⊹₊⟡⋆-Lighter fluids (Janka x Reader) ♪‧₊˚
LINK TO THIS FIC ON A03 ^
(I'm too lazy to post each chapter individually here...and then I realized I don't have to so here we are lol)
6 chapters so far
TAGS AND WARNINGS (these are so messy I'm so sorry I just copy pasted the ones I used on ao3):
Angst , Gore, Shitty Writing, kinda crack but also not i just write what i think. Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies, Canon-Typical Violence, Might be OOC, will try to stay ic, fluff maybe, Disturbing Themes, i try not to describe reader other than them having scars from their vital instrument and just past, i try not to describe reader to much so she can fit any body type and race, AFAB | Assigned Female at Birth Reader-Insert, Zanka is fed up, jabber is just fucking crazy idk what to tell you, hes kinda weird and suggestive too but no smut, No Smut, Fluff and Angst ,i take alot of creative liberty with the ground world, No Spoilers for Anime Watchers, Tea, guys I love tea, I hope y'all like tea too…., Special tea for jabber (POISON POISON POISON POISON RAGHHH), Jabber is a bad person, Honestly reader is too, I feel like that makes sense though, Miscommunication, Slow Burn, Slow burn but author is bad at it,Zanka might be the only (slightly ) good or sane one ( that's still not a good thing lowk..), Self-Harm ,Guys this whole FIC is a safety hazard idek, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat , No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Guys what if i make jabber and zanka make out, if you know me irl im so sorry
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Trash. That's all you are in the end.
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You awake amidst a world of trash , memory blank other than the occasional warmth and familiarity from the flickering and unsteady flame of your lighter.
You dont remember who you are , what you want to or what you have acheived in life.
But your sure as hell ready to find out
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this fic will have:
Zanka x reader
Jabber x reader
Janka
and ofc Janka x reader
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I feel like this fic starts off silly and then gets more serious tbh
updates when i feel like it
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Notes:
Short first chapter but I wrote this all in one sitting and uhm yes.
Hope y'all enjoy. :P
please feel free to leave criticism in the comments or point out any errors. I read this over and edited three times but I'm also writing this in the dark, cant see my keyboard and don't have my glasses lmao.
its def not as chunky as I want it to be yet I'll probs come back and change/edit it
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CHAPTER 1: ~The sun suffocates behind darkened skies~ - (lyrics from :This could be anywhere in the world by Alexisonfire)
Trash. That's all you are in the end. That's all anything is in the end.
And honestly, you've just gotta learn to deal with it.
Die with it.
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It smells so so so so so so SO BAD.
like I think a dead rat crawled up my nose, took a shit and is actively decaying up there with it.
I open my eyes to a purply greyish sky tinted with the tinniesttt bit of green. it kinda reminds me of a bruise.I force myself to stand , shivering as my hands touch who knows what. everything here is trash. actually not just here, everywhere. Everywhere I look I see and smell trash. it goes to the horizon, fuck it is the horizon. there are whole ass mountains of it.
I think some of the mountains move.
nah I'm probably just high.
i squint at the horizon again , and there's no movement anymore, yeah, I'm definitely just high.
wait I'm high?
do I smoke?
who am i
what
uh
UUUuuhm.
I shake my head and start to walk, just to immediately trip over trash. Falling face first into muddy trash juice dirt. holy shit maybe I should just die eww. I breath deeply through my nose to calm myself, immediately gagging and regretting my decision. How did I even forget I was surrounded by trash. I' way too calm right now. Where even am i? Standing back up I gag and cough. fuuhhhhhhh my stomach hurts. and my chest, and my nose, and my eyes.
I gag again , and this time bile and ungodly amounts of thick dark blobs of blood spill into my hands I had over my mouth.
Am I dying?I gag again , but its just dry heaving now. my vision is kinda funky. there has GOT to be dead things hidden in here for it to smell this bad. I swear I see a skull in a pile of trash just nearby . I cough up more thick dark blood.
i think I'm dying, yeah.
one of the mountains in the distance moves slightly as I retch loudly. Oh, ok yeah sure I'm fucking cocoo crazy and I'm going to die in some stupid trashy landfill.
the mountain shifts again.A thunderous sound echoing with it
A cloud of dust and whatnot flies up with it.
Wait a second.
Wait
No chance
Its getting closer
Oh my god its getting closer.
That's not a mountain that's a fucking kaiju or something-i think. I'm pretty sure??I feel like I should run but honestly where would I go. All I see is trash and the sun is setting. Could I even survive out here if I wanted to..do i want to?I mean there's a whole ass monster right there, am I even on earth.
holldup
earth?
holy shit am I still on earth? yeah probably, that's a stupid question what am I even thinking I need to lock the hell in guys.
i cough up more blood and splurge more bile.
I have an idea,I think. I feel at my pockets for my lighter.
my lighter? I have a lighter? what? ah who fucking cares. I grab my lighter, my lighter, whoever the hell I am. never mind that -the monster is getting closer
i have a really bad idea.
flicking the wheel or striker or whatever it's called a few times , the small square lighter finally emits quiet the flame, tall and -green?. so like any sane person with a giant monster running towards them and no hope for escape ,I set the world around me on fire.
Oh yeah I'm so fucked but something in me feels giddy about it..
this felt familiar and set a warm tingly feeling ablaze in my stomach-or maybe I just needed to retch my guts out again.
wait holy shit was I an arsonist?
Am I an arsonist?
Now that i look down i do see that i am covered in many scars. some cuts-the majority i would assume where burns.
holy shit maybe i was an arsonist.
nah probs not.
…
Am I really going to let myself die while not knowing who I am?
the trash catches fire quick.
it grows taller and hotter as I stand thinking wayyyy to casually, hand on hip finger to chin.
Meh. Who cares.
and so ,I close my eyes and decide.
Fire of monster?
Fire.
i take a step back. the heat of the flames licking my back.
“Yo! Hey! What’re you just standing there for?! You tryna get yourself killed or what?” a singsong voice calls out, far to cheerful for the current sight playing out.
…What..in the world.
i pop one eye open , to see an honestly really fucking pretty dude. hes tall, slender from what I can tell from his hands and has a hella pretty face framed by his locs ,though he looks a lil hysteric. actually hysteric part is kinda off putting.
"oh, hey. uhm , yeah? i kinda am trya"
i pause
"i think so at least?"
and then my jaw drops open because all the sudden hes not there anymore but hes MIDDAIR WITH GIANT CLAWS CUTTING THE MONSTER IN FUCKING HALF HOTDOG STYLE.
And then he's back in front of me again, pointing a sharp and shiny bladed finger at me.
"Who are you..?"
"The names Jabber , Jabber Wonger, but you can call me whatever you'd like baby" he giggled wiping trash juice from the monster off his face with the back of his hand
"what."
i stare blankly at this clown.
"sooo , you wanna fight?" he chirped
"no-"
and in one blink hes gone again.
Until I feel someones warm breath on my neck, and he has the audacity to wrap his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder.
"Awh man, well I guess boss did want you in one piece, for the most part." he grumbled, before grinning like a mad man.
I feel something sharp in my stomach. Did this motherfucker just stab me.
"nerou nerou toxxinnn heheh~"
"Are you really singwing write nhow.." Ok sure yep I'm slurring my words . Great.
