Pretty simple!
I’m revived after a long long needed break… HUZZAHHH!!
𐔌 . ⋮ Stuff that I write/write for .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
ִ ࣪𖤐-Smut
ִ ࣪𖤐-Fluff
ִ ࣪𖤐-Angst
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Characters- (there is a bow (۶ৎ) beside them if I really like writing for them)
Chishiya ۶ৎ
Niragi Suguru ۶ৎ
Aguni
Arisu
Usagi
Kuina
Hatter
Ann
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Every single one ( especially Felix and Hyunjin) ۶ৎ ۶ৎ ۶ৎ
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ᛝ Squid Game ᛝ
Nam-Gyu
Thanos ۶ৎ
Gi-hun
The Salesman ۶ৎ
Jun-ho ۶ৎ
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ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ GACHIAKUTA ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ
-legit everyone except for minors like baby dear be so fr. (Will age up Zanka if requested, nothing more than that tho)
favs would either be Tamsy, Jabber, or Zanka
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If you tell me a character out of the list, then I most likely will just try to search him/ her up and try to make the character as accurate as possible!
I also do headcannons and other things, so just send a request my way!
I also will try my best to get a series going! Thank you so much for reading my List!!
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can we PLEASE have more toxic! jabber please please, maybe with a scenario that you get caught sneaking out to go with your friends?
YESYESYESYESYESYESYES
ꫂ᭪Buttons
A Jabber x fem!reader
CW: cursing, use of the n-word(I’m black i can say it don’t come for me.) lowkey tame but toxic Jabber, Lowk set in a modern au?
“Girl I dunno… you sure you wanna do this?” Your friend talked to you on the other side of your phone.
You were sitting on your bed, painting your nails as you talked with her on speaker.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned, finishing up on your last purple fingernail.
“I meannn.. I get that you wanna get out and party a little, but won’t yo man be upset..?”
You stared at your phone as if your friend could see you roll your eyes and scoff.
“Nah, he should be fine!”
He was in fact not fine.
“No.” He answered simply. He didn’t even look up from his rings, fidgeting with them, watching how they catch the light.
You had told him you’d be going out with a few friends to see random places, like a club or whatnot.
“No..??” You began, “No what?”
“No, you ain’t going.”
You nearly hit back a harsh laugh at how ridiculous the entire thing sounded.
“Shit funny?”
He finally looked up from his rings. It took you a minute to realize.. this nigga was dead serious.
“Wait, seriously?” Your smile slowly faded.
“Dead fucking serious, ma.” He relaxed against the couch he was spread out on, leaning his head back against the rachety cushions. “I ain’t tryna comprimise.”
Per usual..
“But I wanna spend time with my friends!”
“And I want you to stop fuckin’ asking.”
You stood there, almost like a child being denied candy.
“Don’t pout at me, mamas.” He grinned up at you, “You know better.”
“Do you not see how unreasonable this shit is?”
“I have a perfect reason for this shit.” He threw his head back against the couch, his locs falling back to expose his eyes more.
“That reason being??” You mumbled, a little peeved.
“Cuz I want you to stay home.”
You scoffed, “Jabber, I gotta go!! Yknow how it’ll look on me?” You crossed your arms in a pout.
“Could care less, ma. Now imma go play a game wit my boys.” He pulls out his phone, texting one of his homies. He stood up, pecking you on the lips shortly before going into his game room. He sure knew how to end a conversation quickly.
You admitted defeat, sucking in a breath through your teeth before exhaling deeply.
It was getting late, and your phone was blowing up from your friends asking if you were gonna show.
Jabber was in his game room, cursing at his dumbass teammates on Rust.
You hated being stuck at home most of the time, so you called your friend.
“Girl.. my boyfriend said I couldn’t come.”
Silence for a short moment..
then laughter.
“You fucking with me!?” You heard her cackle on the other end.
“Yeah yeah real funny. No I’m not.” You groaned, rubbing your temples.
“Just sneak the fuck out. It’s not like he gon kill you or some shit.”
You debated the idea very very very deeply.
“Not a bad idea.” You spoke in a whisper. “I’ll be at your place in 10.” You hung up the phone.
