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[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

Sure they are

[woso-dreamzzz]

Zoo

Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader

Niamh Charles x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: A day out with Jessie and Niamh

"Jessie! Jessie! Niamh!" You call out, practically skipping down the front steps of the house, wiggling out from under Pernille's arm to crash into two of your favourite people.

"Careful, princesse!" Pernille yells after you but you ignore her.

Niamh laughs as she catches you, lifting you easily up onto her hip as Jessie gives the run down of what you're doing today to Pernille.

You get a bit impatient though because you already know where you're going and what you're doing so Niamh puts you into the car.

"What are you looking forward to today?"

"Tiger!" You say," Rawr!"

"I think the tigers are a great idea," Niamh says, throwing the car in reverse just as Jessie slides in and does up her belt.

"Jessie!" You say," Tigers go rawr!"

There's not a lot of time spent in the car because Niamh pulls up to the zoo fairly quickly and Jessie helps you out of your seat, holding your hand like she's Momma when she doesn't want you running off in the car park.

You're a bit impatient though and pull a little but Jessie doesn't mind as she gets you through security.

"I think tigers last," She says," So they're the last thing we see."

You grumble a little because Jessie is like Momma sometimes, making you wait for the best thing until the end.

"Oh, come on, Jess!" Niamh complains," I wanted to see the tigers!"

Niamh's a bit like Morsa, you think. All tall and funny and constantly getting on Momma's nerves in the best way possible.

"Later," Jessie says," Let's go look at the bug house first and we'll work our way up to the tigers."

"Are we getting lunch?" You ask as you watch one of the zookeepers feed a tarantula," Or did Momma pack me something?"

"Are you hungry?"

You shrug. "Little bit."

Jessie rummages through the backpack Momma gave her, pulling out your favourite goldfish crackers to munch on as you wander around the zoo.

Eventually, your feet start hurting so you get Niamh to pick you up and walk you around as you look at the big animals like elephants and giraffes.

You do stop for lunch though even though Jessie says it's stupidly overpriced and very bad for you.

There's not a lot of pasta on the menu, which is your favourite and all the sandwich options have icky stuff like mayo instead of butter and bread with seeds instead of just plain so you settle on some mac and cheese and a little pot of fries.

Niamh steals a few of them so you puff out your cheeks in outrage but ultimately keep eating. You slap her prying fingers away when she tries to grab more and Jessie giggles.

You stick your tongue out at Niamh for a moment before pushing your little portion of fries towards Jessie.

"Do you want some?" You ask her and Niamh's jaw drops in shock.

Jessie winks at Niamh. "You know what? I would like some. Thank you."

"You can have as many as you want!"

"What?" Niamh demands," What about me?!"

You give her a disappointed look like Morsa does when Momma puts broccoli in the oven and calls it cooking. "Maybe if you didn't steal some earlier, I would let you have some now. Stealing is bad Niamh."

"Yeah, Niamh," Jessie snickers," Stealing is bad."

Niamh doesn't steal any more of your fries so you finish your mac and cheese and share the rest of your fries with Jessie just to prove a point.

"Tigers now?" You ask after Niamh brings you back from the toilets.

"I don't know..." Jessie pretends to think, tapping her finger against her chin," Aren't there more animals to see first?"

"Jessie, please!" You grab her hand and try to pull her up," Time to see the tigers."

"Alright," She says eventually, right when Niamh swings you up for a piggyback ride," Let's go see the tigers."

You've been out a long while, hours since you left the house and in that time, Magda and Pernille have done a deep clean. They've washed the floors, cleaned up the shower, changed all the bedsheets and done three rounds of laundry.

It's a little empty in the house without you and Magda feels herself just kind of drifting around, anxiously looking out through the windows for Niamh's car.

"Waiting around won't make them come back quicker. They're getting dinner right now."

"Dinner? I thought we were feeding her tonight!"

"I'm sure she'll be hungry when she comes in," Pernille shrugs, flipping aimlessly through the tv channels," But hopefully, they've worn her out enough that she'll just want to go straight to bed without a bath. I mean-"

The doorbell rings and Magda doesn't stick around long enough to hear the end of Pernille's sentence.

"Morsa!" You say as Magda throws up the door.

She stares down at you in shock.

"Got my face painted like a tiger! Rawr!"

You're definitely going to need a bath tonight.

[ariestrxsh]

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⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, masturbation, oral, fingering, praise, public (ish), mentions of religious shame, fluff

📝 author's note: 📝 this is part three of one of my favorite series i've ever written. it's controversial, and you might get offended if you're religious, just a heads up. here you can access part one and part two. 💖 it's not integral to the storyline that you read the other parts, but it will give you insight to the relationship dynamic and it just makes it hotter.

✍️ Summary: ✍️ Matt takes you on a surprise adventure after church where the two of you explore each other's bodies and your budding relationship.

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coming down part three

It was Sunday morning and only a few days since I'd last seen Matt, but I needed him so badly already. Matt and I discretely made eyes at each other across the room during church, and I felt myself get wetter every time his gaze caught mine.

"I used that trick that you showed me," I whispered to Matt after service ended under the shade of the oak tree. "Oh yeah? You played with yourself? What did you think?" Matt asked, smirking. "It felt soo good, but not quite as good as when you do it," I looked up at him innocently. "How many times did you do it, princess?" Matt asked, pushing some of my hair back behind my ear. I was a little embarrassed to answer, but after a moment of hesitation, I whispered, "Every night since I last saw you."

"Oh, wow. You weren't kidding when you told me you needed to see me more often than once a week. You poor thing," he whispered, looking into my eyes and rubbing the tip of his thumb over my cheek. "Let's go to my car, darling. I have a little surprise for you," he smiled sweetly at me and took my hand, and we walked to his car together.

"What's the surprise?" I asked him while he held open his car door for me. "If I tell you, it won't be a surprise anymore, silly girl. Just sit tight. I'm gonna take you somewhere special," Matt responded, leaning into the car to kiss me after helping me in. Matt then closed the passenger seat door, making sure I was in all the way before he did, came around to his side, and started up his car.

I loved the sound of Matt's car starting. It always meant something amazing was about to happen. I even loved the faint smell of gasoline that would fill my senses when I heard the engine turn over.

I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't recognize the roads we took, but I still felt an excitement growing deep within me, eager to know what Matt had in store for me today, whether he'd use his mouth or his fingers, if I'd get a chance to fill my mouth with his warm, sticky goo again..

"Princess, you look so pretty in this dress. I think it's one of my favorites," Matt said pushing up the skirt of my white sundress that had cherries printed on it, and he started drawing circles with his fingers on the top of my thigh. As he did this, I felt myself grow warm and damp between my legs. "Thank you," I told him.

We turned down one more road I didn't recognize, and there was a field. The grass was a bit overgrown and very green, and there was a small pond nearby. It was quiet, isolated, and so beautiful. It was a warm, sunny day, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Matt shut off the car and said, "we're here."

After Matt came around, opened my door for me, and helped me out of the car, he opened the door to his back seat. He pulled out a red blanket and a picnic basket. "Sandwiches for lunch, and then I'm having you for dessert," Matt smiled down at me while we started to walk out into the field.

Matt was such a gentleman. He laid out the blanket and gestured for me to sit down beside him. He handed me a sandwich with turkey, pepperjack, lettuce, mayo, and mustard on marble rye, which was my favorite, and it made me feel special that he remembered that detail. He even cut it in half diagonally, just the way I liked.

We ate our food while we enjoyed the warmth of the sunshine beating down on us, the sounds of the birds, and the faint sound of a train in the distance.

Once I finished my sandwich, Matt pulled a small container of strawberries out of the picnic basket. "These are perfectly ripe. You have to try them," he said, smiling and holding the strawberry up to my lips, encouraging me to eat it from his hand. Matt looked into my eyes as I took the strawberry into my mouth, bit down, and felt the sweet juice engulf my tastebuds.

"Mmmm. So sweet," I commented, my eyes lighting up. Matt fed me a few more strawberries until he started to steer the conversation in a different direction.

"So, darling, you said you used that trick I taught you every night this week, hmm?" I bit my lip and nodded at him. "Did you do as I ask and think about me while you did it?" He wondered. "Every time," I whispered, widening my eyes. "Yeah? Good girl. Did you cum?" He cooed. "Every time," I said again. He licked his lips and smiled devilishly after hearing me say that.

"Hey, Matt. Can I ask you something?" I looked up at him with my big doe eyes. "Of course, sweetheart. Anything," he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you ever.. touch yourself?" I hesitantly asked, worried he'd be offended that I had wondered about it. "I do, princess. I do it quite often," Matt chuckled.

"Can you show me how you do it?" I asked eagerly. "How come, princess? Does it make you wet to think about me stroking my cock?" He asked me teasingly. I bit my lip and slowly nodded. "Of course I'll show you," Matt obliged, unzipping his pants and pulling it out of his boxers. He was already rather hard.

"Princess, will you do me a favor and spit on it? I usually use lube, but I haven't got any on me right now," he bit his lip. I leaned over and let a few strands of saliva fall from my mouth onto the head of Matt's cock. "Good girl," he moaned while he spread my spit over his shaft and started pumping his hand faster.

A few more sounds of arousal filled my ears while Matt focused on the head, teasing it and coaxing a bit of clear liquid out of the slit. I watched in awe as my eyes danced over Matt in his vulnerable state. I watched as the tip got more swollen, and he looked like he was really enjoying himself.

I didn't want Matt to know that I had imagined this a couple of times when I played with myself under my covers at night, but it was even better in person, watching it unfold in front of me. "Does it feel good?" I asked him dumbly. I knew it felt good. I could tell by Matt's whole demeanor that he felt amazing, but for some reason, I wanted to hear him say it.

