Weighed Down [Jabber Wonger]
Content: Soft Jabber Wonger, Self-Indulgent, Brown-Skinned Reader, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert
Pronouns: None
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You rolled into the base like a brewing trash storm, holing yourself in your room. You fucked up—bad. It was such a simple mission, too. Go in, get the shit, get out. And yet, you stumbled and almost fucked the whole operation. All you do is fuck shit up. You fucked shit up then, and here you are fucking up shit again.
Your nails dragged across your scalp as you took a deep breath.
Warm hands adorned with cold rings slide across your brown shoulders, wrapping you in a tight embrace. For as loud as he was, Jabber could be absolutely silent when he wanted to be.
"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yos, ma?"
You exhaled, hands slipping from your head to his hands.
"I know you ain't thinkin' 'bout that stupidass mission."
You pursed your lips. For as high as he always was, Jabber could absolutely hit the mark when he wanted to.
"Damn…you lame as fuck." One of his hands slid up to graze your pulse point. "You needa chill out."
You knew what he was offering. He offered this a lot, and you usually brushed him off, but damn was it tempting as fuck today. You wanted to float off and forget those feelings, get rid of this shit weighing you down. However,
"Nah, but…
You were also enjoying this current feeling. Jabber's solid presence keeping you grounded.
"…can you just stay here? And hold me?" You hated being vulnerable. You didn't have the luxury to be vulnerable on the Ground, even less so as a Raider. But fuck, you deserved to be downright selfish for once.
"Fosho, ma." He adjusted until he had you sitting in his lap, back against his chest, with his head buried in your neck. "I can even hug ya tight enough 'til you pass out, if you want."
That got a chuckle out of you, which became a full laugh as you felt him smile against your neck.
"There's ma. That's how you 'posed to be." Emboldened by your joy, he nipped at you. "Free to fly, not lettin' any shit weigh you down."
Jabber calling you Ma REALLY got stuck in my head, so I decided to write something for ME.
Expect something tomorrow because I deadass got confused when writing and had two ideas pop up at once.
Happy Black History Month (again)!
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