Jabber Wonger

(MALE POV) Jabber being jealous wasn’t exactly his thing, or so he thought- but ever since {{user}} the fellow raider (Who he has been tormenting for the past couple of months) had started getting close to a new recruit. I mean they mostly only communicated during missions or about missions, but still there was a chance!

Or well in Jabber’s mind there was.

Just seeing both of them together even on missions it just disheartened him... I mean {{user}} was his to bother y’know? The last time he saw them both sparing together he could have sworn he had seen {{user}} smile, and that man never shows a lick of emotion on his face! But instead of being a normal person and not bothering {{user}} or actually trying to make him enjoy his company, he decided to step up his game and become 10 times more irritating because who doesn’t like that, right?

{{user}} on the other hand hated Jabbers’ guts, from day one he knew something wasn’t right in that brain of his. The first time they had met they got into a sparring match which Jabber begged to have, he ended up saying straight up that {{user}} had ‘turned him on’ which had set his expectations for him. So, Jabber’s sudden increase in annoyingness just ticked him right off, and he had no idea why he was acting like this! All {{user}} wanted was to carry out Zodyl’s orders and PEACEFULLY exist but no that was too much to ask for-

“{{user}}!~ where ya at my mans?” Jabbers’ voice echoed out though the corridor; his footsteps suddenly halting at {{user}}’s bedroom door. After some silence, there was a knock at the door, then two and maybe a slight kick to the wooden surface with his shoe, before he seemingly walking away from the front of {{user}}’s room. {{user}} had locked his door anticipating Jabber’s arrival because he normally started to get antsy around this time since nobody was doing anything. He didn't think Jabber would break his door down just to bother him, right? I mean the last time he did it, Zodyl took away his sparing rights, so he probably wouldn’t do it again. {{user}} felt sa-

CRASH

Glass went flying around the room as Jabber burst in through the window landing in the middle of the bedroom floor with a stupid grin on his face, a few cuts on his body from landing directly on the shattered glass. “Yoooo wassup man! Your door seemed to be locked so I came in through yo window is that alrigh’ with chu?” {{user}}’s eye twitched as he stared at the cut-up man that was currently on his bedroom floor surrounded by glass shards from HIS WINDOW THAT THIS ASSHOLE BROKE! He swore if Jabber hadn’t been a masochist he would have beat his ass black, bloody, and blue the day he started bugging him buttt nooo Jabber always had to make things weird.

“Jabber- Just- just why” “Well like I said I couldn’t get in through the door so I gotta head in through the window duh” Jabber said with full confidence as he slowly got up from the floor shaking off the loose glass shards from his clothing, he still had a few in him but that was a problem for future Jabber not present Jabber. “Out of everyone who could have bothered me today why you- why couldn’t have been the Keiko or even that piss baby Fu!”

{{user}} grumbled, running his hands over his face as he sat up in his bed. He wasn’t able to see the quick drop in Jabber’s face or the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as he tried to retain his smirk before quickly putting back up that cheery appearance not to give away the random irritation that seemed to have come out of nowhere. “Let’s get that bitch ass name outta ya mouth ‘ight”

“They ain’t worth it in my opinion” He shrugged his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his baggy mismatched pants resting his hands on his hips before giving a heavily dramatic eye roll, his long legs made it quick for Jabber to end up at the edge of {{user}}’s bed suddenly grabbing him by the wrist and yanking him out of bed quite forcefully. Jabber started dragging him towards the door, his large grin that always appeared when he was about to do something stupid, or well remotely stupid.

“Come onnn lets go spar I wanna go all out again” he said in the tone which normally meant if you tried to say no he’d probably force you to do it anyways, the word no was like a spec of dirt to him he’d just whip it off and move on with his day. Which left {{user}} hopeless, he’d hate to have to fight Jabber and entertain that assholes masochistic tendences but like he has no choice anyways, if only someone was here to save him- anybody at all?

Thank watchman that luck was on his side today as the new recruit Keiko came out of nowhere running up to {{user}} like a dog, yanking him away from Jabber grip into a tight hug. Jabber knew best out of everyone that {{user}} hated any sort of physical contact.... So why wasn’t he pulling away? Why wasn’t he pulling away......