"Yes, princess. Mmmm. Feels soo good," Matt's voice sounded like warm honey while he relayed this information to me. "You know what you could do to make it feel even better?" He asked me. "What? I'll do anything," I eagerly told him, dying to do whatever it took to keep hearing his delicious noises cut through the summer air. "You could put your mouth right here, and you could suck on it like I taught you," he whispered, running his thumb through the pre-cum that collected on the tip.

"Oh, Matt. I'd love to," I told him, and I leaned down and placed my lips right where he wanted them and tenderly sucked on it while I moved my tongue around in circles. "Good girl. Just like that," I heard Matt coo. I loved putting Matt in my mouth. I loved everything about it. His whimpers, the way he tasted, the way he talked to me, the way he filled my senses entirely. I was so incredibly wet, and Matt hadn't even touched me yet, but I was longing for it.

"I'm getting close, princess. Can you be a good girl and swallow it for me again?" Matt inquired sweetly. "Mhmmm," I moaned against his cock. He liked this a lot. I watched as his eyes rolled back and he slowed the rate of his breath. He had one hand on the back of my head and the other still pumping away as he moaned my name and filled my mouth with his fluid. I was starting to like the taste.

I swallowed it all, like a good girl would. "I'm so proud of you," Matt whispered while he caught his breath and started to put his meat back in his pants. "It's your turn now, darling," Matt whispered. Matt leaned in and kissed me while he gradually laid me down on the blanket, pulled up my dress and started to slowly take off my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he grabbed me by waist to pull me closer to him.

I loved the way Matt handled me. He was gentle but strong. He parted my legs and spread open my pussy with his fingers. "Oh, princess. What's got you this wet, huh? Is it the fact that we're outside? Or is it from watching me beat my meat? Or do you just really like giving head that much?" He asked me, peering up at me mischievously. "All of it," I admitted, chewing on my lip.

Matt lowered his head, tickling the insides of my thighs with his soft hair and attaching his lips to my most sensitive spot. He burrowed his tongue in my warmth while I relaxed into the blanket and grass beneath me. Matt expertly explored me, taking his time and savoring my taste.

His soft lips closed down around my sensitive bud, and he moaned against me, resonating through my core, which in turn had suggestive sounds flowing from my mouth. Just when I thought my pleasure couldn't be topped, Matt inserted a finger, and shortly after another one. I was in shock. Matt had used both his tongue and his fingers when he touched me, but never both at the same time. I didn't even know you could do that.

I looked down at his piercing blue eyes that stared hungrily back at me. "Do you like that, princess?" He asked me softly, coming up for air for a second. "I love it," I whined. I closed my eyes for a moment and let myself get lost in the feeling, enjoying the sun and the freeness of it all. I threw my head back, and a few strands of grass tickled my ear. I could hear the birds, the gentle whirr of the wind rustling through the trees, and the sound of Matt grazing my clit with his lovely tongue.

"Remember, princess. Long, deep breaths. No matter how much you want to hold your breath or lose control of it, breathe steadily and relax your muscles," he whispered before he went back to licking me.

I took Matt's advice, and it was difficult, but it felt like an implosion of goodness that had me suspended in time, lasting several seconds longer than my orgasms by myself. It was hard not tense my muscles, and I didn't do it perfectly, but I could see the appeal. It's crazy how listening to what Matt said made such a difference. It made my climax feel less like a quick lightning bolt and more like a lightning storm.

"Matt, can I ask you something?" I wondered after we'd finished, and I'd put my panties back on. He looked intently at me, "anything."

"Well, I know you'd never leave me astray in my faith, but I have to ask, are you sure God isn't mad when I rub my pussy at night?" I inquired. "Oh, sweetheart. No. He wouldn't have created such a wonderful thing if He didn't want you to enjoy it," Matt caressed my face.

"Do you ever feel guilty when you do it?" I asked him. "No, not at all. I love it," Matt smirked. "Well, when I do it, sometimes I still feel guilty," I admitted to him, looking into his eyes to see his reaction.

"I understand, baby. That's because someone at some point made you feel ashamed for doing it, but I can assure you, it's perfectly normal, everyone does it, and it keeps you from having sex with losers like your ex who don't know what to do with pussy as good as yours," Matt smiled at me.

"Matt, can I be honest with you?" I asked him. "Of course, princess. What's up?" He replied. "I know it's selfish to ask you not to use your special gift on any other girls, but when I think about it, it makes me wanna cry. I just wanna be the only girl you do this stuff with," I admitted, studying his expression for a reaction.

"Oh, princess. It makes me sick to think about you with anyone else either. You are the only one I do this with."

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[hedonists-den]

I stroll through the grocery store, cart loaded with assorted junk food. And not one of those half carts either. A full-sized cart full of fresh baked pastries, boxes of snack cakes, frozen pizzas, massive sub sandwiches, bags of chips and candy, various pints of ice cream, cases of full-sugar soda, just an obscene amount of unhealthy garbage.

By now, the employees know me by name with how often I'm there to indulge your cravings. I bring my haul over to a checkout aisle and start unloading, but I figure one more candy bar wouldn't hurt, and I add it to the pile. The checker begins the extensive process of scanning all the items, and I can see the look on their face.

None of them are really shocked anymore. When they see me, they know they'll be scanning pounds and pounds of junk food. And judging by the size difference between you and me when they last saw you, I think they know where it's going. You're not with me this time, of course. You've gotten too lazy and too heavy to be waddling around the grocery store anymore, especially when you can trust me to fetch everything your greedy heart desires.

Getting it all inside is a full task in and of itself. I practically get a full arm workout hauling all the bags from my car, through the door, and to the kitchen. You know I'm not one for taking multiple trips, but with the amount you go through, I'll have to go back at least once.

When I walk in, you're right where I left you: feet up on the ottoman, laid back on the couch that is undoubtedly straining to hold your weight. The groceries are heavy, but I just can't help but pause and marvel at what a sight you are. Rolls covering your body from top to bottom, legs forced apart from the sheer girth of your thighs, your blubbery mound of a belly spilling onto your lap from under a t-shirt turned tank top, fattened tits resting on top of your gut, pillowy arms and pudgy hands tilting a fast food milkshake cup back to get every single drop. A living definition of unrestrained hedonism.

You glance over at me, continuing to suck down the entirety of your indulgent treat. I have to wonder if you're putting on this little show just for me, or if you really have become that gluttonous. Probably both, if we're being fair.

"Looks like you didn't wait for me to get back," I say, walking to the kitchen to set your goodies down. "How much did you struggle to get to the front door and back for that delivery, hm?"

I hear a soft groan from you and the echo of an empty cup set on the side table. "I moved myself just fine!" Your heavy panting suggests otherwise, but I let it slide. After all, it could just be that you didn't stop to breathe until you consumed the entire shake. "You get everything?"

"Everything and more. I doubled up on some things, knowing how you've been lately."

"Oh my godddd, I need one of those sandwiches. I'm starving..." There was a time when you would rush into the kitchen to look through everything I brought back, but the last few times- "Could you bring it to me...?" you ask. Right on cue.

"My pleasure, princess," I say with a grin. I pull out one of the footlong subs and unwrap it for you, taking the liberty of slathering on some extra mayo for good measure. The moment I step into the living room, I can see your excitement as you lift your arms and lean forward ever so slightly, a wide grin on your face.

"Thank you thank you!"

I turn to leave, but I watch you take that first bite out of the corner of my eye. And then that little moan of delight that sparks the urgency in your feasting. I can hear you stuffing your face as I head back towards the garage and gather the rest of the groceries. You'll almost assuredly be at least halfway done by the time I get back inside and set everything down.

And you never disappoint. I step back in and see you pushing the last bite of a sandwich half through your lips before licking your fingers. The way you've been gorging yourself is nothing short of breathtaking. It really is no wonder that you've managed to gain hundreds of pounds.

"Your shirt is looking a little small," I call from the kitchen.

"You like how it fits?" You respond with a full mouth. "I just can't pull it past my upper belly anymore..."

"To be fair, not much does fit you anymore. I can't even tell if you're wearing underwear most days," I chuckle.

"Think I'm wearing any right now?"

I can practically hear the sultry smile on your face as you ask. "I think you want to see me struggle with all your rolls to check. But I don't think you've eaten enough to earn it."

"Well, you better bring those cookies and make a proper hog out of me, then."

With an invitation like that, the rest of the groceries can wait. I dig through the bags for all 4 boxes of soft, chewy cookies, bringing them in and setting them beside you.

"A proper hog? Like I haven't done that to you already..." I tease, taking your belly flab in in one hand and squeezing it gently. "Look at all this. All this heavy, moldable fat..."

I lift your gut and drop it on your thighs, a dense slap resonating through your whole body. The sound, the ripples that shake every inch of you, it's mesmerizing. I continue handling your corpulence with increasing roughness, gripping all your rolls and jiggling them, slapping your love handles, and sinking my hands into your hips.

"I've gotten so huge...I can't help that it feels so good..." You moan, laying your head back.

I pop open the first container of cookies and situate myself in front of you. Your belly makes such a nice table to hold the container while I lean into it. "Open up. Let me make you even bigger."

You part your lips, letting me push nearly half the cookie in. I get more aggressive with each bite you take, encouraging you to take more and more, over, and over, and over.

"Come on, piggy. Keep it up. You want to be a good pet, don't you? Eat..."

One by one, the cookies disappear, and I get to hear that beautiful, overfed panting of yours again. You huff and puff, finally able to catch your breath from the relentless feeding. Everything about your current state just encourages me, igniting a need to see you helplessly engorged.

I slowly but firmly caress your poor, sweets-stuffed tummy. "Well now look at you. All stuffed with sweets. You know we're going to need to offset that with something savory and greasy. Settle in."

"Okay..." you say, your chest heaving up and down as you place your hands on the sides of your belly.

I start scrolling through DoorDash, tending to you while I look for your next meal. It's only early afternoon, after all. And gluttonous house pets like you need to keep fed all day long.

