Summary: If it ain't one thing it's another! Finals are drawing near, the pageant is days away and now you have to deal with an attitude just to make your scholastic resume look good, who knew the boat you were sinking on had an extra seat? Your limits are being put to the test and you never know who's watching.
!!CW!! Fighting, College Au, HBCU!AU, black fem reader,
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
"Y/n you bout to piss me off..you didn't say anything?" Liyah stood in the middle of the kitchen, her jaw loose on the floor listening to you practically explain to her that you watched Jabber walk out of the dance hall with another girl.
"He said "cAn I bORrow yoUr frIend?" You mocked in a deep husky voice turning up your face running the scene back in your head. "I stepped back cuz I didn't know what it was about! I didn't know he was finna ask her about the party, she said one of them niggas picked her up!"
"Well apparently it's Jabari! He just told me you were in his car about to go out! You N/N!" She mocked. "Told me everything."
"Everything?" Your face morphed into a horrified look,
"Why didn't you tell me you slept with him?? This makes a lot of sense to why you were acting crazy! You want to be with him because if you didn't, him being with LaNae wouldn't bother you like this."
"It's not bothering me! I don't care! He could've asked at a different time…without me being present."
Your best friend sliced her eyes directly at you rolling her eyes as she turned up her lips waving her hand in your face to move you out of the way. You were still in full nighttime mode, wearing a full bonnet to cover your next hairstyle for the next two weeks, a white face mask slowly clearing away and a long moomoo draped to the floor.
"What's all this in here?" Liyah questioned walking through the living to see scattered papers lying around, 2 empty manly looking beers and 2 wine coolers sitting on the coffee table, the TV still had the movie that was playing on pause casing her to notice the lights dimmed.
Liyah rubbed her face pinching the bridge of her nose out trying to make sense of the day and what the hell was happening in front of her. Did Jabari just leave or did he already take her out? Question after question led Liyah's headache to expand. What was supposed to be a night to herself became a game of Clue and judging by your twisted expression, looking around like you lost something on the ground the reasonable answer she hoped for was about to be a dumb one.
"Onyan just left! We had to finish Professor Rock Lock's history presentation and he brought drinks…and he gave me a foot rub.." You trailed off, walking over to the couch to finish cleaning up.
"Did you fuck him too??" Liyah spat out, pacing around the living room before going to the kitchen to grab the trashcan to help.
"I'm not hot in the ass! Jabber knocked my period on so I haven't been doing a damn thing! He rubbed my feet, we finished the project, drunk a little bit and he went home! The boy is a christian not to mention an Alpha!"
"Oh god! Like that makes it any better, ain't no way that man rubbed your feet just for him to be your homeboy!" Liyah sighed, fixing up the pillows on the couch while you collected your papers and your laptop.
"That's what he is! A friend! I've only known him about a year we see each other on the field alot and we have similar classes. He told me he's not dating nobody right now and doesn't plan on it and neither am I." You huffed
"So Jabber kissing up on LaNae doesn't bother-
"Why are we talking about him?" You snapped, tossing your papers onto the counter, finishing off the living room to transition back onto the kitchen to clear off anything else you missed.
"Because he thinks LaNae is you! Quit that nonchalant bullshit and stop slamming shit around! You're pissed!"
You scoff, tossing another dish harshly into the sink bracing yourself on the counter while your thoughts ganged up on you. Images of Jabber hugging up on LaNae, her corny ass voice laughing and smiling at everything he said, your mind flashed back to practice noticing her giving him little looks and him scanning the room for her eyes then suddenly those enticing pink orbs locked on your yours, clicking you back to focus on the conversation in front of you. Your shaking leg was more than enough proof to prove Liyah's statement and Yasmin's analysis when you blew her off before practice. You didn't mean it
It's stupid, you knew it was stupid. A silly crush and a one night stand that didn't mean anything to you or to him!
"What can I really do about it now? He'll see that it's not me then i'll turn him down because I'm not showing him off to my mama! Look..I've had my fun but this thing can't go any further.." You swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. "The Pageant should be the only thing on my mind, I graduate next year I got things to do..and worrying about him ain't helping a damn thing.."
"It's not! Both of ya'll are aggravating the shit out of me. I support whatever decision you decide to do but you can't keep quiet about it forever, it's not gonna go how you want it too. Liyah spoke up, grabbing something to drink letting the fridge close on its own before trailing up the stairs, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Onyan didn't seem to have any underlying tones of wanting to be with you, was the tension in the atmosphere indescribable at times? Yes, the foot rub itself was inherently sensual giving the lighting in the room, the alcohol settling in your system, how careful his fingertips were and how intentional he pressed into the soles of your feet while you talked about your day. It felt like a husband and wife winding down after a long day, the movie was on merely for background noise.
"But it was a friendly get together!"
"You don't want Onyan"
"You don't want Jabber."
Jabari..
"Oh Jabber.." You heard not your voice but LaNae's
Instead of 11:59 deadlines, you were placed on an imaginary one
And the time was ticking.
~
The phone line went dead and the locced man lifted up his eyes to check on his girl for the evening who still hadn't stepped out of the house. He pulled up a good 10 minutes ago and had enough time to call not one but two people, Liyah and Devin just to tell the good news about finding his culprit. That same sweet smelling perfume that once graced his nostrils contorted into something darker though Jabber didn't mind experiencing the full scent yet a silent wish to smell those sweet undertones remained in his thoughts.
A scent that only grew stronger when he was around Devin..
"Ugh.." Jabber shivered.
and you…it didn't make any sense to him. In the interview you specifically explained how this was yor first time associating with men apart of the fraternity, so why would you be at a que party? LaNae fit every mental description he had seeing her walk into the dance hall, he noticed you in the middle of the floor completing the moves and LaNae adjusting her leggings for the fifth time in a row. Everywhere you and her went the smell surrounded him like a guilty pleasure, it wasn't until he walked up to grab her that set it in stone.
He took her just outside of the classroom door asking her if she did go to the que party to confirm his suspicions, he overheard one of the girls mention their mama's not wanting them around Ques and it triggered another section of that night to replay in his mind.
"My mama's a delta she's pushing for it."
"I don't mess with 1911.."
His conclusions were adding up perfectly, her mother was an active Delta, she doesn't remember the party all too well and she had the exact same hairstyle. She checked all of his imaginary boxes but the suspicions sitting on his chest grew quietly in the back of his mind, it was too easy. She didn't mention anything about what happened in the dean's office and she was way too eager to continue where he had left off that night and now with her still not ready for this impromptu date he set up, it made him wonder if she was even interested in him at all.
Because a quick fuck he can do, wasting his time wasn't.
"…finally.." He mumbled watching the front door of her house open up to her wearing some pajama pants and a tank top. The outfit wouldn't be a problem if they were going to his place to chill but he took the time out to book a booth at a decent restaurant, the clothes he had on weren't fancy but he wanted to seem put together. All he had on was a nice black shirt with a grey flannel button up with some baggy off black pants with his hair untwisted out of his two strand twists, the haircut he had gotten for the first week of school still held up strong and those classic giant stud earrings he wore sparkled as the light of car turned on from Lanae opening the door to get in.
"That was rude.."
"Huh?" Jabber chirped, reaching over to close her door.
"You ain't get out to hug me, open my door.." She scoffed
"I was standing out here but I had a call to make while I was waiting on you.."
"Oh that's my bad I was trying to find something to put on.."
"I mean you dressed like you bout to go to sleep, I got us a table at Delmon's."
"You said we was going out, it's early! Like 8 o'clock the clubs aint even open yet."
Jabber laughed looking away out the driver side window before returning back to give her another look with his eyes saying "Is this girl serious?"
"I don't know what you used to but I wanted to get you something to eat if that's alright with you."
"You don't wanna eat what's in the backseat?"
"What's back- you being slick at the mouth." Jabber smirked, starting the car up.
"You acting stingy with it like you don't know what this is…tryina to see what 1911 taste like.." She mumbled off turning to look out her window as he pulled out of her driveway to head towards Delmons. The vibe of the car fell stale, LaNae had her head deep in her phone texting away while Jabber was focused on the road ahead of him, desperately trying to continue the conversation.
"So what do you remember from that night? I don't wanna ask you the same things if we already went through this.."
"Same shit you do, I was drunk watching yall stroll-"
"Hop.." Jabber corrected, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
"Hop through, I got scooped up and next thing I know my legs are spread open and I'm being licked like an applesauce cup.." LaNae repeated with a dry giggle, holding up her finger to Jabber as a call came up on her screen to which she answered quickly
"What?…No i'm not…are you serious? Right now? Uhhh I can.. I'm on the way… Can we stop by the store?" Lanae asked, hanging up her phone with a click immediately fucking around his cup holder and middle seat compartment. "Where's yo stuff? You don't smoke?"
"Not in my car, it's at the house."
"That's fine take me to the store and don't take this wrong but we might have to cancel this little date."
Jabber mentally canceled the date the second she started searching his car like she was the police yet the boy still had hope hanging on to the words he heard earlier, a voice so similar to the one he pulled to the side. Hearing how she wanted to cancel crushed his spirit, one side of him was devastated to see her go so soon and the other wanted the quickest route to wherever she wanted to go. That was the winning decision.
His nostrils flared while his tongue became restless in his mouth, licking the inside of his cheek as the music played.
"What's the address?" He asked dryly while she typed it into her phone letting the directions itself out loud. A quick store trip later Jabber did but him some backwoods to smoke with a sprite and let LaNae pay for her own items which trigger an unnecessary attitude and a harder push on the gas to pull out of the parking lot to get her to her destination. the bottom of his left eye twitched while he breathed, the scattered colors of lights flying by mixed in with the tress swiping by his vision.
Jabber was easily irritated and the boy tried his best to not let his anger get him into too much trouble, counting to 10 was bullshit, walking away was impossible and the deeper he breathed the more agitated he became.
"You gon miss the turn.." LaNae spoke up as Jabber's foot switched over to the break to turn into a paved driveway in front of a nicely sized house. His headlights shone in front of a all black vehicle and a license plate that was decorated in black and gold.
"I appreciate it Jabber, i'll text you in the morning." LaNae said, grabbing her items to get out of the car in a hurry, her crocs stepping in the grass to head towards the front door to knock hard three times. Jabber clicked his gears into reverse, curling up his lip reading the Aloha Phi Aloha license plate making the mistake to look at the front door of the house, revealing a tall built man opening the door, shirtless with a towel wrapped around his neck quickly closing the door right after.
Wheels spun on the pavement, speeding out of the driveway, his speedometer immediately leaning to the right going to grab his cell, clicking his contacts as his thumb hovered over "Do Not Contact" looking back at the road, Jabber knew had a long day ahead of him.
~
*Ding*
4:12 am
-Practice at 5:00am find your sisters.
Your eyes were still sealed with crust wincing from the bright screen illuminating the words. Did he mean to text you this early? How the hell were you suppose to leave your house and grab Harmony, LaNae and Taylen on the other side of campus and manage to be at Gountess hall in less than 45 minutes? Instinct told you text back to ask questions while your sleepy body moved on it's own throwing on the designated shirt he gave you all and whatever shorts you had in your vicinity to get a head start.
You ripped your bonnet off, swallowed a full cap of Listerine while running around the house like a fool, Liyah was passed out on the couch her hand still writing gibberish on her paper while her head nodded off, jerking every time you made a noise a bit too loud.
You grumbled into the night, carefully closing the door behind you to immerse yourself into the crisp early morning atmosphere, the air smelling thick of dew resting on the grass and damp leaves while you raced across the street to the first destination which was Harmony's dorm, the farthest on campus. Your feet tugged the earth underneath you turning your speed walk into a full on run while you frantically called LaNae and Taylen to at least have them up and ready but nobody was responding back. It made sense since it was damn near 4: 30 in the morning! You did end up getting a response not from Jabber but from LaNae saying she needed a ride to campus which meant somebody had to pick her ass up.
And it wasn't about to be you.
"If she stayed with Jabber why isn't she riding with him?" You thought, running inside of one of the dorm halls thanking the stars that someone held the door open with a rock. "No special treatment huh?" You snickered to yourself, turning your light rhn into a speed walk mentally saying names on random dorm doors until you got to Harmony's.
knock knock
"Harmony.."
*knock knock kno-*
"Whatwhat? Issssafire??"
"Girl get moving we got 30 minutes! Practice nigga!"
"Now?"
"Now now! We've got to get LaNae and Tay!" You whispered, forcing yourself inside to help the girl get her things together, still spam calling Taylen who kept sending your nuber to voicemail.
Harmony's phone goes out with a blinding flash notification, mumbling under her breath as she groggily waddled over to grab it, looking at the message then back at you with a groan.
"What?"
"Deuce grab breakfast for us all, be there at 5:11."
You gave a her that said "She what the fuck I told you?" throwing your arms out to the side before rolling your hands to signal her to speed the hell up. It was a silent conformation that since she was getting the food, you had to grab your last sister all within 25 minutes which was the easier route then what Harmony had to do, but forced cardio at the ass crack of dawn was a close second. She gave you the hall name to Taylen's dorm, the only building you had to put a code in to step inside however, Harmony never gave you a code.
Standing in front of the heavy metal door, your fingertips punched in random numbers to try and jailbreak the keypad, each time the machine shone the color red and harshly beeped a loud sound of an error it felt like playing Kahoot in the fifth grade all over again.
"Come on bro.." You sighed, preventing yourself from making another futile attempt by leaning your back against the brick wall, tapping your leg to try and kick start another plan to get inside the building. A custodian toting around garden supplies walked up the ramp part of the stairway, shaking his head as he entered the code onto the keypad, opening up the door while you gave him an awkward nod.
"Freshman.." He grumbled, watching you sprint down the hallway towards the dorm rooms.
The two of you made it with a minute to spare on the clock climbing up the stairs to reach the dance room. Jabber was already there sitting in a chair and tbale set by the mirrors, face clear of all expressions.
"Both of you, 2 laps around the room every minute your sisters dont walk through that door is another lap."
"Girl what?" Taylen wheezed, tossing her stuff down on the floor to try and catch her breath.
"That's a lap."
"Jabber they're at the breakfast spot! We just sent our orders in, how are you-"
"And I'm hearing a lot of complaining Ace. You wanna walk out be my guest and fuck it up for the rest of them. But like I said… thats a lap. Move." He stood up, allowing his voice to reverberate against the walls. It was too early to be going back and forth, your mind didn't have strength or the energy to come up with something slick to say back.A sour look was melted into his eyes as he watched You huff, joining in Taylen to run around the suddenly large room.
Practice became a completely different vibe after that day, it went from three days a week to every single day ranging from 2 hours to sometimes 3 going over information, running over lines, doing meticulous tasks and errands in under 30 minutes. All four of you felt humiliated doing all of this for what? a 25 minute presentation? You and Harmony were on your last legs as the Pageant was slowly approaching and Homecoming around the corner. Your schedule was jam packed with dress fittings, Pageant rehearsals, HLAQ practice, midterms, you were a chicken running around with it's head cut off!
It seemed like the only chance you got to see some peace was when Onyan came over to helo you wind down, bringing food over and sometimes something good to drink, you and him have gotten so close to where he was spending the night at the house. It became a new norm in your world and Liyah's who decided to step out of your business and let you handle your own problems.
The biggest one being Jabari.
Day after day, times reaching closer and closer to midnight, the more Jabari yelled the more you were turned off by his arrogance, instead of leading with purpose the man was spewing instructions and details out like a bitter poison, targeting LaNae the most. It felt like you and the other girls were getting the outskirts of the storm. Whatever paradise they were building was beginning to crumble into sand and a secret part of you was enjoying on the sidelines.
Today was nothing new, 5 am sharp you were up yawning with the rest of your sisters going through the entire routine since it was the last day you all could practice before the event. The music came to an abrupt stop causing the show stopping smiles top drop from your faces, deadpanning to the man wearing a black sleeveless tank top with some grey shorts. His long locs wrapped up in a low ponytail with his smallest loc sitting on his forehead as he walked up towards the four of yall glancing down the line turning up his face.
"Why are you mumbling the words? And why is my quad not where she supposed to be? Ace what's going on with this line? Ya'll look a mess!"
"Jabber you gotta relax, she knows what she doing..we just tired.." Harmony spoke up.
"A bunch of excuses, we'll sit here all day and run it till I think it's perfect."
"Ya'll can have that shit I'm going to class.." LaNae scoffed, walking off from the group.
"And cost yo line 20 laps around this room?"
"Jabari we've ran through the skit 8 times, the alphabet, the founders, the purpose, mission statement and we damn near know your blood type!"
"And you think that's good enough? How are you supposed to lead anything if you can't even get three girls together? Run it…again." His voice louder with each syllable. You scrunched your brow looking up to him, whether you wanted this publicity or not your classes came before any student led organization. You kissed your teeth, looking at the locced man like he had lost his mind.
"Jabber I have class in a hour-"
"Run it again!" He interrupted, playing the music from the top, stepping back to solidfy him ignoring you.
"One last practice and this is all over.." Your mind ran, and like clock work you went through the entire performance over and over with Jabari watching intensely for the the slightest slip up, a single word being messed up, a hop out of place.
"Again."
"Too quiet..again."
You stomped harder, Harmony groaned out of annoyance, Taylen gave him every name in the book and LaNae…she thought this was the funniest thing in her life. She was the main reason why he repeated those same stupid words over and over, laughing every time he yelled at someone, snickering at Taylen merging the words together to make it seem like she knew them. During the final cycle of repeating the chant you all had to come up with, Jabber made every single one of you repeat the words each time harder than the last.
Jabber stepped right up to you, listening to how you were shouting the words curling his lip up out of anger.
"From yo chest I can't hear yo weak ass!" He barked as you repeated the cadence of words in a much harsher fashion, the ball in your throat forming to block any air escaping from your lips, the pink eye man locked his gaze who onto yours. You're breathing hard and he's standing still like the eye in the middle of the storm. A tear could've fell from your eye yet you held it together, breathing through your nostrils ass the other girls looked towards the both of you.
"We done here.."
The girls wasted not a single second to disband, grabbing their things from off of the floor to reset themselves after what just happened. You slowly stood down, walking away from his towering stature to sit on a nearby bench to catch your breath, your chest heaving up and down to match your racing attitude bubbling inside. What the fuck was his problem?
"Is there a reason you got a fucked up attitude or is this how all ques are supposed to act?"
The room fell silent, well as silent as it could with the air conditioning blaring through the dance hall. Jabber stood by the wall of mirrors, facing you with his eyes glaring at you with disgust like you swore something on his mother.
"This is nothing compared to what I went through on line, you coming at me asking how ques are supposed to act when you can't even follow simple instructions?"
"Instructions you come up with out of thin air! I'm tired of it Jabari. I understand breaking me down but this mean ass general shit you keep hitting us with ain't the reason I signed up for this!"
"You here for what? Your little pageant? Your friend put you up to this? Some dick even?"
"Is that what this is about? I don't WANT you! It ain't my fault you sleep with anything that walks around this bitch, LaNae ain't doing enough so what? That's doesn't give you a reason to act like you ain't got no-
"Ain't shit going on with me and LaNae!" He shouted, banging the mirror with his fist before he lunged at you. His muscles were prominent, flexing as he played with his fingers to try and keep them balled up. Your eyes were crunched together, you felt a metal clamp feeling squeeze down around your throat while you stood there. So it must be true then.
"Whatever the fuck it is leave me out of it..' You spoke, picking up your bag to make your way to the exit.
"Y-Y/n.." He called out.
No words followed behind, you turned your body to face him expecting a slick ass remark or him to cut you from the team yet instead you received a somber look in his eyes, his irises fell to the floor, searching the ground for a reasonable answer and not an excuse to look like a hypocrite although the sigh in his chest promised a different speech
"You right.."
"Huh?"
"You right, this ain't the reason we here..I'm sorry for wasting your time." Jabber words paved themselves, almost like each syllable stabbed him the chest. He rubbed his head to push his redundant loc out of the way alllwoing a skin burning silence to cascade inside of the hall. You watched Jabari pace around the room to get his thoughts together. There was no need to interrupt a man and his mental monologue playing in his mind, if him confessing about his relationship problems was the key to successful event, you were all ears.
"This is supposed to be a fun thing to do and…I let my personal shit get in the way. I'm better than that…this is my first year being president and my last year at Canvas Town..and hypothetically I met up with this girl from this party and it just ain't what I thought it was. It's corny call it how you see it but ever since that night I've been tripping..my grades slippin..I'm drowning out the ass in assignments and worrying about these dumb ass niggas is on the top of my shit list…" Jabber went on.
"Overall none of that has nothing to do with you..and I'm.." He trails off, looking at any and everything else in the room to avoid your eyes, yet you continue the fight and searched for his pink pupils, a shaky breath leaving you once you latched onto his gaze. His painfully tired gaze.
"I'm sorry."
His words simmered in the atmosphere while the two of you stared each other down only this time, you hoped he could read your mind and you could take a peek into his. You knew exactly what that feeling was like, having to adjust to a new world, stepping out of your comfort zone it was a similar feeling all of the students at Canvas Town had the unfortunate demise of meeting. You crossed your arms swallowing your pride hard by walking towards the bench while Jabber did the same, he let out a deep exhale leaning forward with his elbows on his legs, his head towards the ground.
That same sweet smelling perfume swelled in his direction expanding his knowledge to more notes, was it vanilla? Jasmine? Amber? Nothing would stick yet he was surrounded by it messing up his mind while he tried to find the words to fill in that horrid silence he hated so much.
"I don't know what all you have going on.." You started, looking to him.
"But i can roughly say..I understand. I know about wanting to do it all and not having the capacity to do it and I know about new environments. This right here would get me killed in my household but i pushed out of my fear..i set my pride aside to try something out..all because of you. And a little help from my campaign manager. Moral of the story Jabber..if you need a friend or somebody to talk to i would think your brothers would be around to help.."
Jabber chuckled dryly.
"I trust my brothers with my life but never with a secret like that .."
"Well yelling at us like we're bad ass kids ain't how you go about it, talk to someone, pray or whatever you have to do. I was enjoying myself Jabari and i don't wanna walk out on something Im really interested in."
"I think you'll do just fine…talking to you doesn't feel like a unnecessary meeting. I still apologize for my character and behalf of the chapter. It's not what we're about, I made you my ace for a reason…you could really make it on a line if you were interested in what you had to do."
"Maybe one day…lets focus one thing at a time. " You softly chuckled, getting up.
"What sorority you thinking?" He chirped, happy the conversation pivoted over to you.
"What happened to being discreet?"
Jabber's eyes squinted at the corners, letting his cheeks pull into a soft smile getting up to join you walking out of the hall. The conversation didn't have to end so soon, he didn't want it to end at all. The locced man walked backwards while you walked forward, purposely slowing down your gait letting your slides drag on the ground as Jabber opened a door on a personal story, the topic of the hour being LaNae.