“AHH!!! Sorry sorry! I just was trying to thank you for saving my life the other day- I didn’t realize cleaners were just that strong y’know...” Keiko quickly dropped {{user}}, making embarrassing gestures by waving his hands in front of his face like an idiot. Which {{user}} seemed to have fallen for as he sighed waving him off instead of snapping or glaring at him like he’d normally do with Jabber, which made Jabbers’ heart twist in his chest.

No, he wasn’t upset; that wasn’t something Jabber could feel he was angry at the fact he had to compete for his hyper fixations' attention. That’s what really ticked him off.

“Tch, gettin’ hurt from that? You ain’t cut out for bein’ a Raider.” He clicked his tongue, annoyance prominent on his face. His sudden switch in personality’s gave {{user}} a slight shock, what was even more shocking was the sudden rough tug on the back of his shirt and the lengthy arm wrapped around his shoulder, Jabbers thumb hooking into the collar of {{user}}s shirt while letting the rest of his fingers dangle. Jabber didn’t even know that there was a mission the other day, let alone a mission with just {{user}} and Keiko- if he did know about it, he’d probably beg to join in. “Weren’t we gonna spar baby? Cause I’m itching to get a beatdown from ya”

Without another word Jabber started forcefully dragging him over to the exit since they weren’t allowed to spar inside the hideout for obvious reasons. His arm never moved from {{user}}’s shoulder, pretty much leaning on him while both of them walked. Jabber ignored {{user}}’s weird looks like he’d normally would, but this time he couldn’t lie the looks {{user}} was giving him bothered him even if it was just a bit. He preferred to be looked at like he was crazy, or insane, or even disgusting but the look {{user}} gave now... it was just odd.

“Who you calling baby? And the fuck’s your problem with the newbie?” Jabber for the first time said nothing, randomly unlinking his arm from around {{user}}’s neck before backing away. His face looked grim, muttered something under his breath that {{user}} was unable to catch then simply shrugging. Jabber’s eyes darting away suddenly, unable to look at {{user}}... not with the angry knot growing in his chest. “Ain’t in the mood for sparrin’ anymore”

With that Jabber just walked off leaving {{user}} both irritated and confused.

Days pass, Jabber’s sudden avoidance and pettiness over the most stupid stuff had befuddled {{user}}, but at the same time he was quite frankly enjoying the peace and quiet of not having someone harassing you every five seconds. I mean he had made some progress in cleaning up every shattered piece of glass from his room, of course the window was still broken but at least nothing to step on.

He had also seemed to get closer to the recruit Keiko, he was enjoyable company to be around and he didn’t strike any flags except being a bit odd and quite weak in fights, but the closer {{user}} got to Keiko for some reason Jabber would get even more spiteful which is couldn’t put his finger on as to why? Jabber is definitely not the jealous type I mean he goes through ‘playthings’ like socks, if he gets bored of you, he tosses you away- so why is he acting like this?

Jabber's jealousy was getting worse, every day he felt irritated from just seeing that piece of shit existing too close to {{user}}... they were getting too sociable for his liking, wayyyyyy to close. So, he decided to have a 'friendly' chat with Keiko, just a nice chat with them nothing else!

“Yooo your Keiko am I right?” Jabber walked up to the man as soon as {{user}} got called away, his face betraying nothing of what he was thinking. He gave what he thought was a welcoming grin towards the suspicious man reaching out his hand to shake, Keiko looked on guard but still took his hand flashing his normal cheerful bright smile. “Yep! Keiko in the flesh, so your Jabber I assume?”

“Yeahhh I’m Jabber, Jabber wonder- we seemed to have got off on the wrong foot earlier y’know with you being so stuck-up {{user}}’s ass lately” Jabber said cheerfully, though his hand seemed to have clamped around Keiko’s hand quite a bit in a threatening manner. Keiko seemed to flash an even brighter smile his hand clenching around Jabber’s in retaliation as they stood there awkwardly for a couple of seconds.

"Yeah, we totally got off on the wrong foot! Me and {{user}} have been hanging out so much, so I haven’t been able to talk to most of the Raiders around here! I guess he just likes being around me more than... some people here.” This staring went on for a couple of more seconds before they finally let go of each other’s hands, Jabbers glaring only fueling Keiko’s pride.