[dyeher]

includes| miya osamu x fem! reader x miya atsumu— smut (840 words)

content| Cream Pie, Praising, Degradation, Double Penetration, Their dicks do be touching (i,e do not read this if you are not comfortable with themes that may reflect hard incest).

notes| welcome back old ass content.

you’re spread open on the dining table of your apartment, left leg over osamu’s shoulder, right leg held open by atsumu. you want to say this situation started out purely by accident but, you’d be lying. getting fucked by the miya twins has been a fantasy of yours since you first met them. of course, you were never brave enough to actually say anything about it but, atsumu has never been very good at hiding his attraction to you and well from the way osamu usually glared at his brother’s forwardness you’d assumed he was equally attracted to you.

it never helped that they’d sometimes team up to tease you whenever they could. this turned out to be your downfall, and it was during a teasing session that they’d learned of your desire to be fucked by them both. you didn’t even say anything out loud, but it was your silence after osamu had jokingly pointed it out that you never complained about their tag team teasing, that it was almost like you wanted it.

it’s how you ended up here. the thick vein along the side of osamu’s cock dragging against your gummy walls whenever he was inside you, and the mushroomed head of atsumu’s cock bumping into the entrance of your cervix. it was…everything you’d imagined and more. you figured they’d be competitive at least but, they weren’t, they worked like a well-oiled machine to make you into a crying mess before they even begun to fuck you.

by the time you realized they were taking turns fucking into your slicked-up cunt, you were three orgasms in.

“she’s so fuckin’ tight,” atsumu hisses, “the tightest little slut, fuck.”

“she’s such a good girl,” osamu coos, “god, look how well her pussy’s taking my cock.”

the mixture of atsumu’s degrading words and osamu’s praise let you dizzy, had your cunt clenching around air when osamu pulled out in time for atsumu to guide his cock in. the process repeats itself until you’re full-on crying, sobbing for one of them to stay put, to fuck you properly.

“we’re both getting in there, princess,” osamu assures you, the meaning behind his words don’t register until atsumu chuckles.

“bet her pussy can do it,” he pushes against your legs until your knee is pressed against your side ono the bed and osamu mirror’s his actions. you realize a little too late what that means but your cunt clenches at the thought of them sharing you like that, filling you like that. osamu slaps his cock against your pussy before lining himself up.

“if ya can’t take it, just tell us to stop,” he says, “and we will.” you nod and he eases himself back into you, fucking your walls slowly, teasingly, coaxing your slick out, drawing breathless thank yous from your parted lips. he leans down to kiss you, it’s slow and gentle, but firm, grounding, he tastes like spicy shrimp and mayo, the kind he makes at Onigiri Miya, it’s delicious, per usual.

he pulls back and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch atsumu squeeze the head of his cock next to osamu. the sensation is new, and your body reacts immediately, squeezing and sucking at them.

“ah shit, “atsumu curses, he leans his head against his brother’s shoulder when he bottoms out.

osamu stares at your face, your eyes are rolled back, and your breath are coming rapidly, “ya okay pretty girl? want us to continue?” he doesn’t try to hide the strained quality of his voice.

you can feel them, atsumu’s deeper than osamu but the stretch, oh God, the stretch was maddening. you barely nod before they begin to move, atsumu pulling out and osamu grinding against your walls.

“fuck, ya feel s’good,” osamu moans, “so fuckin’ tight.”

“yer cunts fucking stretched,” atsumu smacks at one of your breasts, and chuckles when all you can do is moan. “this really the first time ya did this?” atsumu knows you can’t answer, as they both speed up.

osamu wipes at the tears that begin to trickle down your cheeks and coos about how pretty you are, while atsumu grunts about how much of a slut you are for being able to fit both of them in you. it takes them less time than you expected to have you creaming around them, especially with atsumu’s fingers shoved into your mouth and osamu’s fingers toying at your clit.

they cum soon after, filling your cunt together, pulling out with an embarrassing pop. astumu prods at your entrance experimentally and they make identical sounds of surprise when he easily fits four of his fingers inside of you.

they step back to watch the way your hole gapes at them, leaking their cum down between your ass cheeks and onto the dining table. it dawns on you in the recess of your mind that, they’ve probably done this before. you chuckle at the realization that despite their short-comings and teasing nature with each other, the miya twins like to share.

[celiamae99]

JJ Maybank x Reader

Pt 2!

Warnings: mentions of self harm, reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, therapy, sexual assault, Rafe being a dick

Mature readers ONLY. 18+. I will check profiles periodically and will block minors bc this post is MA!

You sat in the therapists office, hating that you were here. You had been going weekly because Sarah made you. She drove you to and from appointments, making sure you would go to the appointment.

Your therapist was nice enough. She knew how hard life was for you and she gave you grounding tools to help with your anxiety, which was now more manageable. She helped with the depression and managing thoughts. You created a routine you stuck to religiously. You were doing better. You weren’t suicidal anymore.

Once you left, you got back into Sarah’s car.

“So,” she prompted. “How was it.”

“It was fine. We talked about a new breathing exercise. And we talked about what to do when I see JJ again.”

“Did she tell you not to slam the door in his face?”

“I opened it back up!” You defended. “I didn’t think it was him and I wasn’t ready to see him. I did apologize.” You told her guilty. In all fairness, it did shock you to see JJ on the other side of the door.

She gave you a look and you turned the music on. Taylor Swift was playing, per usual, and you let the music hit your soul.

“Who could ever leave me darling? Who could stay?” You harmonized with the music until Sarah pulled up in front of the auto body shop where JJ worked. “What are we doing here?” You asked, mildly panicking. You didn’t want to see JJ. You guys hadn’t spoken in days.

“His bike is broke and if I don’t pick him up he’ll go home and Luke is out of prison.” She told you and you groaned, annoyed that there was no way out. JJ would not be going home for any reason you decided but that did not mean you wanted to see him.

“Hey,” JJ said getting into the car. “I need food.”

“We can go to The Cut.” Sarah said, driving off. “We can get take out and watch movies tonight.”

“I can’t,” you said quickly, trying to think of an excuse.

“And why the fuck not?” Sarah demanded. She wanted you and JJ to get back together and there was no rhyme or reason why you couldn’t go and she knew that.

“Because, I have to…” you thought quickly. “Study for History.”

“We don’t have a history test until next week.” JJ deadpanned. Well, shit.

“You’re coming and that’s final.” You rolled your eyes, sinking into your seat and turning up Sarah’s music so you wouldn’t have to talk.

“I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the pray.” You sang quietly.

Once you guys got to The Cut, you ordered your food. As you were about to tell Kiara’s dad what you wanted, JJ spoke up. “She wants a bacon cheeseburger, no onion, extra mayo.” You and Sarah stared at him. “Fries for the side.” JJ gave you an award winning smile that made you a little dizzy.

As the food was being prepared, you were startled when the bell dinged, signaling somebody coming in. It was Rafe, Kelce, and Topper. You sucked in a breath and instinctively moved closer to JJ.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here, boys?” Rafe smiled wickedly and you gulped.

“What do you want?” Sarah snapped at her brother angrily.

“What do I want?” He asked stepping towards you. “I think we all know exactly what I want.” You shrank back.

“Fuck off Rafe, nobody wants you here.” Sarah told her brother.

You were no stranger to Rafe and his antics. He had been flirting with you ever since you and JJ started your separation. Tried desperately to get into your pants. Touched you every chance he got.

JJ clenched his fist. This wasn’t good. JJ had a temper and you knew he would get the shit beaten out of him if Rafe said something about you.

“Come on, princess. You’re not with you’re little progue anymore. Why don’t you come on over and I’ll show you a damn good time.”

You were frozen in place but managed to say, “No.”

Rafe sneered at you. JJ got ready to punch him but you grabbed his wrist.

“It’s not worth it JJ,” you told him. “Please, let’s just go.”

JJ stormed out of the restaurant and you followed him to Sarah’s car, she stayed to yell at her brother and get the food.

“Don’t,” he said before you could say anything. “Just don’t, Y/N. Okay? You’re going to say you’re not worth it and it’s not true, okay? You’re worth it and no matter what terms we’re on, I’m going to fight for you.”

You stared at him, mouth agape.

“So I may not have fought him this time but I can promise you, if he lays a finger on you, I’ll kill him.”

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Instead of a low key night, you guys decided to go to a keger. Which in retrospect, you should’ve known it would be bad.

You were in pretty deep, dancing with some girls from school when a body pressed harshly against yours. You turned around fast and saw you were face to face with Rafe. You tried to move away, but his grip on your arm was too tight. He dragged to you over to a empty area.

“Let me go,” you cried trying to tug your arm out of his reach. “Rafe! Let go!”

“No can do princess.” He said breathing heavily on your neck and you cringed, hating this more than anything you’d ever experienced. You shoved harshly at him but he wouldn’t budge. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.” He ran his free hand along your back side, and you cried out again. “And now,” he said gripping you tightly, “I’m going to have you.”

Before things could go further, Rafe was shoved out of your way. You gripped your arm to your chest. You breathed in and out, rapidly; you tried to catch your breath. “JJ!” You screamed at him. “JJ stop!”

John B, Sarah, Kiara, and Pope all ran over at the sound of your yells. Topper and Kelce came too. Pope and John B dragged JJ off Rafe and Topper and Kelce helped get Rafe on his feet.

“That little slut wanted it. You left her and now she’s open for grabs.” Rafe spewed running his thoughts together unintentionally. “She wanted it, alright?” You we’re crying, clutching on to Sarah.

“Let me at him!” JJ bellowed. “I’m going to kill him! I’m going to fucking kill him for touching my girl! John B, let me GO!”

Once the Kooks left JJ stumbled towards you.

He grabbed your hips gently and pulled him to you. You searched his eyes before wiggling out of his grip and running towards your house. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t handle any of this. All the people, all the emotions. You couldn’t. So you did what you did best, and ran. You were done fighting.