He told it all about the failed date, the multiple failed attempts of rescheduling and the nightmare of a night he had when she spent the night at his place. Would it be right to say you were secretly hoping this would happen? The guilt subsided and turned into justified happiness. You had much love for your first roommate but there was a reason why you requested to have a single room. Bright girl, but didn't live so bright and judging but Jabber's redaction to her, it was more than her lifestyle that needed fixing.
"Another niggas house? Jabari…" You playfully gasped, walking down the steps. The sun poked its head up above the buildings spreading its rays across the green grass of the campus. Little peaks of the orange color flashed on Jabari's skin, piercing you in the eyes coating your face while you walked.
"I ain't say nothing about it cuz at the time i still wanted to hit but even then, my dick wouldn't work the way i needed him too.." He laughed, turning his body forward to help you down the steps. An unnecessary move but one you made a metal note of.
"Don't nobody wanna hear about yo shit.." You rolled your eyes wafting him away.
"Wouldn't you like to know about it.." He smirked, pushing you to the side chasing you to lose your step and a much more heavy laugh from the pink eye bastard.
He walked you all the way to the front gate of the school returning such a familiar feeling that night had but with a face he didn't recognize, you weren't ugly to Jabber in fact you were far from it. Body in perfect condition, legs thick enough to choke him out, your lips always glossed up so plump and smooth, you caught him staring at your lips while you were going on about the drama on the field and purposely outlining your body while he walked around you.
You weren't blind to the tricks, you were even playing a few of your own, flickering your eyes up and down noticing his fresh haircut he got for the event. You made a light joke about his hairline to which he responded
"Take that wig off.."
"It's a sew in weirdo.."
"Unsew that shit.."
"Retwist yo shit.."
"You always got something to say back.." He cracked, tossing his head back while he laughed, letting his fingers rest in the bars of the gate.
"I got class Jabari, let me go change."
"Alright grab the girls after y'all get finished. You got a busy ass day today I don't know how you handle all them people in your face."
"Same way you do…let me not lie."
"You think you funny?"
You joined him in a heavy giggle slowly dying down to a thick silence, the birds singing across the sky while they flew by.
"O..okay i'll see you Jabber.."
"…see you.."
~
The last class of the day is usually the longest being that it was in the middle of the day but to your surprise the professor zoomed by the lecture and gave the class an extra day to study for the test since he forgot he had to give one, the best kinds of professors. With extra time on your hands before Tryouts you headed to the library to wind down and catch up on your show so you could give Liyah some time to herself at the house.
The uphill walk to the library was the main reason why most people avoided going, yet the athletes and the gym heavy nerds thought it was the perfect getaway to study and let off a little steam from day to day life on campus. You pushed forward climbing up all 50 stairs to make your way inside of the glass building to sneak to your favorite spot tucked in the back of the library also known as the Theatre corner decorated like a kingdom for the kids when they read to them every week.
You pulled out your laptop, headphones and study papers slipping into the comfortable chair ready to knock out at least 2 hours of work, putting your phone on DND so no distractions could penetrate your mind of focus. The method always worked like a charm and the playlist you curated went perfect with the tone you were setting for the day.
Conflicted and Confused.
Jabari's conversation this morning replayed on loop, the softness in his voiced echoed in your mind like the perfect amount of reverb. His eyes were so tired,he meant every word he said, you knew you couldn't lift that weight settling on Jabber's heart but piece of you smiled knowing that he could trust in you to speak up like that. It warmed your heart seeing his smile light up his face and his attitude easing down which meant an easier practice for the next time. The memory placed a smile on your face while you studied, immediately stopping yourself realizing what you were doing in public.
Normally you would keep your head on a swivel only because you talked to so many people a day there would be chances of folk coming up to you and you don't who the hell they are, yet you smile and nod to keep the peace.
How could you've notice a girl wearing all black combination of a hoodie and shorts pacing around the library like she was hunting someone. The rings on her fingers danced in the sunlight shimmering through the large windows and her feet were far from silent stomping hard on the ground as she walked. She had a friend with her wearing the same items of clothign following close behind her, inching closer to your area.
You lowered your head back down letting the music go back to what it was doing until a tap on your shoulder brought your attention to the two girls standing before you. One with her arms crossed and the other holding a phone with her fist balled up only so far due her nails getting in the way.
"Excuse me is this you?"
You removed the earpiece from your ear, leaning up closer to see the picture on her phone, the brightness at the lowest setting on purpose. It looked like those same pictures from that party and on the other side was a picture of you walking with Jabber from Gountess Hall together, laughing and him pushing you playfully from earlier this morning.
"No I don't think so-Diamond?" You head tiled to the side.
"Keep yo fucking voice down.." The girl in the back whisper yelled.
"Listen to me. Stay the fuck..away from Jabari."
"Diamond you got the wrong-"
"You heard what I said, he don't want you! He ate you out whatever cool you ain't the prize baby remember that. You ain't nothing special." Her lip snarled at you, leaning closer to your frame. "You say a word about this to the Pageant committee all I have to do is show them this.." She swiped her phone to show another angle from that night, your face in clear perfect frame, arms wrapped around Jabber's neck like you were about to kiss him. Your eyes twitched subtly leaning back to look up at both of the girls, cutting your eyes to the librarian stepping out of her post to go into the back.
"She real quiet now.."
"Real fucking quiet.."
"Did he tell you we fucked?"
Time wasn't fast enough to stop a heavy right hook to slide across your face knocking over your papers, your laptop budged on the table and your own arm from striking right back, the abrupt sounds of the table scrapping against the carpet.
"Oh shit!" An onlooker gasped.
"Who the- fuck you talking to?" Diamond grunted, trying to tangle her fingers into your hair hitting your back while her friend tagged in, thwarting punches to the back of your head.
Beads and bracelets shook together speeding up in the distance followed by the sounds of feet hitting the table and a swift relief of pressure on your head from your friend pulling the other girl off and slinging her to the side allowing you to get a good grip on Diamond's hoodie tagging her repeatedly in the face.
"Code 5 we got a fight in at Remlin Library.." The walkies went off, you were moving and swinging with full adrenaline coursing through your system saying every curse word you could think of. Her nails popped off scratching you on the face, her arm sneaking a few hits before you straddled on top on her, your body feeling light as a feather being drug away from the scene.
"Let me the fuck go!" You barked, kicking her over and over while the over securtiy guard pulled Diamond away. Your eyes blinked once then twice to regain your sense of control, looking over to see Yasmin kicking and screaming at the other girl.
"Don't let me catch you near him again! I warned you bitch!"
The library doors blown open the sounds of keys bouncing on her hip as Semiu walked towards all four of you, her expression not pleased to see anyone. She signaled the brooding security guard to let the girls go with a single hand wave.
"Not another word! Bring ya'll silly asses to Corvus! Now! Especially you Y/n.."
-
You sat still in the mahogany wooden chair, tapping your leg at 100 miles an hour while the three girls sitting beside you yelled at each other back and forth over who did what to who and how a get back was needed. Like that was the main priority. Diamond had a knot on the side of her skull, Kayla jammed her finger and Yasmin left the scuffle unscathed and you? A slice sat underneath your right cheek from Diamond's nails running across your face in failed attempts to hit you.
"Two baby ass hits! Who the fuck you feeling like?"
"BLAH BLAH LOOK AT YOUR FACE!"
"All you do is pull hair!"
Nobody ever sees the Dean of Campus University and that's the good thing about it you don't WANT to see Corvus unless he's congratulating you, awarding you or you're an exchange student coming from the Sphere Technical Institute.
Arkha walked inside of his office and the voices barking over each other ceased as his heel turned to sit at his desk. His gloves were a bright white like he just placed them on his fingers, the suit he worse was tailored to his liking and his locs were tied neatly into a sleek ponytail exposing the undercut and the gator all the students swore he didn't have. Even hi shoes were leather from a company you didn't dare to try and butcher the name. He smelled like money, his name felt like money.
"Thank you Semiu.."
"Have fun.." She scoffed, slamming the door shut.
"Ms Y/n this is a lovely surprise, Yasmin, Ms Kayla and Diamond…"
"This is all her fault! Look at what she did to my face!"
"That's BULLSHIT! They're lying to-"
Arkha placed his hand out in the table instantly silencing the entire room.
"Let's try this one at a time, Yasmin you have the floor what is Ms Diamond here lying about?"
"Everything! I was heading towards the library to find my friend! To meet up for a study date because that's what students do in a library. THEY STUDY! I walk in, next thing i know these tei DICKHEADS were
"Language."
" beating the fuck out of.."
"Language."
"Fighting my friend so of course i jumped in!"
"That's what you wanna believe? I was advocating for the pageant with Kayla like i was supposed to be doing! Caring about the school! It's what my father pumped so much money into this building for!
"Nobody give a fuck about yo daddy!" You grumbled.
"Ladies! I thought we could have a conversation like civil grown adults! But this is ridiculous." Arkha boomed his light demeanor cutting off to set the tone.
"Everyone step out excited you Miss Y/n." Arkha instructed as Semiu opened the door right on schedule to watch the girls in the hallway. The door closed with a hard slam once more leaving alone with Dean and with your rampant thoughts thinking of every source of revenge the human race had to offer. Run her over? Push her off a cliff? Something to eradicate her entire existence. Everything happened i the blink of a second, you were still gathering your self together. You felt like if you moved even an inch you would explode, it burned like searing hot tar tin your insides. It's bad enough you were in tears and that bitch tried to use it against you to weaken your image.
"Y/n?"
"I'm sorry sir.."
"Just explain to me what happened, from what i gathered you were the target. What were you doing?"
"MINDING MY GODDAMN BUSINESS!" You spat."
"Language Miss L/N.."
"I'm sorry but Mr Corvus I didn't do a damn thing! I saw her walking around the library with Kayla like she had just finished beating somebody's ass! Questioning me about a NIGGA A BOY ARKHA! Asking me if i knew him and I DO! SHE FOUGHT ME ABOUT A BOY and had to have her friend JUMP me about a boy! So yes i defended myself and if you wanna expel me for that i'll pack my shit today!" You exploded, sitting back i the chair, your breath heavy to hold as your chest thumped. You were far from agitated, you were livid! Your face was busted up right before the pageant and now having to deal with the consequences of expulsion. The tears wouldn't stop, a few droplets fell past that barrier falling on your face as you wiped the hard, looking up to the man who had his head down showing a faint smile.
"I knew a case like this would makes it way to me, just didn't think it would be you in this sorta mess Y/n. " Arkha hummed.
"I'll give it to you just how i'm gonna give it to the other girls out there. I won't have to threaten you with expulsion if you can hold your head up high and make it through the pageant without having another incident. I've seen your record, your countless hours of community service and how your name spreads around this campus. The potential is endless and it's not on you, it's in you. So, do me a favor. Don't let me see you in this office again under these conditions or i'll be forced to remove you from the majorette team and from the campus itself. Do i make myself clear?" His words standing firm as his wide eyes opened to connect with yours. Maybe it was true what the rumors said about the man, he held some sort of power in a room when he talked and a sense of respect washed over even though you practically cussed him out.
Corvus understood the situation.
"We're good..thank you Mr Corvus."
"Take a trip to Alice to see if she can fix that as well-"
The heavy door creaked open followed by a soft knock coming from his assistant.
"Arkha.."
"Yes Semiu? Are they fighting out there?" Corvus stood up.
"No we just got the footage from the library… It was Diamond."
-
Time was cutting it close to start while the boys of Jabber's chapter were scratched around the auditorium decorating the walls along with the girls of the other teams helping out and practicing their routines. LaNae was by Jabari pushing the side of his head from a heated conversation they had in the car that carried over.
"I'm getting sick of this empty ass treatment you've been giving me! What was that easy ass apology i got?"
"I'm not dealing with this shit right now LaNae." Jabber huffed, grabbing purple and gold streamers from off of the table to hand to one of the girls.
"Then when are you?"
"We not even together for you to be doing me like this. Go help out yo sisters and figure out which nigga taking you home after this." He spat, his voice quiet enough for her ears to hear alone.
"So if we not together.."
"Bye N/n.."
"Huh? Who the fuck is N/n? You don't even know which bitch you talking to!" Jabber's ears tuned out, a sharp beeeping sound in his ear fading in while she talked. He tried to play your words back to keep his composure but he had to be honest with himself, none of that shit worked out. He ended up walking away from the entire conversation , walking down the awkward hill of seats to make it up to the stage where the hop like a que sign hung crooked on the wall.
"Who the fuck is N/n? Your fucking name.." He thought turning up his face before he caught a glimpse of the work he thought he could trust his neos to do
"They can't be serious.." Jabber rolled his eyes, hopping on the stage to give it a fix. He looked to his left to see his bothers all huddle up like they were having a private meeting which intrigued and pissed the man off.
"What are ya'll looking at? That poster board should've been up.." Jabber asked, walking over to the huddled group.
"This crazy ass video August just sent me from the library…ouuu shit! Girl in blue going crazy! Look look!" Mj shoved the phone into Jabber's face, some folks with their phones out waiting to be next to receive it.
The camera had a clear shot of the girl in black lunging forward grabbing a girl wearing a blue lounge set and her friend joining in, hitting the girl repeatedly.
"Here go my favorite part this girl came outta nowhere, jumped on the table then- BOOM!" MJ commented, before the video ended with the security guards pulling them off of each other. Before Jabber could look away out of annoyance The clip paused on a face he wasn't expecting to see.
"That's diamond?!" Jabber and Devin exclaimed.
"Yeah I ain't got word of who the girl in the blue in but she was thumping!"
Jabber took the phone from MJ's hand rewinding the video to get a better look at who Diamond and her friend was pounding on. The camera man had a crisp view on the girl in blue straddling on top of Diamond, he slowed the video down and the camera gets a shot of your face and the cut right underneath your eye sending an a rollorcoaster straight Jabber's lower stomach.
"Fuck." He swore, pushing the phone back in Mj's hand, walking away from the group.
"Yo Jay! Jabari!" Devin shouted, following his best friend scurrying out of the auditorium. "Nigga where you going?"
"That was Diamond!"
"I thought you ain't fuck with her weird ass no more!"
"She was fighting Y/N.."
"Oh shitt! I knew she looked familiar! Now i know why Onyan took off like that earlier." Devin breaths as he sped walked with his friend towards the campus office.
"What? Jabber paused, looking at the parking lot to see a very familiar license plate attached to an all black vehicle and you hugging up on Onyan. His chest went cold, his stomach turned inside out, he couldn't blame the mugginess of the heat for his difficult breathing, it was a natural reaction but a reaction to what? Seeing someone with their lover? Seeing you with him? The locced man felt a tsunami like wave of déjà vu.
"He's been trying to get with Y/N since the season started… why were you rushing off..to help Diamond?"
"Nah..nah it's nothing. I had to rethink about what i was doing." Jabber sighed, turning back around to head back to the auditorium hearing car door slam while it zoomed by.
~
Cheers amplified inside of the auditorium as the building was jam packed filled with students family and friends desperate see who was had the strength to push through the trials of being a que well…a baby pup if you wanted to be honest.
Everyone's teams were lined up with their position already in mind expect for Jabber's they were one woman short! You were no where to be found!
"LaNae..Talyen..Harmony- where's y/n?"
"She told me she was here!"
"You don't remember what happened?" LaNae whispered.
"There she is.." Jabber spoke under his breath, eyeing the back door of the auditorium. You were all dressed and ready to go with a bandaid sitting on your lower cheek from Alice scolding you for twenty minutes. Even the little pick me up Onyan tried to do with picking up your favorite drink and rubbing your toes didn't work like it usually did due to your body still locked in fight or flight. Your nerves were shot complaining about how you could've hit harder, it felt like a fight in your sleep and your punches weren't effective enough until the aftermath, your hands were on fire.
"You look good, don't even worry about it. It goes with the vibe.." Jabber reassured, quickly turning his head around as the announcer took his place on stage, the spotlight went on and the curtain raised as cheers erupted showing the crowd with signs and phone flashes.
"I don't know if-"
"Uh un don't give me that. You gon go out there and have fun you hear me? I got you.
"You got me?"
"I got you. We up next, so take your spot Ace." His canines prominent as he licked his lips. Something was off about today and not because of you tumbling in the library no, it was something different about Jabari and you weren't the only one to notice. He had his hair up in a half up half down style wearing a purple and gold tank top with some black shorts wearing his very familiar gold boots you kept day dreaming about… Were you pissed off at him yelling at you? Of course yet your mind still trailed it's thoughts to the veins sticking out the side of his neck when he yelled, the way his brow furrowed when he was annoyed with what you had to say. You felt horrible zoning out on Onyan while he rubbed your feet, but what else could you think about?
"Don't let me catch you near him again!"
"..see you.."
"…gimme that shit..that's it pretty girl-"
"You think we could make it to the playoffs?"
Your mind came bcak to reality as the announcer screamed your group name through the mic meaning you had to get in your place. The crowed settled enough to where the music started and every racing thought ceased while you and your sisters ran the routine down perfect even adding a few things Jabber didn't instruct into the choreography like Taylen jumping into a split slinging her neck around like she owned the colors. The rest of the teams went on while you and the girls rushed back stage to collect yourselves and get a big congratulations from the rest of members of the chapter for doing a good job.
Now it was time to see who took home the huge trophy and which charity the money made at the event was going towards. All of the girls gathered up on stage while the announcer discussed the rules of the event. Which ever crowd got the most cheers would be declared the winner! Everyone stepped up as the man hovered his hand over each team pushing Devin's team and Jabber's to the front to settle the score once and for all.
When he called for Devin's team the crowd screamed, giving you a nervous jitter as the girls on his side cheered along as well, some of the people shouting names but when the announcer called our your team, stomps could be heard from Jabber and some of the girls stomping on stage to make more noise making the announcer silence the entire room by waving his hands around.
"Alright alright! I think we know the answer to this one. Give it up for Jabari's team-" He couldn't finish his sentence before the building crashed down with people screaming out cheers and laughter. Your girls surrounded you with a few other ques hopping around in the back before Jabber ran over to you wrapping his sculpted arms around your waist lifting you up slight while he hyped you up, patting your back just a little too hard when he propped you down on your feet.
"Now the proceeds will be going to the boys and girls home Jabber has been volunteering at and this 20,000 dollar check to go towards back to school programs for children who don't have school supplies, The Wonger Foundation ran by his mother!" The announcer's voice broke through the barrier as two men came up on stage with a check followed by a few photographers to capture the scene. They stopped right in front of you, Jabber and the rest of the group in the midst of the celebration. You held up the check along with him smiling wide with the bandaid on you face feeling like Nelly (in a good way). A few snaps later you were getting tired of holding the piece of cardboard up, so you looked away from the bright white flashes to glance at Jabber already staring at you.
"I didn't know you had your own charity.."
"It's not mines..yet..with this check I * am*one step closer, I appreciate the help.." Jabber soften, going in to give you another hug before a harsh tug to the back of your shirt pulled you away from his presence.
"We don't have time for a reunion I need to squeeze you into this dress!" Daija spat, yanking you backwards to rush into the backstage dressing room to cover that scar and get you ready for the Pageant while the ques did their job of celebrating and dismantling at the same time.
You emerged from the dressing room draped in your favorite color, your face in a natural beat done by Daija and your hair revamped from the que event after throwing your neck in every direction. The last thing you were missing were the shoes you had purposely bought for this event only, they went last seen in your dressing room until it had to be switched at the last minute meaning they could be anywhere backstage. You moved around various girls getting into positions and taking last minute photos with family members before being seated in the crowd.
You couldn't take a single picture due to you frantically tip toeing around.
"Aye Devin, you seen my shoes? Everybody started cleaning up to quick and-
"Hold that thought I gotchu you!" Devin shouted back scurried off into a mass of people. You kissed your teeth, peering down on a lower level to see if they were in a box or sitting on a chair.
"Y/N!" You heard your name being called across the stage, your lash covered eyes looked in the direction to see Jabari waving his hand over, he must've wanted a picture since he didn't bother to notice the shiny pair of heels glimmering behind him.His hand slowly lowered as you trotted your way over.
'Oh my..god.." Jabber's mind seemed to have stopped time himself. He had gotten used to seeing you in practice gear, hell that was the most he ever really saw you in. He knew you were a beautiful girl but it was something about the way that color radiated off your skin, the color purple always looked good on you but the way the backstage lights glimmered on the jewels encrusted on the material, the way it hugged your frame had Jabber digging his fingernails into his skin to stop the impromptu thoughts of thinking about what you could be hiding underneath everything.
Your hips switched beside him as he watched you pick up a pair of shiny heels immediately dropping the shoes to the floor to place them on your feet.
"Ohh no no wait I got it I got it." Jabber hurried, kneeling down on his knees to help you strap in one shoe, tapping your other leg to hold out your foot out so he could carefully slip it on, panning his vision upwards to watch the fabric split open into two. The slit of your dress exposed your freshly moisturized skin causing the pink eyed man to clear his throat as you laid the heel onto his leg, feeling his finger tips carefully seal the other strap to the shoe. The hardwood floor creaked once you placed your foot down to the ground, peering back up to Jabber who took his hand to carefully move a piece of hair out of thew way before it reached your lip gloss.
"There you go. You got it."
The whole world went silent.
Jabber's eyes bounced back and forth fighting with his mind to pick something to focus on, or something to say. Your body was all wrapped up in this soft material he couldn't keep his hands off of, your lips glossed up to the point he wanted to suck them off your face and you eyes being the death of him as you peered into his soul while everyone else's conversations in the background faded into white noise. That scar look nonexistent under the secret skills of Daija's work, though Jabber would've rather you shown it off even laughing at a horrible joke he made saying it would help for sympathy points.
Your heartbeat made your chest sound hollow, it could be heard in your skull in your chest, and softly forming between your thighs. He wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling out his phone to complete his wish of grabbing a few pictures with him before they called your name to line up, gaining a few touch up from Daija before the MC of the event started off.
Jabber went from the backstage door all the way to the front of the building to enter inside properly, easily skipping the line to find a good wall to lean on to watch the Pageant take place. For the most part some of it was boring to him watching each girl take her time walking across the stage, respecting how quiet the room got listening to each girl's name.
"Diamond Alize Monroe.." The lady announced. A few cheers sounded off in the room along with the usual clapping, he even threw his hands together for a lazy clap, crossing his arms for the next reveal of the names.
"Y/n "N/N" L/n."
Jabber's back lifted up. His eyes widened. "What she say?" His mind went off watching your name plaster up on the projection scren showcasing all of your achievements and what you were going to school for.