You quickly hopped up from your bed, tip-toeing around as you got dressed into a particularly cute outfit. You heard Jabber yell, “Yo team, he’s raidingggg!!! Defend-!!”
You could easily sneak out. He was distracted. It’d be easy. Still, you hesitated. You stood at your window, opting on climbing out and landing on the ground with surprising silence. You even surprised yourself. You fixed up your hair quickly, walking to your friends house.
The club was loud. It was very loud.
Music pounded at your ears, and the drinks in your system buzzed you hella good. All was shits and giggles until you felt a buzz in your purse.
“Damn, already?” You scoffed under your breath.
You already knew who it was.
You stepped outside, for breath and for some silence to see if you could bullshit your way out of this one.
You picked up, “Hallo?”
“Ma, where you at?” Jabber hissed.
“Runnin’ some errands.”
“Try again.”
“Huh? Boy, don’t play with me-”
He countered quickly, “Don’t play with me. Now try the fuck again.” He scolded through the phone.
“At the club with Aniya and a few of my friends.” You reluctantly admitted. “We jus got here-”
He hung up the phone.
Fuuckk…
Well, now all you could do was wait. You strutted right back into that club, finding your friends across different ways and telling ‘em you had to pack up and go.
“You got a ride, girl?” Aniya asks,
“Yeah.. yeah pretty sure I do.”
You always did.
You walked back outside, leaning against the club’s wall, which was still practically vibrating from the bass of the music.
It didn’t take long before Jabber pulled up in his black, purple-trimmed truck. He rolled down the window, glaring daggers into you as he called out, “Get in.”
You did, no questions asked.
The ride home was quiet…. A little too quiet for Jabber. You dragged your eyes toward him occasionally, finally speaking up. “Listen—Jay— I ain’t wanna fight tonight, I mean cmon, it was just me and my girls-”
“Only you and the girls in that club? Damn, you lucky as fuck.” He scoffed, giving a snarky, mocking grin.
“Don’t be like that.” You replied, “I dunno why you so mad.”
His fist clenched on the steering wheel, the other outside of the window. “Don’t be like what? I got a right to be pissed when my girl’s out running around behind my back.” He glares at you in a side-eye, keeping his face straight toward the road.
“You said I couldn’t hang out wit my girls! Ain’t that a little too possessive of ya? They ain’t guys.”
He scoffed through his nose again.
You crossed your arms, turning.
“Ion know why the hell you mad.” He quickly bit out.
“You aint let me do anything..” you remarked back.
Once you both got home, he parked in the driveway. You immediately tried to unlock your door and leave, but Jabber was faster. You watched him unlock his own door, walking around the front of the truck and unlock your door.
He opens it, like the gentleman he is, and he takes out wrist, like the gentleman.. he is..? Then he yanks you inside the house, pulling you by your waist to him with one hand and yanking at your hair with the other.
“You pull that shit again, trust me.” He practically breathes down your neck, his breath gracing your collarbone as he leans down.
“You ain’t gon make it home before I’m done with you.”
You shivered from his warm breath, “Baby—”
He cut you off with a rough kiss, practically forcing his tongue down your throat. He stared down at you, watching your reactions, not bothering to close his eyes.
“You gon be good for me?” He grinned. “Or you wanna go back to that club and grind on another nigga?” Jabber connected your lips again, now both of his hand drifting to your waist, squeezing just for the fun of it.
“N’no I’ll be good..” You breathed out pathetically.
“You all mine, right, mamas?” Jabber grinned sneakily as he scanned your now puffy lips.
“Yeah. All yours.” You muttered back.
“Yeah.. don’t push my buttons like that again, ma.” He warned.
He ended the conversation with another sloppy kiss, making you lean into his touch.
God, you wanted him bad.. maybe a little possession wasn’t that bad.
Can you make a gachiakuta rockstar au with like zanka or Tamsy and they’re in a band with some other cleaners and the reader is a fan or something and meet them… this is my first time requesting so sorry about how unplanned it is 😭
Music Notes ˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞
A Rockstar!Tamsy x fem!reader
CW: nothing
You loved music. Lived for it, one might say. The way it made you move and feel was unbelievable. You needed music in your life.