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You slid down the wall of your bedroom, tears escaping you. You wanted JJ but you knew he didn’t want you. He just didn’t want Rafe to want you. And Rafe, oh God, Rafe had… you looked at your wrist and held it to you.

You felt JJ slide down next to you. “I should’ve killed him.” JJ said bitterly, kicking the floor.

“I don’t want you in jail.” You whispered.

“I know we’re complicated right now Y/N, but I promise you that he won’t touch you again.” He vowed to you. You glanced at his hand, which the skin was broken open and bleeding. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he reached over and tucked hair behind your ear.

“I know,” you said softly, gripping his good hand and squeezing softly. “Now, let’s clean up your hand.”

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Once you guys had settled down, your thoughts started racing again. What was going to happen? You admitted that you loved each other, but did that mean he wanted to get back together? Yes, you were ready but that didn’t mean he was. It also didn’t mean he was ready to take on your baggage. He had his own life, own problems, he didn’t hear you adding in to his plate. Before you could spiral further, JJ started talking.

“I meant it when I said love you.” He whispered, rolling over on the bed so his face was hidden in your neck. “I’ll always love you. I always have.”

“I meant it when I said I love you.” You told him back. “You’re my favorite person JJ.”

“I took time, I found myself, and I’m still working on me but I’m better.” He said honestly. Hoping that this would be the last time he had to beg for you.

“I have too. I’m still in weekly therapy.” You whispered softly. “That might have to happen for a while.” You said guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Therapy is not something to be sorry about. Ever.”

“You don’t need my baggage on top of what you have JJ. I’m a mess. I always have been and I probably always will be.”

You closed your eyes, screwing them shut. You didn’t want to see JJ’s reaction. JJ kissed up your neck softly before pulling away and looking at you.

“I’m ready if you are.” He said looking deep into your eyes once you opened them. “But I’m also willing to fight for us. And I’m willing to wait as long as you need me to. I don’t care about your baggage. It’s the least of my problems. I always want to take care of you. And I always will.”

“I can’t do a break again.” You told him seriously. “It wasn’t right for us to break the way we did and I’m stilling hurting from that.” Your voice cracking. “I know you wanted what was best for us, but it wasn’t what was best for me. We work through our problems JJ. We always have and we always will.”

“We can work out our problems together.” He promised. “As long as you stay in therapy as long as you need. And you are honest with me when shit hits the fan.”

“And as long as you tell me when you’re dad is back and when you’re spiraling.”

“Deal.” He promised.

“Pinky promise?” You raised your eyebrows at him and held out your pinky.

“Pinky promise.” He said wrapping his pinky around yours.

[starrydaycare]

It's me again! So, do you mind making a Jax moodboard with headcanons, and cartoon-ish aesthetic, farms and "mischievous kid" vibes? Like, I dunno how to explain, but I think you can get it. He's a trauma regressor because of the farm.

Maybe his regressor-buddy is Zooble? Not a Caregiver, but someone that regresses with him? They would have toy aesthetic and cartoon-ish aesthetic, too! Zooble is most likely a voluntary regressor.

Thaaaaaank you, pup!

Yuh huh, I can do that!! Sorry for being late to this request •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

🐇🧮Regressor!Jax and Regressor buddy!Zooble!

🐇Jax is a trauma regressor due to the farm from back before he became trapped in the circus. He usually regresses somewhere between 2-7, but on a worse day he can regress as young as a month old. His regression buddy is Zooble, who regresses around 6-8 years old.

🧮Jax, when older (4-7), is a very mischevious kiddo. He likes running around during quiet time and replacing other's toothpaste with mayo. He's louder, and tends to use his outdoor voice at the wrong times. He'll need multiple reminders to use his indoor voice when appropriate. Though whether he'll listen or not is up to him...

🐇When younger (3-), though, he's practically a sweetheart. A complete personality change from his usual hyper, mischevious self. He'll still have a bit of his usual self, laughing at silly faces and others' fails. But he's pretty calm and sweet, making grabby hands and holding his stuffies close. He naps a lot when younger, cuddling into his blankets and pillows with his best bud, Zooble, next to him.

🧮Zooble isn't near as energetic or mischevious as Jax is, prefering to keep to themself and play with their toys. Though, once they started regressing with Jax, they found themself wanting to be near Jax and play with him instead of by themself.

🐇Jax looooves dressing up and playing pretend when regressed! He likes games like Cowboys and House, as well as Princesses and Fairies. He likes all pretend games! His favorites are Cowboys and Princesses, though. Zooble isn't the biggest fan of games that take more energy, but they like playing with Jax so they'll settle with Cowboys and stuff.

🧮Now, playing pretend doesn't have to use up a lot of energy, but Jax prefers it that way. He's a very hyper and energetic older kiddo, so expect running from dragons and shooting Gangle with finger guns. Repeatedly.

🐇Jax likes to roll around. That's it. That's all I have to say about that.

🧮Somedays, Jax'll have a harder time, remembering the farm and various past traumas. Zooble helps him by holding him close, letting him cry on their shoulder while patting his back. If he wants distraction, then they'll play his games with him and watch Scooby Doo and Wild Kratts.

🐇Surprisingly, Jax hates upsetting Zooble and playing pranks on them when regressed. He can and will start crying if he accidentally takes their arm off of them or something. He loves his best bud, and doesn't wanna make them sad or upset!

🧮Him and Zooble are attatched to eachothers hips when regressed. You cannot seperate them without buckets upon buckets of tears being shed. They play together, sharing toys and video games. They watch TV together, watching a movie both of them like (or dislike, what matters to them is that they're together) with snacks and blankets galore. They share eachothers food, trading oreos for gushers and so on. You get the point.

🐇Long story short, they're the bestest of friends! Jax is energetic, mischevious and loud when regressed older, and quieter, sweeter and silly when regressed younger. Zooble is calmer and likes to play a lot, with building blocks and pop-its galore.

🧮🐇🧁

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Four: Lover’s Auction

“Hey pretty girl” Millie’s soft morning voice awoke you from your slumber, prying your eyes open to see the beautiful woman peering down at you made your face light up. “What’s that cheeky smile for, aih?” she said tucking the duvet around your feet that had become uncovered in the night. “I like waking up to you” the smile was still plastered on your face as you sat up to take the cup of tea she’d made you out of her hands. Millie sat down on the edge of bed, draping an arm across your body, “big day today princess, how you feeling?” she asked laying her head down in your lap. You hadn’t been awake long enough to register your feelings about today and longed for a few more minutes of blissful ignorance before you had to acknowledge them. Today was the day you watch a live football game for the first time since mum passed 20 years ago. Football was your thing together and although you know that she’d love to see you go again, you felt guilty for going without her. It may not seem like a big deal but it was like a huge black cloud hanging over you. You’d recently started watching Millie’s Chelsea and England games on TV with your dad and the prospect of football as a whole certainly wasn’t as daunting as it once was but there was still an awful feeling in your stomach - the feeling of betrayal and guilt mixed into one huge cauldron about to boil over in your tummy.

Dad loved watching football with you again, for years he’d go to his friend’s house or the pub to watch Tottenham just so he wouldn’t upset you but now he gets to watch his beloved Spurs at home, without the fear of his baby girl having a complete meltdown. Every week he makes sure he’s home in time to watch Millie’s games with you, he’s filled you in on the new offside rule (one that’s changed many times since you last played), he always bought mountains of snacks home with him and even teases you about wearing the shirt of a rival team of his.

“The sun’s shining, it’s a lovely day” Millie pulled the curtains and interrupted your thoughts, she’d noticed you still hadn’t answered her question and went for the distraction technique instead. “Are you more of a pie or hot dog kinda person?” her question sparked the glint in your eyes to come back, “I’m more of a chips and hot chocolate kinda girl” you smiled, the rumble in your belly already tasting the overly salty chips you’ll get in the stadium. “Oooh, mayo or ketchup?” the blonde asked, busy getting herself ready for the day and determined to keep the conversation going so you didn’t slip back into overthinking. “Ketchup. Unless I’m drunk, then mayo” you laughed at her silly question, “I can work with that!” Millie replied as she tugged on her socks and trainers then told you that Rachel had already left to meet her team.

Throughout the morning Millie kept checking in, conscious not to push you into going if you weren’t 100% ready but also encouraging and reassuring you. She wanted you to do this just as much as you wanted to do it for yourself and her gentle and caring nature showed that. It was a lovely summers day so no coats were needed but you tied a hoodie around you in case it got chilly in the shade. Leaning over the sink to spit out the toothpaste and wipe your mouth Millie’s arms found their way around your waist, her chin nuzzled between your shoulder and neck as you looked at yourselves in the mirror. “We make a cute couple if I do say so myself” you laughed, turning your head to kiss her as she hummed in agreement. “How are you feeling gorgeous, you haven’t answered yet?” she said in an almost whisper, squeezing you a little tighter to make you feel safe. “Anxious, apprehensive, a teeny bit excited but that might be just because I get to spend the entire day with you” spinning around inside her arms to face her, interlocking your fingers behind her neck you stood together as one for a second. “I got you, okay?” she lingered a kiss on your forehead and waiting for your acknowledgement of her statement - Millie makes you feel safe, there’s no doubt about that and her pet names made you feel increasingly soppy. She didn’t want to rush you but it was time to leave, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom she lead you out to the car and drove to Bescott Stadium.

Walking towards the stadium there was a buzz in the air, an atmosphere that felt familiar as excitement started to build among fans. You watched families pass by with children in tow which made you smile, they had women’s names on the back of their shirts and everyone walked together with no fuss. Not like men’s games where they have to be separated, it made you feel happy to see how big women’s football had grown since you left it, they’re a big deal now! “Oh! Can I get a programme?” tugging on Millie’s arm to drag her towards the person selling them. Millie was wearing a cap with her hair tucked underneath to try and go as unrecognisable as possible – she could have easily snuck you in through the VIP entrance but wanted you to soak up the atmosphere from outside. “You can have whatever you want doll” she chuckled to herself, watching you become more and more excited with every step. Flicking through the programme Millie’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, peering over to look at the glossy pages too. “Shall I get you one of those?” chuckling as she pointed out the merch stall you were passing selling scarves with players faces on; she was joking but you were running with it! Your eyes lit up as you pulled her over to the stand and paid for two scarves with Rachel’s face on, “this is so funny!” holding up the face next to yours so Millie could take a photo of you in front of the stadium to send to your dad. You couldn’t believe what was happening, it all felt so huge! You never dreamed that the game you played as a child could lead to a professional career but here you were dating someone that proves you could of and should have!