"N/n?" He repeated, looking over to Lanae standing beside Onyan holding hands then back towards you slowly waving to the crowd. His stomach churned while the rest of the names were being called, suddenly the room felt too crowded. His thoughts felt like he had a train horn attached to them the way they projected, Jabber pick himself off the wall to go into the lobby area of the auditorium where the concessions where held, throwing his hands up into his hair while he walked around letting his mind put bits and pieces together.
"This is n/n.."
"Go talk to her Jay, she's a little scared of yall.."
"I'm not affiliated.."
"J-Jabberr…please…"
Memory after memory surged through his skull like impact frames, every clip of that night still not developing into a clear picture, the man didn't believe in coincidences but can you and LaNae have the same nickname? He shook his head, catching a glimpse of a familiar red jacket walking down the hall with gifts in her hand.
"Liyah!"
Her head lifted up from the ecoded sound of her name as she made her way towards him, shoving a bag and some flowers into his hands
"Where were you?"
"On set! Plus I had to check back with the Pageant committee they talking about the votes still not in."
"They're supposed to be finalized tonight don't y'all have a protocol for stuff like that?"
'We're supposed to, what are you doing out here? The Talent portion bout to start." Liyah explained right before the announcer called out the Talent category just as he was about to open up his mouth to tell his dilemma.
"You know what spot Y/n is in?"
"Ninth I think?"
"Come with me.." Liyah spoke, her eyes tucked into her phone while her legs moved on her own.
"Will all of the contestants please come back to the stage?" The girls followed suit, stepping out into the burning hot spotlight while the announcer finished off their final notes before the winning card was delivered to the podium.
The Talent portion went by smoothly with you ended up doing a dance rountine like you had planned on, the music you chose was a song by Solange that related to what you had going on in your life. Your mother was in the crowd and you could tell by all of her paraphenalia and her being part of the few people recording your performance, after you went on you peeked to see all of the other talents that went on, someone played piano, another girl ended up doing a solo all things you had crossed out on your list.
It was only one pair of eyes you were yearning to notice in the crowd yet, he wasn't there. the blinding color of pink graced your mind while you performed, a plethora of things did. Would this be enough? Have I really gave it my all? By the time everyone had done their performance it was time to reveal who took the cake.
"And now, after the judges have seen what these beautiful girls have had to offer, the votes have been counted and the results are in."
Your breath felt stuck in your body as the woman fumbled to open up the card, part of you thought she was purposely trying to create tension in the atmosphere but with the bright lights and Diamond's horrible aura of energy standing right beside you turned your anxiety up to the max. She stood a few inches in front of you, like she had a premonition they were going to call her name in fact she kept looking off the side of the stage at someone giving her a hand signals, which you thought was one of her girls talking shit about something so you piad it no mind.
"Diamond Monroe…" The woman's words died down as a member of the committee leaned their hand over to whisper something, handing over another envelope. She calmed the cheers of the auditorium already set on celebrating the winning queen, going back to the mic.
"There seems to be a mixup.." She went on, the crowd atmosphere changing as people made their reactions vocal. She opened the new envelope with the winner's name and a new message right above it. "Due to a recount and multiple verified sources, Y/N L/N has over 3,516 natural votes while Diamond Monroe has over 3,506 PAID votes, the rightful winner of Miss Canvas Town University is Y/n "N/N' L/n!"
The reigning queen waltz over to you before you could realize what was happening, your eyes watered not from shock but from pure dopamine coursing through your veins. You went in today with the mentality of being a good sport, no matter who won the crown you had your friends and the fun you had today was enough to cover the sadness but none of that mattered once the crown touched your scalp and the sash was thrown over your body. You couldn't help but to squeal just once while they handed you the giant bouquet of flowers.
Diamond stood off in the back, clapping. Her smile nonexistent as her hands continued to move. You looked out into the crowd spotting a few of your friends who could make it, looking to Liyah near the front row holding up a poster with one hand and her phone in the other to record your walk.
As the girls exited the stage so you could take your winning photos, a thumping sound of boots hitting the floor could be heard as Jabber climbed up on stage, holding the bag of gifts Liyah gave to him earlier.
"Oh excuse me…My liege.." Jabber bowed before opening his arms up to give you a hug, but not a regular one. His arms engulfed you into his presence, swaying side to side while he congratulated you, swarming his nostrils with the scent he couldn't get out of his brain, it fed his delusions even more. His strong grip made it seem like he didn't want to let go and in your mind you didn't either yet he pulled back from the hug, adjusting the crown on your head as he handed you the bag, acting like he had the idea to get you something in the first place.
"Im throwing a little pool party after this, you down? Yo drink is on me.
"Is it a que party?" You chuckled
"Anywhere I go it's always a que party.." He snickered, licking his lips to stop himself from smiling too hard.
The tumultuous day was finally over. Once the curtains had fallen onto the stage it felt like a chapter closing on your life. No more 5 am workouts, no more rehearsals, in a melancholic way you started to miss it, even jabbers fucked up attitude. All of it was apart of the routine and now that you didn't have to deal with it anymore you felt a breath of relief and now you get to reap the benefits.
"Im so proud of you Y/n…really. You deserved this win." A voice you weren't expecting to hear. It was Diamonds.
"Thank you."
"I hope I see you at Jabber's party and um…Watch yo fucking back." She leaned in, her voice darkening before she pulled back to showcase that fake ass white smile as she kissed the air beside your cheeks twice. You couldn't cause a scene here. Not now. Her heels clicked on the hardwood while she walked off bringing your celebration mood down to the depths of hell. It was an empty threat but with her secret out what did she really have to lose?
"There you are! I need my pictures." Liyah exclaimed, popping out of the side door of the stage, grabbing you by the wrist so you could take pictures with your family members. Your mother finally emerged from the crowd running her mouth about how all she saw was purple when she got in causing everyone to laugh and make connections to why you were always avoiding them.
Now the only thing you had left to do was get ready for tonight!
~
Song
When Jabber said he was throing a little party, you were thinking a kickback, a few of his brothers maybe some of your friends, some music a few folks in the pool. No.
Your car buckled underneath the uneven dirt road, keeping your hand steady on the steering wheel trying to park into the large grassy parking lot where it was filled, decorated like it was his personal garage. You, Liyah, Yasmin and Daija walked up to the giant Tuscan like home following a crowd of girls who seemed like they knew their way around the place.
The bikini set you had on was supposed to match, it was a custom bra and thong set, with a black silk wrap to go around your waist you had made a while ago but you lost the thong earlier in the semester and hadn't found it since that night. You pushed the embarrassing thought out of your mind, hoping that whoever found them didn't tie the piece of cloth to you.
"Liyah you didn't tell me he had money like this!" Yasmin exclaimed, her flip flops crackling against the pavement, the music growing louder as the four of yall walked towards the backward where there were people scattered all around the grass and around the two giant pools with a couple of people jumping in.
The charcoal smoke blew past you from the grills going fast and the seasonings from the fryer from somebody frying fish in the back, your stomach practically growled at you.
"And his mama is cool with all these people in her house?" You questioned, pushing the giant wooden gate to step inside, waving to a few folks you recognized. There Alphas, Zetas, Poodles every D9 member you could think of and your body couldn't help but to shiver from the deja vu.
"His mama sent the invite, older folks are in the house.." Liyah chuckled, seeing the panicked look on your face.
Almost everybody from the auditorium made a grand re-appearance at Jabber's little get together, even Onyan showed his face nodding you over to his group with his head. You dispersed from your girls as they made their way inside to grab a drink, granted you wanted to start the night off sober to see where it would take you.
"Hey wassup? I ain't see you at the Pageant, thought you was gon be front row like you said." You joked, waving to his football friends.
Liyah, Yasmin and Daija had one goal on their mind and that was to see what kinda drink Jabber had to offer running right into the man in purple swim shorts, black glasses on his face without a shirt on looking he just got out of the pool. He had a watter gun in one had a cup in the other while Devin came in running after spraying the girls in the process.
"Watch where you aiming that thing!" Liyah groaned
"Un unn where's your lil friend at? She ain't safe where Y/N?"
"Yeah where's Miss N/n.." Jabber looked to Liyah who's eyes lifted only for a second, her smile becoming more obnoxious by the second.
"Oh N/n? She's here she outside talking to On-yan.." Liyah said in a way, tilting her head while she walked past the locced man heading towards his in home bar waving to his mama mixing margaritas in the kitchen.
"Ohhh yeah he been talking about getting in thattt tonight.." Devin's voice slurred, getting sprayed in the face by Jabber and once again by MJ sniping him outside.
"I want one! I keep getting shot!" Yasmin scoffed, swatting at Daija uyusing her as a shield
"You gotta find em lil mama but until then- BAP" Mj laughed, spraying a long shot right into Yasmin's face, while Daija followed Liyah to get a drink.
Jabber walked outside sliding the screen door to get a good look at where you were or better yet where Onyankapon was but he found you a lot quicker due to him spotting the top you were wearing looking similar to a thong he just looked at not too long ago.
He saw your body swaying while you talked to the big man holding a beer, and his hand inching closer to your waist like he wanted to rest it there. Jabber couldn't have that. Not when he was this close to finding out the truth, why was he all up on you anyways? Friends don't do that. Standing so close to your figure, your perfect frame holding up those bikini strings tied up on your hips. His upper lip twitched before Devin came back up to Jabber still ogling at the stupid sight.
"Yo…I think Diamond and them just pulled up. Like a car deep."
"For what?! Who brought her here?"
"I heard some folks talking bout a get back, they saying it's about 3-4 girls in that car looking for Y/n.."
Jabber's head turns towards Devin in a look of shock before looking back to Onyan walking you towards the kitchen assuming he was about to get you something to drink.
"You gotta get her up out of here.." Devins words were muted as the screen door opened, your wedged flip flops hitting the kitchen floor to step inside, looking up to Jabber's goofy smile and those dumb ass shades he was wearing in the house.
"Hey wassup Jay.." Onyan nodded.
"Wassup man, hey Miss CTU you want me to grab you a drink?"
"Nah I got it for her, what you want?"
"I'll get some..
"Tequila? Little bit of sprite and pineapple juice right I gotchu." Jabber blurted out with a laugh, going behind the bar to put out your favorite brand of tequila.
"How you remember that? I told you back at practice a while ago.." You chuckled, walking over to the bar. Onyan wasn't amused with Jabber's joke, he assumed you were a brown kinda girl since that all you drunk when you were around him yet he brushed it off, walking up behind you to watch Jabber make your drink.
"We gotta grab this and meet up with LaNae, she's waiting for me by my car.." Onyan spoke, finishing the rest of his beer, sitting the empty glass on the bar as Jabber finished up your drink in a cute glass, topping it off with a little umbrella to be corny. You ignored Onyan's 3rd attempt to try and get you back to his car, taking a sip of the drink before sitting on the comfy bar stool to let your feet rest. From nonstop hopping to walking around in 5 inch heels your feet felt like you were walking on molten hot lava with every step you took. Before you went anywhere you had to rest your feet, and asking for a foot massage mid party wasn't the answer.
"I can rub your feet in the car if you are tired.."
"I'll get up in a minute Onyan.." You huffed, sipping on your drink mentally ackwneging how sweet it was, masking the sharpness of the liquor. The big man stepped back from your frame, looking down to his phone letting out a noise of annoyance.
"Look man head to your car, get what you need and I'll keep her company. She'll be right here, don't keep LaNae waiting…She don't like that.." Jabber spat, lifting up his glasses to get a good look at him, the air suddenly growing cold. You looked back to Onyan, straw in your mouth to see if he was going to say something but instead he walked off, eyeing him up and down before exiting out of the screen door.
"What was that all about?" You asked, peeping Jabber still staring at Onyan walking off to blend into the crowd.
"Nothing you need to be worried about, how it taste?"
"Like juice, it's really good." You smiled, watching him walk around the bar to join you on one of the empty stools.
"Is there a reason your man hovering on you like that?"
"That's the crazy thing, we don't go together! I don't know why he's acting like that.." You pondered, chuckling to yourself, reaching down to massage your ankle.
"Come on N/N I got a Jacuzzi upstairs, it'll help them feet.." Jabber offered, a sly smirk etching on his face, nodding his head towards the stairs.
"That would…"
"N/n?" He repeated like a confirmation.
Your words paused themselves for a split second, your eyes shooting up to his as he got up off the stool holding out his hand to you.
"Im down with that Jabari.."
"Found you.."
We're almost there dolls! Chapter 4 is what y'all have been waiting on! I hope Y/n can think of a get back but she's got a bigger thing to worry about ;) there's no telling what could happen next week, there might be chance you could get it early... who knows! But as always I'll imagine with you in the next one...somebody from JJK just checked in not too long ago....
Summary: A week later after the Oil Spill, you’ve been trying to get things back to normal and Jabber is verge of giving up his search until a clue puts the both of you on edge.
!!CW!!: No Smut (😱) College Au, Que!Jabber GDI Reader, Strangers to ?? to ???
chapter 1.
a/n: The build up will be worth it.🙂
Now playing on HNEY Radio at Playhouse Records
Cashing Out- Cash Out
1 Thing- Amerie
September 20XX
Song 1
Another school year at the courageous Campus Town University had sprung into full effect! New students coming from all walks of life with hopes of attending the school were excited to step out on campus on their own and the upperclassmen had their hearts set on finishing the year strong. With you coming in as a Junior there was no time for extra issues on top of your extra curricular activities, the main one being this year's captain of The Canvas Town Majorettes!
The team was featured in Too Lily's music video not once but twice! You were expecting her call sometime around homecoming since she was an Alumni here herself. Tryouts were this weekend and this time instead of being on the floor watching, you were the one showing them what to do. The position was a scary one at first, having to lead, instruct, make the hard calls and push people to bring out their best when you had nothing left to give. It molded you and matured your mind enough to where you could handle your hectic schedule without breaking down in your twin sized mattress.
Luckily those days were over. Your classes were all held in the morning leaving your afternoons clear for practice, any labs since you minored in Biology and to campaign for Miss CTU! You made the announcement and made your debut along with the rest of the candidates in the yard which meant non stop promoting from now until the pageant, which also meant no time for slip ups.
It had been a week since the iconic Oil Spill that hit big numbers across social media platforms. Jabber had his face in every angle possible not that you were looking for him specifically. If anything you've been avoiding social media as whole for one so you wouldn't compare your campaign video to the other girls competing and two nothing good comes out of stalking peoples accounts, you stayed out of that business.
Yasmin however did not.
You were in the living room of your apartment tying off the last of your goodie bags so you could walk around and promote yourself with your co captain of the team Daija, who assisted with your flyers, directed your campaign video and operated on your popularity polls on campus so basically your campaign manager though she refused to call it that.
"That should be the last one, we gotta make it to a good spot before classes let out." Daija spoke up, rummaging through both boxes to get a estimate of how many you had.
"I got the poster board, goodies, my little brochure..okay I think we ready-"
"Y/N!!!!!!" A sharp shrill erupts from your front door as it opens then shuts hard with slam. The small framed girl ran across the hallway with her pink and black braids flying behind her, beads and bracelets followed by the smacks of her flip flops barged in.
"Y/N did you see it already??? You're at 2,000 likes!"
"On my campaign video??" You said with a smile
"I just posted it today! What are you talking about Yasmin?" Daija spat, picking up one of the boxes.
"NoNONO! NOT THAT!" She shouted throwing her arms out
"Girl what?" You said with a huff, snatching her phone to see not one, not two but three pictures of Jabber holding you up in the air. One pic with your face covered, one picture too blurry to understand and one where your back was turned with him sticking his tongue out.
"What is it Y/n why are you- its a que party. So what?" Daija peered over your shoulder watching you frantically scroll through whoever posted it. It looked similar to a photography account, the profile picture didn't help either.
"The girl on his shoulder is-"
"A girl we recognize! She's also running for Miss CTU." You cut in hard, shoving the phone back into Yasmin hands so you could grab your own.
"Her face is covered but if anybody recognizes that dress it wouldn't be a good look. Partying is fine but it's your reputation that matters around here ya'll know this."
Your heart dropped out of it's casing straight into your bowels, you looked back at Yasmin slowly exiting herself from the conversation to go waddle into your kitchen with an sorry expression on her face. How could you've missed that? The oil wasn't that potent for you to forget your surroundings or your common sense! One cup and a hop ended up having your body plastered on social media enough for two thousand people to see. You quickly swallowed, your chest locked on automatic heaving up and down as you bent over pretending to pick up the other box, looking at your phone to see the comments and how many people really seen the picture.
~
While you were playing Inspector Gadget, on the other side of campus Jabber walked around the dorm banging on doors and barging into rooms tossing whatever he could grab in his distance to wake up his brothers for a chapter meeting scheduled by none other than him.
Yes the Oil spill grew to be a successful event but that didn't mean they got away scot free throwing a whole party at the deans house. No matter if his son crossed into the fraternity or not Arkha didn't play when it came to his home so as a punishment, the entire chapter had to clean his house as his own form of "Community Service."
"15 minutes and 15 minutes only! Getcho ass..up!" Jabber launched a nearby stuffed basketball at the tall darkskin sprawled out on his twin mattress the covers only covering his bottom half as the toy bounced right off his chest causing him to hit his head on the side of the wall.
"HUUU-"
"Unless you got time to stop by the car wash I know Mankira needs another wash.."
"I'm up man I'm..shit." He rubbed his noggin tossing the toy right back earning some snickers from Jabber and King emerging from the door already dressed and ready to go.
"You didn't wake me up??"
"No." King deadpanned
"What happened to one fail we all fail? My brother letting me down.."
"All this talking we doing is losing time..I'm pulling off with or without the both of ya'll get that shit together.." Jabber chuckled to himself dodging the toy flying by his head.
"And that's 10 MJ.."
He sucked his teeth watching Jabber walk out of his room still putting the blame on King not getting him up in time, if they were on line this would be a no laughing matter but since then Jabber had grown soft towards the boys but still kept his guard when it came to the high position of Chapter President.
From when he first crossed he made it his goal to progress not just in his studies but within the brother hood as well, going so far as to organize his own events, lead his brothers to have the highest GPA on the yard and becoming a star model on campus despite his "reputation" with women.
Jabber being a virgin was partially true, he hadn't slipped into to anyone only using his fingers or his mouth to get the job done, not until that night he had met you. Something about the way you asked so sweetly, the sounds your pussy made when he dipped inside of your heat it pulled him in further than he thought he could go, he hadn't stop thinking about that night. The customized thong you'd left behind was the only thing he had in remembrance and the pretty noises when he made you cum so hard, he needed to contain himself before going into a meeting semi hard.
His car door flung open as he slumped himself in, mindlessly scrolling through his feed throwing his arm over his head resting on the car seat while he waited for his brothers. He liked so many pictures from that night secretly hoping to find your face in one picture or maybe your username tucked in the comments but nothing came up close. With the way things were going getting a hold of Liyah was like trying to find a needle in a haystack especially with her own probate coming up later this semester. He was close to ending his little game of hide and seek until his thumb froze on a set of pictures he hadn't came across, it was from his own friend Kareem who was growing his photography business.
No tag, no comment, just 3 pictures of him holding you up with your face blocked out of almost every single one of them.
"Damn.." He cursed to himself, bringing the phone closer examining your hair, the logo on your shirt, looking for paraphernalia just in case he missed it last time but he confirmed his suspicions. You weren't in a sorority, you go to this school and you were a friend of his friend so that eliminated 5 percent of the school!
Still, he posted the infamous picture of him sticking out his tongue onto his story with the caption saying "she showed owt part two coming soon"with a purple heart at the end, snapping his neck seeing his frined Devin hop in the car. Jabber dapped him up smoothly still swiping his thumb waiting for the rest of slow ass brothers to come on.
"Ohh shit you got some more pictures from the probate? I ain't think we messed up his spot that bad.." Devin chuckled, peeping Jabber scrolling through that specific set of pictures.
"Man blame Arkha's son for saying we could throw it there.. matter of fact where did you run off too? I saw two or three girls on your shoulder!"
"I took one of em to the car and I think the other two were Poodles so you know how that went. I should be asking you the same thing! We couldn't find you when ol boy was throwing up oil."
"I told you I had to handle something..it's all a blur really but this girl…she went crazy on me D.." Jabber spoke, spacing out his words as he pondered in his mind, trying to piece together all of the details that happened that night.
"So Monty wasn't lying? How you slip up like that Jay?" He exclaims, laughing into his hand.
"So from what I can think back to..my friend Liyah introduced me to this girl for some…reason..I know it was a stupid one 'cuz I laughed in her face. We hit it off real cool in the kitchen and my dumbass drunk another cup of that shit knowing I mixed 2 bottles of Everclear and man after that ass was on me, my tongue in her mouth I got her up in the air doing what I usually do next thing I know she talking bout "Put it in me.."..Nigga you damn right I folded!"
Flashes of light shone across Jabber's memory showing split second clips of your voice whimpering in his ears, the singe of pain coursing through his veins remembering your nails digging in his skin, the color of your eyes glossy from the liquor yet he couldn't remember a name!
"Whatchu rate yo first time then? Don't tell me you falling Mr President I can't save you from that.."
"First time? Off rip head game 10 outta 10 but that puss-"
"EEEEEUUGGHHHHHHHHHHH…shut that shit up shut it upppp!" MJ yelled getting into the back seat of the car with King quietly shaking his head with a laugh.
"Nobody wanna hear about how some chick took yo cookies! We still ain't done with the left wing of Corvus's house!"
"We going back this weekend to finish up he called me into his office this morning. If anything yall niggas need to be on yo Ps and Qs, I had to fight to get him to credit these hours for us and convince him to green light Hop Like a Que so after the meeting I'm gonna have a few of ya'll posted up in the cafe to talk to a few girls.
"You think that girl gon show up on you all pissed off cuz you ain't call her like King?" MJ snorted
"What was her name? Nori?"
"None of you niggas are funny.." King huffed
"Do you even wanna look for this girl?" Devin's voice breaking the miniature conversation
"I meannn…." Jabber hummed, leaning back in his seat trying to cover his cheeks.
"Awwwww!" All of the boys scoffed in the car, laughing, jeering and making kissy noises.
"DP out of the game like that?" Mj smirked.
"The only clue I got is her thong she left with me and these pictures Kareem just posted. So imma see if I can get a hold of Liyah and connect some dots." Jabber thought out loud.
"You still got em on you?" MJ exclaimed, his eyes widened to full capacity. King and Devin joined in looking back to one another with a ounce of concern.
"Nigga no! You think I'm finna carry a thong around while I'm serving plates today? I ain't that slow." He huffed, thinking back to that night he tossed them on his dresser only to hide them quickly with the rest of his boxers, capturing that moment in his head every morning he opened the drawer.