And my head feels kind heavy. My body goes limp and I fall back into this Jabber dude, my head tilted back and looking up at him now. He stands , holding me close while giggling like a creep. I'm scowling at him.
He's smiling back.
and just like that. I'm out cold.
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I opened my eyes to a cold grey room, and A MAN SITTING ON MY FUCKING CHEST HOLY SHIT I CANT BREATHE HELP.
I struggle out a cough cough and feel a warm trickle of what I can only assume is blood come from the corner of my mouth. I've really messed my lungs up havent I. Burning all that trash didn't do me any good. Then again , THERE'S SOMEONE SITTING ON ME.
And this psycho just …giggles
"Jet awf" I barely manage to wheeze , my watering eyes struggle to stay open but I refuse to not be glaring daggers up at the creep. And he has the AUDACITY to lean down, resting his chin on his hands , his elbows on either side of my head , caging me in.
Uhm …sir…
"Yhour phucking chreepy"I sputter out , coughing up some bile which sits uncomfortably in my throat and mouth , stinging and tingling uncomfortably at my flesh in there-whatever its called.
"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" He drawled, spooky ass pink eyes staring into mine. Completely ignoring the whole me calling him creepy comment.
I stare blankly at him.
And with what little strength I have, turn my head away from him. Shutting my eyes to ignore him.
"FINNEEEEE I'll get off" he tsk'd
As he crawls off me I sit up , slowly peeping one eye open. Honestly what's even going on I feel kinda crazy . Maybe I'm just hallucinating
As I sat up I could practically feel my face drain of color and I let a long and low groan of pain.
"fahhhhhhhh"
"feels nice dont it?I looveee a good gut wound." he groaned in what sounds like-pleasure? hello? excuse me what? ewwww-
"gets me soooo silly!" he continues , and his face twists into the creepiest fucking smile ever. what the hell is wrong with this dude, actually,i dont even wanna know.
"someone had a rough childhood huh? wanna unpack that?" I snort and then flinch. clutching at my unbandaged OPEN FUCKING GUT WOUND.I lift my shirt to check it out and holy mother of fucks its purple around the edges , oozing green yellow and orange juices and puss that smells like shit and oh my god the wound is SO deep. its not even that big diameter wise really. But holy shit am I fucked- .
He watches me inspect the wound , licking his lips. I really wish i could tear that tongue out. hes gross.
ok i need to calm down
MF NO I DONT NEED TO CALM DOWN HE STABBED ME
I grumble in pain before fixing my gaze back on him. "Ohhh, that's a good one. Mankira's toxins really do their best work on stubborn little rats like you!" He squealed eyeing my wound before dragging his hands down his face
"im naught a rwat-" my vision spun now. partially from the gore but something else definitely played a role in it. my fingers felt like magma and my eyes like cotton balls. I look to the dude again and sigh when I find that in my dizzying state he had walked up with no issue to drag a claw across my cheek. a drop of warm blood rolling down my face now.
"night night!" he cooed , one hand cupping my face as I faded out of consciousness.
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The girl faded from consciousness , and he carefully wrapped his arms around her to slowly lower her down. unsure of what to do now really. he supposed she needed some medical help-which was a bummer .
jabber sighed , smiling down at her before lifting her and draping her over his shoulder, patting her back. "pshhh always so dramatic" he grumbled. but he felt a pang of worry. though throughout their interaction he had seemed joyful, something felt off. He could tell somthing was wrong
did she remember him?
did she remember..anything?
when he found her , he had thought it would be a proper reunion - not a whole ass re-introduction
he ignored those stupid intrusive thoughts, humming to himself as he carried her over his shoulder and out a door.
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CHAPTER: 2 "Sippin' from the insanitea Looking past the future" (Lyrics from: Sippin' from the insanitea / By: Suicidal Tendencies)
Notes:
this chapter is shorter than I would like , (its around 1.5K) I try to aim for longer chapters but I don't think this one would have ever come out if I didn't let myself slack off I've been so worn down mentally I can't even do shit I enjoy lmao.
I'll lock in for the next chapter probs, if you've seen my other work on my page that's usually the typa lenghts I like to keep my chapters. if you haven't seen it pls dont go look its not even that old but its crringeeee af , and lowk this is too but oh well.
I also wrote almost everything in this chapter between 1am , and now when I'm posting it at 2:30 lol… working off the few sentences I had down after the first chapter after I lost motivation, tried and failed.
I only looked over and edited once please feel free to point out any errors
(I suck at editing lol)
yo this whole note was just a rant mb dudessss :P
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I'm waking up again, which is something I've been doing a lot of lately and I'm honestly quite sick of it at this point .
But hey, at least this time my lungs don't hurt , It doesn't smell like shit and I'm not in pain.
And hey! there isn't a dude sitting on me this time! Oh joy I've been blessed! Because instead when I open my eyes he's just HOVERING OVER ME. I turn over curling up into a tight ball , groaning in annoyance. Can this dude just drop me back off in the landfill or whatever.
And then I groan again , and yeah I was wrong I am in pain, its just not as bad as before-more like a dull throb than like "HUZZAHHHH GET A FRESH OPEN GUT WOUND PEPPER SPAYED AND REPEATEDLY STUNG BY WASPS!" typa pain, yk?..
I turn back over , staring blankly at this jabber dude. not quite sure of what I should be doing or saying right now. I feel like I should be panicked but I feel an odd sense of , peaceful dread? It has me feeling like I need my mum.
..
My mum?
I wonder who that was.
I shake myself out of those odd thought. focusing back on the dude hovering over me, surprised to notice he looked oddly-calm? serene even? you wouldn't think someones eyes could look soft while bright pink. It feels weird seeing him like this, like it wasn't something normal for the dude. Im tempted to try and cheer him up for some reason.
Why the fuck am I pitying him? I'm acting like I know this dude. All I know is that he fucking stabbed me!
I reached up pulling harshly on his ear lobe like some harsh nanny. "what the FUCK is going on" I threatened through clenched teeth, which finally seemed to snap him back to his normal self. whatever his normal self is I mean.
"feisty aren't ya" he hummed, swatting my hand away. A soft look flashing through his eyes again before going back to being manic. Giggling like a freak, before pausing again. "I knew you couldn't have changed THAT much." he adds ominously.
"soooOOO anyways" he drawled out, running his hands down his face, he takes a deep breath in before peeking out from between his fingers .
"you really don't remember me huh?" he added almost monotonously now. his hands shifting to fidget with his hair. a nervous habit maybe.
"I remember you stabbing me? What else is there to reme- oh god wait." I choked out. "fuck wait I didn't remember anything when I woke upPpppuuuUHHGHHHHH" I dragged out in annoyance . I sit up quickly , sending Jabber flinching back in a giggling mess again. "I forgot that I forgot"
"oooOOOOh i knew something was wrong!" he hummed , resting his hand on my shoulder , his smile somehow getting toothier. I almost missed the sad undertones in his voice .
I don't really bother to shake his hand off. Is the room spinning? hes leaning in closer to me now
"sooooOOOo wanna go get a drink or som-"
"SHH" I quipped.
i squeezed my eyes shut, one hand reaching up to squeeze his hand on my shoulder.