As fans trickled through the turnstiles Millie took you through the main entrance and once safely inside took of her off her hat letting her blonde hair drop past her shoulders. You were lead to the bar where you had a few drinks to settle your nerves before making your way out onto the balcony to find your seats. The roar of the fans as the whistle blew took your breath away, you’d been prepped by Rachel the night before that it was big game and one that they should win but Villa’s form had been quite unpredictable lately. Millie pointed out her best friend on the pitch to you and talked you through the line up, giving you all the information you needed to enjoy the game, she gave a special nod to Jordan Nobbs who moved to Villa after 12 years at Arsenal last season and Kenza Dali who plays for France. Millie held your hand throughout and at half time you went to collect the chips and hot chocolates for you both, Millie insisted on paying but you beat her to it. It’s only fair seeing as she drove you halfway up the country! She doesn’t see it that way though and isn’t used to having someone pay for her, you said that if she continues to date you then it’s something she’ll have to get used to – it’s just chips after all! By the second half you got so into the game that you were shouting and clapping along with the crowd. Millie enjoyed watching you stand up and sit down every two minutes of the second half shouting support at the team, it was like watching a completely different person come alive! When Rachel scored twice in the space of five minutes you launched yourself into the air, noticing her point up to the sky then towards you and Millie in the stands. Your girl nudged into your shoulder, “that was for her dad.. and your mum” she smiled with glassy eyes at your confused face. “She said this morning that if she scores she’ll dedicate it to your mum, she always dedicates her goals to her dad” taking you in for a big bear hug. You didn’t know Rachel had lost a parent too and somehow felt more connected to her than before, it was cute that she dedicated a goal to your mum on your first game back and was very thoughtful of her. Villa won 5-0 which was a huge win for them being close to the bottom of the league apparently, the crowd went wild and you were in awe! You hadn’t seen a spectacle like that since your home team avoided relegation on the last game of the season way back when.

You had a great weekend in Birmingham and arriving home made you feel a little sad that it was over. Just like always dad was home to greet you as soon as you walked through the door, keen to hear all about your adventures and how the game went. He couldn’t wait to come with you when Chelsea play Tottenham in the future! “While you were gone I found this out the attic” he said handing you a large glitter covered cardboard box. “Is this..?” you asked getting a little choked up when he nodded. “The memory box mum made you, yeah. I thought you might like it now that you’ve got back into football?” Carefully lifting the dusty lid uncovered brightly coloured joy – your old kit, newsletters, signed England programmes, sticker books and posters, a shirt signed by your entire home team, your first pair of boots, game tickets, photos of you playing – there was so much inside you’d forgotten about! Tears fell from both of your eyes as you carefully admired every piece of memorabilia, each one bringing another memory to the forefront of your mind.

The next time you hung out with Millie you took the box with you, keen to show off your footballing past. You spoke about how mum took you to some of the England games when you were little and meeting the likes of Fara Williams, Alex Scott and Carly Telford, there was even photos of you with them after your last game with mum at a 2003 friendly. Millie smiled and admired the photos just as much as you did then scrolled through the contacts in her phone, pointing those same names out. Your mouth dropped at the blasé way she said it, these women you idolised growing up are actually in Millie’s phone, she knows them! “Who knows where you would have been if you didn’t stop (y/n/n)” a weak smile etched onto your face, you wondered if you would have been playing in the WSL against Millie if you carried on playing football, if mum was still alive… “she would be so proud of you, I bet she was right there with us this weekend” noticing sadness taking over, she didn’t mean for her comment to upset you and realised that what she said probably wasn’t the right thing to say in this moment. “It’s a good job you found me, aih?” squeezing you so tight you couldn’t help but laugh, “well it was my dad that found you actually!” Millie had this very unique quality to notice very quickly when your emotions change to negative and was very good at snapping you out of it which is something you admired about her. For so many years your anxiety had gone unnoticed by many yet here is a person that has only known you a few months and able to sense when you were overthinking. Millie carried on talking about your memories and asked if you planned on coming to her game at the weekend, looking at her holding your tiny pair of boots you couldn’t help but feel truly happy and finally felt ready enough to say yes! You couldn’t imagine the feeling you’d get watching your girl play live when watching Rachel gave you such a thrill. “Yeah, dad can’t wait!” you nudged into her side with a cheeky grin, “Rach and Sarah are gonna come down to sit with you too, I’ve already spoken to them” she assured. You thought that was lovely gesture, she’s pretty perfect like that.

Millie had arranged for you all to be in a box, her game was being played at the much bigger Stamford Bridge meaning there were a lot more people at this one. You arrived outside with your dad where they were giving out free flags at the entrance, you both grabbed one then bought a programme and a scarf with Millie’s face on. Dad took a photo of you just like you did at Villa’s game and sent it to her, the photo made you laugh so much your ribs hurt! You made your way to your seats and shortly after you arrived so did Rachel and Sarah. You were introduced to her girlfriend and dad was quick to introduce himself and handed out business cards before you told him off. “This isn’t a PR event” you hissed at him, slightly embarrassed that he couldn’t hold back from the opportunity.

Watching the game with dad felt nostalgic, he was smiling throughout watching you enjoy yourself again and couldn’t help imagine what your mum would have thought. His master plan had worked! Well.. he only thought he’d get you back into watching the game, he didn’t expect you to start dating a footballer! He could tell what a massive difference meeting Millie had made to your mood and outlook on life and hoped you’d make it official soon. He’s never liked any of your partners but this one he can certainly get on board with!

Part Five

[akwolfgrl]

The bet part 3

Nami sat outside, enjoying the afternoon sun waiting for lunch, Robin had asked for sandwiches yesterday, and Sanji usually served them to everyone. This would be a good test to see if he flirted with her or not. She flipped a page in her magazine as she heard footsteps approaching.

“Lunch time!” Sanji called out, and Nami put her magazine down.

“Ooo these look good,” Nami took the plate with the tooth picked with the orange top stuck through two sandwiches. “What did you make?” She could tell that one of them had whipped cream and peeled minka furit in-between two think slices of white fluffy bread. The other had chicken and some cabbage. She took off a bite, humming at the taset. Thire was something pickled, a spicy mayo, crispy chicken, and soft bread.

“Thank you Nami-sw…” She watched as Sanji bit his lip mid swan, he cleared his toaght. She'd give him that one since he stopped himself. “I made you chicken katsu sando, with a spicy mayo, chicken katsu, pickles and a coleslaw,” Nami looked at the rest of the sandos, Luffys, Robin's and Usopps were alredy taken.

“What did you make for the others,” Nami had to make sure she wasn't receiving special treatment. “Or at least who's left,” She didn't want to hear about everyone's.

“Chopper has a simple egg sando, and a super sweet fruit and chocolate sando. I used strawberries, kiwi, and bananas. For walking lawn, I made a raw tuna, with a spicy mayo, arugula and pickles, and strawberries that arnt ripened witch a matcha whipped cream. Nami I have a question about the bet,”

“No you can't back out and no you can't get in on the bet,” Nami took another bite on her sandwich, closing her eyes to savor the taste.

“Not that, what about flirting with a man?” Nami opened her eyes and stared in shock at Sanji's blushing face.

“Oh?” Nami smirked. “Sanji-kun do you like men?” Nami teased.

“Maybe…Only a little bit, women are far superior to men. However I may have discovered that all men aren't as awful as I originally thought,”

“Who was it? Who made you change your mind?” Nami asked.

“Luffy's brother Ace, oh Nami he was so handsome and charming, he even offered to help! The freakales dusting across his nose and cheeks, that dark hair, and his body. Anyway, I was hoping to flirt with the sentient moss we have growing on board,”

Nami laughed. This bet just became far more entertaining. She understood Sanji’s point. She liked women as well. Especially a certain blue haired princess they left behind. Nami had a long time bet going on about these idiots. Almost everyone could see the tension between them. It wasn't just the crew. She even roped in Nojiko and Vivi.

“Sanji, would you like to learn how to flirt with a man? If you want to really drive Zoro carzy your usal style won't work. He's used to it after all,” Nami offered him.

“Yes please!”

[happysparklingshadows]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 ('𝟿𝟼)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ Shauna is a Libra Sun and Aries Rising 

♡ Shauna’s favorite color is blue. When Shauna was in elementary school with Jackie, Jackie bought her a best friend necklace with a blue and pink heart. Jackie bought it for her to pick but really wanted the pink one, and Shauna always picked the blue one. Blue has always been her color ever since. 

♡ Shauna is a Dog person. Shauna gives off she is a Big Dog mom vibes. Shauna is distant with her emotions but very close with dogs. She just has a special connection to them. She always points out a dog in public (never approaching the owner just to say hi) and cries every time a dog dies in a movie. But at the same time, Shauna doesn't seem to be a person who would want an pet but she just likes the look of them.

Shauna's spirit animal is the Rabbit.

♡ Shauna is a stone-cold introvert. She doesn’t like meeting new people, she doesn’t like talking to people she is not prepared to speak to, and she doesn’t like trying new things. Shauna never complains about it or doesn’t do things if they are out of her comfort zone if you want. She would go to dances and dates in public, but she was shy. 

♡ Shauna’s favorite food is a little basic, but she doesn’t give a fuck. She fucking loves a good burger and some fries. She doesn’t care if an egg is on top, tomatoes, mayo, mustard, lattice, whatever. 