When you first heard of Tamsy’s band, it really heightened those feelings.
You and your friend were hanging at your house, just genuinely sitting around, doing a whole lotta nothing.
“Hey have you heard of the band ‘White Angels’??” They asked, knowing you’d pounce at any chance to meet a new band.
“Never.” You sat up from your couch-potato posture, leaning forward as your friend showed you their phone. It was a very nice photo, but nothing else really caught your eye other than Tamsy.
He was the lead guitarist, and let’s be honest here, he genuinely looked like an Angel. He fit the band’s name well.
“Woah who’s that-?” You asked, pointing straight at the blonde-blue haired man.
“Tamsy. Lead guitarist and lyricist.” Your friend answered with a smirk.
You stared at him for a minute before looking away, smiling. “I’ll look into that band.”
For the next few weeks, you listened to the bands music everywhere. While working at home, driving, basically anywhere that had an aux plug or headphones.
Then one amazing day, your friend got their amazing hands on White Angel’s amazing concert tickets!!!
You basically jumped for joy with them as you got ready and got dressed on big day.
You waited in a fairly long line before getting crowded up in the front. There wasn’t any general seating, it was just a big stage area with a grassy front, bars and plenty of security keeping people from jumping over and onto the stage.
Semiu, the bassist, walked out first.
Then the drummer, Enjin..
The second guitarist, Riyo..
Finally the lead guitarist.
Tamsy.
He was actually more beautiful in person. You loved him, despite him not even knowing who you were, you loved his guitar, his hair, his music…
You were a huge fucking fan.
Once the music started playing, you and your friend screamed the lyrics, your hair slightly sticking to your forehead from sweat.
You’re friend and you obviously decided, because why the hell not, to start screaming Tamsy’s name.
He looked up from his guitar for a split second, smirking at the two ladies. It was something he always did to every woman, but you still felt so unique.
He leaned down near the edge of the stage, and nearly everyone who had hands reached out to him. Security had a little trouble holding everyone back, but it worked out.
Who’s hand was the highest, though?
Yours, obviously.
In a break where he wasn’t playing, he quickly high-fives you. Your eyes immediately shot to your hand.
Then at your friend.
Then back at your hand.
“That was fucking awesome!!! He touched my hand!!” You couldn’t help but laugh.
You both collectively squealed, blending in with the crowd.
You might’ve just found your new favorite band.
A/N: yall sorry if thee things are coming out slow and short im lowkey getting back into the groove of things. I should be back in my prime in no time dw dw
can you pls write fem!reader giving chishiya a blowjob???? >.<! Maybe add him not wanting to cum in her mouth but she forces it down anyway,,, leaning more towards bottom chishiya....??? 🩺
yes even tho I suck at smut
Chishiya x gn!reader
no pronouns used
CW: mentions of spit, blowjob, OOC chishiya?? (He’s kind of a sub in this)
NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI!!!!!
Chishiya was always known as a calm, composed man. He wasn’t really one to do anything too overdramatic.
That was just him.
You, somehow, decided to rip that from him in his hotel room one fateful night.
You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, constricting your throat around him as spit gathered at the corners of your mouth.
Chishiya had his head thrown back against the sheets. All sorts of unholy curses and moans spewed out of his mouth like instinct. He gripped the roots of your hair, moving his hips in tandem with your throat.
“Oh nghh.. fuck.. g’nna cum..” He breathlessly groaned, biting his bottom lip to stifle some noise.
You gripped the edge of the bed to steady yourself, your knees and throat hurting from use. You gagged and stuck out your tongue, licking a long strip up from the base to his pretty pink tip.
Going back down, you held yourself there. Your nose mingled with his happy trail, and you held his thighs to keep him from moving again.
He tried pulling you off, the neediness in him showing a bit as he practically begged to cum somewhere else, anywhere but down your throat.
“Please—fuck—c’mon-.. anywhere else.. I need to see it.” He whimpered pathetically.
You kept your mouth on him, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He shot hot ropes down your throat, making you gag slightly from the salty intrusion.