"Dont tell me to shh!" he grumbled, though he didn't pull his hand away from mine, even if I was squeezing a little harsh.
I kept my eyes closed tightly , tiny colorful stars and patterns dancing in the dark of my eyelids. I should be asking SO many questions right now, I should probably start with ones about well, myself? duh
I peek one eye open to meet his pink gaze. "Was I a… bad guy? Well not a bad guy but like, a bad person?" I asked hesitantly, though there was definitely some judgement towards him in there somehow.
"I mean, you were mean to me all the time!!" He huffed , pulling away and crossing his arms like an idiot. "But nah you were a good person, at least I think so, you had a uh, tea shop"
… "A tea shop? Your kidding me right?" Holy shit was I a boring old granny?
I don't even care about the fact that in his opinion he thought I was a good person , meaning I might have not been, actually I do care I hope I was.
I paused , wayyy too many questions flooding into my brain , and I didn't necessarily plan to keep them there
"waiittt wait waittt….If I worked at a tea shop how in the world did I meet you? Well if I used to know you I mean. You kinda implied that I knew you. And also like no shade but no sensible store, or cafe- wait was it like I sold teas in…tins and stuff? or was it like a cafe? Wait as I was saying . yeah , no sensible establishment would ever let you in."
My voice cracked a bit at the end of that rambling as I ran out of breath, and I flop down onto my back again. my head turned to the side to keep my eyes on him. I'm putting way too much trust into a dude that stabbed me, even if he did help me after. But he still did stab me ,but…but apparently I also used to know him?
"pfff I only went to the store, which yeah was a cafe , but also a store, a fancy one too it was so stupidddddd~ but anyways I only ever went if it was under Zodyls orders!" .. he paused. "well at first anyways~I definitely visited for other reasons later on" he giggled, lowering himself to sit on the floor next to the bed I lay on, resting his elbows on the mattress and his head in his palms.
"anywaysss back to how we met I guess. Yeah Zodyl…" he exhaled
"You HATED him but like… you also had the 'best tea around ' according to himmm. SOOOO he would bring me to be like a taste tester to make sure nun of it was poisoned!" he was back to grinning like a physco. biting absentmindedly at his nails "Personally I think tea tastes like shit! But I did like when you occasionally tried to poison us. Even if you were bad at poisons and never put enough in to pack an actual punch, but it still ALWAYS hit the spot" he sighed dreamily. Before going to add more.
"Though usually when that happened you would end up in big trouble cuz like Zodyl didn't appreciate attempted poisonings, but he did alwayyysss come back so like' he hummed, turning around so he sat against the bed, his head leaned back onto it now.
"ok… hold on lemme think for a second." Jesus that was a lot of information, so I am a bad person? or maybe I'm not. Something in the back of my mind is telling me Zodyl is the bad person , I mean like I have to not like him so a reason. but then again my judgment might not be the best because the dude that stabbed me is starting to seem chill or something like that. Like I can trust him. Which honestly I probably shouldn't.
Its entirely possible I'm being lied to right now. But do I really care? Am I the type of person to care? I'm starting to wonder if I'm even the same person this dude thinks I am. What if I'm some weird doppelganger or like, I switched consciousness with someone-that would be so fucking weird.
yo why do I swear so much in my internal monologue , I own a TEA SHOP, shouldn't I be prim and proper? Or is it just a stereotype that tea drinkers are fancy snobs -this whole situation feels wrong. But also oddly right.
Apparently I also have a habit of zoning out a lot because jabber is in my face again, poking me in the cheek. "HeeeeLLLOOOOO I was talking to you! Dude!!!!!" he whined, basically straddling me as he sat on my lap. HOW DID HE EVEN GET ON ME WITHOUT ME NOTICING. But to be honest something in me doesn't even really mind. the more I'm around him the more I start to feel that this is normal between us somehow.
"HELLO?" he yells this time . I flick him in the forehead.
"oh my God dude are you always like this?"
…. "I dunno"
"what do you mean I dunno!"
"I dunnoooo" he shrugged.
is he high or something? he acts like someone that abuses substances. wait holdup a second. lemme rewind back a bit. "Yo, you said something about poison testing for Zodyl, and then also mentioned me actually poisoning you right?" I paused , tryna find a way to word my next question. "how are you not like …deeeadd? Even if I was bad at proper portioning of the poison"
he perks up at this. "Oh baby dont tell me you've forgotten my love for poisons!" he cooed, eyes shining brightly with excitment.
I have a feeling I'm about to endure a shitton of yapping aren't I.
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: CHAPTER: 3 --Is it real or just pretend?-- {Lyrics from: Familiar drugs//BY: Alexisonfire…)
Notes:
i wrote and edited this falling asleep half the time spare me
and please enjoyyyyyy
this chapter is silly
I think
I cant remember lmao
ik I put some random shit I learned in science to use, I maybeee said it wrong and or am wrong tho idkk
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There was, infact, a LOT of yapping to be done. So much so that I kid you not this dude starting tryna teach me some random science shit I could not care less about, but at the same time I did enjoy listening to him talk.
"sooo Carbon MONOXIDE is actually the poisonous gas! It only has one oxygen bonded to one carbon atom and is like SUPER DANGEROUS because it wants to gain a valance electron to get a stable charge, so when you inhale in it takes the oxygen from your blood!!!" He giggled in joy his hands flying around wildly as he explained, which wasn't really needed but oh well. "Carbon Dioxide is safe! Well as long as it's not in like, high concentrations ! It's carbon bonded with two oxygen moleculesss."
He paused "Honestly though I never really use either , Gasses are fun but I much prefer liquids for my poisons!" He sighed dreamily, his smile wobbly as he daydreamed off suddenly, no longer yapping.
I nodded lazily , comfy and wrapped in the covers of the bed
He had actually been nice enough to get me a hot water pack for my stomach before he started yapping. So for the most part I sat comfortably listening , though I'm not sure hot water packs are the best for a stab wound-but I was getting these weird like-cramps or whatever . He said it was from the poison on his claws, which yeah sure whatever COOL.. you stabbed and poisoned me that's chill for sure whatever man
"Huh… I guess the whole loving poison thing kinda fits- like half your outfit is purple -Hah! Now that I think about it your dressed like a poison type gym leader or some shit!!" I barked out, before wincing as the movements disturbed my wound.
"…Huh? They have gyms for poisons!?" He lit up. Standing to his full height, no longer sitting on the floor.
"No dude! Like you know, the Type gyms from Pokemon!"
… Wait a second.
"..what's Poke a mon? is that a city or brand" He hummed, tilting his head like a curious dog.
My expression goes blank. How can someone not know what Pokemon is your kidding me right?
Unless..
Nah
I need to stop thinking silly.
There's no way that I'm actually from another world or some shit.
cuz apparently me and him have a past together.
"Ah- nothing don't worry" I shrug it off , before throwing the hot water pack I had on my stomach at him. To be honest I felt completely comfortable with him now. Like we had known each other for years, which we apparently have. And even if he is lying about everything, honestly this is better than being alone.
I kinda hope he isn't lying though.
Now that I think about it I don't even know where I am. Slowly as I can I swing my legs off the bed before gingerly standing , careful not to tear my wound open if that's even possible. I'm not really smart about wounds and shit I don't think. From what Jabbers told me I'm smart about tea though.. which I didn't know a person could be.