♡ Shauna's childhood could have been more stable, to be honest. Shauna’s mom and Dad divorced after her mom gave birth to her youngest brother, Ian. Shauna is the oldest Daughter of two younger brothers,  and her mom is constantly working at her job at the hospital to keep them all afloat. Shauna’s dad wasn’t perfect, and she always knew he wasn’t a good dad; he was an alcoholic and couldn't get his life together. When Shauna was 13, her dad remarried, started a new family, and stopped seeing them all. Shauna was always fed and had clothes on her back, but she has always been responsible for her brothers and the house when her mom was at work. All her life, she has played second mom, and she isn’t even mad at her mom because she can’t help that she needs to pay bills, but it is her dad’s fault for all of it.  That is why Shauna was so taken in by Jackie, and somewhat why she was envious of who Jackie was, because she had a perfect life, and she was perfect. Shauna never even had a chance to be perfect in her eyes. 

♡ Shauna’s sex drive is pretty high, wanting sex every other day. She wants to just hold you and touch your skin almost always. She is a soft Top! 

♡ Shauna’s biggest vice is Drinking at a party. Shauna is from a family that I feel has some addiction problems because she is usually quiet about Natalie’s drug use and defends her without being close to her at that party. I think Shauna has an issue with finishing every drink she is given. She has to see the bottom of the cup, but when she is not partying, or it’s in the settling to drink, Shauna never drinks. 

♡ ⚠️Unpopular opinion⚠️ Shauna really doesn’t like confrontation all that much. When Shauna fights someone, it feels like she is in a corner. Shauna isn’t always the friendliest, but she doesn’t like fighting people, especially with you. Shauna would be so sweet to you, and only you, like she will never put up a fight unless it is really needed. 

𝙳𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙰𝚄s/𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎s

♡ Royalty AU! Shauna would be your Gaurd for you because, of course, you would be the princess in the Royalty AU! Shauna is just someone that doesn’t seem like they would be the most crucial player in a royal court or even really fit in, so I see her as an outsider who is welcomed there like a guard or food taster. 

♡ Delinquent AU! Streetracer, Shauna has a lot of built-up rage inside her, and she is just an adrenaline junkie. The minute she got her license, she always started to speed, and it started by going a few miles over until it was her going 120 mph down the highway. She doesn’t care. She might even steal parts to make her own racecar like “Fast in the Furious.”

♡ Supernatural AU! Vampire. She likes the taste of blood in YJ Canon. She licks the blood on her fingers when she cuts the meat in the show.  

♡ Superhero AU! Black Widow because they are emotionally distant and checked out to live in their environment. Like Black Widow is stupid intelligent, hot, and strong, just like Shauna. 

♡ College AU! English Major with a Minor in Sex and Gender Studies. Shauna is very quiet and shy. She would be so scared to talk to the professor after class about an assignment. She doesn’t join clubs until the sophomore year of her college career, and she doesn’t go to parties much.

𝙿𝚛𝚎-𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ Shauna is the one in middle school to be the first to introduce that she likes you romantically, and you did the same. I feel like Shauna needs a little reassurance regarding romance because she doesn’t believe anyone would love her for her. 

♡ Shauna really likes to read and write a lot. She likes to have sleepovers with you to share the poems she found that made her think of you, she will read you the ones she wrote about you, and she likes to spend time together quietly. She likes to do the ADHD parallel quality time thing when you two do your own things. 

♡ Dates with Shauna consisted of going to parks and walking around with your hands holding. She likes to go outdoors and have fresh air while spending time with you alone. She likes the privacy of being together on a walk. No one else really listens to what you are saying. 

♡ Shauna is the more Avoidant partner. Shauna would avoid you when you start dating so she doesn’t disappoint you. When you confront her about that, she corrects her avoidant tendencies. Shauna needs her alone time, and she gives you your own alone time. She likes that you two are comfortable enough to give space, unlike her relationship with Jackie. 

𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

♡ You and Shauna are in a Trio friendship with Jackie. And instead of Jeff, Shauna and you have lied to her for months about your relationship. Like Jackie BBQ canon, it always happens, but it wouldn’t be because Shauna is pregnant because she is in a WLW relationship. 

♡ Shauna always gives you the first cut of meat because she loves you. She gives you a piece with extra fat and lets you have her more gristle pieces of meat if you like them. 

♡ Shauna is very pointed and gives an attitude about your sleeping bag being away from hers, like Jackie. I imagine that scene when Shauna goes to the attic with Taissa against Jackie’s wishes. I feel like they are like that to each other. Shauna wants you to sit next to her, to be by her when she is sleeping, and she doesn’t like the idea that you are away from the cabin without her with you.  Becomes very protective. 

♡ Shauna becomes slightly more relaxed about sex but is still the same high sex drive girl she was before the crash. She really loves you, and she just wants to spend time together. She is a lot more into kissing you, and she is more into making love than just straight-up fucking. 

[doiesfav]

ﾟ𐦍༘⋆Strawberry Sunday - Doyoung ||

Pairing: father! Doyoung x fem! Reader

Plot: You realized that your daughter would feel awkward with his own dad sometimes so you decided to do a picnic to help them improve their relationship.

Genre: fluff, parenthood, established relationship, slice of life, fiction

doesn’t contain anything tbh

wc -> 1,5k

A/n: I JUST FINISHED WRITING IT WHILE ISTJ WAS OUT AND OMG WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? THE WHOLE ALBUM IS SO GOOD (PRETZEL THO) Anyways thanks guys again for supporting me ♡

From PARENTHOOD SERIES

MASTERLIST

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You and Doyoung always wanted a child, it was both of your dreams as a couple and it became true. He has been working nonstop to provide a comfortable lifestyle for the family, and when you became pregnant it was as if all his hard work were paid off. But even though you guys achieved it, he hadn't had that much time to spend time together with her 2-year-old daughter, Aeyoung.

Sunday, a day were a family can relax and have fun together. Your 6 year old daughter doesn’t spend a lot of time with her dad like they used to, instead it has became kinda awkward when those two were alone so you decided to resolve that. First thing you did when you woke up was kiss doyoung on his cheek, you were used to it since dating so why not.

He was still asleep and you went to check on your daughter, “honey, wake up the sun already rose” You could see her trying to wake up because she was the well mannered and responsible type of kid. You petted her messy dark hair that reminded you of doyoung’s one, in fact, she resembles Doyoung a lot, her personality, her eyes and her hair. Although the face would be a mix of you two.

“Mommy, can I help you do breakfast today?” You nodded but before she could move you said “What about helping me prepare things for a picnic?” Her face lighted up you could see her excitement in her eyes. “Really??” she says out of excitement. As you two were going to the kitchen doyoung woke up. ''Good morning princess'' He went and hugged your daughter, but she just accepted the hug and suddenly became shy, ''Honey go to the kitchen first okay?'' You said to let you talk alone with Doyoung for a moment.

''Baby, don't you think she feels shy around you'' You said with a sweet voice but low so she couldn't hear the conversation, ''yea I thought I was the only one who noticed, Why would she feel like that? I am a bad father?'' He said those words feeling heartbroken, just the thought that his own daughter doesn't feel comfortable around his father was sad. You knew Doyoung works a lot and doesn't spend that much time around but it ain't his fault either, ''Doyoung, let's go out together today, and if your relationship improves, you know we gotta keep going'' He agreed so you both started by going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast with Aeyoung.

''Mommy, is daddy going too?'' You nodded but already expected that question, ''Let's start by preparing sandwiches'' Your hand made a gesture for Doyoung to come where you were, ''But first wash your hands'' As soon as Doyoung understood what were you trying to do he carried Aeyong towards the sink and helped her wash her hands, and before Doyoung left her down he said ''What do you have to say to daddy?'' Aeyoung smiled ''Thank you Daddy'' she said while giggling. You were relieved for a bit knowing that Aeyoung still values Doyoung as her father.

''What do you want in your sandwich princess?'' Doyoung asked Aeyoung, ''Ummm, I don't know, can you choose it for me daddy?'' Doyoung asked if she was sure and she nodded with a warm smile that was a mix of us. ''We finally finished our sandwiches'', yours was a classic chicken lettuce and tomato, Doyoung's one was imitation crab meat, boiled egg with mayo, and your daughter's one was a strawberry with cream sandwich because she liked sweet things like any other kid her age so your husband guessed right. She liked it a lot and since Doyoung knows how to cook very well it was even more delicious.

But there were still a lot of strawberries left and you had to use it all before it gets spoiled, luckily you all liked strawberries so it was easier to enjoy all that. The easiest idea was probably a strawberry smoothie, it was only mixing it in a blender with a few other bunch ingredients, ''Do you like strawberry smoothies honey?'' Aeyoung said out of excitement yes, she loved those. ''Are you sure we can eat all those strawberries today?'' Doyoung asked out of curiosity while blending the smoothie, ''I'm not that sure actually, but I'll think of a plan anyway'' The food waste here in Korea is no joke so you didn't want any problem with it. Finally done with the food you all changed clothes and ate breakfast with some leftovers, you started putting the food in the picnic bag, ''Baby, do you want to carry the bag or hold hands with Aeyoung'' You laughed knowing it was a trick question, of course, he wouldn't want you to carry the heavy bag but the plan of improving the relationship with Aeyoung was still on the action.

You saw Doyoung's doubtful face, ''Is a joke, I'll carry the bag don't worry'' and gave him a peck on his lips after he laughed back and complained knowing is also a joke like he always used to do since the day you meet him. You went to check on your daughter, ''Honey, let's go'' But before you could leave she hold your big hand compared to hers. ''Why daddy wasn't with us other days but today he did'' She asked half angrily but confused at the same time. ''Honey, the reason daddy isn't with us all the time isn't our fault nor yours. But when he's with us we have to enjoy it a lot, okay?'' You gave her a kiss on her forehead. Based on her facial expression it was as if she understood, Aeyoung was always a smart and understanding kid even if she was only 6 years old. ''Okay mommy, I'll try to give dad a fun time today'' She said and ran to Doyoung who was in the kitchen.

