felt odd, Follo didn't sense the bitter disparity in his gut. Something he was supposed to be feeling according to how his head worked.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way, but Follo was kind of relieved when he found out that you have a weakness, specifically in communicating. Unable to fully gather information because of how nervous you'd get around strangers. Like now, you're having a hard time talking to the kid that allegedly saw where the other victims are. At some point the kid started crying, you panicked.

With a sigh, Follo came over to save the day. Unlike you, he's a social person that knows how to properly talk to people. He calmly spoke the kid, trying to stop his sobbing. Follo easily succeeded and managed to know where the rest of the victims are.

After that, the mission ended off flawlessly. Going back to the headquarters, you sat next to Follo inside the van, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Hey, So um... Thanks for what you did back there. It's really cool how you made that kid calm down instantly.." a soft smile plastered on your face, eyes shifting as you shyly thanked Follo. No doubt his face was red the whole ride.

That's the day you fell for him. The same goes for Follo. But in his case he fell hard.

Instead of envying you, Follo made you into his inspiration, his muse. Someone that sees him as special for who he is. He then now strives to be better with you.

Jabber actually didn't like you when the two of you had just first met.

Zodyl recruited you and Jabber as members of the raider's frontline at the same time, both of you were around the same age so it automatically resulted in always being paired with each other on missions.

Your first mission together was just a simple sightseeing on No Man's Land. Observing the trash beasts habitat, it's for Zodyl's experiment you didn't give two shits about.

Jabber on the other hand was vibrating from where he was sitting. Bored out of his mind inside your hiding spot. He groaned dramatically, "This is so lameee, I thought the bossman would give us a crazy first job"

You ignored him and continued to watch over the heap of trash. "Hey, you're new too right?" Jabber scooted closer to you. No response, Jabber pouted "Heyyy" He shakes your shoulder. You shushed him, "Be quiet. They'll hear us"

Jabber raised an eyebrow, "So you're lame too, huh?" He thought he was gonna get a rise out of you from that one but still nothing from your end, still staring ahead blankly. Jabber scoffed.

He'll have to ask Zodyl if he can get him a new buddy when he gets back.

Zodyl didn't approve of Jabber's request, reasoning that: "For now, teamwork will be essential in the raiders. I don't care if something's going on between you two. I've already decided that you'll be partners."

Well that's a bummer, guess he'll have to just suck it up and deal with his lame, boring co-worker.

Jabber didn't think it was possible but his dislike of you grew much larger. You were not only lame, you were infuriating. Preventing him from continuing to fight with a cleaner irked him to the bone, when you explained that he was already bleeding too much and had the risk of dying, Jabber looked at you like you were the crazy one. When you got back, people questioned you on why Jabber had a scowl on his face the whole day.

What he didn't know at that time, is you'd actually caught feelings for him. Romantic feelings.

Jabber on the other hand, pushed you away even more. You had already told him that you liked him and it made his heart beat fast in a way he did not like. Jabber didn't say anything in regards to your confession and just ran away, he felt like tearing up. Jabber likes you back, He just hates the unusual feeling of being loved.

He hates whenever you get soft on him, he gets uncomfortable if you ever tried patching him up after a fight. The only way of loving Jabber knows is through pain, he wants you to hurt him, beat him up til he's gasping for air. Though, his heart clenches whenever you give him attention, he tells you to leave him alone but still looks for you when it gets too quiet. In Jabber's mind, he begged for you to love him in the way he's used to. Silently wanting you, needing you. It just hurts so much, he didn't like this kind of pain.

The two of you had just completed a mission, now under a tunnel to clean up Jabber's wound on his abdomen. He's being quiet about it today, usually he groans and complains, but now he's just silently letting you.

In the amidst silence, Jabber suddenly said under his breath "Please hit me". You stopped and looked up at him, a detached expression was apparent on his face, emotionless eyes staring past you. You never thought that you'd see that kind of look on him.

While wrapping the gauze around Jabber's waist, you reply, "No. I won't do that, especially to someone I like. I've already told you that, didn't I?"

Jabber exhaled shakily, almost sounding like a laugh. Now done with his injury, you stood up and cupped your hands with his face. Jabber now looks at you, he seems in pain but not because of the huge gash on his body.