You pulled off of him with a wet pop, a line of spit connecting your lips to his still-leaking tip.
You spit out some of the cum that was still stuck in your throat into a nearby tissue, softly looking up at him.
All he could do was look down at you, half-lidded and somehow still breathing.
“Don’t pull that again.” He quickly muttered, despite knowing he would want you to do it again.
“If you say so.” You reply with a smug look, playfully wiping your mouth
A/N: I’m tryna get all these requests done so trust the process 😭✌️
Could you do aguni x reader like them in borderlands like it can be anything if not
Maybe in-ho from squid game or gi-hun🥹
Right here ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
Aguni x fem!reader
CW: mentions of guns, Drabble perhaps?
A/N: sorry if it wasn’t up to your request hopes I’ll make a new one if you don’t like it mostly bc I barely get requested Aguni so I kinda forgot how to write him
Fireworks and the cheers of the people at The Beach echoed in your ears in a random blotch of noise and music.
You, of course, celebrated with everyone. What were you celebrating, you might be asking? No idea.
It could be multiple things; Staying alive, keeping your cool in this hellhole, or getting laid. The options for celebration here were endless.
You sat in one the chairs beside the pool, a pretty black swimsuit under your transparent cover.
You looked good, devilish one might say. You crossed your legs, adjusting the your sunglasses despite it being slightly dark outside. Why not aura farm a lil bit?
You saw the militants walk through the crowd; parting them like the Red Sea. You pulled down your glasses a bit to look at the group. Niragi was being his loud self, assault rifle slung over his shoulders, posture hunched like no one cared.
Then there was Aguni.
The Aguni.
He held so much authority, despite only being the leader of the militants. He obviously caught your eye. His walk shook almost everyone around him with each heavy step.
You haven’t talked to him though. It was more of a silent crush than anything.
You leaned back in your chair, looking over at the two newcomers. A boy and a girl. They looked fairly young. You watched the Militants go over to them, Aguni ordering for the woman to be taken. The boy stands up, proudly trying to defend the woman.
You chuckled softly to yourself.
How stupid of him.
You watched as they dragged both of the newcomers away.
Great.
They just got here, and they already messed up.
It’ll be a wonder to see if they last.
You were walking through the lobby out of sheer boredom. You were staring at your wristband, not paying attention to what’s in front of you.
Like a cringy rom-com it happened. You bumped face-first into Aguni’s chest.
When your eyes met his, you were still kind of on his chest, so you backed up slowly.
“Sorry, didn’t see ya there.”
Seriously.? That’s all you could say…?
Aguni let out a gruff hum in acknowledgment before crossing his arms. He stared down at you with cold and unforgiving eyes.
“Watch it next time.”
“Take your own advice.” You mumbled, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
You both stared at each other for a minute… then he let out an amused huff. He walked past you, leaving you there as you stood. You guys actually talked. That’s cool… coolio.. awesome……
You played it off, continuing your walk before making your way back to your designated hotel room, a newfound skip in your step.
It was a simple run-in. Something he probably wouldn’t even remember, but it still stuck with you.
When you reached your room, you plopped onto your bed, exhaling in exhaustion. Maybe next time you guys will actually talk? Maybe not. You just hoped it would happen again.
You constantly now found yourself looking at Aguni more than usual. You even approached him once or twice casually, claiming you were just passing by.
God, it was hard to talk to someone so shut off and cold, but it was a beautiful challenge. You tried more.. and more.. and more, until he eventually talked to you normally. This was the first victory among more to come. You leaned against the bar counter, still chatting.
“Sooo…! Whatcha like to do?” You asked aimlessly, obviously not knowing what to talk about.
“I like to shoot guns. N’workout.” He answered gruffly.
“I probably should’ve guessed that.”
“Probably.”
You smiled sheepishly, softly looking away as you sipped your gin martini, exhaling through your nose.
Aguni turns his attention to you, “What about you? Hobbies?”
You looked a bit taken aback, thinking he wouldn’t care at all about those things.
“I like to play games, not the deadly ones.. video games; the ones that were fun before we got sucked into this place.”
