Gweelczz - Jey Uso’s Wife

Facts

Me, not talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

Me, talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

I’m tryna be an actress and a singer but ion know plus I feel like my writing is mid… anyways if anybody is in love me speak the fuck up

Y’all this is adorable

Pretty & Smart

i’ll stop eventually (i’m lying)

warnings: none. unless too much fluff is bad for you. @imjusthere2readbruv wake up!!!! mo nation, come get y’all juice!!!!

tags: @oceean @pantherheart @taiiunknown @sweetalittleselfish-honey @pocketsizedpanther @mysticalmarss @sleepynggafr @blacksapphhicmaddonna

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No matter what, you and Mo were determined to raise Nala up better than both of you were. You promised her to teach her how to read, and how to count. She would know more than just her name.

“Again, baby. Count ya fingers.” Nala was five now, and remained just as curious from when she was a baby. She wanted to know the world around her, and from the day you got her, you promised that she would.

“One, two, free, four, five.” Nala counts her fingers, looking up at you with a bright smile, though one tooth in the top front is missing.

“Three, baby.”

“Free.” She repeats, pouting when she can’t say it right.

“It’s that lost tooth,” Mo speaks up, coming over to the two of you. “Nosey Bug, say throw.” Mo says as she lifts Nala, placing her on her lap.

“Frow.”

You try to stifle back your laughter. Nosey Bug was just too cute, from the faces she makes, to the way she talks. “You alright, Nosey Bug. You alright.”

“Ma’s gun got six.” Nala looks down at her hands and begins to count. “One, two, free, four, five, six.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Good job, baby. But… how you know what Ma’s gun got?” You smile faintly.

“Ma let me count it!” Nosey Bug’s smile never fades. If anything, it grows.

“…Oh she did, now?” You sit up in the chair, crossing your arms.

Mo’s eyes widen. “You were ‘posed to keep that hush, Nosey Bug.”

Nala shrugs. “Mama, can I get sugar cane?” She hops off of Mo’s lap to approach you. When you say yes and send her away with a kiss on the head, your attention turns right to Mo. “Mo.”

“Honey Bee, she wouldn’t stop askin’. That child is so smart and curious.”

“You let my baby hold a gun?!”

“No! It was empty, an’ I was holdin’ it. You think I’d let my baby girl hold a loaded gun?!”

“No-“ you stutter to find your words before sighing. “No, Mo Baby. I know you wouldn’t. But you needs ta keep-“

“I wanna shoot like Ma!” Nala shouts with sugar cane in hand.

“Nala Washington!” You shout back. “You gon lower your voice in this house, now!” You stand up, and walk over to Nala, lifting her up in your arms. “You not shootin’ no gun, Bug.” Your free hand wipes the corner of her mouth.

“But I wanna be like Ma.” Nala pouts, looking into your eyes. “Ma gun got six holes,” she manages to hold up six fingers with her treat in hand. “And issa black pistol. B, L, A, C, K.”

You nod you head with a soft sigh. “Yes, good job, baby.” You place a kiss on her temple. “You’s too young to be shootin, Nosey Bug. You just a baby.”

“I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl!”

“Yes, I know, but-“

“I’m a Washington!”

“Nala, baby”

“AND I CAN COUNT! ONE, TWO, FREE, FOUR, FIVE!”

“Nosey Bug!” You raised your voice above hers. “I know you can count. You very smart. But you don’t needs to yell. Why don’t you ever count higher than five, huh?”

Mo watched silently, her lips curling into the biggest smile you’ve seen in a while. She was enjoying this. Nala was the perfect balance between you and Mo. She had your snappy attitude and Mo’s determination.

“Cuz you never ask, Mama.” Nala says with a mouth full of sugar cane.

Mo was real close to bursting out into laughter. Nala was truly a character. “Maybe Mama will let ya shoot when y’older. Nosey Bug, say think.”

Oh, how you wanted to protest that.

“I fink mama losin’ her mind ‘cuz I can count faster ‘fan her.” Nala proclaims proudly, placing her forehead against yours. “ S’okay, Mama. I can teach you.”

Mo chuckles, finally approaching you and Nosey Bug. “You something else, Nala Washington.”

“I’m smart!”

“Oh yeah? How many letters is there?” Mo raises a brow, taking the sugar cane from her little girl playfully.

“Hmm…” Nala thinks for a moment. “Twenty… six!”

Mo’s eyebrows shoot up. “I ain’t know that.”

“Yes you did.” You snort, placing a kiss on Nala’s face, then Mo’s.