You leaned your face closer to his, noses barely touching. "...When are you gonna let me in?" you whispered out. Jabber's eyes widened, hands grabbed your collar tightly to ground himself before crashing his lips with yours. Something he's been wanting to do for almost years now. His teeth caught your lower lip, biting down harshly, reminding you of how Jabber expresses affection, reminding you of how lethal he can be. But instead of pulling out or responding to the pain, you pulled himself closer to you. Jabber instantly broke, finally letting his messy emotions catch up to him.

At this moment, Jabber swore to himself that he'll never run away from his feelings— from you ever again, even if it costs having to taste your blood in his mouth.

When Zanka was younger, he had a fascination with romance— or just love in general. He never showed it, but if you looked closely, you'll see it on the faint sparkle of his eyes.

After his rigorous training sessions to prove something, he'll stare into space, catching his breath while fantasizing about someone checking up on him in times like this, giving him water or just asking him if he's alright.

But being a Nijiku doesn't allow him to. It was taught to him since he was a toddler, that's why he does these to save the concerns of his peers. To show that everything amazing he does just comes naturally, he's the youngest son of his family after all. He'll eventually need to keep up with his siblings.

But that doesn't mean he can't still dream about it, right?

Eventually, his love for love would gradually fade. Zanka occasionally cries himself to sleep at the thought of his siblings— his family, never giving him the warmth he's been desperately yearning for. All that he's given is crumbs, clinging onto blunt praises for his job well done, sometimes even ending it with a 'but you can be better than this.' his smile falters whenever that happens. That's why he's scared that one day, if someone were to actually love him, he'll have no idea on how to deal with it, or to know if it's real.

That's why on that very night, Zanka promised to himself that he'll be content with loneliness. For him, it's not worth the risk. Everything for the sake of being a Hell Guard.

And before he knew it, Zanka became a giver. When he thought that love was now irrelevant to him, his Lovely Assistaff proved him wrong. Zanka can't help but have a glimmer of hope that he'll get to care for someone the way he does for his vital instrument.

Alot of things had passed and now he's a part of the Cleaners. He's been disinherited and left home. Even if sometimes he didn't felt welcome in that place, Zanka still missed it.

When he was still adjusting to his sudden change of lifestyle, you came into the picture. A bright light is what he saw when you first met, all smiley as you gave Zanka a tour around the headquarters.

That memory still feels like yesterday to him, it's the first time Zanka was told that whenever he needs someone, you're always here for him. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning at you like an idiot.

He grew closest to you, both being there for each other during times of highs and lows. Zanka doesn't acknowledge it but sometimes the rapid rate of his heart whenever with you is starting to get harder to ignore. The way you seem to feel the same certainly didn't help his case.

Even so, Zanka still had his doubts. More of it was directed to himself, the fear of not being good enough still gnaws deep inside him. Will you be okay being with an average joe in the sea of geniuses? Is it okay for you to be with someone who's constantly fighting with himself? Can someone like him actually be worth anything?

You don't have to answer that, to him, your actions alone speak a thousand words. When Zanka got injured from the sudden attack of the raiders, you two had a heart-to-heart conversation inside the infirmary, the smell of soft sheets accompanied by the cold wind coming in from the window kinda helped him open up more.

He told you about his past, his lingering insecurities. You knew what Zanka's family was like but the hushed rumours didn't compare to the real story coming from the one that experienced it first-hand. Seeing Zanka be this vulnerable around you felt rewarding yet heartwrenching, he trusts you enough to let his never dimming flame burn out in front of you for a while.

When Zanka realizes that he overshared and maybe trauma dumped a little too much, he abruptly stopped taking and starting apologising, you brush out Zanka's embarrassment with a chuckle and reach out a hand to hold his. It was quite cold compared to the warmth creeping up his face. You smile to yourself, looking at Zanka you say:

"Whatever happened back then, yesterday, or last week doesn't matter to me. What's important right now is that you're still here by my side"

Zanka's head almost lets out smoke as he tries not to vomit out his undying love for you right then and there. Not now!

guess who's my favourite character 💀 jk anyways this is for my celebration of 5 followers ty once again!

[faiyuwa]

just hit a milestone,,, 5 followers🥹🥹🥹😭😭 WE UP🎉🎉💯🥺🥺🥺💯💯

def gonna post a multiple character fic to celebrate stay tuned❗❗

[faiyuwa]

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𖥔*໒꒱ ࿔ 𝗭𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗮 𝗡.