"Woah woahh! Why are you getting up!" He whined in annoyance. "Are you really leaving alreadyyyy pleaseee don't leave" he added
"Dude I don't remember anything about myself and I don't even know where we are, where the fuck would I go???"
"..good point! And we're in my apartment!" He grinned.
I froze for a second "is this…your room?" I hummed curiously, holy shit was I in his bed? I can't tell if I'm grossed out or if I find it sweet that he cared about me enough to do that. We must have been pretty good friends , or whatever.
I kinda feel bad for not remembering
I took a second to properly look around. Which I'm surprised I haven't properly yet. This room was …oddly clean. I didn't really expect that from him with how chaotic he seemed to be. But when my eyes catch on the desk that's nearly organized with what I could only assume to be science instruments I guess it makes sense.
Your work space should be clean or some shit like that.
A decently sized window sits in the empty corner of the room adjacent from the door. It's curtains are drawn halfway, but it's still bright. Stretching from the floor to ceiling, though it was tall it wasn't big, it was pretty skinny and even if it was bright it made the rest of the room kinda feel like it was underground because you know…the rest of the walls had no windows.
"its a nice room, not really what I uh-expected from you"
"HAaaaH?!" he cried out in fake horror. "what did you expect then asshole!A not nice room?!"
I side eye him , holding back a snort. "well like, you do seem pretty chaotic you cant really deny that…and you stabbed me! I WILL keep bringing that up! usually people that stab other people are fucked up and live in messy conditions- actually wait fuck no. They also live in super clean and controlled environments too sometimes.." I mumbled off the last bit , trying not to laugh as he frowned and furrowed his brows.
"Well last I checked you've burnt people on multiple occasions! which is just as bad! you've burnt me too!…not that I minded though it felt nice and it was kinda hot -BUT STILL!!! YOu hypocrittteee. " He grinned at the end.
"Felt nice..?? Wait fuck that's not even what I wanna focus on , I DO WHAT TO PEOPLE???"
"burnt them, using your lighter , it looks really cool when you activate it! But don't worrryy you only used it when you had too!" he sighed dreamily again, he was weird. a shiver ran up my spine as I scowled at him. which seemed to brighten him up even more
"ew what the fuck I hope I didn't have to often-" waaaitt wait wait, this explains the lighter I had, I reached down to my pocket ,reaching in to find…nothing.
"Jabber wheres my is my lighter."
I felt a gnawing sense of almost fear in my stomach, or anxiety maybe. Something in me told me that the stupid lighter was important to me. I mean , I could feel it was , even if by the sounds of it i did do some odd shit with it.
"ohh ummm I didn't take it"
I narrowed my eyes.
"sorry?" he squeaked out , backing away
I jumped at him , tackling him to the floor and pinning him down.
I sat on his stomach , one of my hands pulling on one of his ears. "give it back!" I hissed through clenched teeth, holy fucking shit that movement hurt my stomach.
Jabber squirmed around under me , though he was giggling..again. "dude I missed this so much" he breathed out. "But like, you seem pissed now and if I gave it back you might attack me-" he paused "well you just did but I mean like attack me MORE. which I'm all for anytime and would love!" he paused again , finally prying my hand off from pulling on his ear. "Buuutttt your hurt right now so like, that's a bad idea love" he hummed.
I jumped off and scrambled backwards on the floor away from him, kicking him in the side as I did "EUGHHH DONT CALL ME THAT." I wiped my hands off on my shirt. "ew ew ew ewwwww"I knew we used to know each other but fuck I don't remember anything , why is he treating me like this. Does he not understand that he's still a stranger to me? even if I do trust him I share none of our past experiences.. it was gross
even though it did kinda fluster me.
FUCK SHUT UP INTERNAL MONOLOGUE.
"FINEEEE you never liked when I called you shit anyways." he grumbled, sitting up and rubbing the ear I pulled on. "Its in the kitchen. next to the kettle . actually, wanna make us some tea?" he smiled at the last bit.
I paused. The idea of making tea made me feel happy inside for some reason. maybe this would jog up some memories.
Maybe that's what he thought too.
"yeah sure whatever." I grumbled in defeat, standing. my hand cupping at my stomach wound which has seemed to have bled more.
I stomp out of his room. Sparing him a glare on the way out.
he just smiled back.
evil fucking Twink…
Notes:
also that last bit was a joke
or was it…
what
idk its 2am
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CHAPTER: 4 ## Would it sit and rot your stomach just to see what happened now? (Lyrcis from : Young Professionals //BY: The flatliners)
Summary:
I put my tea knowledge to use (using it in fanfic instead of actually making myself tea that isn't just the same kind i drink every day even tho ik how to make hella tea's)
Slight tw for the implication Jabber is on suicide watch or sum shit like that idk
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Notes:
ONLY ONE HALF OF MY SPACE BAR WORKS AND ACTUALLY MAKES A SPACE WHEN PRESSED?? idek dawgggg
i can feel my interest in gachiakuta fading which aghhh NOOO , one cuz i wanna continue this fic, two cuz lowk what's the meaning of life if I don't have a piece of media to daydream about.
anywayyssss edited over once feel free to point out errors per usual.
1.8k wordssss
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We were in the kitchen now, I had found my lighter and stuffed it into my pocket , ain't no WAY in letting him get his hands on it again. The kitchen was -quite small, had one fridge, which was poorly painted yellow and was covered in small lists and formulas it seems. An old stove stood at one end, a counter wrapped around the whole thing minus the entrance. Cabinets lined the walls up to the short ceiling. And for some odd reason the only light was a lamp in the corner, which was weird for a kitchen.
Jabber sat on one of the counter tops, swinging his legs, keeping a close eye on me as I filled the stove stop kettle with cold water. Completely ignoring him.
A shiver runs up my spine as he giggles …again . This dude giggles a lot.
"You know, last time you held that kettle you were trying to pour boiling water on me" he practically squealed in delight before continuing. "But Zanka stopped you saying 'That was too far!' or sum shit. Mr Bad Attitude just HAD to ruin the moment" he grumbled now , bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Resting his head on them as he shut up.
"…Zanka?" I hummed , setting the kettle on the oven and turning it onto medium, before turning to rummage through his cupboards for tea bags,I think? Unless he expected me to actually put the tea together with random ass leaves and shit ?? I don't really like…remember how to do that. He never responded to my question about this new person . he had like a good 30 seconds of internal monologue to do that. "Zanka?" I repeat.
"Oh yeah , you don't remember anything" he grumbled. his face scrunching up in annoyance." Hes the most amazing and wonderful and badass person ever and he hates me soo much" he sighed happily. "I love when he yells at me" he continued ,breathing out dreamily. he hopped down from the counter to instead lay on the floor for whatever fucking reason. he's just odd like that I guess
I shake my head . "Did I know him well?" I hummed, grabbing a leg ginger from a jar in his cabinets. Opening a drawer and grabbing a knife, it was pretty dull but did well enough as I cut the skin off the ginger before slicing the actual insides of the ginger as thin as I could. Something clicks in my mind and I take the kettle off the oven , moving it to the side.