"Don't trip about it Jay I'll help you find yo little Thongerella.." He cracked, bracing himself for the harsh thud Jabber laid on his chest while the rest of his boys joined in to clown on him. All he could do was roll his eyes to stop his own cheeks from tugging at a smile. He allowed a joke or two if it was good enough otherwise all four of em would be late due to him jumping to attack, he just got cursed out by Corvus leading him to be an agitated state. Just when he was about to give up hope on finding you the perfect hint fell right into his lap and the pink eyed man couldn't deny the giddiness he had to keep at bay.
Maybe she'll show up while we're recruiting..
Maybe I'll see her on the yard..
Maybe..
The roaring engine of his Dodge Challenger rushed his daydreaming thoughts to the side, his phone automatically connecting to the blue tooth as he pulled out of the dorm parking lot smoothly allowing the gravel to crackle underneath the wheels.
~
Song 2
The cafe around this time was normally packed to the brim with students forcing their way into the lunch lines or finding their friends to see what communities or clubs they could find an interest in. You were on the hungry side, bored from class and exhausted from running your mouth to almost 100 students, the sun had barely touched the middle of the sky.
"That's all you're eating? A sweet tea and slice of cake? What are you? Forty?"
"They ain't have nothing I liked today..I'll cook when I get home.." You sighed, glad to be inside so you could rest your feet. One moment you were perfectly fine the next your stomach flipped inside itself, your thighs trembled, your breath hitched like you were back in time.
The dick was mediocre at best! All he did was flip you around like a rag doll, snuck his tongue inside like he owned the place and made you bark like a fucking dog. Nothing too serious enough for you to be having hot flashes in the middle of the day.
"The least you could do is relax, you look so distraught.."
You loosened your jaw muscles, released your shoulders and un-scrunched your face trying to have a cool head, but your face spread out your true emotions. Truth was you were stuck between a rock and doghouse, his poisoned elixir dug it's claws into your system and you were hooked! The morning after your legs couldn't comprehend what your brain was trying to tell them do, the stinging pain mixing in with the orgasmic pleasure still shaking from within it was miracle you made it to your first class.
Like a moth being summoned by a stroke of light a familiar sound of beads and bracelets could be heard growing louder by the second, pulling you out of Omegaland before Yasmin sat down with a plate full of chicken nuggets and fries. Your fingers snuck their way over to grab a couple of extra ones on the verge of falling to the ground.
"Does that make you feel better?" You laughed holding up a fry while Daija scrunched up her face.
"Any-ways, you're doing well on Insta the video is pushing 9 thousand views, the polls are looking good in your favor but your problem is…you're boring."
Yasmin coughed on her food, shooting a look at Daija trying to change to subject.
"Boring?! I've helped countless community centers, read to children on the weekends and I'm CPR certified!"
"Yes that would work if you were campaigning to be the school's nurse! Some of these girls have jumped out of planes, skilled in 3 or more instruments and I'm pretty sure contestant number 6 can build a motorcycle from scratch!"
"Daija everyone is expecting me to perform a dance routine I don't want to be typical! Who wants to sit through an entire 3 minutes of something they see on the field at every game?" You said, stealing some more fries from Yari's plate with your head resting on your other hand.
DING
Your phone went off with a message from your Coach so you cut the conversation short to peer down at your device while Jabber walked past your table heading over to the little booth setup where his brothers were having mini interviews with the women they managed to find.
"Aye perfect timing, we got at least 30 girls signed up!" One boy exclaimed
"30? Okay that's a good turn out and ya'll haven't seen.."
"No we ain't find the owner of that thong Jabari. You think she gon waltz up here and be like "Um Jay I think you got something of mines.." MJ mocked in horrible falsetto causing Jabber to flinch at him like he was about to hit him.
"Yall haven't seen Devin? Is what I was finna say.."
"Oh he's walking around with his clipboard, you know how he get when you leave him in charge." MJ replied,turning over to a girl who came up interested in the poster board they had set up.
"All I'm saying is in order for you to be noticeable you need to do something out of your comfort zone!" Daija continued, stabbing her salad to eat a couple of bites as your eyes paced around the cafe building for anything to stick avoiding the obvious purple and gold eye sore in the back end of the room. When you did your intense research on how many people stumbled across that set of photos, you ended up on Jabber's profile and scoured through each and every picture like you were investigating him for a crime. You were careful enough not to like a picture, even more precise looking through his highlights and caught a glimpse of him when he crossed with a shaved head and all, it made you wonder just how fast his hair grew.
His voice lingered through your memory, his hand prints were still faintly on your body and his scent was so drenched into your homemade dress that after the 3rd wash it remained stamped on the material. You've never changed up a hairstyle so quick fearing that you would be recognized, it's not like you were a hermit on campus or even had a bad reputation. You had enough recognition to be waved at during your walk to class but nothing like what Jabber had with women screaming at him like maniacs.
"What if you tried out for Hop Like a Que?" Daija asked, spotting the booth once she raised her head.
"For what??" You spat almost choking mid chew.
"NO!" Yasmin yelled, laud enough for someone to turn around to look at her.
"Yasmin I thought you were all for those frat boys!"
She laughed nervously, dipping her chicken nugget into the ketchup.
"You know how she get around Ques, why would you want her to freak out like that? We want to win Daija not end up in a Psych Ward."
"Plus I don't think it would be good for my image, remember that picture we saw with that girl?" You claimed.
"Her face is covered it's not like she was tongue kissing him and with you being a contestant you handling both the pageant and that, it'll blow over. Nobody will care! Has anyone cared about that picture except you?"
You paused to take in her question suddenly realizing that the only thing you HAD been worried about was the pageant and mostly those pictures! While you were passing out goodies bag sharp flashes of his tongue melting on your skin and the slight coldness's of his rings pressing deep into your mouth, you felt like his name was always on the verge of slipping out, it was becoming unbearable. It's not like anyone else was talking about it, you weren't even sure if Jabber had thought about it as much as you did or coherent enough to remember.
"I'm concerned for her that's all.." Yasmin added
"Look at you showing sympathy for a girl scared of colors! Come on at least take a look at the event to see if people are paying to go." Daija confirmed, meaning you didn't have much of a choice.
"It's a que event what you think you gonna do?" Yasmin scooted her chair across the floor, clearing her plate clean right as she shoved her foot into the side of your shin making sure you got your ass up. It didn't help that your Coach moved practice to a later time giving you a free afternoon and no choice but to emerge yourself back into Omega Land. You swallowed quickly and rose out of your seat, tossing your plate away and kept your cup of tea in your grasp as a point of focus if you lost it again.
He was right there! Yasmin hadn't noticed him but that signature smoky scent, that sharp contrast of his pink eyes cutting the entire room, those locs glimmering in the midday light shining through the open windows, your lips instantly wrapped around your straw to keep your focus, speeding up your walk to catch your friends inching closer to the booth peering at every other table except the one you were aiming to go for. You caught a glimpse of one of your old friends who happened to be an Alpha, one of the first black fraternities. Onyan never let you hear it down either, he gave a soft smile with a head nod signaling you to walk over to catch up and at the moment it sounded like a great idea and a perfect excuse to postpone any conversation with Jabber.
Or any of them!
Your eyes were set on heading over to his table only for them to cut to Jabber who had his locs covering his face while he talked to a girl twirling her fingers in her low slick puff, giggling just a little too hard. Your lips scrunched up and your body collided with a clipboard and strong scent of Dior Savage a scent you smelled too many times this week alone.
"Oh that's my bad.."
"I'm sorry! I wasn't watching where I going.."
"Hey wait I recognize you from somewhere!" The voice boomed, judging by his lanyard and the obvious letters on the corner of his purple shirt, you ran right into an issue. The hairs on your body shot up at attention, the fuck you mean you recognize me? Your thoughts ran without a second to process, your looked up at the face to see it was one from the party, that's when you really felt the panic settle in.
"Yeah, yeah you're the dance team's new captain! I seen Too Lily's stuff so I know you can move you should definitely sign up." Devin said with a smile, showing you the clipboard with names stacked and one space being left open.
"She would love to! Tryouts in Gountess Hall room 315.." Daija said scanning the clipboard she snatched from his hands before you could make a move, let alone speak. She wrote down your name and passed it to Yasmin to see if she wanted to join for moral support so she put her name right under yours, handing it back to Devin who was glad his sheet was filled.
"Alright, alright I'll see you ladies at 3?"
"We'll be there.." You managed to speak, reaching out to shake his hand watching him walk back towards the table where the girl walked off from Jabber's presence and Devin showed him his filled list of names. His arm flexed as he grabbed the clipboard, dapping up his brother.
"I'm starting to become so proud of you Y/n.." Yasmin snickered into her hand, hooking onto your arm as the three of you walked past Jabber making your way to the exit. In the middle of his conversation Jabber paused, taking a sudden deep inhale of the air around him.
"Nigga you got perfume on your hand?"
"Do you know how many women I've talked to? I smell like a bath and body works."
Jabber sniffed the air again like he was trying to find a culprit wearing speed stick because for some reason it brought him right back to that night. He didn't want to admit that he was hoping for the owner of the thong to walk up and spit the truth right then and there, some of the girls he talked to today were willing to give him their underwear unprovoked, some with similar hairstyles that caused him to take a couple extra glances to calm his excitement yet still he found nothing until that scent Devin had lingering on him snapped him back.
"Did all three of them sign up? I saw you had a crowd on you.."
"Only two of them…unn Y/N L/N she's the new dance team captain I've been seeing on the field I like watching them perform during halftime.." Devin said with a snarky chuckle. "Andddd Yasmin Monroe a cheerleader… we practically got the whole cheer team trying out.
"The entire team won't make the final cut you know..that.." Jabber spoke, still getting a few whiffs in of that mind boggling scent, he even went as far as to look towards the direction you were walking in to see if any of you or friends were still there. the name didn't ring a bell or sound off any alarms, he wasn't even sure if it was your scent he was smelling but it didn't matter. He wanted his own personal bottle, in his car hanging like scented tree, back inside of his system while his hands are wrapped around your throat beggin him to-
"Jabari!"
"Huh? What? You see me thinking!"
"Ms. Semiu nigga walk and think!"
Keys jingling in the distance followed by the cold hard snaps of heels clicking across the linoleum, students straighten up their clothes some lifting up their pants from sagging. Ms Semiu ran this school better than the dean himself and had a tight ship of respect when it came to the students on campus no matter the status, and everyone loved her for it…almost everybody.
"Boys.."
"Ms Grier.." Devin spoke nodding his head down.
"Afternoon Ms Semiu, Arhka sent you down here to check on us?" Jabber said, scracting the back of his head in slight annoyance
"Exactly what I came to do and grab me a little something to eat, ya'll been behaving?"
"Yes ma'am keeping out of trouble my mama asked about you.."
"Tell her I said I still owe her for my jacket! Girl won't let me pay her for nothing! Oh that reminds me the CTU P agent is the same day as HLAQ which means you have to share the auditorium. The event shouldn't take that long and if you already paid for admission you won't have to pay for it again if you choose to stick around, I know most of the ladies will."
"We can't change the date?"
"With probate season coming, graduation and a plethora of other students throwing things together your schedule is looking tight."
"I see..we can make something work Semiu.."
"Ms Semiu, boy. Devin.." She acknowledged him, patting Jabber on the head with a paper she had rolled up with a smile as she walked off towards the line.
"We don't have too many girls competing in the pageant do we?"
"We were supposed to ask?"
"What were you doing? Smiling and bullshitting in these girls faces, you aint ask about what they do?"
"You ain't ask Thomgerella her name?" Devin spat back, flinching with a laugh listening to Jabber suck his teeth, throwing his right fist towards him faking out near the end.
"Wrap this up since its funny before I tell Semiu about that probation you think I don't know about."
"Already on it. Dick Charming.." Devin scoffed
Jabber didn't even waste his breath to try and jump at his best friend, he huffed until his lips relaxed into a smile a little pissed off he got a laugh out of him. If it wasn't that familiar scent throwing him off his rocker, it was definitely the stress of making sure this event ran smoothly, while monitoring his brothers, managing his own classes and preparing for basketball season coming up next semester. He was a tired mess!
His phone began to ring off the hook with the contact name being Do Not Contact, the fact that the number was calling made Jabber stop in his own tracks to suck his teeth. He wasted no time to decline just for the number to call again, and again. All he did was turn his ringer off, stuffing the device back into his pocket heading towards the cafe door.
"Not now Diamond.."
~
"Can you believe her?" You exclaimed to Liyah, sitting in the middle of your living room floor legs sprawled out in a deep stretch while your roommate prepped herself for her next class.
"You asked her to help you win! You can't get mad at that.."
"I'm not mad I'm just…ughhhh." You groaned out confused with yourself if this was a happy groan or a frustrated one.
"What did Jabber say to you in the kitchen? You losing your mind over a conversation."
"It was more than a conversation.." You mumbled, lifting up to stretch the other leg. "If I make the cuts i'll be spending nothing but time with him!"
"Oh no! I'm getting to know my crush!!"
"Liyah I gotta focus on the pageant!"
"Then focus! That's IF you make the cuts which I know you will, you at least got rhythm."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Daija is doing what any campaign manager would do, you're stressing yourself out girl. If you didn't do anything with him there should be nothing to worry about." Liyah reassured, turning to face you to show her seriousness.
"Fine fine..don't be late."
"You don't be late to Tryouts! You finally get to experience what greek life is really like I just wish you were on my line."
"The day I cross into Deltaland.."
"Delayed never meant denied.."
"Bye Liyah.." You chuckled, focusing back on your form to make sure you don't pull anything before the event even took place. You knew that the boys wouldn't go too hard on the first day but that didn't mean pretend like you couldn't keep up. The only thing that ran through your mind worst then the actual moves was who your teacher would end up being you were hoping for anyone but him. Just thinking about him being in your vicinity made your thighs quiver much harder than usual.
You never did tell anyone what really transpired about a week ago, you told Liyah you went to see a man about a dog and she laughed like you were joking. You ended up giving her a much shorter version only telling her that you and Jabber snuck off to dance which was partially true. Your stomach churned and your breathing speed switched into a higher gear thinking so hard if Liyah did find out, if anyone did!
You drew out a hard exhale coming back up to relax your muscles, mentally getting yourself together to meet Yasmin at Gountess hall, the plan was to arrive a little early so the two of you could scope the scene, little did you know all 100 and something girls had the exact idea with the line boosting out of the door.
"I didn't think half of the damn school would be here! How are they gonna see everybody?" Yasmin bounced, jumping up to try and see the front of the line, from what you could see they had a table inside and they were doing group interviews, the worst kind to deal with.
"I'm about to go home this seems ridiculous.."
"Don't leave just yet we're about to head in!" Yasmin said with a plea, clasping onto your hand. Your turned your head back seeing more women piling in behind you all with that same eager look embedded into their skulls, you peeped back to your friend sighing to ypurse;f thinking about your mother words, there was no way you would be telling her about this event! She wouldn't come there would be no point!
You followed the group of girls inside of what looked like a dance studio were the walls were painted black with one wall decorated from the ceiling to the floor with mirrors. They asked each girl a series of questions to pull out everyone's personalities and their true intentions on why they were doing it in the first place. Jabber was one of the people on the panel with his question being "What's your purpose on being here today?" A question you weren't expecting from him due to the horrid stereotypes about the Omega men. They're loud, big, nasty dogs and some women fail to realize what it takes to even cross over, to even wear the colors. You got to have the GPA, the knowledge and not just the strength to hop around.
After the interviews it came time to see if your stamina could match the energy of an average Que which eliminated almost half of the competition meaning Yasmin got cut in the first big chop. All you had to do was learn the basic steps and copy Devin to the best of your abilities without looking like you didn't understand what an 8 count looks like. Some of the best dancers couldn't keep up once Jabber came in to get a look at the final group of girls, immediately giving you all a simple 16 count with the music.
"Okay okay…they don't look too bad.." Jabber announced, laughing at some of the girls dramatically hitting the floor once the music stopped.
"We got a long way to go.." Devin sighed going over to give everyone a high five.
"Alright ya'll these are gonna be your best friend for the next couple of week and when we pick our groups you'll be even closer than that…uhhh Y/N, Harmony, Taylen andddd LaNiyah?
"It's LaNae.."
"LaNae oh shit my bad, ight yall are on my team. We'll figure out our little group name during our next practice, Devin your pick."
They way he commanded the room to his attention, his voice bouncing off the echoed walls vibrating in your eardrums,Yasmin promised to stay outside while the Ques gave their debrief but her moral support wasn't enough to stop the wedding bells dancing around in your head and the throbbing ones whispering between your thighs. How hard he stomped around, each time his foot hit the hardwood floor, it brought you back front and center to him that night swinging his neck around searching for your eyes to feed off of that carnal energy gnawing inside.
While he was showing everyone how to get the moves down, he waltzed over to your direction eyeing your form and gave you a head nod of approval, even going so far as to test how how your knees went.
There was a sliver of you hoping he would come over to assist like he was doing with some of the struggling girls but there would be no point. You knew how to count, you knew when and where to come in and once the music came on you were in the clear only messing up once when you forgot how many times you were supposed to spin.
Once Jabber cleared the girls for the evening the next stop was your own practice, you secured your spots now it was time to get you into captain position and with the way you were feeling, whatever Coach Mildretta had to offer today was light work compared to what you just did.
"Y/n!!!" You heard a deeper voice call out, rushing over to you as you picked up your bag off of the floor.
"Oh hey LaNae!" You replied, turning to give a quick hug.
"I didn't think you would be here! When he said your name I thought he was playing! This is like my second year doing this."
"I said the same thing when i saw my name on the paper, how you've been?" You chuckled, hugging your freshman roommate once more.
"So good you don't even know! Look I became an RA and I heard about your apartment too I gotta come over for some drinks! But.." She paused, pulling you over to the side. "Does your mama know you out here hopping with these dawgs?" She murmured with a laugh.
"My mama gon kill me if she sees me in these colors." You laughed with her accidentally letting your voice ring out louder than it was supposed to.
Jabber's head to lifted up quick looking towards your direction, locking eyes with LaNae, her eyes softly blinking once then twice before going back to your conversation. He cut his peripherals to you and you felt every second of his gaze studying your features, the tingling feeling turned into internal tension before the swelling pressure died down, you just had to check the temperature to see if he was still staring. Just one quick glance. Your eyes cut across the room, daring yourself to stare right into his face, luckily he was focused
"…Well I'm glad you're here for some good promo, they must've liked your answer."
"Why are you here then? Second year in a row you back for redemption?"
"Something like that, you remember that oil spill last week? One of the guys that picked up is right over there and I think he spotted me too.." LaNae giggled, her words sparking your curiosity.
"You went to that party? Why didn't I see you?"
"The real question is what were YOU doing at a Que party?" She asked, her voice riddled in shock.
"it's a long story…"
"Y/N right?" A warm voice singing your name in perfect harmony, sounded just as sweet as your nickname did.
Jabber had walked right up to the the both of you with a heartwarming smile, nodding to LaNae letting his eyes linger on her frame before connecting back to yours, seeming like he was taking a deep breath in.
"Yeah?"
"I went ahead and decided to make you my Ace so I'll be hitting you up the most to make sure you got your group together. Imma hand you my number and text you when the next practice will be so it doesn't conflict with your dance team? You cool with that?"
Your heart battered against your chest, your palms fell damp and your breathing switched into manual mode yet you played it cool, pulling out your phone so he could type it in.
"Bet and can I borrow your friend real quick?" He asked, looking over to LaNae who couldn't stop cheesing if her life depended on it, it made your stomach turn sour, the taste left inside of your mouth felt disgusting. She even had the audacity to wave at you before he took a hold of her hand, pulling her out of the dance hall.
"He's not your boyfriend!"
"Thats a Que Dog you shouldn't be worried about that?"
"Can I borrow your friend?"
"If you didn't do anything with him why does it matter?
"STAY AWAY FROM THOSE OMEGAS"
A endless wheel, thought after thought only adding fuel to the eruption of a once dormant volcano. Your chest burned, your eyes felt like they were daggers staring into the back of her head. There wasn't any time to sit and think! You had practice in 15 minutes. You too a sharp deep breath ain and a quick exhale before walking out of the room and exiting the hall building, not once looking back, not even for Yasmin who was waiting patiently outside.
"How did it go- aye! Y/N! Did you make the finall cut?"
"Of course I did, I'm late."
"Why you walking so fast? Wait up!"
"I'm gonna be late!"
~
Getting to practice was the easy part, focusing was a whole other problem on its own, just because you made the team didn't mean you were off scot free from being kicked off either, Coach Mildretta ran this this team tighter than her wristband on her watch.
She walked around you and Daija eyeing your formation, you were in the cleaning up process and things weren't looking too good especially if you couldn't keep up with the timing. Luckily you weren't the only girl having trouble but none of that mattered when you were the captain!
"That's fine you can go out there and look stupid. Run it again." She spat, scoffing at Meriege to play the music over.
Despise wasn't the right word to use when talking about your Coach, dislike is a better word. Her harsh words stung hard enough to make you ugly cry in the bathroom but it pushed you enough to get the timing just right, holding a mean mug and all. Daija was known for scrunching up her nose having Mildretta yell "Face!" every so often. She warned you that it was starting to spread, the pink haired woman didn't give a damn what you did as long as those lines were clean, the makeup is spotless and those toes better be pointed.
"There we go, FACE! Smile! Act you want to be here!"
"Damnnnn I can hear her ass over here!" Devin sucked his teeth, wiping sweat off of his face.
"They not even doing enough for her to be yelling like that.." Another boy chimed in.
"You try keeping yo toe pointed in mid air." Onyan breathed, lifting up his shirt to wipe his cheeks. His eyes caught a blurry glimpse of you tossing your arms up, jumping up in the air to roll onto the ground, chuckling to himself seeing your eyes roll at Mildretta's voice.
"He's still salty we caught him in Ballet.." Devin snickered, dodging a heavy hit from the man. "Ahtttt you know Coach Bundus don't want us gawking at them..but..tell me which one, the one in the blue hair or the short thick one in the back?"
"Y'all not seeing the girl with the locs.."
"They need numbers like us.."
"I want ol girl up front, the captain.." Onyan spoke up
"The captain? OHH! That's um.." He snaps his fingers. "Y/N! That's the new captain I saw her at tryouts today! Damn she not tired?"
"Boyfriend?"
"Nigga you grillin me like my name is Y/n go ask her!" The boys joined in to laugh with Onyan covering his face to hide how hard he was smiling. This wasn't the first time he was caught ogling at you during practice, he even found himself running back to the field to watch you perform at half time though he never found the courage to go up to you fearing he would mess you up or worse you'd get into trouble.
The window of opportunity seemingly flung open once Onyan spotted you and the girls stepping out of formation to grab water bottles and bags. Bundus had his back turned with a clipboard in hand rambling to the other coaches so he had this moment to choose, run off with the risk or stay put and listen to his teammates drag him. The first options timer was ticking, so he took off in the next second doing a light jog over to your area of the field, some of the girls having their own opinions about the low cut wearing man.