You confront Zanka about him leaving you in bed extremely early, not knowing that he's been going through it. Figuratively and literally.

tags: porn with a little plot , dry humping , riding , subby Zanka , praise kink if you squint , making out , unprotected sex , fem reader

wc: 5.5k (I got EXTREMELY carried away 😭)

all characters are aged up

Zanka has been in a real predicament these days.

He has some ideas on when it started happening, he swears to his life that the reason behind Zanka's pain is the continuous nights of you sleeping in his room.

Not that he minds though, Zanka absolutely loves it whenever you sleep over his sometimes, cuddling to sleep with you is one of his favourite additional parts of his meticulous night routine (even if he won't say it outloud).

But the thing is, Zanka has... Zanka's been getting morning wood every time you decide to sleep over. Waking up in cold sweat very early in the morning just to see his raging erection over the blanket. And that happens like what? four times a week? That's a bit concerning, no? Well, it's also insanely embarrassing, Zanka would have to fight the urge to bury himself six feet underground at the thought of getting caught by his lover, jerking off in the bathroom first thing in the morning like the pervert he thinks he is.

Naturally, Zanka obviously can't control it. But he swears that if he can, a hundred percent he would've done it already. He feels really bad about it too.

It gets even worse when one quiet night, you tell him the cause of your frequent sleepovers.

"Zanka?"

"Mhm... Yeah?" he hummed beneath you, shifting slightly to raise his head that was buried onto your neck. You stared at his deep blue irises for a bit, his cheek now squished on your plane of your shoulder while his eyes were as wide as ever, looking up at you.

You sigh out, Fingers fiddling with his tassel earrings. "The thing is.. I can't really sleep well in my room these days, but when I sleep over here with you, I'm able to sleep peacefully. I think it's because my body feels at ease in your presence"

After a moment of silence, Zanka blinks. He didn't reply or say anything but before you fill the awkwardness, he suddenly lifts your torso up with his arms that were tangled up on your waist.

Now sitting on his bed, you get a good look at Zanka's state. His features are now illuminated by the moonlight that seeped through his blinds. Zanka was undoubtedly flushed from his neck to his ears, his funky eyebrows now scrunched with his lips in a small pout.

"If that's the case, then... Then ya can sleep in my room whenever ya want. Well— if it'll make ya feel better, I ain't gotta problem with it" Zanka murmured, his eyes shifting to yours and down his fingers fidgeting with your own. Still, the bashfulness remains in his face, Zanka would be lying to himself if he said that his heart's not beating a million times per minute because of your words right now.

In the midst of you, and Zanka's sweet little moment, one heavy line you dropped felt like a vinyl scratch. A sad frown was evident on your face, Zanka felt his heart drop to his ass.

"Then why do you leave me in bed so early?"

"I—"

"Is there some important activity you can't tell that you'd sneak out on me? In the crack of dawn?"

Zanka has never been this paler. His adams apple bobbed as his brain scrambled to decide on which words are right and which would lead to your relationship's demise. It's also ten times more difficult when an annoyed expression is apparent on his girlfriend's face.

He huffed out, a palm covering half of his face in shame, "Promise me ya won't laugh"

You raised an eyebrow at him, but decided to hear your distressed boyfriend out. "Sure. Go on"

Zanka exhaled dramatically, "I... I've.." he sighs for the nth time. "for some reason, every time we sleep together, I always wake up with a damn boner" oh God he actually said it. You're probably gonna think he's weird and perverted, a creep who can't keep his dick in his pants—

Soft giggles interrupted Zanka's train of thought. He can't believe it, he takes a peek from the gaps of his fingers. Your head lowers down, a hand muffling your mouth as a horrible attempt to save Zanka's pride.

Zanka could only fall back into the sheets in distraught. Both hands are now covering his face, your laughs still ringing in his flushed ears certainly did not help.

After a few more cackles on his demise, you crawl up at Zanka's body. Now leaning onto him with arms supporting you up, "Zan-zan? look baby, I'm sorry for laughing" you softly murmur, trying to lure Zanka out. The only response you got is his fingers twitching, but you've never met anyone as stubborn as your boyfriend. He refused to give in, the hands are still glued to his face. "Say something? Please?" this time, you purred on his ear, fully laying on top of him.

That seemed to do the trick

You knew he'd fold easily with a teensy bit of pressure. But the brat avoided eye contact, his head now in the opposite direction of your face. A little more push would surely bring him back.