"Yeah , but I don't really wanna tell you about your social standings with anyone, I feel like you should figure that out on your own" he grinned toothily up at me as I turn my head to glare at him. "I was just curious.." I grumbled out before turning to rummage through his cupboards. I turn to find him holding what I wanted. A shallow pan. "how did you know-" "The ginger" he interrupts. Not explaining further.
I take it from him hesitantly before turning to fill the shallow pan with the slightest bit of water, putting the oven on a medium heat and the pan down on one of the grates. I drop in the thinly sliced ginger into the saucepan before turning back to him. He kinda just leaned on the counter now. Can he not just stand normally? freak
I don't really say anything really. I suppose I just find it odd that he knows what I'm making while I'm still just guessing my every move based off what feels right. not really sure or aware of if I'm actually doing anything right, though it kinda feels familiar. I guess this is something I made a lot..?? "How did me cutting up ginger tell you what I was doing?" I mumbled out.
"You used to make it a lot whenever one of us got hurt, ginger tea I mean" he paused "I also knew because you don't really enjoy making this tea much at all, you find it too easy and boring, oooh and you were scowling while cutting the ginger up" he grinned, pointing at me while very poorly holding back a snicker. Asshole, but its also kinda sweet that he knows all that I guess.
I turn back to the stove as the ginger slice filled water starts to boil, I lower the stoves output to a simmer. Before rummaging through the cupboards once again for cinnamon , star anise and clover to throw into the ginger water, or tea? I don't know what to call it , is it tea if its not done yet? I shrug to myself. this shit was boutta be good as fuckkkkkk, I think. I dunno.
As that simmers with the ginger I take a turn to look for a teapot. After having to stretch out my wounded body way too much I finally find it tucked away one the back of a cupboard and- OH MY GODDD ITS SO CUTE ITS CHICKEN SHAPPEDD AWHHH???
I almost drop it while oogling at it in all its chicken pottery glory, before having to shake my head once again, taking a deep breath before turning back to my ginger water. Jabber comes up from behind me, handing me a strainer. "thanks" I mumble under my breath, before taking the lid off the chicken shaped tea pot, straining the ginger (and various other things) out of the water into the teapot, and putting the now empty pan into the sink.
Right as I'm about to try and find the compost to empty the boiled ginger slices and random spices, jabber GRABS A WHOLE ASS HANDFUL , and shoves them into his mouth. "aw man they lost all their spicy kick in the water." he whined, spitting the now chewed bits back into the strainer I was holding. "EWWWW JABBER" I screeched , flinging the chewed mush back at him.
He half screamed half laughed as he jumped back "What did I do!!!? " he barked out between loud ass barks of laughter. "IT LOOKED GROSS!" I snapped back, finally emptying the strainer in the compost before turning back to the tea. He sneaks up behind me, resting his head on my shoulder as I work now . "Jeeezz sorry you grump, Mr Bad Attitude Version 2.0" he mumbled practically into my ear as he side eyes me.
my eyes narrowed as I stared back at him before focusing back on my work. "I need a uh-" "Lemon" he interrupts wrapping his arms around me to hand me one ,where in the world did that even come from. wait actually ignoring that can he like- "Get off me???" I huffed, grabbing the lemon. "thanks though, jabber"
"awh mannn" he complained , but kept his distance. going back to sit on the counter on the other side of the small kitchen.
I slice the lemon in half using the same dull knife as before , and fuck it I squeeze the whole thing in, both halves. This tea was already going to be strong and spicy, well not spicy like SPICY.. but spicy like strong cinnamon and ginger. But anyways yeah I might as well just squeeze it all in.
and to even it out just a wee bit….
my eyes catch on a container labeled sugar, and I grab it hesitantly , taking a pinch and tasting it. "Oh , its actually sugar" I smiled , taking a heaping fucking scoop with a spoon and mixing it into the hot tea. "What did you think it was ?" Jabber asked curiously, almost offended.
"I dunno..crack or something?"
he made a face of mock horror, similar to the one he made earlier in his room. "Dude the only crack I'd ever get addicted to is you or Zanka yelling at me" he sighed, shifting to lay fully on his stomach along the counter. "I love when pretty people yell at me" he added quietly before breaking into a laughing fit , burying his face in his hands.
And yeah my face does burn up but I don't react or reply specifically to anything he just said.
"Get yourself a mug or something…" is all I respond, putting the chicken shaped teapots lid back on. steam and a gingery aroma coming from its spout as I carry it by the handle out the kitchen. This new space seemed to be a living room.
it had one larger window next to a sliding glass door which lead to a balcony. A worn down couch is pushed up against a wall, a round colorful carpet between it and a television stacked hap-haphazardly on some bricks.
I walk past that bit to a small 3 chaired table sitting by the prior mentioned window. I place down the silly teapot, stealing a quick look back to the kitchen I had just come from , checking that the coast is clear. Jabber loudly opens and closes cabinets , looking for the PERFECT cups apparently . those were his own words anyways.
I lean over the table to peek out the window. we seem to be pretty high up , and in a city apparently ? the whole city seems surrounded by a huge wall that bends inwards. Neon signs and large advertisements cluttered the street and buildings below and around us.
His windows were barred from the outside. When I try the door to the balcony its locked.
something clicks in my head again
oh.
I spare a glance back at him and he skips over with the two mugs. well, more like tea cups shaped as chicks, they match the tea pot.
I sit at the table across from him , taking the cups to pour us each some tea. I freeze as I lean over to pass his now full cup back to him. The muscles in my stomach clenching in pain. I finish passing him the tea and sit back down.
I quickly take a large gulp of my own tea, ignoring how it burnt. Ginger is supposed to help with muscle soreness yeah? This better fucking help. I set my cup back down, resting my forehead on the table. Jabber sips his tea calmly, which I wasn't aware of that being something he could do.Him being calm I mean. I guess there's a lot I'm not aware of.
Other than worrying about my past and my wound , which was currently throbbing and seizing up the muscles around it. I cant stop thinking about the fact that jabbers windows are barred and his balcony's door is locked. And now that I think about it he does seem to well, enjoy pain. He might just be a masochist or something but, I dunno. I Guess I'm worried for him, though I don't know why
I'm still doubting if I even am who I thinks I am.
I spare him another glance, he's done his tea and is drinking directly from the tea pots spout while giggling like a madman now.
"ok man" I huffed ,slamming my head back into to table. I'm not even going to bother to stop him.
Notes:
can you tell I'm getting more serious with my writing or nah lmao(I mean I tried)
GUYS I WANNA GET TO MAKING JABBER AND ZANKA INTERACT SOOO BADDD BUT I DONT WANNA RUSH
, I alr feel like this fic is moving fast lmao
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Chapter 5: CHAPTER: 5 .With rough hands and sore eyes. < Lyrics from : Rough Hands // BY: Alexisonfire>
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I tried to make this sad and angsty or wtv
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edited over once, so there may be erros
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I stare blankly into the table , flinching when he slams the teapot back down.
"DDAYMMMM that was spicy!" he feels the need announce loudly for some reason. Its only us two and there's only a table between us. I assume his reaching over the said table as he shakes my shoulder and then taps me on the head a few times.
"your annoying" I grumbled , turning my head to squish my cheek instead of my forehead against smooth wood .