"Onyankapon sounds like a mouthful.." Ruby hummed.
"I bet he is a mouthful." Daija smirked
"6 foot 4, wearing waves I counted all 8 abs and his skin so silky it makes me mad, i checked his stats he's never seen the bench.." Ruby went on
"Only an Alpha can do something like that.." Asia said with a bite to her lip.
You were on the ground face deep in your water bottle thankful that practice was over but more irritated at yourself for going so hard, one thing you couldn't stand to do was admit when something got too tough. Nothing is too much for you, if you wanted it all you had to handle it all. Its how you've gotten this far! Your advisor was impressed and more so in denial about how you handled your freshman schedule but what she didn't warn you about was the emotional turmoil.
"Y/N Onyan's calling for youuu!" Ruby sung.
"Acting like he's the president, hey Onyan.."
"Don't mind me stopping by, you working hard ain't you?" Onyankapon said with a laugh, showing all 32 of his pearly whites, it would be a straight up lie to say he wasn't a little cute, the small diples poking out of his cheeks and the way his chest bounced when he laughed had you ready to take a bite yourself. He knew he was fine, educated with his name being right up under yours on the deans list and made his way up to be assitant president of his chapter, a much more safer option in your mother's eyes.
The Alphas.
"Apparently not enough.." You laughed, taking his hand allowing him to lift you up to your feet with ease.
"She made you captain for a reason, and Coach Mil don't like anybody."
"She barely like's me, it's bad enough I didn't finish Professor Lock's presentation due tomorrow now I'm gonna be sore and up all night."
"I asked yo hardheaded ass if you wanted to do it together but it's cool, I waited till the last minute too."
"Oh? Mr. I can't hang out cuz I'm studying didn't finish his work?"
"That excuse only worked what? Twice.." Onyan chuckled, earning some giggles from the girls eyeing your entire conversation.
"Knew you were up to something now you too cool to talk to me."
"You wanna finish it together then? I know them feet barking louder than them dogs you were hopping with today so I can throw in a foot rub."
"Awww nahhh don't be like that.." Your cheeks tugging upward quick, tossing your arm out to tag him on his chest, your fingers bouncing off so easily while your eyes flickered in amusement. It was the first moment of the day where your smile felt natural and not forced into a doll like state since that's what it felt like repeating those words over and over in that specific cadence.
The sky painted out like mural splashing colors of pink, purple and orange glossing over his skin and yours settling into a perfect golden hour. He grilled you bad for even being at a que party in the first place. Now that people were slowly finding out who was there and who wasn't , word was spreading around like wild fire.
"I'm not rooting for nobody but 1906 got a special place in my heart.."
"It should be the FIRST place..the only one in my opinion." Onyan's eyes soften, flickering towards your lips than staring into each of your eyes individually. You couldn't tell was was thicker, the scent of his cologne blending in with his musk or the tension that bubbled in between the friendly conversation you thought you were having.
"Here you go, you can assist in the presentation if you want, he did say we have the option of teaming up."
"We can help each other out your place or mines?"
~
The evening sky cascaded over the purple dodge letting the lights flash over his car, the pink eyed man pressed his foot to the gas revving his engine as he flew by racing to La'Nae's place, heart thumping in his chest. He didn't know if he wanted to bring flowers, a gift, some chocolate maybe? His thoughts were all over the place but the simple fact that he had ended his wild goose chase cleared his head only for a moment and that was good enough in his eyes.
His blue tooth paused his music to read out Liyah's line name to which Jabber answer with a quickness.
"Is there a reason you were blowing me up like somebody died?" Liyah answered, the sounds of her car door being heard in the back ground."
"You just getting back from your neos?"
"Yeah we just finished round one, i gotta run back out to the park at 11.."
"Ain't fun being on the other side huh?"
"What you call me for bro?" She said with a sigh, sucking her teeth.
"Remember that girl you introduced me to?"
"What girl? N/N?" Liyah questioned, throwing her things into her back seat. She wasn't far off from campus but if he needed her to get anything the closest thing he might get is 20 dollars seeing how tired she was feeling and she wasn't the one on line!
"That must be her nickname, yeah her!"
"What about her? She hit you up? How you manage to get her to call you?" She snickered, her acrylic finger pressing start to her car.
"She did a little more than just call me.."
"Jabari…"
"I'm sorry Liyah! I'll spare the details but I met up with her after practice."
"And she hopping around like you too? Always fingering these girls into psychosis. All you had to do was crack that weird fear she had!"
"She act like she don't remember what she did but I'm letting you know that I'm taking her out and I'll have her home round what? Same time you gotta leave back out. I'm pissed off you don't know how to answer yo damn phone!"
"I was busy, you not the only president in the world!"
"Assistant President.."
"Get technical with the names I don't care, I'm just glad my girl picked a somewhat decent Que."
"Decent? I look pretty good for 22.." Jabber snickered
"Not in how you look…I'm serious Jay don't fuck this up.."
"Ahh don't get sappy on me, she about to get in the car.."
"Tell her I said hey and I'll see you tomorrow lil bro.."
"BIG BROTHER-"
*Click*
After a long day of dealing with freshman girls, Liyah didn't have the strength to handle Jabber's questions even if it did pertain to one of her closest friends, as the car roamed to life she sat back in her leather seat to take a deep inhale, breathing out through her lips before grabbing her phone to selfishly indulge in a little scrolling before she pulled off.
"Well shit.." Liyah mumbles to herself stumbling across that same set of photos, double tapping them with a snicker.
"She knew to hide her face.." She laughed, shutting off her phone, switching the gears with ease. She wasn't expecting them to do anything, she was more pissed that she wasn't the first to know, so she made a mental note to give you a thorough cuss out once you got back enjoying your little date. Part of her couldn t stay mad for too long, she was honestly glad that she had the house to herself for the night.
Liyah hopped on the main road speeding slightly towards you and hers shared home, parking in the same spot you two fight over every week, grabbing her stuff to head to the front door, slipping the key into the lock and pushing inside in a swift motion.
The lights were off in the kitchen once she set her things down to peek in the fridge, closing it to reveal you standing in your bonnet and moomoo combination, face plastered with a skin care mask.
"Shit!
"AAAAHHH FUCK!"
"You scared the fuck outta me-
"Me?? Why you look you've been playing in flour?I thought you were out!"
"Out where? I got classes in the morning!"
"Jabber just said you was- Oh shit.."
I really hope you guys enjoy this little series i put together and i hope Jabber figures out what the hell he got going on! Miss Honey Mondays will be a thing to get me more active and to hang around the playhouse a little more! I can’t wait for yall to see what happens! And as always i will imagine with you in the next one!
(saw how big the tag list has gotten, soo many dolls in the house i love yall)
He's a top ten streamer who plays video games for a living. He's buff and handsome, but he's humble and nice, making him a hit with men and women alike. He's a decent gamer too, his streams funny and entertaining. He could have anyone he wants, there are plenty of people who want to be with him.
But he's already got a crush, and it's on you, chubby fem streamer who is new to Twitch.
He found your profile randomly one day, clicking on your stream right when it started.
"Okie dokie," you say with a smile. "I've got my favorite chips—" You hold up a bag of chips and shake them. "—and a little drink—" You hold up a large cup. "—and I'm ready to play some Meccha Chameleon for the first time!"
You're cute, and sweet, and ridiculously funny with your commentary. You play the game for about an hour before calling it a night.
"Thank you for joining me! I hope you had fun watching. Have a good day!"
He subscribes to your channel on his nonpublic account and turns on notifications.
He watches every stream he can, which is fairly easy since you two have different streaming schedules. He soon becomes infatuated with you, the way you talk and your jokes and your cute face and mannerisms. He thinks you'd be the perfect girlfriend, starts imagining the two of you being a streaming couple, having your respective streams and then coming together at the end of the day, enjoying each others' company.
His thoughts don't stay pure. He imagines what you'd feel like, he's seen you in your casual clothes, has seen the curves you have. He wants to touch you, hold you against him and feel how your body molds to his. He wants to feel the weight of your breasts in his big hands and squeeze them until you beg for his touch elsewhere, and he'll give it to you, everything you want and more, his sweet special woman...
Then one day, while he's streaming, he gets a notification that you've started a stream, and he gives a vague excuse to end his stream just to go over to yours. He rushes to exit his stream and goes to yours, giddy and excited to see you outside your normal streaming time. His notifications keep blowing up, so he silences them, focusing on you instead.
When he checks his notifications later, he sees that they're all from twitter. His name is trending, people complaining and speculating why he would've ended his stream so early. Oh, if only they knew...
I want to be bent over by Jabber while he thrusts he’s dick deep inside me in doggystyle, talking dirty in my ear in that seductive, breathy, desperate voice he makes when he spoke to Zanka. Talking bout some “That pussys singing for me.. ain’t she?” “See what you do to me baby.. feel how fuckin hard this dick is for you?” “Sound soo fucckkinngg sexy mommy.. let’s see if you can get louder” “oh that’s it’s mama.. ride your dick. Ride your fuckin dick cuz it’s yours.” Need him to dig into this pussy till my certix is permanently stamped with his thick, dark tip as he’s ingrown pubic hair tickles my clit. He’s arms in closed around my stomach and breast. One hand rubbing my nipple and the other around my mouth, collecting pools of drool. Bullying his cock inside-
NO BECAUSE JUST IMAGINE HIM..."Your pussy feels so good around my dick mama" "hmm? You miss this dick didn't you? Oh I know you did, got you all slutted out.." "mhm baby..take this dick like daddy told you to.." SYWBABAJANANANAN
.... friend's dad... the first time you two fucked was after a night out, when you and his daughter came back too drunk. while she was passed out in her bed, he had you pinned face down in his, fucking you like ge's never going to get pussy again-
Summary: Your friend invited you to help him celebrate his first day out! You've only heard about them boys in purple and gold, you've never experienced one for yourself. For good reasons. You know how to handle your liquor and your cool but one cup is all it takes.
!!CW!! Wall fucking, pussy eating, backshots, cum play, spitting, dry humping, mentions of alcohol,
Now playing on HNEY Radio at Playhouse Records..
Lick-JOI
Point in my life- Gucci Mane
Nasty Song- Lil Ru
Trampoline Booty- Kstylis
Freaky Girl- Gucci Mane
Peaches and Eggplants- Young Nudy
p.s (N/n means nickname, f/c mean favorite color)
Greek life swarmed around you at a young age whether you liked it or not. From the time you could walk on two feet you were draped in red with the highest hopes from your mother to continue her legacy. So when you broke the news that you had no interest in crossing you could only imagine how many times she swore up and down she'd disown you but you knew the jokes were out of love. Partially.
Attending college was out of the question in your household whether you went to an HBCU online or on campus you were going to do something for the next four years. As one mom would do to any child of hers going to her old college, she prepped you with all of your supplies, ran her mouth over the college tour guide and gave her own rendition of what went down in each hall and last but surely the most memerable part of her grand speech before sending you off, she simply asked, no begged you to stay away from those Ques.
Your father must've been one the way she battered that statement into your head, all through highschool, all through middle school, warned you in front of the Que plot at the college!
"I don't wanna see you near it!"
"Mama, they leaving us behind!"
"I got people that work out here, they'll tell me!"
You swore to her not to interact, to breathe, let alone think about anything in purple and gold, don't even wear the color. She made it seem like you were signing yourself for a horror movie but you kept up your promise and skated through two years of straight A's, too many sleepless nights and managed to have a decent party life without ending up on anyone's hit list.
Another semester appeared on the campus of Canvas Town University and you snagged one of the best apartments right across the street with your roommate Liyah. You and her had the idea to move in after she had crossed into her sorority so the two of you wouldn't lose touch with one another due to her newly found sisters. Her heart was smashed once you told her you had no interest but you fully supported her during her presentation and went all out decorating her room.
Did you go to the party afterwards? Absolutely not. Why? When there's Delta's there's Ques and even a whiff of one can cause enough damage to fuck up your mental and you didn't wanna take any chances. Liyah couldn't understand what was so dangerous about them, during freshman year she would crack up watching you turn in the opposite direction anytime you heard a bark or seen anything in the color purple. At first she thought it was a joke but once she saw how serious your face was when you were impersonating your mother, she understood why you couldn't make it.
"I think she's just worrying you'll make the same mistakes she did, you gotta let that go.." Liyah snickered, tying up her shoes.
"I'm only staying for a song maybe two! If i stay too long one of them might scoop me up."
"What's wrong with that?" Yasmin yelled from the bathroom, taking pictures in the mirror. "I haven't had any problems!"
"You cried for the first 2 weeks he disappeared what are you talking about?" You spat back.
"Mind you Jaden hasn't even crossed yet, you just getting started." Liyah giggled to herself, putting on her red jacket. "You don't have to go to the probate but I'm coming back to take you to the party, you get the best videos of me."
"Oh that's all I'm good for? You not worried for my well being?"
"Don't stare too hard then, you made it this long right? Oh and what's your name for the night since you going undercover.." She snickered, waltzing over to the door to wait for Yasmin.
"N/n like usual.."
"I can't believe you still using that knowing you on the dance team, captain at that!" Yasmin rolled her eyes with a scoff still posing in the mirror.
"N/n got you into Sho's place last year! Unless you wanted to pay 60 to get in!"
"I'm not dealing with ya'll silly asses, I gotta be there early. Yasmin I'm in the car!" She shouted, grabbing her collection of keys to head to the door. Your friends knew this routine down to the youtuber you would throw on your TV, you laid back at the dorm while they had the time of their lives at Oil Spills, pool parties while you avoided the yard every chance you got, however tonight Liyah and Yasmin had better plans for your itinerary this year, starting with your 'first' Greek party.
By the time they were on the way back, you'd finished the last details on the dress you were sewing together made out of a really cute top you thrifted. It hung off of your shoulder and you made a few extra pieces of clothing to go along with it including a (f/c) you customized on a whim and a purse you crocheted. You topped the look off with some wrap around heels hearing the door unlock once you finished tying them off.
"You ready?"Liyah called to you.
"Let's go before I change my mind.." You scoff, wasting no time to scurry out of her way before she made any slick comments.
When you arrived to the house you were expecting the place to be packed with people filling up the lines but the most you saw were a few folks hanging around outside. You forgot to pregame at the house which meant spending an arm and almost a leg to get a buzz although you set a mental limit. A drink and a shot to celebrate Jaden, that's it and that's all. The short car ride over didn't make it any better, you were sober and paranoid that your mama had older friends specifically watching you like a hawk!
Your nerves were shot hearing your heels clicking on the pavement, a few men draped in purple and gold were heading towards their car slowly walking past your group earning some jeers and a couple laughs.
"Ease up girl, got your knees locked up please don't pass out in front of these people.." Yasmin said with a tap on your shoulder.
"I'm not! I should've brought a jacket or a liquor coat at least. Did you get any pictures of Jaden?"
"Nah I got videos and I'm screaming in every one of them, his head is so damn big-"
"Jabber shaved him clean it look like his work.." Liyah snickered, inching closer to the front where ladies got in free and the men had to pay so getting inside was the easy part. You walked past at least 10 of them without any issues, keeping your head up and following Liyah who had to greet everyone and find her sisters, leaving you and Yasmin to find where they were selling the liquor.
Pregaming should've been the decision once you saw what they were charging for the drinks, you were kind enough to buy the first round for the girls but your refund wasn't about to spent on cheap liquor.
"40 lovebug.." The girl tapped on screen.
"Well shit.." You scoffed, tapping your card on the reader, looking over to Yasmin grabbing her own drink, pausing a moment before putting it up to her lips.
"Forty dollars?! We could've gotten a bottle for that.." She grumbled, walking off with her face scrunched up from the bitter taste. The building was packed full to the brim, people were shoulder to shoulder watching all of the other sororities stroll while the others mingled and partied. You waved over to the DJ who you knew from freshman year. The crazy blonde nodded back at you while you sipped the sharp contents in your red cup.
"You seen Jaden yet?" The frantic woman asked, hopping on her tiptoes to see above the crowd.
"He should be over there like every other bald nigga in here I'm sure.." You snickered, taking a small gulp out of your cup, clinging onto Yasmin like a lost puppy through the crowd towards the front where you found Jaden and his new brothers showing off.
The ground shook as the boys hopped around in sync, spinning around tossing up their hooks to their heads, a sight you knew all too well. That's when then music lowered and one od the new initiates calmed the crowd down so they could show everyone the information they had learned.
Yasmin pulled out her phone immediately the flash hitting him in the face though he didn't budge, the boys shouted and sung their hearts out, not once messing up a single word and somehow got a laugh out of you. Once they were finished, your cup of tequila ran dry and your social battery wasn't far behind it seeing the room flood not just with new initiates but older Ques as well.
Song 1
The color pink glanced over your vision and of course you assumed one of the LED's has switched over or one of the AKAs took over the lighting department either way it bothered you enough to the point where you turned your head around to find where it was coming from, not that you wanted to explore a que party. It was bad enough you heard your mother's voice screaming at you to leave but you knew that if you came as a group then you left as a group. That rule went out of the window once you realized Yasmin left you to find her boyfriend, you turn in the other direction towards where Liyah was strolling her ass off with her sisters, there was no excuse to go off and record since she wasn't leading it.
The obvious choice here would be to push off to the bar, grab a refill and wait for somebody you recognize but with how jam packed the crowd of women became you were damn near frozen in place as all of the shaven heads disappeared from the floor, making room for the Pros to showcase what they've been doing for years.
Girls were bumping into you parting the dancefloor all dramatic like it was the red sea earning a few scrunches to your face. The DJ mixed in a slower song and the loud shrills of women slowly erupted hearing the gruff sounds of barks coming from the back, a long line of purple and gold pooling in. Some were wearing their letters, some of them weren't wearing anything at all! You were standing next to a group of girls recording a tall man with a fresh taper fade smile towards the camera, another one with waves, it was like you were being attacked from all sides of the field! He continued on with the rest of his brothers and soon enough a widely known chant thundered through the room.
The woman in there knew the chants better than they did!
You couldn't lie and say some of them weren't nice to look at but the only thing you could hear in this moment was your mama making you swear to never set foot on Que property let alone be at a Que party! All you had to do was walk off but a commotion of noise, a nicely mixed DJ set and a glimpse of what looked like pink caught your attention.
Long, thick locs swung near your peripherals decorated in gold jewels glimmering off of the cameras flashing in his way. He was dipped in sweat due to the intoxicating heat swelling up in the building and the one suddenly forming between your thighs. A small shudder scorched down the spine of your back eyeing the gold chain sitting around on his neck, they scanned his tattoos on his right arm leading up to his chest. That signifying branding marked his left shoulder. You found out that the source of the pink was coming from him once you noticed his eyes heavy lidded and fuchsia pink like a laser beam. His hands were veiny and thick covered with rings wearing camo pants with the waistband of his boxers showing up just above his belly button. He carried a hefty happy trail along with his v line not too sharp but just enough to imagine laying your own tongue on it.
The way he moved not only did it call your attention, you felt like a snake being hypnotized by a purple and gold flute. A big, locced purple and gold flute.
He hopped closer, stomping the ground so hard with his boots, you even watched his shoe tongue flap with each movement you didn’t wanna miss a single detail, yet you were missing the biggest red flag of the evening. You go to lift your head to see that same pinkish glow connect instantly to your vision and your body ran hot.
The line paused right in front of you, holding the gaze for what felt like minutes. The sweaty bastard had the nerve to lick his grills showcasing a silver piercing sitting right in the middle barking at you with a smile. A sharp, gold plated smug smile. All of the women around were hollering his name and soon enough a chant had started again due to the man of the hour swinging his neck in your direction, like he was speaking directly to you.
Everyone knew the words. You knew them too.
You knew them yet your lips never parted, fearing that this was how they caught their prey, yet you didn't look away. You didn't want too. Keeping up a safe face, the pink eyed stranger moved along with his brothers down the line and you kept your eyes locked onto his frame, blinking yourself back to normal and few girls bumping into you to follow them along. You had one mission only, find your friends and get the hell on. You weren’t supposed to be here especially in the front row like a buzzard!
"Over here Y/n!" You heard your friend call with her arm covered in bracelets waving around in the air. You used her noisy arm to guide you to where they were, going to the man of the hour who finally had a moment to breath.
"Aye Congratulations! You made it out!" You exclaimed, giving your friend a big hug, wiping some of the sweat off of his bald head.
"I appreciate it.." He said with a sigh.
"You tired ain't you?"
"And the night's not over yet.." He said with a chuckle receiving a large pat on his back from a familiar face.
"Yeahhh That's right Ace!" A voice barked.
"Oh yeah, N/N this is Jabber! He's the president of this chapter." Her eyes narrowing in a way.
"We've met.." His voice cutting through the music.
"Have we?"
"Excuse me where are my manners?" He snickered holding out his tatted hand to give you a proper introduction. His demeanor was lighthearted with a sense of goofiness wavering over you causing your face to painfully pull into a smile.
"I'm Jabari Wonger, president of this chapter of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Innnncorporated majoring in Chemistry with a minor in Psychology.." He spoke proudly, recognizing the cadence of his words. You were silently wishing you could launch the back of your hand right into Liyah's snickering face knowing she had something to do with this.
"Nice to meet you Jabari..I'm N/n.." You said, skipping over the details hoping to end this interaction so you could make your way to the door.
"Alright n/n now we've met properly, what you babysitting in that cup?" His accent thicker than the humidity.
"It was tequila."
"Oh nah nah come with me I got something for you, ever had a cup of oil?" Jabber smiled, flashing those grills once again.
"Oil?"You questioned while Yasmin and Liyah giggle to themselves eyeing your reaction. You knew a few things about Greek life but clearly not enough if everyone else wasn't as clueless as you.
"It's good we promise, I'll get some with you." Yasmin said, walking closer to hold onto your arm.
"One cup.."
"That's all you'll need.." He said with a smirk, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. He held out his hand earning shocked looks from the girls, they swatted their hands at you to take it and you shook your head no before he looked back.
"You coming?"
~ Song 2
Walking into the kitchen like area people were standing around what looks like a big ass cooler sitting on the island filled with black liquid and various fruits floating around the mixture. People had their cups out waiting for one of the Ques to pour them a cupful, just once glance at the intoxicating mix made your stomach churn, it had enough alcohol into it to convert Wiz to be an alcoholic.
Jabber dapped up the man pouring the drinks, moving him out the way so he could take over grabbing you a fresh cup from the stack to dip it inside, filling its contents almost to the brim. You looked at the tatted man handing you the cup immediately looking back to your friends waiting patiently to get theirs with eyes that said "What the fuck do you have me drinking?"