Bringing a hand to grab his chin, he complied with no resistance, blue orbs now staring back at you. Faces centimeters away, Zanka's stuttering warm breath fans over your lips.

A smile formed on your face, "you're so cute"

You closed the gap between your lips, gently connecting them. It never fails to amuse you at the perfect fit of your lips with his, always feels like both of you were made for each other. The soft yet sensual pace made Zanka's head swirl, accidentally slipping out a moan on your lips in which you greedily swallow down. He feels like exploding.

Your fingers ghost over his wrists, feeling his pulse under your thumb made you grin a little. Having your usually cocky boyfriend under you like this felt euphoric. Obviously, you're continuing this til he breaks.

"Darlin'—" You barely give Zanka any time to talk nor breathe as your lips crashes back on him. Tilting your head to get a deeper angle, tongue sliding against his, Zanka was now only mindlessly obeying your ministrations, the warmth of your mouth is slowly melting him from the inside, the way your tongue swirls with his tenderly is making him weak in the knees, no doubt that you can feel his throbbing and already leaking cock twitching beneath you.

With that being said, your hips rolled down at the tent of his pants, Zanka choked on his moans, literally. The almost violent coughs prompted you to quickly break the kiss, finally giving the poor guy some air.

"Hey— oh my goodness, Zanka breathe!"

A hand surged panicked taps on his chest as if it'll do something to his choking. But with a shaky exhale, his breathing returned to normal.

You laughed dryly at his state, "You're such an idiot, Zan-Zan"

"am not!" he coughed out

It's not everyday that you're blessed with this sight of Zanka, laying beneath you, a soft shade of pink painting his cheeks, lips now chaffed, damp and shiny from spit. He looks so cute like this, so pliant.

Your hips started moving once more, "You know, you honestly could've just woken me up if your dick's bothering you every morning"

Zanka's eyebrows pinched together, mewling slightly as he tried to match the slow grinding.

"C-can't, ya always looked so peaceful sleeping. I can't get myself to— Mngh—! Can't get myself to wake ya up jus' 'cause I'm horny" Zanka clawed the sheets when you started to quicken your hips, his moans are getting louder, getting needier.

Low sighs have also been escaping your parted lips, the delicious friction was starting to get to you. "Yeah? How sweet of you. Good boys deserve to be rewarded right?" you coo at him. The slut nodded eagerly, tears now forming on his eyes.

"Yes! Please I've been s'good to ya!" he croaked out, voice now strained from his continuous wailing.

You put a halt to your movements, giving Zanka one final kiss to the cheek to cut his complaints off before scrambling your hand down to free his aching cock.

With his tip already leaking like a faucet combined with your slick, sliding down on him was a smooth task. You place your hands on Zanka's chest for leverage, he has his own on your thighs, unintentionally gripping them. A tiny whine left your lips, having him in this position is making you lightheaded

"So deep.." you muster before rolling your hips, picking up a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping was almost deaf to your ears due to your needy moans and Zanka's whimpering. The curve of his pulsing cock was hitting the sweet spots inside you, your eyes rolled back.

"Mngh! I-I wont last— fuck, please— keep goin'!"

You whine out Zanka's name, your bouncing getting sloppier, focusing more on chasing your release. "Z-zan, haah— feels so good, so good for me baby" your voice weak from your consistent noises, but still, your praises drove Zanka to the edge.

His hands travel to your waist to help your already aching thighs, his hips pistoning up to meet yours. Your cunt squeezed around him tightly, earning a hiss from Zanka and an urge to thrust up his lower body faster. "Ngh—! just like that, keep going baby!" You can feel your orgasam tumbling closer, feeling it build up as you meet Zanka's thrusts. His hands are definitely leaving marks.

You can also feel Zanka's nearing his peak, the steady rhythm of his thrusts stutter and get more desperate. He also somehow got louder, moans turning into shouts. Zanka cries out, "I— I can't anymore, please— fuck , 'm gonna cum!"

You throw your head back with a gasp as your orgasm crashes down, your slick gushing down on Zanka's pelvis. It's not long before Zanka's twitching cock spurts out his warm spent, back arching as he flooded your insides. After a few more pumps of his load, you collapsed in his chest, Zanka grunts but wrapped you up with his arms.

Heavy breathing filled the room, not a word spoken. The two of you silently bask in the aftermath, he's still inside you and you didn't mind one bit. All you need right now is Zanka's warmth, he seems to be thinking the same.