"Yeah sure but like" he paused. Not finishing his sentence. All I hear is a scuffling. What in the world is he doing now-
I lift my head before falling back and out of my chair in a startle,and i let and ough as i feel myself stretch too far. I basically feel my wound rip.
jabber sits on the table like a fucking gremlin. Grinning down at me. ".. but you love it" he tilted his head to the side, finishing the sentence he had left off from before. "Dontcha?" He added , his tone more somber now. I sit up groaning in pain, again , and my wound now oozes blood freely, again- DUDE HOW MANY MORE TIMES IS THIS GOING TO HAPPEN!?
"yeah well not right now!" I seethed through clenched teeth. "Holy shit this hurts like I bitchhh I hate you so much." I spat out, trying to keep my voice from wavering, but it feels like no matter how hard I try to keep it steady, doing my best to sound more angry than scared, i fail.
The crack in my voice as I grunt out another "Fuck " and the tears welling in my eyes don't really help my case.
the top I had on was just SOAKED in a dark , almost purple red now and I was hugging my stomach and pressing down on my wound like my whole skeletal structure would pop out of it and run away to leave me a bag of soggy bloody and fleshy goop on the floor. At this point I wish the floor could just absorb me.
The silly chicken teapot rattles faintly on the table as Jabber shifts his weight before hopping off ,his hands on his knees as he crouched next to me. His brows furrow and instead of taking a look at my wound his pink eyes just stare into mine. His expression oddly blank now
Im so scared.
he leans in closer and I gag suddenly, turning away from him to retch into my bloodied hands as I try and fail to bring them up fast enough to properly cover my mouth.
i almost barf again smelling how my nose mouth and chin were smeared with bile probably puss and quite a bit of blood now, it smelt so sour.
I cough a few more times, feeling my mouth fill with saliva as my body prepares to vomit again. I turn back to jabber , swallowing thickly. He smiles again now , placing his hand on my shoulders like he's going to actually try to comfort me"You used to alwats get hurt like this and then take it like a champ. do you wanna srab me? you can if you wa-"
"Jabber I'm scared" I interrupted , voice hoarse now. I don't even try not to cry anymore. The tears just make it hard to see and honestly I don't mind. I'd rather not look down to watch myself possibly bleed out. And id rather listen to my own sobs than overthink the idea of my insides possibly pooling out like worms now that my wound had been stretched farther from me being a fucking dumbass and falling out of my chair.
I guess all that work i did in the kitchen to grab stuff contributed too though.
I should have made him grab the tea pot for me man.
His hand rests on my back now like he's almost trying to comfort me, well it would have if he had just shut up because the next thing out of his mouth was fucking terrifying to hear
"Do ya rememberrrrr," he paused, his gaze softening now. "when we used to practice stitching wounds and shit up on roadkill or stuffed animals? Your old lady you ran the teashop with made us learn because of how often I needed medical help," he grumbled that last bit like it was an annoyance and not an aide, "You never really got good at it. Actually your shit at anything medical that isn't tea" His rubs circles on my back now as my body seizes up to barf again"Well, you might not remember but I got pretty good at it"
Is he tryna convince me to let him .. out of all people (not that i know any others), to…stitch me up? HEEELLLLLLL NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
he pauses when i simply ignore him. That sounds so incredibly terrifying, that's some Adams family type shit..
Jabber's fingers pat against my trembling back. He hesitatingly opened his mouth to say something before closing it again.
cautiously now he pats my head once before standing and backing away, and when i look up to meet his pink gaze with my reddened and sore eyes, all i see is an old gnawing guilt (or some other poetic shit like that) looking back at me. He exhales through his nose and turns around, waving for me to follow "Alright, you soggy goopy pathetic cat, or whatever, i forgot you dont like it when i call you stuff."
he huffs, and i see his head tilt to the side lazily as he paused, still facing away from me. waiting for me to follow
"lets get you stitched up, this just feels depressing now" he grumbled the last bit.
"Fine fuck-" I managed to choke , my legs felt like jelly and lead at the same time as i tried to move them . The room spins
When i finally stand i wobble like a drunken old white man with a beer belly that's just left the pub after watching a game with the boys .And fuck I don't even really try to walk, there is no way i wont fall. my gaze lands on jabber as he peeps back over his shoulder. His smile back on his face, though his hands hanging by his sides fidget with his quilted purple sleeves.
i reach a hand out too him, almost like i wanted more comfort, or stability .Actually scratch that i did just want more comfort. I dont care if i fall, i wanna be close to him.
What?
Why the fuck do i want to be close to him?
Am i going to faint again? FUCK IM SO SICK OF-
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Shes passed out again.
Hes mad at himself.
Jabber flinches as she falls like a WHOLE ASS BAG of bricks into the floor. He turns fully to face her passed out form and grimaces at himself. He should have reached out to try and help when he had noticed and when he had seen her struggling to stand but-
But he hated the way his hands would have shook. And FUCK that does not make sense to him. Hes great with blood, infact he loves blood. And gore, and everything in between. He just not sure if hes, well, so great with her anymore.
And hes also mad with himself because he knows Zanka would be too. Worse than that Zanka would be disappointed , not only with what just occurred but every single odd and fucked up situation that led to this point.
This isn't how you treat someone you care about.
But does he even care about her anymore?
He walks quietly over , crouching next to her .
yeah.
He still cared.
But it broke him to know she probably didn't. Jesus fuck she could barely remember how to make tea and that was her WHOLE thing. How was she supposed to remember him and Zanka? And the truth was that she probably never would. And he could try to jog her memory but everything just felt so different know.
And if only she knew WHY he even had to find her out in the hellscape of trash and shit ,she would definitely hate him . Hes pretty sure she might already though.
Notes:
Zanka being mentioned more?👀
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CHAPTER: 6 {-I've never been good at anything, except to fucking up and ruining everything-} (Lyrics from : Old wounds// By: PUP)
Summary:
First bit is jabbers pov.
i feel like this ch is a rollercoaster
this also feels slightly out of character at some points but maybe not idkkkkk
1.7k words :3
edited over once , please feel free to point out errors
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Notes:
i would just like to say… sorry not sorry :D
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Jabber hummed calmly to himself as his hands slick with her blood stitched her stomach wound slowly. She was easy to operate on when well, she wasn't awake.
He remembered how as kids even when he simply tried to put a band aid on her she would start screaming and almost always ended up trying to fight him.
A lot has changed since then hasn't it?
He cursed as the needle slipped for a second, piercing into the last bit of open wound. He gingerly pulled It out before finishing the final stitch and tying the end off.
Something in him hates this.
But he also missed it.
He pulled his beds puffy purple covers over her. tucking her in as snugly as he could, he didn't really know how to though.
He was never good at making people feel safe, or loved . And he hated that about himself. Because in his mind all he did was love. Especially when it came to her, or Zanka
Fuck he loved Zanka. He would carve his initials into his own soul if he could. though he couldn't, so he had them carved into his thigh. Deep and scarlet. He remembered the night Zanka found out.
the memory was so vivid and warm up till then. Everything was going so well.
And then just as things were getting good , and were about to get better, zanka saw
And he just- started crying . Tracing fingers gently over the wounds.
Jabber remembers it clear as day.
he never really understood why , it was an act of devotion wasn't it? Plus it felt good, so why would Zanks hate it so much? He didnt mean to make him uncomfortable
Zanka always made him feel comfy. He wanted him to know that.