He poured the girls some and like magic they disappeared back into the crowd once again leaving you in his presence. It was one thing to be a wing woman and leave you alone to do your thing but it's completely different when the thing you were trying to do wasn't working and that was to LEAVE!
"Here I'll take a sip with you.." Jabber said knocking you out of your long continuous train of thought. You watched his adam's apple bob up gulping it down like it was ice cold water, peering back to you taking a full sip, pursing your lips to mask your face from the kicking you in the mouth.
"This shit taste like.."
"Like juice I know.." He paused. "Where yo letters at?" He spoke up, his eyes scanning your physique looking around for any paraphernalia or anything attached to your bag with a sorority on it.
"I ain't affiliated I'm not in that life, strictly GDI.. You snicker, your pupils locked onto the black liquid as you sipped its contents.
"In that life.." He chuckles. "Indecisive or you focused on something else?"
"I don't wanna see you near 'em! It's nothing but trouble with all of 'em! Promise me Y/n!"
"Indecisive, my mama's a Delta and she's pushing for it.."
"Okay future Legacy..I saw them eyes don't think I forgot about that.."
"About what?" Your cheeks pulling at a hard smile.
"You know what I'm talking bout, yo jaw still out there.." His slick gold plated smile making another appearance in the low lit bar area. "One of yo boyfriends made the line or-
"I'm here for my friend it ain't even like that I don't mess around with 1911.." You shut him down quick chuckling at your own joke
"So I've heard.." His hot pink eyes dancing from your lips to your pupils, licking his own to stop him from biting them. The colors of the LEDs flashed on his skin as he talked and it would be a lie if you said you weren't following his every movement, the way he swayed leaning his back on the kitchen counter peering down at you. You weren't tiny but his figure made it seem like he could swallow the entire room with his energy alone, there was no way you could keep up the eye contact yet Jabber had his ways of keeping you focused on him. The air was thick and sharp due to the liquor you were standing right beside, the music was loud but not to where you couldn't hear yourself think but what would be the point? Words didn't make sense in this split second of a moment, your mind was flooded with images of him slinging his tongue around and that was enough to convince you that his powers were working.
"…but I promise you I've seen you somewhere else.." His words coming through like your ears has been unplugged.
"I'm not even on campus enough for you to see me you can't use that on me.." You laughed with him, his long locs moving along his body as he swayed.
"It's hitting you like that?" You joked.
"Oh I'm two cups down you gotta catch up lil mama..wait I ain't get your na-"
Song 4-7
Another song queued up in the atmosphere as Jabber's question fell on silent ears once his head leaned back knowing he had to find his brothers. You peered behind him to see a few of the organizations line up and in the crowd you spotted Liyah front and center knowing that this was your escape route to get out but a strange part of you wanted to linger around in his presence. Whether it was the liquor or not you hated to admit he was clever with his words and corny enough to make your sides hurt.
"You gon keep an eye on me?"
"Not this time..but you'll see me somewhere."
"Imma get that dance." Jabber smirked, creating an inside joke and knife deep tension in the air.
You only gave a smile at him, walking off into the crowd towards Liyah letting out a deep breath of relief. You did the deed! You spoke and had a conversation with a man in purple and gold and didn't die. Part of you knew it was silly and kinda corny to be this paranoid but the other part had it's reasons
It's stupid, outdated reasons.
You pushed through the neos and made your way to the Pros with your phone out ready to record on the sidelines still sipping that oil in your cup suddenly tasting like sharp juice.
A familiar voice made your skin jump once you heard Jabber and his brothers coming from the other direction, you kept your camera steady on Liyah throwing her elbows hard enough to crack a nostril, you learned your lesson real good last year when she crossed not to get too close.
Step by step, one hop after the other he inched closer, it was starting all over again but this time you were determined to get your footage and move on with Liyah right out the door. You quickly got back in the line of people saving all of your clips looking down a second too long seeing the sea of red fade into a pool of purple and there he was right in the middle throwing his hook in the air and shaking his neck as his locs flung around. It was impossible to look away especially when that comforting color of pink filled the atmosphere.
One of the men stepping along the room went in the crowd and swooped a girl right off her feet, hopping her to the groove of the song and then another followed by a quick yelp each time, now that comforting color of pink blared into a fiery red, your heart changed up it's pattern thudding in your chest like a beat up fan.
Jabber had set his target in stone.
One second you were on the ground and the next you felt weightless watching the angle of all the cameras change. Your legs wrapped around his waist like it was an instinct and you didn't know if you wanted to shield your face from all the eyes or focus on him but Jabber made that choice for you.
The way his voice rattled in your chest as slung his tongue around his lips, saying the words with a growl tucked in his throat. It didn't help that your heat was pressed up against his toned stomach and every time he jumped you went right along with him slightly grinding against him.
His sweat marked your dress like a souvenir and that same smoky scent covered your lungs like you were being hypnotized by a baked good. You wanted to see if he tasted just as sweet, the oil was doing exactly what it was supposed to do, lubricating your walls and allowing that glossy look to wax over you.
Your arms nestle around his neck and you couldn't contain your own giggles and smiles any longer and soon enough he sat you back down on your two heels at the end of the line but some of his brother kept their girls in the air toting them around like trophies.
"Told you I'd get it.."
"That ain't funny! And it doesn't count we wasn't dancing."
"Show me what we 'posed to do.." His eyes flickering up and down.
Everyone in the room ha spread out and went off into their own worlds with the all of the fraternity's colors covering the living room floor. You had a feeling that Liyah was somewhere near the front door and hunting for Yasmin became a lost cause, alarms were ringing in your ears or what you heard from the bass of the speakers knocking your eardrums. People surrounded the two of you enclosing the both of you into your own bubble, Jabber took a hold of your hand turning you around your ass connected to his hip pushing up against you while you gave him a little taste of what you could do.
His tatted hand rested on your cheeks as you bent over to get a better feel of what was poking you underneath the material of your dress. That's when you felt Jabber's hands grip your waist fully, pulling you back to slow your movements before releasing you to move faster. A moment you were glad nobody had their cameras on to see.
You were being so thankful about your dress covering that slick sound of your other set of lips starting up a conversation you were urging to have, with the way he was slightly humping your hips to the beat of the song you didn't know how much restraint and resolve you had left in you. Although, you were having too much a good time to think about what your hips were doing, you didn't make a commotion in the crowd but to Jabber all eyes were on you grinding back on him while your ass moved.
A cold shiver ran up your spine as Jabber's hand snaked up your back to wrap around your throat, turning you back in his direction. His pink eyes peered down at you squeezing your neck like he was trying to stop himself from sliding his tongue in your mouth. He pulled in his bottom lip releasing some of that pressure off your neck turning his head to the side smiling hard.
"Quit playing with me.."
You stepped close to his frame, close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath hesitant with your words, fighting a war in your mind and the oil was winning
One kiss wouldn't hurt right?
It was a miracle the way you didn't slip on your own feet walking up the stairs although you spoke too soon seeing Jabber stumble a bit in the unfamiliar hallway. Tiny giggles filled your ears as his little mishap ended with his back pressed up against the wall and your tongue shoved into his mouth earning a satisfied groan from his lips.
His hands shuffled from your hips down to your ass poking out of the small material underneath, cupping and squeezing with a firm grip, laying a heavy smack causing you to gasp into his mouth. You took this opportunity to pull on his bottom lip, taking a small second to look at his tongue piercing before going back in to decorate his face with sticky glossy kisses.
Before you knew you it your back slammed against a nearby wall, lips were smashing together damn near clashing with his grills. Soft heavy hands carefully explored your body as you sucked in a breath from his rings gliding over your ass, sent adrenaline to your mind as he gives it a sloppy squeeze followed by a heavy smack which left you moaning in his mouth.
"Un uh c'mere.." He smirked on your lips as the two of you stumbled back and forth.
"Come get me.." You murmured.
Your arms attached around his neck inching deeper into the kiss. Your little grunts and whimpers only fueled Jabber ego knowing his touch had you ready to melt at merely nothing. He hooked your leg around his side, daring to pick you up like he did in front of every camera in the building, the sinister giggle he left on your lips gave you just strength to do it again! In one swift motion he scooped you back into his arms, pushing your thighs up further than they were supposed to go.
"W-where you- Jabari!"
Jabber placed you up onto his shoulders, your thighs resting perfectly around his neck face to face with your cunt radiating heat and like the nasty dog he was he sniffed you out, moaning to himself before going in to peel the thin material to the side with diving head first into your leaking pussy.
All you could do while the bass of the music boomed through the walls was catch your breath in the palm of your hand. Your other hand dug deep into his locs forcing his warm lips to kiss her first and he was quick to grant your wish. Jabber's tongue soothed your sensitive bud with a long nasty stripe quickly lapping at your juices letting it run down his chin. Like he gave a fuck about making a mess.
He shook his head side to side smearing your slick around, hands gripping on to your trembling thighs oh so tight they left indents on your skin and your back was trapped on the wall, elevated in the dark atmosphere.
"Oh…shit.." Your voice only coming up to whisper as your mind wondered just how high he had you in the air. Quickly, your eyes scanned the dark room ahead of you noticing the ceiling just a few feet away and a pink eyed que dog drooling all over your cunt. Soft subtle moans could be heard from him seeing his eyes shoot up at you and the bastard had the nerve to smirk against your clit, flashing those gold grills while his tongue teased that hole aching for something to fill her. A long mewl later and Jabber's lips wrapped around your now swollen bud aiming to drain that orgasm sitting heavy on your lower stomach.
"D-don't let me…fuck. I don't wanna fallll.." You whined, ignoring your own thoughts by bucking your hips into his mouth, feeling him flatten his tongue so you could grind on the ball of his tongue piercing.
"Mhmmm I wont baby.." His voice muffled by your folds and the sounds of your pussy playing with his tongue. He found his way inside of your heat, pressing past that first ring of resistance earning a harsh gasp from you and a pleasing groan from the nasty dog.
You were practically sucking his tongue inside the way he spread it out made your eyes cross over themselves yet Jabber still pushed on, sliding his wet muscle in and out.
"Oh my god..how you…shit right there right…" You were mumbling tipsy nonsense while you were humping this random man's face and you couldn't stop a thing if you wanted to due to you dangling in mid air. You took both of your hands tangling them into his hair as your walls quivering around his tongue ready to make his grills shine so fucking bright with your slick.
"Gimme that shit.." He pulls back to spit a long drabble of spit on your already glistening cunt, diving right back in lapping up your clit as he slurped to clean up his mess and create a new one at the same time.
"C-Cumming J-ja..I"
"Jabber baby..Jabber.."
"Fuck! Jabber!"
Your felt your body slip off of the wall just an inch watching Jabber pull you in closer to savor your taste, sending a shock wave of nerves across your body only aiding in your building orgasm ready to burst. However, you came oh so close to the top just for Jabber to snatch his jaw away right at the last second causing your thighs to quake around his neck. His dick throbbed at the sight of your dripping cunt oozing all for him, he couldn't catch his breath!
"Taste like juice.." He hummed diving back into your heat with tongue extended layering long heavy licks causing all of your nerves to come undone into his mouth satiating his hunger.
"Y-Yessss.." His filthy lips wouldn't stop, he sucked your orgasm right out of you and continued his sloppy uncoordinated movements, groaning out loud as he slobbered all over your twitching clit
"Oh my god..pussy don't want me to leave do she?" He growled, teasing your hole with the tip of his tongue before flicking up towards your clit then back down to plunge inside tasting your slick walls. His nose nestled right on the mound of your cunt lightly brushing the hood of your clit causing your eyelids to glitch and your legs to squirm on his shoulders fighting that pressure rising once again.
Your thighs closing in on his jaw wasn't enough to make Jabber lose his focus, instead he laid a heavy ring filled smack against your flesh, grunting into your cunt while his fingers left indents in your skin. It didn't matter if your thong was in the way or not he felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit again and again, holding your clit in his mouth feeling your hole leak more of your juices on the side of his face.
"Fuckkkk…"
"Jabarrrriiiii..ohhh shit!' You cried out, slamming a hand over your mouth while your body convulsed, your eyes dancing around the dark office like room.
Jabber slid your legs off of his shoulders, listening to your heels clack and stagger against the hard floor. You felt like a fresh baby deer the way your knees knocked together though the moment lasted mere seconds before you dropped down to your knees, head woozy from the mysterious oil. It didn't matter if it was your own doing or the help of the alcohol the only thing that lingered in your mind was figuring out what he tasted like, Jabber was on the same page.
"See what that mouth talking bout.." Jabber unbuckled his belt, the clicks of the metal ringing in your ears revealed the rest of that happy trail you envisioned earlier, the way your mouth drooled you felt like a dog in heat yourself. When you were mindlessly hopping around in his arms and felt his semi poking you underneath your dress, your mind instantly pictured your lips wrapped around the head of his dick never did you think you would have a chance to showcase your imagination
His natural musky scent filled your nostrils as his dick sprung free from his boxers tapping his ridiculously carved stomach, the main reason he stopped your climax from crashing down was to prevent his own from sneaking up on him. He winced grabbing his own length, spreading the nasty white liquid with each stroke squeezing out semi clear beads of pre.
You groaned at the sight, sliding your wet pink muscle out decorated in spit lines, taunting him, silently begging him to cave in and do his worst yet he only inched inside of your warm mouth, coating his shaft as he pumped into your throat at an agonizingly slow pace. Lewd sounds of him hitting your uvula over and over drove him insane, thank god for the music or else the entire party would've heard his steady grunts or your throat filling up with spit.
Your acrylic hands wrapped around his slippery shaft stroking him into your mouth, moaning on his dick as you swirled your tongue around his tip, neck bobbing up and down
"Ahhh fuck! No hands..no hands give em here.."He huffed, grabbing at them rather than swatting them away so he could intertwine his fingers with yours keeping them steady on the wall. His hips rolled further into your mouth producing nasty globs of spit to fall on the sides of your chin, easily sliding in and out with no resistance. You were breathing manually through your nose, eyes shut prickling with tears forced to listen to his drunken praises and low gutteral moans leaving his body due to your throat tightening up on him.
"There you go there you- oh my god! That's a good girl take it..slobbering on my dick like this look at you making such a pretty mess mama.." He cooed, hesitant to keep up his movements as his knees buckled underneath the hot and heavy pressure rising in his lower stomach. Your spit muffled moans only made it worst! Your eyes flutter open gazing up at Jabber's illuminated eyes peering right back at you with his bottom lip tucked in, his breathing hitched in his chest fighting off those loose whimpers escaping his own throat.
"Mhmm you want me to cum all on this face don't you baby? Keep that throat open for me gahhhh- fuck!" He slurred, confused in his own mind why his balls were tightening up so quick, it felt foreign to him. His thrusts became sharp, powerful and sloppy hoping to ruin your voice not just from you screaming his name. Jabber plunged back and forth each time grunting harder to keep himself steady, running his mouth through gritted teeth. He squeezed your hands tighter as you felt his balls hit your chin at a faster pace, they tignten up and the cramp in his lower stomach became too much for him to handle.
"It's like that? You gon make me cum like that? Imma give it too you ma..Imma- shhhiiiitt!" You felt his tip jump in your mouth followed by a sharp savory taste staining your tongue before he abruptly pulls himself out of your mouth to spray your lips with the rest of his seed like he was painting you with fresh lip gloss.
"Ho my god you done made me nut off some head?"
You only moan in response swallowing every drop trying to finally catch your breath, if being held up in the air made your legs tremble you weren't prepared for what Jabber had in store as he stood there still stroking himself to spread the sensitivity, what you were about do next definitely took the que dog once he saw you stand back into your feet hiking up that homemade dress up to expose your aching cunt spilling and spitting up your juices.
"Put it in me.." You murmured, the muffled bass of the music thumping in the room.
"Thats what you want?" He grinned, inching closer to plant his hand right beside your skull on the wall, taking the other to draw lazy patterns on your thigh, cupping the fleshy material to wrap it around his waist. He tugged on that thong nesting so perfectly between your cheeks tossing them on the floor. Jabber leaned into the side of your neck and you swore you heard that signature bark in your ears but instead the slick bastard laid a nasty lick on your skin angling the tip of his dick to line up with your entrance carefully sliding your slick up and down on his shaft.
"All night you've been giving me that look…uh huh that look right there.." His voice melting like butter as your eyes locked on to each other. "I gotchu mama he gon get you right.." He taps your clit 3 times, being so polite to knock before he enters leaning his hips forward allowing him to ease his way inside of your tight cunt sucking him into your warmth. The both of groaning at the point of connection.
"Ouuu fuck…"
"Let him stretch you out…"
"Y-yesss J-jabber…"
"Louder baby they can't hear you.." He smiled, keeping his position steady rising your thigh up once again to hook on his shoulder to give him the deepest angle watching your face fall apart with each stroke. Your words couldn't be processed the only noises that could be made out where broken slurred syllables of his name. Your hands rested on his shoulder digging your nails into his skin as you rubbed on his body, your fingertips ran over that branding sitting on his shoulder and it drove your mind into pieces feeling his muscles tense up underneath you.
Your sopping wet cunt became the star of the hour as he pushed up inside of you, eyes focused on watching your every movement. The veins of his dick rubbed up on your creamy walls puncturing that gspot he found in no time sending black and white stars to your vision with the color pink dancing around in your mind.
“Over the music? Huh? Yeahhhh You want everybody to know what i’m doing to you.. I knew…you were…a slut…”
He slung his dick deep inside of your core with each word, grinning to himself as the color white stained him like a brand new paint job. You growled and drooled onto the wall with joyful tears staining your face as your swollen cunt spat out more of your sticky fluids, dribbling down your thighs.
“You tightening up on me? H-Hah…shhhit! Yeahhhh I know, this dick fucking you stupid? Already?” He laughed, stuttering on his own moans as he felt your sloppy pussy clamp down on his length, tugging him in like a warm hug.
“Deep, long strokes is what this pussy needs? Listen to this shit." He trailed off from the feeling of his dick slowing it's pace to watch you swallow him up
"So...thick...fuck!"
"Keep talking bout it." He smirked.
"I feel..so fucking full.." You whined, plopping your hips back to keep you with his ridiculously slow thrusts. You felt his hand creep up by the side of your face, whimpering as his fingers slipped in your mouth allowing you to suckle on them muffling you further as his hips picked up speed You drooled like a bitch in heat with your eyes rolling back in pure drunken ecstasy,.
"Jab-berr!!"
"That dick got you drunk mama?" His voice came out almost like a growl, breathing so hard against your neck. There was no way in hell you were about to stare him down while he slung his dick in you like this, yet Jabber didn't give a fuck what you wanted in this moment. He grabbed your chin with no hesitation, forcing your eyes to peering to his pretty pink orbs as he drug his dick in and out, his cheeks pulled into a ridiculous smirk seeing you go in and out of that subconscious trying to stay in the moment instead of going to la la land.
"Where you at?" He lays a few taps to your face, slowing down just a bit to get a good look at you.
"I'm good I'm good…please…don't stop.." You whined to him, your words still coming out coherent enough for him to keep going, that was all the consent he needed to pull out of your soul sucking cunt to turn you around to face the wall. Your hands held on to the surface as Jabber spat right on the crack of your ass spreading it with the tip of his dick right before he pushed back inside of your heat, a long cracked out moan leaving his lips.
"Pussy so….ssssfuck!" He winced as he stood there remaining still letting that pressure build up, you took your hand to spread your cheeks open just so you could push back on his dick with slow, calculated bounces. You felt his skin clap against yours and your juices coat his dick disappearing inside of you over and over. It was like something in your mind had switched over, that searing hot feeling of his dick pressing past that barrier hit like crack, spreading yourself wider so you could take every inch not realizing you were giving him more access to fuck you up how he wanted to.
"Take this pussy from me.." Your own lustful thoughts failing you due to your words being spat out loud. You slammed your hips down with a much harder force
"This my pussy?"
"Oh fuck…yessss."
"Stop lying.." His dick sliding in and out of your pussy at a steady rate as patches of white cream covered his shaft. "Fuck why you creaming on my dick like this?"
"You stuffing me so fucking good.."
"Gon make me cum in this pussy, you gon let me cum in this pretty pussy?" he lays a heavy smack to your ass, slamming into your squeezing cunt that much harder, knocking the wind out of your lungs, there was no where to run! He had your head pinned against the wall with his ring covered hand, pussy spread open taking every inch he promised to give.
You paid his question no mind not giving a fuck about the repercussions in this very second, he could cum in your mouth, buss one on your face and damn sure cum inside of you if he kept laying that thick length inside of your creamy walls the way he did. How could Jabber keep his composure with your ass swallowing him up? Your pussy choking him out like he owed you something? You could tell how close he was based on how his hips slurred with his sloppy non-calculated thrusts. He was no good.
Jabber removed his hand from your back popping his thumb into his mouth coating it with spit laying it back on your puckering hole gazing back at him, he teased you with the tip of his thumb testing the waters as he popped it inside with ease, groaning at the sight of his dick entering you and him pulling you back like a cock sleeve.
"Hooo my fucking god…" Jabber growled shoving his free hand to the side of your face, mushing you into the wall as he pumped his dick inside of you, playing with that hole pushing it in further. His gold cover smirk illuminated the room as his threw his hips into your stomach watching the recoil on your ass ripple time and time again.
"Im gonna cum if you keep—fucking me—like….like ohhhh Jabber!" Your mouth was clamped over by Jabber's cool ringed hands turning your wild outlandish screams into muffled bass just like the music still bumping from downstairs. Jabber should've covered his own drunken lips since his moans were just as broken as yours. His heavy warm breaths along with cracked out whimpers mixed into the air, his hips ricocheting off your ass.
"Please..please mama cum all over this dick..oh fuck! Let me cum in this pussy please? Move yo fucking hand!" He barked, grabbing a hold of your wrist to keep it in place, slowing his strokes down creating a mind numbing pace coaxing more of those sweet juices to drip on the floor.
The pressure of his dick hitting your inner core over and over swelled up like gas in a balloon, you felt like you had to pee yet he didn't stop digging so deep inside of your pretty pussy, he was determined to pull everything out of you and then some, the bright idea to push him back became a futile one as he slipped his thumb out to pick your body off of the wall like a rag doll placing you on a nearby dark wood desk. His arm shoved the papers, pens and pencils all to the ground just to place your body on the surface returning his painfully pleasurable pace holding your ass cheeks open to lay another line of spit on your ass watching it dribble down
"Such a nasty lil bitch.." He grumbled
"You a…nasty….fucking…dog…"
"Say it again…say that shit again!"
"You a…fucking…dog…..jabber…fuck!" A sharp cry echoes throughout the dark room as your juices trickled down your legs making a small puddle on the floor. Your thighs convulsed together and your stomach cramped from how deep he was punching your guts. All of your moans mixed in with Jabber's strung out groans feeling his dick twitch so deep inside, you didn't have time nor the energy to notice your phone going off the hook in your bag that fell on the floor moments earlier.