“Hm, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, I also like to take walks. I’m pretty active.”
“That’s very healthy of you.”
“OH! And music!” You just kept rambling on about your favorite songs, and how you loved each and every one of them in their own way.
“Ah, I see. It’s good to enjoy something you love, if you don’t, then what’s the point of loving it?”
“Yeah, you’re right.” You grin. Your eyes were locked onto his, but his were staring at his glass.
Aguni sat with you in silence for a short breath before Niragi walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. Aguni finally stood up from the bar stool.
“Until next time.” He quickly turns to you, giving a short nod before walking off with Niragi. Niragi gave you a once-over with a sleek smirk, rifle still slung over his shoulders like the night before.
Until next time.
Yeah, you sure hoped that there would be a next time.
heyyyy!!! can you do zanka x artist reader? like they’re insecure about their art cause somone told them it’s pointless and they should give up. and he like catches them drawing one day and they do the the whole “oh it doesn’t matter haha…” pleaseeeee
Masterpiece
A Zanka x artist!reader
CW: Fluff, a bunch of praises from Zanka, kinda bad thoughts from reader, cursing
You were having an awesome day.
You stood up and smiled at the art with your hands on your hips, smiling at the brick wall now covered in beautiful graffiti. You certainly were proud of it.
Suddenly, you heard a sound behind you, a gasp of absolute disbelief.
“H-Hey!!! That’s my wall!!!”
You turned to see an old man, obviously not pleased with someone graffiting on his shop.
“Ah, m’sorry-!! I didn’t know this place was occupied-”
“Oh c’mon.. you seriously don’t think your art is good, right…??”
A random surge of uneasy settled over you. All the pride you had in your art dissipated into nothing as you frowned.
The old man stood beside you, looking at your graffiti then back at your face, unfazed by your annoyance.
“It sucks. It’s a useless piece of shit. You should quit while you’re ahead.”
He took the bucket of water that sat beside the wall that you used to erase or redo a part you didn’t like.
SPLASH
You held your hands up so no water got on your clothes.
All you could do was look at the art you worked so hard on, now washed away in random splotches of colors. You grabbed your spray cans, putting them in a bookbag you usually carried around with you to carry all your art things.
You bowed slightly,
“Sorry.”
That’s all you could muster out while gritting your teeth. You could be judged and insulted on every single thing except for your art… it struck deep.
You opted on going back to cleaners HQ, where you normally resided, for inspiration, or just a wall to color on. It was safe there..
You walked up to the front desk, Semiu not bothering to look up from her magazine. You cleared your throat, gaining a look up from her.
“Oh hey. Zanka’s in his room. You know where issat.”
You nodded, “Thanks Semiu.”
You arrived at Zanka’s door, knocking once. Twice. Thrice..
He finally opened the door, groaning. “This better be importan-” he immediately shut up at the sight of you.
“Oh hey!!! Whatcha doin here?” Zanka immediately had a smile on his face.
“Oh just hangin’ around.. can I come in?”
He moves to the side, letting you in. He closes the door behind you as you plop onto his bed, obviously comfortable.
Youve been in his room several times, so it was nothing new. Pulling out your sketchbook from your messy, torn book bag, you tried sketching a bit. Random lines and designs came to your mind, but they all…. Sucked. They were all useless.
Zanka observed you, and he smiled with mirth.
“You’re amazing, y’know?? Can I look at some more?”
You looked at him, handing him the book. You nervously watched his reactions, but all you saw was absolute astonishment.
“Oh are you serious!? This stuff is cool as hell! You’re so creative..”
Zanka mumbles with wide eyes as he flips through the pages of the sketchbook.
You look away, exhaling through your nose, letting out a forced chuckle.
“Aha. It.. it’s nothing, really. It’s all stupid and it’s never gonna actually mean anything..” You mumble back, just thinking back to what the old man said.
Zanka slowly turned his head to you. His eyes burned holes into yours. He looked almost appalled you would even think of something like that. He waved a hand in front of your eyes for a while before you finally got annoyed and caught it with your own.
“What’re you doing? Stop that-”
He interuppts, “Huh.. So you can see.”
You stared at him; gaze unwavering.