He just didnt know how to communicate it he supposed.
He huffed at himself shaking the thoughts away as he sat against his bed on the floor now. biting at his nails. he felt-gross. Disgusted with himself. A guilt building in his stomach and pulling him into the floor.
His sheets were covered in her blood now.
He wished she was awake.
His eyes watered and stung as they threatened to spill tears , which wasn't something that had happened in a while. And then he was laughing, biting into the palm of his hard enough to draw blood as he tried to get his own thoughts to shut the fuck up for once.
He had always been that one dude that talked too much. He couldn't even stay quiet in his own head
"you still love me right?" he whimpered quietly , though he new he wouldn't get a response. He pulled at his own hair , not minding how the bloody and open wounds on his hands rubbed uncomfortably against it.
"fuck i hope you still love me." he mumbled again. pulling his knees up to his chest.
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Im waking up again , to find myself in jabbers bed, again
Why is this always happening.
.the covers I'm under under are stained with what i assume is my own blood, and as i lift them to asses myself , I flinch upon seeing my now stitched wound , i don't know why though. it was done well, I guess I'm just surprised. Or also kinda grossed out that my shirt was gone and i was only in a bra now. i pull the covers back up to cover myself.
i take a second to look around the room-i don't see jabber anywhere. I throw the covers off myself again and slowly get out of bed , only to trip on something as i stand.
Well trip on jabber i mean. i face plant right into the floor, and i suppose he was sleeping because well like, he jumps up and looks confused as shit.
i stand back up , staring down at him. Should i offer him a hand or something? maybe, yeah.
I reach out , cringing when his hand grabs mine, its sticky, ew . I still pull him up though, even if im grossed out . why the hell is his hand sticky.
as he goes to take his hand back i pull it closer, forcing it open to inspect. He bit his fucking palm open i think.
"did you do this?"
"yeah" he responded plainly, though he was giggling again. which i guess made me feel better- the last thing i really remember from before i passed out was that cold expression on his face. It had me concerned. I dont know why im so concerned for him. i bring his bloodied palm up to my face, pushing my cheek into it . I dont really know why.
Jabber grins , his face reddening as he averts his gaze . "haha real funny " he scoffed, even though he was shaking. he is NOT nonchalant. actually he could barely hold back his snickers.
his thumb rubbed circles as he cupped my face.
"Damn that fall must have really shaken you or something , i mean you did hit your head pretty hard." he hummed "not that im complaining"
what.
oh yeah, i seem to be pretty good at forgetting.
i slowly pry his hand off my face before letting go of it. "yeah sorry, i forgot were still like strangers.." i mumbled
"I think you mean im a stranger to you." he took a breath "I still know you, at least i hope so"
this feels too intimate.
"i dont know if - if i wanna know you . Again i mean. " i spoke quickly , immediately regretting it when his smile no longer reaches his eyes . I wipe the blood from his hand off my face.
He wipes his hand off on his shirt. "Im uh-sorry about stabbing you" he spoke more softly than i had heard him speak yet. Fidgiting with his hands now. Was this his second time apologizing? i don't remember
"Really? I fucking hope so" i spat back, before continuing .
" GOD i wish you had never found me out thereee" i groaned, turning away from him and dragging my hands down my face.
I'm surprised to find that they are clean now, no longer caked in my own blood and barf, like he had wiped them down while i was out cold and he was stitching me up.
"I forgot how much you and Mr. Bad attitude had in common"
i paused "that's that uh, Zanka dude you told me about?"
"yeah-" he scratches at the back of his neck. "actually I've been meaning to tell him that i had found you!" he cheered up suddenly. "oooOOOo this is the perfect excuse to call Zannkyyy"
yeah sure whatever.
"orrr maybe i could invite him over!!" he squealed, shaking with joy again, and smiling like a weirdo
"Sure whatever , just get me a shirt" i grumbled.
"oops yeah." he skips across his room , grabbing a hoodie from his drawers and throwing it at me. Honestly im comfy without it around him even dressed like this for some reason , which wtf ew .But I feel safe from anything-like, you know… that. Im only really concerned about being stabbed again. Which meh.
I slip into the hoodie.
He taps on the red choker or whatever he has on his neck, which i hadn't noticed before and then just- starts talking. "ZZzaaankaaaa" he drawled out , laughing again. "wanna come over? Please" he paused as if listening to something. Is he on a call? I don't see a phone..?
he sighed loudly. "FIneeeee uhhhhhhggg, wweeeeeeee can meet at the teashop instead ?-HEY WHAT ,ME INVITING YOU TO MY HOUSE ISNT A PLOT FOR MURDER!?"
and now im trying not to laugh, i have no idea what this Zanka dude said but i think im starting to like him.
"oOoookayyy see you soon zannkkssss- HEY HE HUNG UP ON ME!!" he screeched now. God i feel bad for everyone else in the stupid ass apartment complex.
he sighs dramatically before walking over to me , grabbing me by the hand and dragging me out of his room and to what i assume is the front door, hes putting his shoes on so i look for mine-
HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WEARING MY GROSS ASS SHOES I WALKED THROUGH TRASH WITH THIS WHOLE TIME??
AND IN HIS BED??
TWICE?!?
"with all due respect …which is none ,the fact that ive had my shoes on in your bed is so fucking disgusting what the hell man" i practically gagged.
"well i didn't wanna take your shoes off and seem like a weird pervert!" he exclaimed, scowling .
"dude i already think your a weird pervert, and i think your even weirder now FOR LETTING ME WEAR MY SHOES THAT HAVE BEEN IN GARBAGE JUICE IN YOUR APARTMENT LET ALONE YOUR BED??" i narrow my eyes at him. my face twisted in a look of disgust.
"Your just mean.." he grumbled before opening his door and running to the elevator across the hall without another word, spamming the button on the wall. I follow , rolling my eyes.
When the elevator comes i climb in with him , sweating as the doors close because ohmy this thing felt shakey, and yeah it did end up jerking and shaking a shitton on the way down to the main floor.
hes dragging me by the hand again. i cringe at the feeling of his scabbing wound. And then im not because we are out the main entrance and into the road filled with bright and neon lights and advertisements, and hes pulling me through the crowds of people in the streets. I look up and the sky is dark. its night i guess, but everything down here is so bright I didn't even really notice.
and then suddenly it IS dark because jabbers pulling me through an alley , and then im flash banged by a bright street as we pop out somewhere else. The next thing i know , were stopped in front of a dingy little shop. It looked so…pathetic. especially compared to the bars and clubs lining this street.
"its your tea shop!" he grinned.
my jaw falls slack. I thought tea shops were fancy- we had a whole conversation about this, this tea shop looks like it WOULD let crazy people like jabber in…I guess that makes sense though"i was expecting something…nicer honestly" i mumbled out
jabber frowns at me before spotting someone in the distance behind me, and then hes waving like a psycho "ZAAANKAAAAAAAAA!" he yelled out.
oh never mind. this is interesting.
I turn too see a blond , oh wait , also brown haired guy walking towards us..with a huge ass stick?? never mind that i guess , because Jabber dosent seem worried.
