jabber acting like a clingy puppy with you [head cannon-ist]
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you hate being around your boyfriend sometimes. because when you were together, he always found the need to follow you around like a puppy. literally. a dog.
you could be in the bathroom, minding your business, taking a dump, maybe. and jabber would stay outside the door waiting on you like he couldn’t go anywhere without you, “you done in there, baby?” he’d ask you, his ear against the door. and once you finally came out, he’d complain like he’d been holding a grudge, “what took you so long?”
jabber would stare at your food like he was abandoned for days on end without anything to eat. the moment you ordered something he claimed he didn’t want, he’d plop down beside you on the couch and just stare. drool pooled at the corners of his lips, a drop slipping down his chin.
rolling your eyes, you’d spoon-feed him a couple of bites, and next thing you know, half of your plate would disappear. all while he sat there, pupils wide, drumming his hands on the couch, chewing like this was the best thing he’d ever had.
he’s constantly trying to get your attention. he’d bring you a new ring he’d found at a store or buy you some random trinkets he'd seen while thrifting. he’d drop it in your lap and stare at you, crossing his arms, rocking on his feet, flashing his canines at you, as if he was waiting for a treat, knowing you’d love whatever it was he picked out for you. “whadd’ya think?” he asks, already smiling. “found it at that one store over there on uh...y’know that one street.”
sleeping in bed, jabber would crawl all over you, clinging so close that it got unbearably hot as you tried to sleep. he’d lay against your boobs or stomach like they were his favorite pillows, pawing at the fabric that separated him from them. pushing his head, you’d snap at him, “move, jabber. i have to get up early in the morning.” he’d make a sound, similar to a whine like you betrayed him but later, sink lower under the blankets. after a few seconds, you’d feel cold air where it shouldn’t be, his mouth following—pleased with the high-pitched sounds that slipped from your lips.
jabber would love for you to mark each other. he was serious about it. like, it was your little pact to everyone else that you belonged to him, and he belonged to you. he’d stare at the mark on his neck in the mirror in the morning, dragging his painted black nails over it. “what?” you’d grumble, rubbing at your eyes. and he’d grab you by the neck and tilt your head back while looking in the mirror at yours. “yours ain’t dark enough.” he’d pout, his eyebrows furrowing as he brought his lips down to your neck.