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Once he’s about two feet away from the trunk of the tree he shines the light up to see a sopping disaster of a Talking Heads shirt, heel bit jeans, that stupid belt with the DVD logo on it, and that ratty ass jacket. Jonathan fucking Byers.
Aka, Steve finds Jonathan in a tree, high as a kite, and takes him back to his house, and they actually start getting to know each other!
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Beat Me, Kill Me, Wait...Kiss Me? by rinns_ink
Fandoms: Gachiakuta (Manga), Gachiakuta (Anime)
05 Mar 2026
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Zanka suggests sparring with Jabber with the sole goal to get stronger, Jabber agrees for the potential thrill. Somehow, they both catch feelings, and neither know how to deal with it.
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"Time is almost up, Mister Cleaner," Jabber says as he turns around to see the sun peak over the horizon. A quiet sizzling sound comes from Jabber as he stands up to leave, his stride confident as he faces the morning sun.
Zanka barely manages to gather the strength to speak, but the words spill out of his mouth anyway. "I am going to fucking kill you."
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in which jabber is a vampire, Zanka is a vampire hunter, and the sound of Zanka's heartbeat pulls Jabber in like a siren song.
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There was no playing nice with Jabber, there was only violence. The promise of it made his knees weak.
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Zanka has been tasked with keeping Jabber distracted. Things take a turn that he wasn’t expecting.- Language:
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28 Dec 2025
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He was honestly expecting Zanka to bash his head in with his staff. But what he wants from him is a fight, isn’t it? He doesn’t just want to win; he wants to prove himself. They are the same after all. Jabber would say that to his face over a cup of mutual ass-kicking, but he couldn’t do so much as suck the saliva back in his mouth at the moment.
Zanka lifted his head off of his staff and made a face down at Jabber. He let out a heavy sigh before tucking his weapon behind a strap on his back. Next thing Jabber knew, he was being scraped off the floor and folded up in Zanka’s arms.