“Yes?? What’re you talkin’ about..”
He leans in, intertwining his caught fingers with yours. “If you can see, why can’t you see that all of these are absolute masterpieces..?”
You couldn’t help the blush that creeped up your neck.
“They’re not masterpieces…” You rub the back of your neck in denial, you glance at the book still in Zanka’s grip.
He looks even more appalled now.
“Take it back.”
“Huh-”
“Take it back. Right now.”
“But-”
“No buts. Take it back or tell me who lied to you.” Zanka shoves a finger in your face.
“Why-?”
“Cuz it’s not true. I’m not gonna let you put yourself down. You’re awesome, your art is awesome and you’re beautiful and cool and-”
He stops his rant..
Zanka slightly turns pink at his own fast response. He pulls back the finger pointing at your face.
“U-uhm..” you can’t help but smile at his worthy attempt of making you feel better.
“I take it back.” You hugs him tightly with a grin that goes from ear to ear.
“Good.” He gives a soft smile as well, hugging you too. It took him a minute before realizing you were hugging. He broke out into a blush before pulling away and looking away.
“Anyways..” he tried to change the subject, fists clenching on his lap.
“You’re hopeless-” You busted out into laughter, grabbing your notebook from him and putting it back in your bookbag. “Maybe they aren’t so bad.”
That sentence earned another glare form Zanka.
“Fine fine! They aren’t bad at all…” you quickly corrected yourself.
A/N: also this is what I sorta imagined while I said that he “looked appalled that you even thought of that”
Ty lovely Anon for this request. Hope you love itt <3333
CW: toxic jabber, cussing, maybe OTC jabber if u squint idek
Short random fic
Angry wasn’t exactly the right word for it.
No no no, this was way.. way much fucking more than that.
Jabber was seething. Blood boiling.
You hadn’t come back yet. Why haven’t you came back yet? It was a simple run around that you didn’t even need to do, and yet you went. You left him to go hang out with a random fuckin’ guy, probably.
Just imagining you hooked around another man’s arm? That already got Jabber pissed over nothing. Jealous over something that’s probably not even happening.
But he’s still waiting, and that’s a problem.
You didn’t even answer your collar. You just let it ring and ring, not even noticing it.
She must be having a grand fuckin’ time.
That’s all that went through Jabber’s mind as you ignored his calls. He debated just flat out finding you and yanking you back to the Raider’s hideout.
He clenched his jaw, and he eventually got up from his bed. He exited his room, spouting a quick “Be right back” to Santonia before nearly slamming the door on his way out.
Jabber headed for the town first, hood draped over his long dreads, hands shoved in his pockets. He glanced around the market looking for one thing and one thing only.
You.
His obsession woman.
He saw you checking out a sweets booth, and deciding on ducking behind a trashcan, not-so-silently. He watched you intently. You were alone, funny enough..
“Lucky girl..” Jabber whispered just under his breath.
Eventually coming out of hiding, he sneaked silently behind you, resting a firm hand on your hip.
“Hey ma.. whatcha doin’?”
He gave the fakest smile ever.
You nearly jumped at the sudden touch, “Oh my god— hi.. Jabs.”
You looked up at him, his eyes burning into yours. “Let’s get back home, yeah?”
It wasn’t a request and you knew it.
You walked back to the hideout with him. The walk was quiet and charged with energy… whether it was sexual or straight up fear was genuinely a struggle for you to find out..
As soon as you were in the comfort of Jabber’s room, he yanked you by the hair, tugging you as close as possible to him.
“Who the fuck was you with, ma? If you ignoring me and you alone then we got a problem.”
You sucked in a harsh breath to stop yourself from yelling in pain. Your hands instinctively shot up to your scalp to try and pry him away, but he only tightened his hold.
“Jabber! You’re hurting me..!!!”
“That ain’t answer nothin’.”
Jabber yanked you harder, just toying with you at this point.
“I—ow— wasn’t with anyone! Jabber let go!! It hurts-!!”
Jabber just glared down at you in silence for a short moment before tossing you aside on the floor like a ragdoll. He looked at your face, and your now-crazed hair. His lips contorted into a maniacal grin that went from ear to ear on his face.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, mamas..”