It's safe to say that Zanka had a good night's sleep and did not wake up once before his alarm. Thanks to his girlfriend, obviously.

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I was half asleep writing the ending 😭

[faiyuwa]

𝙃𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚 𖥔*໒꒱ ࿔ 𝙅𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙒.

A heated argument unfolds within, you already kicked Jabber out of your apartment. Just then you realized that you're still wearing his hoodie.

tags: angst , toxic relationship (kinda?) , making up , mentions of weed , ooc Jabber

wc: 2.6k

The two of you should've seen this coming.

A couple that consists of an emotional and an insensitive person doesn't sound quite healthy. This week was packed with strong emotions from both of you, it didn't escalate into something serious, It never did. That doesn't seem like it now.

You were just tired, not of him, God— you can't even do it to save your own life. Every hurtful thing the two of you shouted at each other was from the pent up annoyance that built up and exploded in the heat of your argument. The two of you were only hanging out on your bed before both of you suddenly decided to change your playful banter into something serious. It happened so fast that irritation got the best of you. Your mouth started running miles at him, voicing out your aggravation that obviously wounded him, Jabber didn't take what you said to him lightly and started to reply on his own.

You know he didn't mean it but his words cut deeper than you expected. He was looking down at his feet, voice flat just as if his words didn't matter to you. All of your insecurities that he whole heartedly loved were slapped back to your face in all means to hurt you back. Tears suddenly dropped down your cheeks before you can even feel them build up, just like the words you never realised left your mouth.

he scoffed, finally looking at you in the eye. "So now you're hurt? So now you're gonna cry at my face after everything you've said—"

"Get the fuck out, Jabber"

Your breath hitched, as if all the oxygen evaporated from your throat after saying those words. The expression of Jabber's face made you wanna look away from his widened eyes.

He didn't say anything but hesitated to move. Jabber's cold fingers twitch, wanting to reach up to your face and wipe out his wrongs, you wanted him to open his mouth and say something—anything. But instead, he swallowed it all down and decided to obey you, fleeing from your home without a word.

And now, the tears on your pillow don't seem to dry out. It's been half an hour and a half since Jabber stomped out of your doorstep, an hour and a half of silent sobbing while fidgeting at the strings of your hoodie that belonged to him. His worn out purple hoodie that he wore many times than you can even count, it still had the broken zipper and faint smell of weed. The way it hung onto your shoulders made it feel a little bit closer to him. You almost choked on your sobs.

In the midst of crying, you've also been contemplating calling him, to apologise and tell him if he meant it, to question him if he really wanted to leave,

or that if he still wants you.

In the end you decided to just text him. Something that's short and simple.

"if you want your hoodie back I'm here waiting"

Best believe that jabber ran to your apartment as fast as he could the second the notification label showed your name.

Frantic knocks were heard at your door. Opening it, you were greeted with a tight embrace. Jabber's shaky hands held you whilst he struggle to mutter up apologies at the crook of your neck.

"S-sweetheart, haah— 'm sorry baby I-I swear on my life I didn't mean 'em haah— please, let me make it up to you" Jabber barely managed to get those words out of his mouth due to the lack of air in his lungs. The way he was acting right now made your heart clench, but his words earlier still left a dull pain inside of you.

He still held you impossibly tight to the point of hearing Jabber's own heartbeat on your chest, it pumped frantically, mirroring yours. Now, in a more quiet yet desperate tone, Jabber pleads once again. "You can keep the hoodie... I don't care, just please. Please forgive me. I'll do anything" He cupped your cheek with his ringed fingers, heart heavy as he traces dried up tear stains on your skin that reflected the moonlight.

Jabbet has never felt this defeated. His usual arrogant behaviour crumbled down at the sight of you like this.

Almost instinctively, you leaned into his touch, looking up at him through blurry lenses. with a shaky exhale, you replied to his demand. "I want us to be better for one another, I can't go on another day of hurting each other. I'm so tired of fighting" your voice cracked speaking, tears started to drop once again. Jabber leaned in and kissed the swell of your cheekbones where your tears and his lips meet.

"Mhm, yeah we'll do that. Anything for us" Jabber murmured onto your skin, still continuing to kiss your tears away. A hand intertwined yours, clasping it tightly, not an ounce of intention on letting go. He inserted your hands inside of the hoodie's pocket, sealing his promise.

first fic hi. I think I'm bad at this holy 😭 gonna rock jabbers hoodie any time doe