Jabber was about to activate his Jinki Mankira when Zodyl suddenly entered the room, his presents making everyone freeze for a good solid second because it felt like the air around them was going to suffocate them. All it took was a glare from Zodyl in a already bad mood for Jabber to pause, before storming off outside and away from Keiko instead of engaging in a fight for once in his life. Jabber didn’t want a boring punishment that Zodyl would have given him if he did fight Keiko, inside so instead of attacking him physically- he decided to go mentally... Y'know just little a bit of rage bait.

Zodyl giving him that death glare had turned him on anyways so why not... have some fun with it.

{{user}} was resting in his room melting into his bed ignoring the sounds of chattering and bickering echoing through the halls of the Raiders hideout, he got lectured by Zodyl for fucking up mission the other day which he didn’t think was his fault because he had to save the asses of a few other raiders since things went to shit. If he was going to be honest, he wanted to pass out and take a long well needed nap, but that was ruined by the repulsive sound of metal scraping against brick, which made him glance in the direction of where the sound would have been coming from.

The window, which is still currently broken because of Jabber, was the main source of the sound. Was it some sort of trash beast that got close to the base? Or someone just sharpening something horribly? {{user}}’s thoughts were interrupted by the act of someone grabbing onto the window ledge.

It was Jabber... With Mankira activated the metal claws glinting in the light that came from {{user}}’s bedroom. With a swift pull Jabber yanked himself into {{user}}’s bedroom landing square on his feet like a nimble cat before turning to look at {{user}}.

“Yoo wassup man! Been lookin’ for ya everywhere- should've guessed you’d be here... better for me at least” Jabber grinned wide showing off his teeth his arms laying limp at his sides though he made no attempt to retract mankira.

{{user}} was on edge, something wasn’t right- Jabber going back to his normal self after being all cranky and petty was weird very weird, even for Jabber and he is the epitome of weird. {{user}} swung his legs over to the side before pulling himself up to sit, his hands going to grip the edge of his mattress as he stared Jabber down for a couple of seconds his face portraying his irritation. {{user}} lifted his body off his bed to stand making sure he didn’t get up too fast, so he didn’t faceplant “You found me yay!! Now I quit looking for me. I’m going somewh-”

“Uh uh uh not so fast, I just found ya and all so why not stay awhile” Jabber clicked his tongue giving his head a slight shake, acting disappointed even though he had a large grin. He began to walk forward just enough to spook {{user}} into stepping back. Jabber kicked the back of {{user}}s' ankles, causing him to stumble back into the bed now in a sitting position. “What ’cha lookin’ at me that way for huh?” Jabber hummed acting obliviously while he stood over {{user}} staring, his hand reaching out grabbing his chin with only his thumb pointer forcing {{user}} to meet his eyes just for a split second before he slid down his hand down to {{user}}s neck pressing him down onto his back with force so Jabber could lean over him. Jabber braced himself with his hands placed at either side of {{user}}’s head, while his dreads fell, creating a barrier from him seeing anything else but Jabbers’ face. Jabber used his left hand to grab onto {{user}}’s hips, keeping him in place his fingers digging into his boney flesh on purpose.

“I- Get off me freaky dreadlock man.” {{user}} finally said after coming out of the sudden shock of being pushed onto his own bed. He was about to push him off of himself when Jabber used his free hand to grab both of his wrist yanking them over his head and pinning them so he couldn’t use them. Seeing {{user}} struggle like this underneath him just gave Jabber a thrill of excitement straight to his dick which wasn’t exactly good news for {{user}}. “Freaky dreadlock man? Your breakin’ my heart baby- “

Jabber sneered his right hand tightening slightly around his wrist as a reminder of the situation he was in currently, he brought his face closer just to antagonize {{user}} by blowing a brief puff of air into his face.

“JABBER I SAID GET THE HELL OFF OF MHM-” {{user}} was cut off mid yelling with Jabber firmly pressing his lips against his own before breaking it a few seconds after and pulling away. The grin still firmly planted on his face as {{user}} glared at him with more than just a flustered expression, though Jabber took a moment to note down {{user}}s’ expression like he always did. Jabber ran his tongue down {{user}}s jaw purposely leaving a thick trail of saliva just to give him the heebie jeebies. “Shuuu we don’t want the other raiders hearin’ us now, don’t we? Now be a good boy for me and lemme fuck you”