Your arms stretched out over the hardwood gripping onto the edge of the desk while you drooled, letting your eyes bounced along with your body as Jabber crumpled up the bottom of your dress using it as leverage to bring you back on his dick every time.
Heavy smacks stung your skin feeling his thrusts becoming sporadic and hungry, he leaned forward to sink his teeth into the back of your neck, using his whole hand to grab you up by the neck to sling you down on his dick, regaining a second wind listening to the lewd sounds of your pussy gagging on him.
PLOP PLOP PLOP
"Stuff this pussy..I can't take this…I- Yessss Jabber!" You turned your head around like a dunce to try and get a glimpse of him, drilling his length so deep.
"Yeah you can baby…oh I know…" He whined, his eyes widened once he locked eyes with you, gazing at your mouth being agape from his dick throbbing inside of your walls
"Bark for me.." He snickered, changing up his rhythm to hit your core spot on shoving his dick in and pulling it out to his tip to repeat those long, deep strokes inside of your stomach.
Your throat only let out a low guttural growl before Jabber left a hefty hand print on your ass from smacking it in the same place over and over.
"Bark for me." This time sounding more like a command then a request and just like that a small bark left your lips followed by a mewling growl of the next orgasm settling in.
"Yeah baby…like you want it…Bark like youu…oh fuck I'm cumming baby I'm finna nu-gahhhhh damnn..!" He exclaimed, immediately pulling out to layer thick shots of his cum all over your ass in nasty heavy spurts. His hands pumped his dick coating in your mixture squeezing the remnants out of his swollen tip. Your screams were silenced by your own hands slamming over your lips once more to muffle the blow as a stream of your juices cleaned his dick off in seconds.
The both of you were dripping in sweat, breathing hard and almost as drunk as his neos outside of the room partying.
Sitting in the after glow, the coolness of Jabber's rings rubbing your ass to soothe you felt just as intoxicating as his dick, the foggy clouds settled over your mind feeling your legs tremble in place like a muscle spasm.
"FIND LIYAH!" Your mind yelled at you, the longer you stayed around in this room, the longer you would have to sit in the overpowering guilt of knowing what you just did. It was supposed to be just a few kisses! How the hell did you stumble upstairs into this office in the first place? You stumbled around the room looking around on the ground to find your buzzing purse and to quickly do something about your hair sweating out. A spare hair tie did the trick once you put your style in a quick half ass low ponytail. There no getting rid of the evidence but the main goal your body focused on was to move.
"W-where you going lil mama? Aye- easy-" You scurried out of the room before he could even finish his sentence, rushing down the dwindling staircase in your heels careful not miss a step. You made it to the bottom and began to fumble through your purse to find your phone only to look up to see your friend yelling at you from across the building with her phone to her ear.
"Y/N! Over here!
"Y/n where did you go?!" Liyah said in a worried tone.
"I went to see a man bout a dog..we gotta go.." You stammered.
Jabber emerged from the same door moments later adjusting his pants making that same journey down the steps only to find that same thong on the steps quickly picking it up and slowly hesitated before he took a deep sniff with the thong he had collected off of the floor, looking around to see if he could spot the logo of that dress, your eyes in the crowd anything. He had to at least see the girl that just took his virginity one more time but you were nowhere to be found.
One of his brothers came up to him, patting his shoulder knocking him out of his drunken train of thought.
"Yo we were looking for you! The cooler running low and one of the Neos throwing up bad in the back- " He paused looking down at Jabber's hand still holding the black thong.
"You bagged?!"
"I smashed…" Jabber joined his brother in a goofy ass mini celebration following him to the back to help out his neos while you sat in the passenger seat of your friend's car replaying the events over…and over….and over. Classes would start back tomorrow, tryouts for the CT Majorettes began the week after meaning you were about to be too busy and you would never have to see his face again let alone another Omega plot on campus.
You swore to yourself to never look back but a certain someone was just about to start his search.
I can't lie this one is a new personal favorite and I hope it becomes yours too! Who knows where this may go it all depends on you guys but you know the rules love. As Always I'll imagine with you soon until next time dolls!
something Something,,,,,big Buff typical alpha male incel guy wanting to become better/step away from the red pill BS just cause his new neighbor chubby fem reader is a good person to him. not even just to him, specifically-
no no , he notices that ur just Nice and patient with everyone- can even Get that hissy stray cat to let you pet her while it growls at the mere sight of him,,,he’s Deeply unhappy as he is now and seeing you- it makes him wanna live ur life
makes him wanna trade his protein packed, fat free, flavorless, planned meals that he has to reheat every day for the flavorful, delicious food you make fresh every day
seeing you make effortless small talk and questioning people about where they got their shoes or their shirt,,,makes him wanna reach out and be as social as you
overhearing you invite your friends over every week,,,talking with them for hours and laughing, just having a good time with them-
reminds him of how lonely he really is, with the life he’s chosen. he chose it bc he’s helplessly socially awkward and never knows how to Not say the wrong thing on dates, plus his sensitive, acne prone skin has always been an insecurity of his- esp when his high school bullies created a facebook page of him ‘pepperoni face’. his worst bully was a girl and maybe that’s where his bitterness toward them started? maybe with his mom, who stayed when his dad left and never let him forget it? or maybe-
sure he has his online friends who cheer on his gym progress and shit talk the women in their lives- more like, shit talk the women they encounter, cause god knows they don’t actually have women in their lives besides their moms who want better for them- and his coworkers respect him, but-
he wants to know how to live a life like yours
and maybe it starts with blocking all his red pill online friends and ends with knocking on your door with an empty plate and a nervous smile
Oooooo you got me thinking.
Let's call this guy Eugene
CW: chubby fem reader x incel guy, he changes for the better but he's an asshole at first, fatphobia, red pill bullshit themes
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So, I think you set the scene for Eugene really well. Awkward, antisocial kid who grows up into an even more awkward adult, bullied for his skin problems that he can't control, super tall and chubby as a kid and so he decides to change all that by going to the gym. After years of training, he's acquired the "perfect" physique, but he still can't talk to girls. It's no wonder that he fell down a red pill pipeline and blamed women for all his problems.
He goes on like this for a couple years, blaming women, going to his IT job and the gym and the grocery store but holes himself up in his apartment the rest of the time. His hatred grows by the day, but so does his loneliness. He doesn't recognize it at first, but what he really wants is a deep and meaningful connection with someone who genuinely cares about him.
And then you move in to the apartment next to his.
He doesn't meet you for the first few weeks, he's too busy with his miserable everyday life, but when he finally does meet you, it's by the mailboxes on the first floor.
"It's been so humid lately, huh?" you say, turning the key to your mailbox.
He's shocked that you'd start a conversation with him. Women don't usually give him a second glance.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"I hope it rains soon, like a big thunderstorm, but I hope it happens when I'm at home so I can cuddle on the couch with my cat and watch TV. I don't wanna be outside when it happens because then I'll get soaked."
He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't even looked at you yet. He just grunts in response, shifting through his minimal mail.
You close the mailbox and lock it.
"Well, have a good day," you say before you turn to walk up the stairs. Only then does he glance at you, seeing a pretty sundress and a fat ass. He admires your figure until you disappear, and then he goes up to his apartment.
To his surprise, you're standing outside the apartment next to his, looking at your mail. When he comes up the stairs, you look at him and smile, and he gets this weird feeling in his chest.
"Oh! Do you live on this floor too?"
"Ah... yeah."
"I just moved in so I haven't met everyone yet," you say with a laugh. You shift your mail to one hand and hold out the other. "I'm Y/N."
He's hesitant, but he eventually takes your hand and shakes it. It's smaller than his, soft too. This might be the first time he's ever held a woman's hand.
"Eugene."
"Oh, that's a nice name! 'Eugene'. Do you ever go by 'Gene'?"
"No."
"Ah, got it, then I'll just stick with Eugene in the future."
He doesn't want to take his hand away, but he does, grunting in response.
"Well, I gotta go make dinner, but it was nice to meet you, Eugene," you say with a sickeningly sweet smile. He nods, rushing over to his own apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside, back pressing against the door after he shuts it.
He's hot all over, confused as to why you were being so nice to him. Do you like him? Do you think he's attractive? He doubts the acne scars on his face made a good impression. He needs to book that dermaplaning appointment soon.
While he heats up his prepped meal for the week, he asks his discord friends what they think about his encounter with you.
> she's probably just looking for money. Don't fall for it
> yeah she probably already has a boyfriend anyways
> holy shit dude i met the dumbest foid at the coffee shop today
The conversation takes a turn. He eats his meal in silence.
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The next time you meet, it's in the parking lot.
"Eugene!" you yell, trotting over. He stops near his car, waiting for you. "Hey, are you busy? Can I bother you for a sec?"
"What is it?" You smile sheepishly.
"Well, you see, I can't get my car started, and I really need to get to the store. I'm making dinner for my friends tonight and don't have all the ingredients. I only need one or two things! It would be a really quick trip! And I can pay you for driving me there and back!"
He thinks for a moment. Here he is, a pretty girl asking for his help. He could say 'no' and just go to the gym like he planned, leave you high and dry, but... you're making this pleading face with your hands clasped in front of you, desperate. His mind is telling him to leave you to fend for yourself, but you're tugging at his heart strings.
He sighs.
"Yeah, sure. I can take you to the store."
You squeal, bounce and clap your hands.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so so much! I can take out some cash at the store for you when we go through the checkout. Thank you, thank you!"
He drives you to the store, goes inside with you while you shop, and you're talking the whole time. Normally he would find a yapping woman to be annoying, but it's not so bad when you do it. Plus, you keep asking questions about him, trying to get to know him better. He hasn't had someone try to get to know him for a long time.
"So, how long have you been working out?" you ask when you go down yet another aisle. This grocery trip is turning longer than he expected, but he still dutifully pushes the cart behind you.
He turns flustered at that, staring down at the items in your cart. There is definitely more than 'one or two' items in here.
"Excuse me." He looks up, seeing you approach a woman. "I don't mean to bother you, but I love your dress. It's so colorful and pretty!"
"Oh my god, thank you!" the woman beams. "I got it from Kohl's!"
"Oh em gee, seriously? I haven't been there in forever!"
"Yeah, it's their new summer collection. They have some really cute stuff; you should check it out!"
"I'll definitely have to, thank you!"
"Also," she leans closer, talking quieter, "you smell so good!"
"Oh my gosh, thank you! It's actually a dupe for this really expensive perfume. Hold on, lemme look it up for you."
He watches in awe at the interaction. Did all women connect like this so easily? Was it just you? How did you get that woman to talk to you so easily and naturally? You two were acting like close friends as you showed her your phone.
"Look, this website has it for twenty five dollars. I think I got it for, like, thirty dollars on another website."
"Oh my god, girl, I'm gonna finish up in the store and go home to buy it right now."
The both of you laugh and wish each other a good day, and then you part like nothing happened. He's shocked by the whole experience, but comes to when you place another item in the cart.
"Sorry for taking so long," you apologize with a smile. "I promise I'm almost done!"
When you get to the check out, you scan your items and go to pay.
"Is twenty okay?" you ask him, pulling out your card.
"Ah..." He twists his mouth. "Don't worry about it."
You look at him, confused.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind. You helped me out a lot today."
"It's no big deal," he replies, picking at the skin on his thumb. "I don't need the money."
You pout, then hum, looking back at the checkout screen.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to pay you back some other way."
That one sentence sends his mind racing. What do you mean 'some other way'? Are you talking about sex? Are you gonna let him fuck you? Maybe you'll suck his dick, or maybe he'll finally get to lose his virginity. He's chubbing up at just the thought.
"Alright, let's go!"
He drives the two of you home, holding the steering wheel to try and hide his shaking hands. He's getting nervous. He's not sure if he wants to lose his virginity to you. Yeah, you're pretty, but you're bigger than he typically goes for. He'd rather fuck a skinny girl instead with big tits and a bubble butt. Although, your butt is big, so maybe he can take you from the back and pretend you're someone else.
He gets to the apartment, but you greet a stray cat before you go inside. It purrs and rubs up against your leg, but when it sees him, it arches its back and hisses before scurrying off.
"He's such a dick, isn't he?" you say to him with a smile. "He only likes me because I smell like a girl kitty."
Eugene helps you carry the groceries upstairs to your apartment. When he enters, he marvels at how nice it looks compared to his, so full and bright. It smells good too, like flowers. He's never been in a woman's apartment before.
A cat comes around the corner and chirps, and he prepares to be hissed at again, but instead it comes close and sniffs his leg.
"That's my Reggie," you coo, making high pitched, nonsensical sounds until your cat trots over and rubs up against you. "She's my little stinky."
He hums, waiting for you to 'pay him back'. Would you do it now? Or would you wait until tonight, after your friends leave?
"Again, thank you so much for your help today," you tell him. "I'd love to make you dinner as a way to say 'thank you', if that's okay with you."
He deflates. He wanted a blowjob at the very least, but if he says that, you'll probably get angry and never speak to him again. For some reason, that thought makes him upset, so he keeps his mouth shut and nods.
"Cool! I'm making chicken parm with spaghetti and vodka sauce tonight. There should be plenty of leftovers if you'd like some, but if you'd like something else, I can always make you something different on another night."
"No... that sounds fine."
"Awesome. It should be ready around six, so just come over with a plate and I'll give you as much as you want!"
"Sure. Thanks," he says, going to the door.
"See ya later!" you call behind him.
When he's back in his apartment, he goes to a subreddit for advice.
I helped my pretty neighbor and now she's making me dinner. What should I do?
He describes his situation in detail, even down to the hissing cat that seemed to like you. He asks for answers quick, and he gets them.
> She sounds nice! Hope the dinner goes well
> Maybe she likes you? Just see how things go
> Just enjoy the dinner and be grateful. Plenty of men would KILL to be in your position.
He sighs, not happy with the responses. He decides to go out to the gym like he planned and come back home to write some code for an upcoming project.
He showers before six, putting on some nicer jeans and a t-shirt. He fusses with his hair in the mirror, wondering if he should get it cut.
Next thing he knows, he's outside your apartment door, hearing laughing coming from inside. He's not sure if he should knock: you're probably having a good time and don't want to be interrupted.
He musters up the courage to knock, and you open the door within seconds.
"Eugene!" you say with glee, making his heart pound. "I'm so glad you came! C'mon in, let me make you a plate."
He follows you into the apartment. He counts four women in the living room with wine glasses, glancing at him. He looks away.
"The chicken just got out of the oven, so you gotta let it cool for a bit before you eat. Do you want the chicken on top of the spaghetti?"
"Uh... sure."
You hum as you take his plate and start layering food. You give him a heaping helping of spaghetti, laying a chicken cutlet on it and adding more sauce on top.
"Oh! I also made a salad and cookies. Would you like some of that too?"
"Um... yeah, okay."
You grab a bowl from your cabinet and fill it with salad, balancing a chocolate chip cookie on the edge before handing both dishes back to him.
"Let me know what you think. If you like it and I have leftovers, I can give you some."
He nods and grunts. He travels to the front door, hands full. You open the door for him.
"Have a good night, Eugene. If we're being too loud, just come yell at us."
"Shut up, Y/N!" your friend says, laughing.
He leaves, balancing his dishes when he opens his apartment door and closes it. He grabs some silverware, sits down on his couch, setting down his food on his TV tray. He listens to you and your friends laugh as he starts with the salad. It's surprisingly good, full of rich greens and other veggies. Once he thinks the chicken has cooled enough, he cuts into it, taking a bite.
It takes everything in his power not to moan at the taste.
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He's jealous of you—no, envious. He's envious of you and the life you live. You make friends with everyone you talk to and walk through life like it's a breeze, like it's as easy as breathing to you. He wants to live life like that, to make friends with everyone, get a girlfriend, be happy.
He's realized now that he's miserable. He doesn't have anything to live for, anything that makes him truly happy. He has the gym, but his physique doesn't get him women. He has his job, but anyone could write code, so he feels easily replaceable.
He thinks that the only thing that brings him joy is when you offer him food. Ever since that first meal you gave him, you've started offering more. He tries to stick with his diet plan, but then you come over with a fresh, steaming dish and his meal prep stays in the freezer for another day. It's okay though; he adjusts his workout routine to burn off the extra calories.
He's trying to do what you do, talk to people, but it doesn't always work. He tries talking to girls at the gym, but they seem annoyed, so he gives up. Then he tries talking to the guys to get some practice conversing with people. He tries what you do, complimenting them first, and they're usually receptive and have a short conversation with him before going back to their workout. He likes it, likes talking to people about which muscles they're targeting and what their goals are. He starts talking to the same guys in the gym and even exchanged numbers to coordinate workout times.
He tries different clothes too. He keeps what makes him comfortable, the sweatpants and hoodies, but he buys some nicer pants and a couple button up shirts.
It's refreshing, but it's not enough. He tries different products for his skin to reduce breakouts, and after some practice, he finds a routine that helps the inflammation subside.
He goes to the barber and asks for a 'popular' haircut that will make him 'popular with girls'. He ends up with a fade that doesn't get him any girls, but his new gym friends compliment him and you do too the next time you see him.
He tries talking to his friends online about the changes he's been making, but they're not receptive.
> Why are dressing up for some dumb foids? That's such a beta cuck move
> Yeah, doing anything for a woman is fucking stupid dude
But then when he sees you again, you make him feel better.
"I like the shirt!" you say, reaching out to touch the sleeve. "It looks good on you."
His face burns.
"Thank you." Your hand lingers for a moment before you pull it away, smiling at the ground.
"Oh, I was gonna tell you: I'm having a potluck with some friends this weekend. I'm making my family's mac and cheese and buffalo chicken dip. There should be plenty of other stuff to try too. You're welcome to come over and join us for food and drinks."
He shifts his weight.
"I, um... I don't know if your friends would like my cooking..."
"Oh, don't worry about that! You don't have to bring anything like that. Just bring a smile and some conversation." You lean forward, putting your hand to the side of your mouth, lowering your voice. "I told my friend about you and she's interested. She'd love to meet you."
"Oh?" he reponds.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. You'd really like her, so you gotta come to the party to meet her, okay?"
"Ah... I guess I'll go then," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Great! I'll let her know you're coming; she'll be so excited! Potluck starts at six on Friday. I'll see you then!" you chirp, walking away.
"See ya," he mumbles before closing the door.
Finally. Finally. He's finally moving up in the world. He's got a new look, new friends, and he may get a girlfriend soon!
And yet, for some reason, he feels disappointed. He goes to his discord friends for advice, but the response is the same as usual. Anger, hate, toxicity. It really bums him out.
He deletes his discord that night.
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He stands outside your door on Friday with a case of beer. He doesn't want to show up empty handed. He hears talking inside as he knocks. The door swings open, revealing you in a cute dress with a big smile that only grows when you see him.
"Eugene!" you cheer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. He freezes save for the hand that lays against your back. You're soft and warm, and you smell good. You pull away. "Come on in!"
You grab his hand and pull him inside, shutting the door.
"Everyone, this is Eugene!"
"Hi, Eugene," the room says in a sing-song tone.
"You didn't have to bring anything," you hum, taking the beer from him.
"It's no big deal. I wanted to bring something people would like."
"Well, everybody here loves beer, so I think it'll be a hit."
He smiles. It hurts so good.
You start introducing him to each person, telling him a bit about each of them. There's men and women at the party, and they all seem nice.
"And this," you say with a sneaky smile, "is my friend, Kendall, that I told you about."
"Hey," she says in an almost sultry voice. "So this is the famous Eugene."
"You've... heard of me?"
"Uh, duh. Y/N told me all about the hunk that lived next door."
He glances at you. You think he's a 'hunk'? Does that mean you find him attractive? Does that mean you like him? His heart and mind are racing.
"Well, it's true! Just look at this guy's biceps! He's got more muscles than every guy here."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, sorry! I'm only joking!" You touch Eugene's shoulder, smiling. "Why don't you let Kendall show you the food we have and get yourself a plate?"
"Okay," he replies, watching you walk away to apologize again to a guy who is dramatically acting offended by your joke. Kendall touches his arm, making him look at her.
"C'mon, Gene. Lemme show you the food."
He gets a big plate like he planned, trying a little bit of everything, but getting bigger portions of the food you made. He sits on the couch beside Kendall, letting her talk.
He should be happy beyond belief. He should be on the verge of tears from joy. You introduced him to a girl, a pretty girl, and she's clearly interested in him by how much she's touching him as she talks.
And yet, he keeps looking for you at the party. He keeps wishing that this woman would lose interest and walk away, letting you come sit by him instead to talk to him. Why is he feeling like that? You're his friend, just his friend. He should be grateful instead of wanting all of your time and attention.
Hours pass, people get drunk and loud. It's not really his scene, but luckily the crowd starts to disperse. Designated drivers start corralling their friends to the front door to leave.
"Come on, Kendall. Let's get you home."
"Noooo," she whines, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him. "I wanna stay with Gene!"
He freezes when she presses her lips to his ear, shuddering and cringing when she licks into his ear canal
"Kendall!" the friend yells, pulling her off of him. "Jesus christ, don't lick his ear!"
"What happened?" you ask, coming back into the living room.
"Kendall just licked inside this guy's ear!"
"Oh my god—"
"I-It's okay—"
"Okay, babe, you gotta go home. You're way too drunk right now."
Kendall whines as you and the friend almost carry Kendall to the door. You say your goodbye's, closing the door and rushing back to him.
"Hey," you whisper, "are you okay?"
"Uh... I don't know..."
"Let me get you some water."
You hurry to the kitchen, coming back with a cold glass of water. He starts chugging it down.
"I'm sorry about Kendall," you say, sitting next to him. "I love her to bits, but she can get wild when she's drunk." You sigh, rubbing your face. "I told her not to get drunk tonight because you were coming. She must've been nervous."
He sighs after finishing the glass, setting it down on the coffee table. It's just the two of you now, alone in your apartment.
"Besides that," you start, "she's a great lady, isn't she?"
"Uh... yeah..."
"You don't think so?" You pout. "She's so pretty and nice. I know she's a lot when she's drunk, but trust me, just take her on a coffee date and she'll show you how great she really is."
"I..." He swallows. "I don't... want to take her on a date."
You frown.
"Did she ruin her chances because of the ear thing?"
"No, it's just... I'm not that attracted to her."
"What?!" you bawk. "She's the prettiest, most fun girl I know! You're crazy for not liking her."
"Am not."
"Are too. She's, like, the full package and you don't like her? If she can't attract you, then no one can." You pause, glancing at him. "Do you prefer men?"
"No, no—"
"Sorry, I just—"
"—it's not about her—"
"—I feel like I made assumptions—"
"—it's you that I like."