He crouched down to your height, harshly grabbing your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look up at him. He crashed his lips with yours, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
His tongue traced your bottom lip, lapping up any of the tiny droplets of blood that spilled, entering your mouth without warning. He groaned against your lips before pulling back.
“Don’t go runnin’ off again, ya hear? You gonna be good f’me, right?”
You could only nod with your squished face. Jabber finally released you, and you let your head hang down. He pulled you to his chest, cuddling you on that cold, hard floor.
You held him close. Every bone in your body shook, in fear or in relief that it was over now.
“No stayin’ past your little curfew, right, babygirl?”
You exhaled a breath through your nose, shaking your head in agreement again, not wanting to leave this moment. Your scalp ached, but it was just normal in this relationship.
You should’ve known better than to piss Jabber off, anyways.
You just got back to Cleaner’s HQ after a loong— and I mean LONG— day of defeating trash beasts and nearly dying a few times. All you really wanted to do was get in your room, clean up and take a fat fuckin’ nap.
You dragged yourself past Semiu, who gave you a short look before engulfing herself back in whatever magazine she was reading today. You opened your door with whatever strength you had left and plopped on your bed.
You didn’t even see him there.
“Don’t let me get in your way, now.”
You immediately sat up at the ring of his beautifully airy voice. You looked up to see Tamsy, looking down at you with a slightly concerned look in his eyes, though his sweet smile was still on his face. Tamsy was a very good friend of yours, some people mistaking you for a couple. There was never any tension like that before—in his mind, at least..
“What’re you doing in my room?” You asked gingerly, almost as if you’d offend him accidentally with the question.
“Waiting for you.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
You huffed at the vague answer, sitting up and leaning against your headboard. Tamsy moved to the edge of the bed, looking at you from there. He stared a lot.. it freaked you out a few times, but you knew he was the slightly silent type when there was genuinely nothing to talk about.
You, on the other hand, were not.
You fidgeted with your fingers a bit before looking up again to meet his eyes.
“Stop starin’ at me! You’re freaking me out.” You finally break the silence.
Tamsy just lets out an amused hum of a noise, and he crosses his arms, his eyes still glued to you. “God forbid I admire a bit.”
Admire?
Not to beat yourself up or something, but you looked like absolute shit right now.
Hair messy, uniform dirtied from the trash, and, let’s be honest here, you smelled like shit too.
“Thanks, Tams, you’re sweet. You lie a lot, but you’re sweet.”
A short chuckle escapes his throat, and it makes you smile.
You finally just slid off your bed, heading to your bathroom.
“I’m gonna shower. Care to join since you wanna stare so much?”
You let out that last part as a mocking tease, but your smirk dropped when you saw him get up, only to go to your door.
You sighed; no idea if it was out of disappointment or relief, but you sighed.
”Cya later Angel.” He waved with one hand, grabbing the door handle and leaving with the other.
You stood there a second
“‘Angel’?” Was the last thing you muttered to yourself before going back into the bathroom.
You tried to not think about it too much..
You were now well rested, clean, and feeling fleek as fuck. You fixed your hair in the mirror of your bathroom, towel wrapped around your body. You hummed a sweet tune under your breath, muttering lyrics that definitely didn’t match what the song actually said.
His words still stuck in your mind, piercing through the tune like a whisper, but it still stuck out unbearably.
“Cya later, Angel.”
It shouldn’t affect you as much as it did. It was just a silly name that he probably meant nothing behind. Just a stupid nickname.
It burned into your brain, even so.
You grabbed both edges of the sink, looking up at yourself in the mirror. It took you a minute before realizing how much you were blushing just from that memory. You quickly splashed your face with cold water, sighing deeply as it cooled down your face.
You eventually got dressed in casual clothes. Just a baggy shirt and shorts. It really didn’t do you justice after you spent all that time cleaning up. Not like you cared anyways.
You walked out to the dining hall, grabbing some tea packets and making you a cup. You felt a presence behind you, but you’d already guessed who it was by the shadow it casted out in front of you. You glanced over your shoulder to see the one and only Tamsy.