Doyoung was surprised at this but still kneeled and hugged her back. ''What happened honey'' ''Nothing is just that I missed you'' And Doyoung looked at you smiling which he answered with a flying kiss which you found cringe but laughed anways and made you flustered. ''Ready to go?'' Doyoung asked all of us and we nodded. After walking for about 20 minutes we arrived, the weather was excellent and there weren't too many people, ''perfect'' You said with a relieved feeling.

You and your husband prepared the blanket for you all to sit down and when it was done Aeyoung started taking out all the food. Sandwiches, strawberries, smoothies, and a strawberry shortcake you made beforehand, ''woaah, so many pink things, I like it'' Aeyoung giggled. ''Aeyoung, let's eat later and first play something okay?'' She nodded. You took out the guess-who game, but since it was for two people, Doyoung and Aeyoung teamed up.

You guys played 4 rounds, 3 rounds were Aeyoung and his father and in the other one, she teamed up with you, though she won all the rounds no matter who she was teamed up with. After playing some other games it was finally time to eat, and Aeyoung was very excited to do so. It wasn't her first time going out for a picnic but every time you guys went she acted like it was her very first time, she never gets tired of it.

You ate first the sandwiches you made on our own, but close after everyone finished eating them, you guys were kinda full but still had a lot of leftovers. While your husband and daughter were playing you were thinking about what you should do with it, then your brain sparkled. You could give it away to people. You told Doyoung and he agreed ''But, you and Aeyoung not me'' You winked at him which he answered by kissing you and it suprised you.

''Aeyoung, Do you want to give these leftovers to people?'' Doyoung said to his daughter ''Whyyy?'' Doyoung pressed his lips not knowing what to say and looked at you asking for help but you looked away ''So, we have to be good people and since we are full is good to offer it to others'' Aeyoung kinda understood it and kept nodding her head adn agreed.

They both held hands and Doyoung carried the leftovers, he wasn't an introvert but neither he was the most extrovert so he became a little bit shy at first. They found a young couple ''Excuse me, we have some strawberries would you like some?'' Doyoung said shyly but then Aeyoung repeated with enthusiasm ''Yes, would you like some'' The couple reacted happily and accepted it, ''Is she your daughter, she's so cute'' Doyoung blushed more than Aeyoung should but it made him happy anyways.

They kept doing this until there weren't strawberries left. They have successfully done it and made a high five when they returned, you were sleeping so your daughter woke you up. ''Mommy we don't have more strawberries'' she cheered while trying to wake you. After you woke up Aeyoung told you everything and then decided to wrap it up and go home. ''Did you like this picnic Aeyoung?'' Doyoung asked, She said yes feeling very happy more than she usually is and she even asked him to lift him up. Doyoung of course did it. And then headed home. Your mission was completed.

Thanks for supporting and sorry if the end is a bit lazy (It was done while watching the ISTJ showcase LMAO) Anyways stream ISTJ and would appreciate reblogging or following thanks ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[walkingencyclopediaofweirdmayo]

[justaz]

percy repeatedly asking annabeth to marry him, even after they’re married

annabeth glaring down at her textbook in college, bags deeper and darker than the mariana trench, hair in a rats nest haphazardly pulled back in a bun that is gonna be infuriating to undo and she will resort to just cutting the tie:

percy, laying in bed next to the desk she’s working at, lovestruck, heart eyes, blushing, giggling, kicking his feet: marry me rn

annabeth covered in flour and sugar bc she set the mixer on too high a setting while making cookies with percy in their kitchen at three am bc they couldn’t sleep, bent over hysterically cackling, tears pooling in her eyes:

percy, covered in flour and sugar, lovestruck, heart eyes, laughing almost louder than her, blushing, mentally flipping through his ideas of rings to find the perfect one to propose to her with: holy shit…marry me

annabeth sat on the couch in percy’s shirt and her own blue shorts, coffee in hand, magazine in lap, flipping through for ideas for their wedding, serene, peaceful even:

percy, attempting to make breakfast but keeps getting distracted by his absolutely stunningly beautiful fiancé (fiancé), definitely burning the pancakes, egg in hand that was ready to be cracked into the pan but instead was squeezed too hard and egg yolk began running down his arm: holy shit you gotta marry me rn if u don’t i’m just gonna stop breathing until you say yes

annabeth sat at a table drinking a glass of champagne, makeup completely ruined from dancing so much she began to sweat and from crying tears of joy, hair still somehow done up in the beautiful style sally had done three hours ago, wedding dress sparkling under the lights, wide smile on her face and hand in percy’s:

percy, breathless, still not completely processing what just happened, heart beating so fast he’s not sure if it’s beating at all anymore, unable to tear his gaze away from his wife’s (WIFE’S) achingly gorgeous profile, rubbing his thumb across the back of her palm, rubbing his ring against hers to feel the clink of the bands: marry me, beth

annabeth sat up in bed reading a book under the light of the lamp of the nightstand, one hand running through percy’s hair, occasionally coming down to rub his neck, hair falling down her shoulders and back in beautiful princess curls, gaze distant as her mind is in a whole other world:

percy, laying down next to her, staring up at her as if she was his god (which technically she is, the way he worships the ground she walks on and would do anything for her, sacrifice anything to ensure her happiness and safety), arms wrapped around her hips, finger drawing invisible images into her thigh, whispers so soft that he can barely hear it yet somehow she does: marry me

annabeth rambling on and on about her new hyperfixation and infodumping on percy over lunch which happened to be a picnic in the park, ring reflecting the sunlight multiple times into percy’s eyes during her rant, hair flying in all directions somehow regardless of the light breeze, a bit of mayo on her chin from her sandwich:

percy, unable to look away or even blink despite being blinded multiple times by her ring, pretty sure a couple of squirrels ran off with his sandwich like ten minutes ago, not retaining anything she’s saying but burning the resonance of her voice and the sparkle in her eyes into his memory: i have a ring, i’m proposing, marry me right fucking now holy shit

[deathnot-e]

kuroh i read your rb about fankids and as someone who has fankids 😁🫶 i want to know more!!! (you dont have to if you dont wanna!)

you said you have picrews of them ... can we see .. peekpeek👀👀

ouuuuh curious to see abby and jimmy's too. I'll have to catch up on the lore [tm] 👀👀👀

and okay okay it's not official but I was toying around with a picrew once and.

byakuya and kuroh fankids, maybe? 👀💖 the first version [on the left] is a lot more anime-esque, with the siblings taking after both of their their parents. the second version is a lot more realistic, the chances of kuroh's genes not overwriting byakuya's blonde hair being super slim haha. couldn't help myself with the girl's eyes though.

they don't have names but I can see her taking after byakuya and being a no bullshit, smartass princess of sorts. her brother is a lot more timid, maybe on the spectrum? and I can picture him going nonverbal at times. idk who's older. maybe the girl? dunno.

so yeah, they kind of sort of exist but in limbo. not official but I am tempted [tm] because they're cute and it would work well for the au. byakuya's parents pressuring them to have heirs despite kuroh being trans and repulsed by the idea of pregnancy, etc. he'd do it for him though, hence the kids. but only once, so they're most likely twins. c:

ough that was lenghty haha. thanks for asking mayo! 🥰🥰🥰

[bunny-lou]

Hi! I was looking for someone who could write a story where Carlos has Tourettes? I don’t really mind what happens tbh, but I’d prefer it if it was Jaylos :) if u can’t that’s okay, could u recommend anyone else? :)

Hello @jatpanddescendantsfanartdump, I am so sorry it has taken me this long (over 2.5 years) to fulfil this request, I hope it is worth the wait!

As someone who does not have tourette syndrome, I did some research before writing. I used the Mayo Clinic, the CDC and some interviews with Billie Eilish speaking about her experience with this disorder. If anything about this is inaccurate, please reach out to me!

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Auradon probably has a name for whatever Carlos does. They have names for lots of things, Evie has read about some of them in the medical books her mother keeps (which aren't used for medicine of course, but for the description of drugs for the skin, what could work for crow's feet and smile lines and age spots), things like Down Syndrome or Anxiety (which Evie thinks she may have, but a prince wouldn't want that, so no she doesn't).

But those don't describe Carlos. It's not anything that keeps him from being a clever little mad scientist or keep him from running faster than Junior and Third can keep up with. But it's something Carlos does that gets him into trouble sometimes.

Not in Weird Science though.

"-and that's how carbon is recycled from the atmosphere to the biosphere!" Yen Sid announces as he puts down his chalk. "Any questions?"

"That's how carbon is recycled from the atmosphere to the biosphere." Carlos mutters in his seat. It's soft enough that no one outside of their little table hears it.

Evie had thought it strange at first, but now it's less strange and more...Carlos. It's just something he does. He even does it to her sometimes and even at the beginning, Evie hadn't thought he was mocking her. She thought he was repeating her words to remember them, but it's not to remember. Carlos hasn't taken a single note this entire class, he probably has the whole textbook memorized, so it's not to retain the information. It's just...Carlos.

Yen Sid seems to understand it in the way Evie does, maybe even more. He never has gotten angry at Carlos for repeating him or interrupting class like the other teachers. Usually, Yen Sid doesn't react to it at all unless it's with a small smile at Carlos, sometimes a head tilt.

Auradon must have a word for what Carlos does and Yen Sid must be aware of it, Evie is certain of it.

Class is dismissed and students scatter like bugs, jumping from their seats to be the first out the door. Evie and Carlos wait for most of the class to clear out before rising from their seats.

"What's for lunch today?" Evie asks as she gathers her books. Of course, she doesn't plan on eating much of anything beside the wilted celery in her bag.

"Rancid spaghetti," Carlos tells her.

The repetition isn't all the time, either. It's often random and sporadic, unless Carlos is on edge, like when the bullies are more aggressive or Cruella is in a mood. It's worsened by anxiety.