You stop, staring at him. He swallows hard, can't look at you, too shocked about revealing feelings he didn't know he had. He clenches his fists, stretching them out, the room dead silent.
"I'm sorry," he says, quickly getting up and making his way to the door.
"Eugene—"
"I fucked up, I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore, I—"
"Eugene!"
Arms wrap around his torso and stop him from leaving. His hand is on the doorknob, gripping tight.
"Please don't leave." Your arms tighten. "Let's talk about this."
All he can think about is how disgusted you would be if you found out the real him.
"Eugene, I—"
"I need to tell you something first," he rushes to say. You slowly let him go.
"Okay. Just don't leave until we talk this out."
He's honest with you, although it makes his stomach twist in knots. He tells you every little detail, the hate, the anger he felt for years, how he thought he had it all right until he met you.
He can't look at you the whole time he speaks or after he finishes. He stares at his lap the whole time while you sit in silence.
"I don't hate you," you suddenly say, and he feels a wave of relief. "I don't agree with what you've done though."
"I know," he replies. "That's why I stopped following those pages and deleted my Discord. I don't want to be like that anymore."
You fiddle with your hands.
"Did you really think of women like that?" He nods solemnly. "That's awful, Eugene..."
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but I promise, I'm never going back to that. I don't want to be that person anymore."
You twist your mouth, not looking at him. He hesitantly takes your hand, making you look at him.
"Please," he begs gently, "let me show you that I've changed."
something Something,,,,,big Buff typical alpha male incel guy wanting to become better/step away from the red pill BS just cause his new neighbor chubby fem reader is a good person to him. not even just to him, specifically-
no no , he notices that ur just Nice and patient with everyone- can even Get that hissy stray cat to let you pet her while it growls at the mere sight of him,,,he’s Deeply unhappy as he is now and seeing you- it makes him wanna live ur life
makes him wanna trade his protein packed, fat free, flavorless, planned meals that he has to reheat every day for the flavorful, delicious food you make fresh every day
seeing you make effortless small talk and questioning people about where they got their shoes or their shirt,,,makes him wanna reach out and be as social as you
overhearing you invite your friends over every week,,,talking with them for hours and laughing, just having a good time with them-
reminds him of how lonely he really is, with the life he’s chosen. he chose it bc he’s helplessly socially awkward and never knows how to Not say the wrong thing on dates, plus his sensitive, acne prone skin has always been an insecurity of his- esp when his high school bullies created a facebook page of him ‘pepperoni face’. his worst bully was a girl and maybe that’s where his bitterness toward them started? maybe with his mom, who stayed when his dad left and never let him forget it? or maybe-
sure he has his online friends who cheer on his gym progress and shit talk the women in their lives- more like, shit talk the women they encounter, cause god knows they don’t actually have women in their lives besides their moms who want better for them- and his coworkers respect him, but-
he wants to know how to live a life like yours
and maybe it starts with blocking all his red pill online friends and ends with knocking on your door with an empty plate and a nervous smile
Oooooo you got me thinking.
Let's call this guy Eugene
CW: chubby fem reader x incel guy, he changes for the better but he's an asshole at first, fatphobia, red pill bullshit themes
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So, I think you set the scene for Eugene really well. Awkward, antisocial kid who grows up into an even more awkward adult, bullied for his skin problems that he can't control, super tall and chubby as a kid and so he decides to change all that by going to the gym. After years of training, he's acquired the "perfect" physique, but he still can't talk to girls. It's no wonder that he fell down a red pill pipeline and blamed women for all his problems.
He goes on like this for a couple years, blaming women, going to his IT job and the gym and the grocery store but holes himself up in his apartment the rest of the time. His hatred grows by the day, but so does his loneliness. He doesn't recognize it at first, but what he really wants is a deep and meaningful connection with someone who genuinely cares about him.
And then you move in to the apartment next to his.
He doesn't meet you for the first few weeks, he's too busy with his miserable everyday life, but when he finally does meet you, it's by the mailboxes on the first floor.
"It's been so humid lately, huh?" you say, turning the key to your mailbox.
He's shocked that you'd start a conversation with him. Women don't usually give him a second glance.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
"I hope it rains soon, like a big thunderstorm, but I hope it happens when I'm at home so I can cuddle on the couch with my cat and watch TV. I don't wanna be outside when it happens because then I'll get soaked."
He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't even looked at you yet. He just grunts in response, shifting through his minimal mail.
You close the mailbox and lock it.
"Well, have a good day," you say before you turn to walk up the stairs. Only then does he glance at you, seeing a pretty sundress and a fat ass. He admires your figure until you disappear, and then he goes up to his apartment.
To his surprise, you're standing outside the apartment next to his, looking at your mail. When he comes up the stairs, you look at him and smile, and he gets this weird feeling in his chest.
"Oh! Do you live on this floor too?"
"Ah... yeah."
"I just moved in so I haven't met everyone yet," you say with a laugh. You shift your mail to one hand and hold out the other. "I'm Y/N."
He's hesitant, but he eventually takes your hand and shakes it. It's smaller than his, soft too. This might be the first time he's ever held a woman's hand.
"Eugene."
"Oh, that's a nice name! 'Eugene'. Do you ever go by 'Gene'?"
"No."
"Ah, got it, then I'll just stick with Eugene in the future."
He doesn't want to take his hand away, but he does, grunting in response.
"Well, I gotta go make dinner, but it was nice to meet you, Eugene," you say with a sickeningly sweet smile. He nods, rushing over to his own apartment, unlocking the door and stepping inside, back pressing against the door after he shuts it.
He's hot all over, confused as to why you were being so nice to him. Do you like him? Do you think he's attractive? He doubts the acne scars on his face made a good impression. He needs to book that dermaplaning appointment soon.
While he heats up his prepped meal for the week, he asks his discord friends what they think about his encounter with you.
> she's probably just looking for money. Don't fall for it
> yeah she probably already has a boyfriend anyways
> holy shit dude i met the dumbest foid at the coffee shop today
The conversation takes a turn. He eats his meal in silence.
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The next time you meet, it's in the parking lot.
"Eugene!" you yell, trotting over. He stops near his car, waiting for you. "Hey, are you busy? Can I bother you for a sec?"
"What is it?" You smile sheepishly.
"Well, you see, I can't get my car started, and I really need to get to the store. I'm making dinner for my friends tonight and don't have all the ingredients. I only need one or two things! It would be a really quick trip! And I can pay you for driving me there and back!"
He thinks for a moment. Here he is, a pretty girl asking for his help. He could say 'no' and just go to the gym like he planned, leave you high and dry, but... you're making this pleading face with your hands clasped in front of you, desperate. His mind is telling him to leave you to fend for yourself, but you're tugging at his heart strings.
He sighs.
"Yeah, sure. I can take you to the store."
You squeal, bounce and clap your hands.
"Oh my gosh, thank you so so much! I can take out some cash at the store for you when we go through the checkout. Thank you, thank you!"
He drives you to the store, goes inside with you while you shop, and you're talking the whole time. Normally he would find a yapping woman to be annoying, but it's not so bad when you do it. Plus, you keep asking questions about him, trying to get to know him better. He hasn't had someone try to get to know him for a long time.
"So, how long have you been working out?" you ask when you go down yet another aisle. This grocery trip is turning longer than he expected, but he still dutifully pushes the cart behind you.
He turns flustered at that, staring down at the items in your cart. There is definitely more than 'one or two' items in here.
"Excuse me." He looks up, seeing you approach a woman. "I don't mean to bother you, but I love your dress. It's so colorful and pretty!"
"Oh my god, thank you!" the woman beams. "I got it from Kohl's!"
"Oh em gee, seriously? I haven't been there in forever!"
"Yeah, it's their new summer collection. They have some really cute stuff; you should check it out!"
"I'll definitely have to, thank you!"
"Also," she leans closer, talking quieter, "you smell so good!"
"Oh my gosh, thank you! It's actually a dupe for this really expensive perfume. Hold on, lemme look it up for you."
He watches in awe at the interaction. Did all women connect like this so easily? Was it just you? How did you get that woman to talk to you so easily and naturally? You two were acting like close friends as you showed her your phone.
"Look, this website has it for twenty five dollars. I think I got it for, like, thirty dollars on another website."
"Oh my god, girl, I'm gonna finish up in the store and go home to buy it right now."
The both of you laugh and wish each other a good day, and then you part like nothing happened. He's shocked by the whole experience, but comes to when you place another item in the cart.
"Sorry for taking so long," you apologize with a smile. "I promise I'm almost done!"
When you get to the check out, you scan your items and go to pay.
"Is twenty okay?" you ask him, pulling out your card.
"Ah..." He twists his mouth. "Don't worry about it."
You look at him, confused.
"Are you sure? I really don't mind. You helped me out a lot today."
"It's no big deal," he replies, picking at the skin on his thumb. "I don't need the money."
You pout, then hum, looking back at the checkout screen.
"Well, then I guess I'll have to pay you back some other way."
That one sentence sends his mind racing. What do you mean 'some other way'? Are you talking about sex? Are you gonna let him fuck you? Maybe you'll suck his dick, or maybe he'll finally get to lose his virginity. He's chubbing up at just the thought.
"Alright, let's go!"
He drives the two of you home, holding the steering wheel to try and hide his shaking hands. He's getting nervous. He's not sure if he wants to lose his virginity to you. Yeah, you're pretty, but you're bigger than he typically goes for. He'd rather fuck a skinny girl instead with big tits and a bubble butt. Although, your butt is big, so maybe he can take you from the back and pretend you're someone else.
He gets to the apartment, but you greet a stray cat before you go inside. It purrs and rubs up against your leg, but when it sees him, it arches its back and hisses before scurrying off.
"He's such a dick, isn't he?" you say to him with a smile. "He only likes me because I smell like a girl kitty."
Eugene helps you carry the groceries upstairs to your apartment. When he enters, he marvels at how nice it looks compared to his, so full and bright. It smells good too, like flowers. He's never been in a woman's apartment before.
A cat comes around the corner and chirps, and he prepares to be hissed at again, but instead it comes close and sniffs his leg.
"That's my Reggie," you coo, making high pitched, nonsensical sounds until your cat trots over and rubs up against you. "She's my little stinky."
He hums, waiting for you to 'pay him back'. Would you do it now? Or would you wait until tonight, after your friends leave?
"Again, thank you so much for your help today," you tell him. "I'd love to make you dinner as a way to say 'thank you', if that's okay with you."
He deflates. He wanted a blowjob at the very least, but if he says that, you'll probably get angry and never speak to him again. For some reason, that thought makes him upset, so he keeps his mouth shut and nods.
"Cool! I'm making chicken parm with spaghetti and vodka sauce tonight. There should be plenty of leftovers if you'd like some, but if you'd like something else, I can always make you something different on another night."
"No... that sounds fine."
"Awesome. It should be ready around six, so just come over with a plate and I'll give you as much as you want!"
"Sure. Thanks," he says, going to the door.
"See ya later!" you call behind him.
When he's back in his apartment, he goes to a subreddit for advice.
I helped my pretty neighbor and now she's making me dinner. What should I do?
He describes his situation in detail, even down to the hissing cat that seemed to like you. He asks for answers quick, and he gets them.
> She sounds nice! Hope the dinner goes well
> Maybe she likes you? Just see how things go
> Just enjoy the dinner and be grateful. Plenty of men would KILL to be in your position.
He sighs, not happy with the responses. He decides to go out to the gym like he planned and come back home to write some code for an upcoming project.
He showers before six, putting on some nicer jeans and a t-shirt. He fusses with his hair in the mirror, wondering if he should get it cut.
Next thing he knows, he's outside your apartment door, hearing laughing coming from inside. He's not sure if he should knock: you're probably having a good time and don't want to be interrupted.
He musters up the courage to knock, and you open the door within seconds.
"Eugene!" you say with glee, making his heart pound. "I'm so glad you came! C'mon in, let me make you a plate."
He follows you into the apartment. He counts four women in the living room with wine glasses, glancing at him. He looks away.
"The chicken just got out of the oven, so you gotta let it cool for a bit before you eat. Do you want the chicken on top of the spaghetti?"
"Uh... sure."
You hum as you take his plate and start layering food. You give him a heaping helping of spaghetti, laying a chicken cutlet on it and adding more sauce on top.
"Oh! I also made a salad and cookies. Would you like some of that too?"
"Um... yeah, okay."
You grab a bowl from your cabinet and fill it with salad, balancing a chocolate chip cookie on the edge before handing both dishes back to him.
"Let me know what you think. If you like it and I have leftovers, I can give you some."
He nods and grunts. He travels to the front door, hands full. You open the door for him.
"Have a good night, Eugene. If we're being too loud, just come yell at us."
"Shut up, Y/N!" your friend says, laughing.
He leaves, balancing his dishes when he opens his apartment door and closes it. He grabs some silverware, sits down on his couch, setting down his food on his TV tray. He listens to you and your friends laugh as he starts with the salad. It's surprisingly good, full of rich greens and other veggies. Once he thinks the chicken has cooled enough, he cuts into it, taking a bite.
It takes everything in his power not to moan at the taste.
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He's jealous of you—no, envious. He's envious of you and the life you live. You make friends with everyone you talk to and walk through life like it's a breeze, like it's as easy as breathing to you. He wants to live life like that, to make friends with everyone, get a girlfriend, be happy.
He's realized now that he's miserable. He doesn't have anything to live for, anything that makes him truly happy. He has the gym, but his physique doesn't get him women. He has his job, but anyone could write code, so he feels easily replaceable.
He thinks that the only thing that brings him joy is when you offer him food. Ever since that first meal you gave him, you've started offering more. He tries to stick with his diet plan, but then you come over with a fresh, steaming dish and his meal prep stays in the freezer for another day. It's okay though; he adjusts his workout routine to burn off the extra calories.
He's trying to do what you do, talk to people, but it doesn't always work. He tries talking to girls at the gym, but they seem annoyed, so he gives up. Then he tries talking to the guys to get some practice conversing with people. He tries what you do, complimenting them first, and they're usually receptive and have a short conversation with him before going back to their workout. He likes it, likes talking to people about which muscles they're targeting and what their goals are. He starts talking to the same guys in the gym and even exchanged numbers to coordinate workout times.
He tries different clothes too. He keeps what makes him comfortable, the sweatpants and hoodies, but he buys some nicer pants and a couple button up shirts.
It's refreshing, but it's not enough. He tries different products for his skin to reduce breakouts, and after some practice, he finds a routine that helps the inflammation subside.
He goes to the barber and asks for a 'popular' haircut that will make him 'popular with girls'. He ends up with a fade that doesn't get him any girls, but his new gym friends compliment him and you do too the next time you see him.
He tries talking to his friends online about the changes he's been making, but they're not receptive.
> Why are dressing up for some dumb foids? That's such a beta cuck move
> Yeah, doing anything for a woman is fucking stupid dude
But then when he sees you again, you make him feel better.
"I like the shirt!" you say, reaching out to touch the sleeve. "It looks good on you."
His face burns.
"Thank you." Your hand lingers for a moment before you pull it away, smiling at the ground.
"Oh, I was gonna tell you: I'm having a potluck with some friends this weekend. I'm making my family's mac and cheese and buffalo chicken dip. There should be plenty of other stuff to try too. You're welcome to come over and join us for food and drinks."
He shifts his weight.
"I, um... I don't know if your friends would like my cooking..."
"Oh, don't worry about that! You don't have to bring anything like that. Just bring a smile and some conversation." You lean forward, putting your hand to the side of your mouth, lowering your voice. "I told my friend about you and she's interested. She'd love to meet you."
"Oh?" he reponds.
"Yeah, she's gorgeous. You'd really like her, so you gotta come to the party to meet her, okay?"
"Ah... I guess I'll go then," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Great! I'll let her know you're coming; she'll be so excited! Potluck starts at six on Friday. I'll see you then!" you chirp, walking away.
"See ya," he mumbles before closing the door.
Finally. Finally. He's finally moving up in the world. He's got a new look, new friends, and he may get a girlfriend soon!
And yet, for some reason, he feels disappointed. He goes to his discord friends for advice, but the response is the same as usual. Anger, hate, toxicity. It really bums him out.
He deletes his discord that night.
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He stands outside your door on Friday with a case of beer. He doesn't want to show up empty handed. He hears talking inside as he knocks. The door swings open, revealing you in a cute dress with a big smile that only grows when you see him.
"Eugene!" you cheer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. He freezes save for the hand that lays against your back. You're soft and warm, and you smell good. You pull away. "Come on in!"
You grab his hand and pull him inside, shutting the door.
"Everyone, this is Eugene!"
"Hi, Eugene," the room says in a sing-song tone.
"You didn't have to bring anything," you hum, taking the beer from him.
"It's no big deal. I wanted to bring something people would like."
"Well, everybody here loves beer, so I think it'll be a hit."
He smiles. It hurts so good.
You start introducing him to each person, telling him a bit about each of them. There's men and women at the party, and they all seem nice.
"And this," you say with a sneaky smile, "is my friend, Kendall, that I told you about."
"Hey," she says in an almost sultry voice. "So this is the famous Eugene."
"You've... heard of me?"
"Uh, duh. Y/N told me all about the hunk that lived next door."
He glances at you. You think he's a 'hunk'? Does that mean you find him attractive? Does that mean you like him? His heart and mind are racing.
"Well, it's true! Just look at this guy's biceps! He's got more muscles than every guy here."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, sorry! I'm only joking!" You touch Eugene's shoulder, smiling. "Why don't you let Kendall show you the food we have and get yourself a plate?"
"Okay," he replies, watching you walk away to apologize again to a guy who is dramatically acting offended by your joke. Kendall touches his arm, making him look at her.
"C'mon, Gene. Lemme show you the food."
He gets a big plate like he planned, trying a little bit of everything, but getting bigger portions of the food you made. He sits on the couch beside Kendall, letting her talk.
He should be happy beyond belief. He should be on the verge of tears from joy. You introduced him to a girl, a pretty girl, and she's clearly interested in him by how much she's touching him as she talks.
And yet, he keeps looking for you at the party. He keeps wishing that this woman would lose interest and walk away, letting you come sit by him instead to talk to him. Why is he feeling like that? You're his friend, just his friend. He should be grateful instead of wanting all of your time and attention.
Hours pass, people get drunk and loud. It's not really his scene, but luckily the crowd starts to disperse. Designated drivers start corralling their friends to the front door to leave.
"Come on, Kendall. Let's get you home."
"Noooo," she whines, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning into him. "I wanna stay with Gene!"
He freezes when she presses her lips to his ear, shuddering and cringing when she licks into his ear canal
"Kendall!" the friend yells, pulling her off of him. "Jesus christ, don't lick his ear!"
"What happened?" you ask, coming back into the living room.
"Kendall just licked inside this guy's ear!"
"Oh my god—"
"I-It's okay—"
"Okay, babe, you gotta go home. You're way too drunk right now."
Kendall whines as you and the friend almost carry Kendall to the door. You say your goodbye's, closing the door and rushing back to him.
"Hey," you whisper, "are you okay?"
"Uh... I don't know..."
"Let me get you some water."
You hurry to the kitchen, coming back with a cold glass of water. He starts chugging it down.
"I'm sorry about Kendall," you say, sitting next to him. "I love her to bits, but she can get wild when she's drunk." You sigh, rubbing your face. "I told her not to get drunk tonight because you were coming. She must've been nervous."
He sighs after finishing the glass, setting it down on the coffee table. It's just the two of you now, alone in your apartment.
"Besides that," you start, "she's a great lady, isn't she?"
"Uh... yeah..."
"You don't think so?" You pout. "She's so pretty and nice. I know she's a lot when she's drunk, but trust me, just take her on a coffee date and she'll show you how great she really is."
"I..." He swallows. "I don't... want to take her on a date."
You frown.
"Did she ruin her chances because of the ear thing?"
"No, it's just... I'm not that attracted to her."
"What?!" you bawk. "She's the prettiest, most fun girl I know! You're crazy for not liking her."
"Am not."
"Are too. She's, like, the full package and you don't like her? If she can't attract you, then no one can." You pause, glancing at him. "Do you prefer men?"
"No, no—"
"Sorry, I just—"
"—it's not about her—"
"—I feel like I made assumptions—"
"—it's you that I like."
You stop, staring at him. He swallows hard, can't look at you, too shocked about revealing feelings he didn't know he had. He clenches his fists, stretching them out, the room dead silent.
"I'm sorry," he says, quickly getting up and making his way to the door.
"Eugene—"
"I fucked up, I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore, I—"
"Eugene!"
Arms wrap around his torso and stop him from leaving. His hand is on the doorknob, gripping tight.
"Please don't leave." Your arms tighten. "Let's talk about this."
All he can think about is how disgusted you would be if you found out the real him.
"Eugene, I—"
"I need to tell you something first," he rushes to say. You slowly let him go.
"Okay. Just don't leave until we talk this out."
He's honest with you, although it makes his stomach twist in knots. He tells you every little detail, the hate, the anger he felt for years, how he thought he had it all right until he met you.
He can't look at you the whole time he speaks or after he finishes. He stares at his lap the whole time while you sit in silence.
"I don't hate you," you suddenly say, and he feels a wave of relief. "I don't agree with what you've done though."
"I know," he replies. "That's why I stopped following those pages and deleted my Discord. I don't want to be like that anymore."
You fiddle with your hands.
"Did you really think of women like that?" He nods solemnly. "That's awful, Eugene..."
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but I promise, I'm never going back to that. I don't want to be that person anymore."
You twist your mouth, not looking at him. He hesitantly takes your hand, making you look at him.
"Please," he begs gently, "let me show you that I've changed."
And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.
Boyfriend!Jabber headcannons, 40% Fluff 60% smut, Listen to the song provided for a better experience.
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who's obsessed with you and everything you do to him physically and emotionally
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who takes missions with you just to mess you with you and get on your nerves
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who lacks any sense of boundaries and is glued to your hip every second of the day
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who's irresponsible in alot of ways but not when it comes to you
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who's smarter than he shows
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who loves you being bitchy and putting him in his place during sex
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber that loves when you fuss over his injuries and mend him back to health
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who comes back home to you fucked up on his poison with the pure intent just to fuck to ride the high off
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who doesn't care who sees or hears you having sex because you're too pretty to be quiet
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who never takes off his rings during sex so you can feel the contrast of the cold metal on your warm pussy
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who cant stick to just one position so he rag dolls you around to find your sweet spot
☆ Boyfriend!Jabber who fucks like a rabbit on crack because of how needy he is for you
(This was interesting to write, this one isn't my favorite tbh I feel like i did better witth my Bro hcs. I dont like jabber but the song inspired me to do him. If there's any spelling errors or feed back pls let me knowwww.
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