And now im frowning. He WAS walking towards us but now hes just standing a few feet away ,completely frozen. Jabbers standing behind me shaking my shoulders. "LoooOOOOOK WHO I FOUND ZANKS!" he called out.
oh boy.
Notes:
hehhhhhhhhh cliffhanger :P
CHAPTER: 7 //I'll never get you outta my mind .It keeps me awake, and it keeps me alive// -LYRICS FROM: doubts // BY: PUP///
SUMMARY: HEYYY WE MEET ZANKA FR...and other stuff...
this one is kinda silly
Notes:
HEEYYYYuuhh..its been ...5 weeks...
and this chapter MIGHT be kinda shorrtuuhhh , my bad gang
this one was supposed to be longer to celebrate 50 kudos and 1k hits BUT OMFG 81 KUDOS??? TYSMM???
I would have written more but my mental health is SO shit rn and school is intense rn cuz exams r soon uGGHhh
anyways , I really appreciate all the support and ty for the lovely comments <3
I hope yall enjoy this chapter!!!
(I'ma be fr I didn't edit over it much , but also.. its 1111k words!!! :3 )
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Jabbers no longer behind me shaking my shoulders but has ran over and is now clinging onto this Zanka dude. Grabbing onto his arms and hugging him tightly while giggling in joy."MR BADDD ATTITUDDEEEEEEEEE!!!"
I pity him, the Zanka dude I mean, jabber is still kinda covered is my and his own blood. ..gross.
I thought he was usually more tidy than this if he wasn't fighting? Hasnt he ussualy cleaned himself up by now? he was always a neat person-his house might have not have been the nicest but it was…REALLY clean. And everything around here-or if I remember right most houses are kinda messy and worn down.
I pause. Am i making stuff up in my head or am i actually remembering random ass stuff. Anyways , even if he is usually tidy i guess he was like… busy making sure i wouldn't die, and cleaning me up, which is sweet.
"uhh, Hi?" i called out, swaying my arms nervously. Though i do admit i have to hold back a laugh as Zanka tries and fails to peel jabber off of him.
I cautiously take a few strides closer to the two, grateful this area isnt too busy because honestly watching Jabber bury his face into Zankas neck is kinda…awkward. I think Zanka feels the same way as i do though because he isnt even staring at me like a dead fish anymore but instead trying to kick Jabber in the shins.
Zanka drags himself and jabber over. And then hes staring at me blankly again , like he wants to talk to me but doesn't know what to say, which really isn't helping the situation because I don't know what to say either
"uh.. jabber said i know you?" I avert my eyes to the side awkwardly , stuffing my hands into the hoodies pocket.
"Yeah. I know you." he huffed, holldup did he sound..annoyed?? Maybe he was just upset with jabber clinging onto him but…. He was kinda like..staring me down.
"So I do know you?" I continued
"Yes..you know me. We know eachother"
I take my hands out of my pocket again. This is so awkward …help .
I jump back as Zanka finally gets a good grip on jabber and absolutely just SLAMS him into the floor before bringing the blunt end of his staff down into hiw stomach. its curved half facing up to the sky…it looked spikey. Im so happy he didn't use the spikey side.
And I hate to say it but I'm not even surprised when Jabber moans…I kinda got that vibe from him to be honest.
Zanka lifts his staff back up and holds it close while putting up a look of disgust , even if his cheeks are a wee bit pink. "ew ok, anyways… WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!??!" he's suddenly yelling, pointing the staff at me. POINTING THE FUCKING SPIKEY END AT ME???
"Uhhmmm…Buisness trip?'" "FOR WHO??? ZODYL??? BECAUSE YOU NEVER EVEN TOLD ENJIN , OR ANYONE ANYTHING…" he took a deep breath in. "we have ALL been looking for you, you know that right?" he groaned , pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand
jabber , who was still on the nasty ass road rolled over , propping his chin on his hand and his legs kicking idly in the air behind them.
"Ok ok OKKKK uhhmm, so the business trip thing was a joke-" I pause when Zankas glare intensifies. "LOOK OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN.. with no interuptions""fine""thank you. So, Uhm I have NO idea who enjin is , or you too I guess. I KINnNNnnnDDaaa know about Zodyl? Jabber told me about him , I know I hate Zodyl…Uhm I know jabber, well as well as you can know a person after like, a day. I think its been a day I don't know… Im ranting sorry. OH and I don't remember ANYTHING, which you might have been able to guess from all that..still seemed important to add though." I take a deep breath in. "so yeah"
Zanka just blinks at me before turning to jabber and absolutely SWINNGGGINNGGGG his staff at him , someone get this boy on a baseball team!!!
I do jump back though because then he swings again, and again…and again… and now jabbers bleeding from his side… Should I step in?? I don't really know like, what I would do to help, I don't think I could help, that staff looks HEAVY and hes acting like its light as fuck.
But I guess I DONT have to step in because he finally draws his hits and steps away as jabber shakily stands, his rings , his rings..? TURNED INTO FUCKING CLAWS?? wait I already knew this from when he beat the shit out of that monster or whatever. Blood soaks his clothing so it clings to his side, but he's smiling the toothiest smile ever and I SWEAR I can hear a constant low whimper from him.
"what did I do to piss you off so bad Zan-Zaaannn~?"
"What did you do??? YOU GAVE HER SOME WEIRD ASS POISON OR SOME SHIT THAT MESSED WITH HER HEAD OR SOMETHING!!!" He hollered , raising his staff again.
"WHAT, JABBER DID YOU POISON ME ???!?!! IS THAT WHY I CANT REMEMBER SHIT???"
jabber blinks at me , his smile fading. "no? I would never do that unless you wanted me to, and I would have had to have tested it on myself first if it was a new one! I'm not THAT reckless! Also I found you in No Mans Land!!! "
"WHAT THE FUCK IS NO MANS LAND???"
"YOU FOUND HER IN NO MANS LAND??" zanka cuts in , freaking out now. "DID YOU BRING HER TO A DOCTOR???"
jabber pauses, tapping one of his well, talons, I guess, on his chin. "No, but uhh we had ginger tea and I sewed her up" he smiled. swinging his hands back and forth now.
"Sewed her up??"
"yeah he stabbed me"…
"YOU STABBED HER???
"yeah but its ok" I chime in. "I kinda hated him for it but looking back on it , it was kind hot." I shrugged , that felt WAY to casual to say.
"UGHHH JABBER!" Zanaka groaned , throwing his staff at him before crouching down and running his hands down his face. Jabber catches the staff..holding it in a way that seems..gentle? I don't really know how to explain it. EW DID HE JUST GIVE THE STAFF A KISS.
"DAMN I missed lovely" he hummed , hugging the stick and squishing his cheek into it.
"…what the fuck."
and now zankas ugly sobbing…
okay man…
ok…
we're cooked
Notes:
Also forgot to mention , ch 7 marks 10k words
HELLL YEAHHHH BROTHERRR
OK ANOTHER NOTE THE MORNING AFTER I FORGOT I WROTE THIS BUT IN SUBSCRIBED TO MYSELF FOR SOME REASON SO I GOT THE NOTIF I POSTED???
I was at a concert before writing this bro I don't remember shit 😭😭😭
Anyways reading my own work with no recollection of it was....weird.... Like I can tell I wrote it but I don't remember doing it..
Ok that's all bye