(Which princesses absolutely do not have.)

(But Carlos might, but also maybe not. It fits somedays, but not on others, not in this specific question.)

They take their seats in the cafeteria, right next to Mal and Jay. It's still a new thing, the four of them being not friends, but something of a gang. Evie is tentative around them, still trying to learn what her place is and where the lines are, but Carlos seems to fit a little better, but he's known them longer.

"Look at the haul!" Jay counts his stolen trinkets on their table, in plain sight of the original owners. He has watches and earrings and wallets spread out.

"Look at the haul," Carlos says quietly, but a smile plays on his lips.

Mal twirls her spaghetti before eating it, speaking despite the food in her mouth. "Where's your food?"

Evie pointedly eyes her celery and Mal frowns. It's a thing of tension between them, but neither of them is familiar enough with their little gang to say something directly.

Evie is both dreading and eagerly awaiting the day Mal asks.

Carlos has no food in front of him, so Mal carelessly slides her tray and fork in front of him. He blinks at it, then at her.

"Eat, runt."

He grins before picking up the fork and taking a bite.

"Dad is gonna be stoked!" Jay picks up a scratched diamond from his pile. "The shelves have been a little empty lately. This ring will sell for so much."

"This ring will sell for so much." Carlos says. "And Maddie is going to hunt you down to get it back."

"It is very pretty," Evie eyes it fondly. She'll have jewelry like that some day, shiny and expensive and for everyone to see.

"Yeah?" Jay spins it between his fingers. "You want it, princess?"

Before Evie can answer, Jay is slipping the ring onto her middle finger. It's a little big for her bony hands, but Evie still gasps in delight anyway. "Oh, thank you, Jay!"

"Thank you, Jay." Carlos says next to her, much quieter than before.

"Are you sure though?" Evie looks at the jewel. "What about the shop?"

Jay shrugs. "I've got plenty for dad to sort through and the day's only half way over."

"The day is only-," Carlos snaps his mouth shut midway through and they all turn to him. His mouth opens and closes for several moments, hands spasming on the table, before his quirk wins, "-half way over."

It's rare for Carlos to be bothered by his unusual behavior, he makes no effort to hide it from Evie or their classmates, but something about Jay, and maybe even Mal, has him trying to control something that he can't.

But Jay, ever the smooth talker, breezes right past it. "How was Weird Science? Were you upstaging all those idiots with your genius?"

Carlos blinks and looks away. "Yes. I mean fine. I mean fine and then yes. We learnt about carbon transfers." He takes another bite quickly before passing the tray back to Mal.

"Ah, so you can tutor me when I fail again?"

"You won't fail. I'll help you study this term."

"Ugh, that sounds so boring," Jay groans, loud and dramatic and completely pathetic. "I mean, the tutoring part. Hanging out with you is never boring." He grins and winks at Carlos.

"Hanging out with you is never boring." Carlos says back and this one doesn't seem like he's just repeating Jay's words back.

Mal nudges Evie's foot under the table. "How long until they need a room to themselves?"

Evie doesn't quite understand what that means, but Mal's voice isn't malicious, so she just giggles before taking a bite of her celery.

"I'll let you have some of my spaghetti if I can have some of your celery?" Mal offers, but her tone has a little more bite to it, a tone that Evie isn't supposed to refuse.

Still, she hesitates. The spaghetti, even old and slightly bitter, smells so much better than her sad celery, a dull shade of green. Surely, a little bite won't hurt.

They swap foods, Mal immediately munching on the veggies as Evie twirls the smallest bit of noodles onto her fork. She takes her first bite, warm and heavy, and tunes back into Carlos at her side.

"-so then plants take that carbon and use it during photosynthesis-"

"That's how plants make food, right?"

"-that's how plants make food, right. But then that carbon gets transferred to the animals that eat that plant, then carbon is transferred to whatever eats that animal, so it goes on forever, getting recycled again and again."

Evie will one day learn that special, hidden word that Auradon would have for Carlos. Maybe she'll share it with him, maybe she won't. Whatever it is, having a name for it wouldn't change Carlos.

She takes another bite of spaghetti as Carlos continues explaining science, occasionally repeating himself, and she smiles.

[rhodesrider]

Hair Issues... ~Part two~

Bloodline x chubby! black fem reader

SFW 18+, Nicknames, Affirmation, slight fluff, (Near the end some stuff about sex but nothing happens)

Word Count: 1.7k

"What do you mean you can't find it?!" Jey grits his teeth stressed enough; he did not need y/n on him and jimmy about oil that Roman decided to take on his own accord and use behind her back. Roman has went to almost three stores and driving around was making him even more upset. "Exactly what I said man, I have the picture, but all of the hair stores are sold out." He groaned in a parking spot at the next beauty supply store in town. "Ro, I just don't feel like hearing her mouth." Jey whined, he soon looked over seeing y/n yawn some getting sleepy from the 2nd movie they put on for her. "We can prob put her down for a nap and give you more time." Jey groaned a bit trying to think. "Don't do that because you know she's going to argue, ask for me, see I'm not there and then I'm in trouble." Roman went through the door of the beauty store looking for the moisturizing aisles of the store. "We can always just buy it online at this point." Jey said still looking out hoping y/n doesn't hear him. Roman looked on each shelf finding the label for the oil, but nothing was in stock. He sighed annoyed and stopped a worker. "Oh, yea that oil is very popular. you'll find it online more than in stores." She pulled out her phone showing amazon, putting the product name in the search bar. Just an 8z was almost 16 dollars. He was going to have to face defeat. "It won't come on time either…" He thought. He shouldn't have used her oil. He ran out of his and he really needed something. A dry scalp makes him upset same as her. He thanked the women and started to head out. Instead, he got a few things and started back to the house.

Back at the house your scalp started bothering you more, and you got out of that sleepy like state heading over to the sink to start your wash. "Baby you need some help?" Jimmy asked already to help, Jey is more a person that watches. Hell, you do his hair. He loves how you massage his scalp with the shampoo and leave in. Puts him straight to sleep in your lap. You smile and nod taking off your bonnet and sighing from the weird quick dryness. You forget to oil your hair once and now the consequences. Jimmy started the warm water getting your box full of your hair products'

"Hmm…my pre shampoo is almost gone. Didn't know I was using so much. I need to slow down." Jimmy gulped guilty and Jey just looked at him. "Am I the only man not touching her shit Bruh?" He mumbled. But he didn't do it low enough. "I'm sorry, you want to repeat that?" Jey turned around slow seeing a confused, starting to get upset girlfriend. "Ya'll are using my stuff?!" Jimmy shook his head on how his brother is such a loudmouth. "Princess, you heard me wrong-" "Oh so I'm crazy now, I'm hearing things Jey?" Her tone was getting sharp. "No Babygirl you aren't-" Jimmy tried to intervene but soon, her mean, icy look whipped to him. "What have y'all been using?! My products are for me! I don't mind sharing but going in my things without permission?!" She got closer to jimmy. "What have you been using?" She asked again. "Well, I thought you wouldn't mind but I may have used your pre-shampoo, and your hair mayo you got the other day and um…" He stopped seeing roman pull up from the window. She noticed it as well and turned back to him. "He can't save yo ass." She hissed and she put all her hair products on the island table in the middle of the kitchen. She put her bonnet back on and put her shoes on going to get Roman from the driveway.

She walked out the house and glanced at the twins arguing in the window rolling their eyes. Roman got out the car, seeing her face and sighed seeing it was too late. Jey and or Jimmy slipped up. Again. "Pookie, what are you doing out the house?" He tried to use his charm as she got closer, she looked in the car's passenger seat seeing two bags and some flowers. "You used my stuff too huh?" She finally said and his smile dropped slow. "I'm not trying to make a big deal outta it, bad enough those two in there are gonna kill they foolish selves." Her southern accent started to show. She was mad because she isn't getting the answers she needs. "Babygirl let's go inside and talk about it please, we got to make sure they don't knock themselves out." Roman said pointing seeing Jimmy have Jey in a headlock.

They all sat in the living room, looking at one another and Y/N enjoyed her gifts. But it didn't save them. "So, who wants to go first-" "Roman used all Ya fuckin oil." Jey said quick. Roman took off his slide and was about to throw it at him but Y/N stopped him just in time. "So, this morning you knew you did it but still made me look like I was losing my mind?" She confronted. Roman felt really bad pulling out his phone and showing the bottles of oil he bought for himself and Y/N. She sighed, "Ok at least you're replacing it." Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't think she isn't about to be in yo ass." Roman mumbled at him. "Ok! I used stuff too and I'm sorry." He groaned. "Jey you never used my hair stuff?" She asked him calmly and he shook his head no. She didn't believe it. She went to him at the lazy boy he was sitting in and got close. "H-hey what are you-" She kissed him some and acted as if she was about to kiss his neck but found a smell. Champaine. "My body spray." She whispered in his ear and moved away leaving him blushing. "Ok ok you caught me." "You use her bath and body spray?" Roman chuckled some as jimmy asked the question.

"It smells really good." He mumbled. She laughed some at his cute self but sighed. "Yall are a mess. But y'all are gonna pay." She smirked.

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Roman massaged her scalp while washing your head and Jey massaged your feet groaning being on his ass too long. "It's not gonna take long JJ bear." She assured and she purred feeling romans strong hands in her hair. jimmy fed her another piece of sushi and just yawned. "Mamas when can I get up man?" Jey said wanting to stretch. "When you finish up my feet." She answered and roman bent down kissing her some so he can get away probably quicker. They all groaned after a day of pampering for y/n. She smiled putting on tv. The boys were tired but also very hungry. Roman walked up behind her and squeezed her shoulders slightly growling low. She looked up seeing his eyes fixed on you, on your eyes move. "I advise you to use those feet I did and get that 10 sec head start." Jey whispered in your ear. She soon heard jimmy count down and she ran for her life giggling.