“Hey Tams. Want me to make you a cup?”
You offered kindly, as you always did. It was routine. It was normal. You were normal. He was normal. everything was normal.
You recited it in your mind, like you needed convincing of it. You seriously thought you didn’t, but you did.
He gave a short nod, smiling his signature calm, composed smile.
Tamsy obviously knew what you were rambling about in your head. It was written all over your features. He could tell something was on your mind without you even saying anything.
He broke the silence first, almost in a mocking tone.
“What’s your mind running about, Angel?”
He tested the waters, assuming that’s what your mood was about.
“Nothing.” You replied a little too quickly, and you scolded yourself about how unnecessarily sharp the reply sounded.
Tamsy leaned against the counter, staring down at you. His beautiful blonde lashes framing his milky eyes perfectly.
You finished his tea, handing it to him with careful hands. He reached out, grabbing it; his nimble fingers brushing against yours.
You pulled away from the touch, trying hard not to make a startled reaction. He simply gave you a weird look, as if he didn’t know what was happening.
He sipped his tea, his eyes not-so-discreetly staring at you… again.
You tried to ignore it this time, you really did. Your cheeks burned still, knowing he was just… staring at you.
“Angel?”
His voice sent shivers down your spine. That stupid nickname. He keeps saying it as if he doesn’t know how much it makes you feel.
“yes?” You smile, but it’s strained. Fake. Plastered onto your face as if it’s needed.
“I’m going on a mission today, Corvus wants to send me out.” he spoke as if it wasn’t something worth talking about.
“Stay safe then.” You blurted out.
“Planned on it.” He gave a short smile and a pat to your head. He pulled away, turning to leave.
You stood there.. you couldn’t really do anything else but stand there. His touch lingered.. it didn’t feel weird, it just….. was.
You still ended up calling out.
“Tamsy.”
it just left your lips. It wasn’t on purpose, more like a rushed yelp.
He turned and looked at you, eyebrow cocked up on one side. “Hm?”
“I mean it.” You sip your tea agin, trying to seem nonchalant. “Stay safe or I’ll rip you a new one.”
“Alrighty Angel.” He gave another calm smirk, finally turning and walking away.
Well.. that was that. Maybe this wasn’t just a stupid crush.
A/N: Alrighty ‘o guys. This was a short warm-up…… how is it. Just tryna get back in the groove of things ever since I stopped writing for a minute. I kinda read this a few more times to myself and didn’t really like it but I’m posting it anyways for feedback. Tell me if I lost my spark or not chat 💔💔
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I have new additions. We shall be celebrating with a bunch of shit like headcannons and such. Request request request people!!!! Also I write for Gachiakuta now.
why I’ve been gone: I purely forgot abt this place. I deleted tumblr so I could save storage on my phone and I didn’t even suspect everyone would love me that much. We gon do this RIGHT MY PEOPLE!! I’ll update my master list, definitely adding some characters and new stuff that I got ideas for, and maybe taking down some of the restrictions. I feel a bit more willing now.
okay guys. Based on the pole, The Love Me Not series is finally…. OVER. I loved all of your support, and I’m obviously gonna continue to do little things and stuff, but it’s gonna be a HOT MINUTE before I do another series like love me not.
I did start making a Love Me Not part 6 like a few weeks ago before quitting due to writers block……. It was surely going somewhere though. I’ll probably post the few paragraphs I have just as a little thing for you guys to read and whatnot. It will NOT be a new part. Imagine it like a mini memory of the story, or a flashback, or something like that. Once again, thank you guys literally SOOO much.
Honestly I don’t really have time to write anymore. I’ve been busy and believe it or not I finally pulled a guy I’ve been liking for months now. I loved writing this series for yall and I’m so glad that you liked it. Maybe I can still write mini things?
So I know you’ve been really really wanting Love me not part 6, (or five I don’t remember) and I promise I’m working as HARD as I can to shove it in my schedule..!! If you want, I can do mini requests and such, just hit up my inbox-! I don’t wanna let you guys down, and I know you haven’t heard from me in a bit, so I hope you can forgive me.