“I can teach you too! I know all of ‘em. An’ I know all my numbers, and my colors ‘cuz Mama taught me.”

“Ya Mama pretty smart, ain’t she?”

“Pretty an’ smart.” Nosey Bug nods in agreement with Mo Baby.

“How you spell Mama’s name, Nosey Bug?” Mo sits down, gesturing to you and Nala to sit down with her. You had asked Nala to spell a lot of things, but not once had you asked her to spell your name. Mo however, has. And the answer melts her heart every time.

“H, O, N, E, Y, B, E, E.” Nala spells, looking right into your eyes as she did. “Honey Bee. And Ma is M, O, B, A, B, Y. Mo Baby.” Your eyes scan Nala, then Mo. You were thankful for them everyday, but moments like this almost made life seem surreal. You were free. You were a wife. You were a mother. You were happy.

“Good job, Bug.” You smile.

I’m sorry, but I do find it morbidly hilarious how Jean Jacket reacted to Jupe VS OJ over those six months. Think about it.

(Spoilers for Nope below)

Jupe is doing everything to try and Disney princess-tame this carnivorous alien pancake the size of a cul-de-sac. Fresh horse dinners like clockwork, setting up a whole little arena just for the visits, along with who knows what kind of extraterrestrial horse girl fantasy prep work in the meantime. Every bell and whistle he could pull out to keep JJ coming back on a schedule, he likely did. And we can guess the latter was always at night, yet the Star Lasso Experience was in the sunny afternoon. Which means he probably assumed Jean Jacket was hanging out in his clouds all day, just waiting for the next feeding like a trained dog–see horse, will hover. The UFO is his neighbor! They’re buds!

Nope.

Jean Jacket booked it back to OJ’s ranch every time, day and night. The same ranch where OJ was doing absolutely fuckall to interact with JJ. Instead he just went about his usual outdoor business with his horses (that were in plain view and never bothered until the snafu with the statue), perfectly oblivious to the giant man-eating Frisbee chilling out with him the whole time. For six months. No routine feeding, no song-and-dance interaction, no ‘But I know him! He trusts me and I trust him! I believe in our bond~!’ Just:

Jean Jacket, looming in a cloud: …

OJ, head down, working and ignoring JJ outright: …

Jean Jacket: …I appreciate what we have

Miss Baby

Mo Washington X Black!FreedWoman!Reader

Contains: Use of the word "Negro", Flirtatious!Mo, Sassy!Reader, Shy!Reader, Sarcastic!Mo

A/N: I think I'm back, Honey Bees but I am moving a bit slower right now so just bear with me a lil bit. I hope you all enjoy, thanks so much for reading! Btw "nineteen-hundred hours" is 7:00pm. - Ro <3 Here We Goooooooo

“S'cuse me, baby.” You hear a voice come from behind you and you turn to see Mo standing there. She scanned your body from bottom to top until she reached your face. “Can I help you?” You say, your tone is a bit harsh as you stand on your porch. Not many people come to your home, they can’t believe that a negro woman could build a house of her own in town. You didn’t take too well to visitors, especially ones you didn’t know. “I’m Mo…I have the house down that way. Own some land ova there. I jus’ wanna introduce m’self is all.” She explains, extending her hand in the direction of her land. You couldn’t really see her face but all you could wonder is why did this bean-pole of a man come to your porch calling you “baby?” “Hello…Mo. If that’s all, I’m gon continue to water these here plants now.” You say, lifting your watering can. 

She chuckled, taking her hat off and revealing her beautiful features. As soon as you laid eyes on her face, your watering can fell from your hand and you scramble to pick it up as fast as you can. The butterflies in your stomach grew as Mo approached you closer to help you pick it up. “Careful there, baby.” She mumbles, handing it to you. “Miss…Miss will do just fine.” You say, you try your best to ignore your flushed cheeks and your heart beating so quickly. You hide your attraction to this woman with your irritated tone, but it doesn’t steer her in the slightest bit. “Well, if you ever wan’ come and visit, my house is just down the way on da left. I can make us some dinner if that’s what ya like.” She says, a smile tugs at the side of her mouth as her eyes scan you once more. 

“Ain’t a lot of negros ‘round here. We do best wit’ what we got.” You stand there, listening to her and you are bold enough to ask about the obvious. “Why you wearin’ them men’s clothes?” You ask, suspicion jumps across your brow as your eyes squint. “Why don’t I tell ya all ‘bout it over dinner tonight, baby?” She says with a sly smile. “MISS!” you shout back, hands on your hips, leaning forward, your neck carries your attitude with it as you roll it. “Okay okay, Why don’t you come down the road fo’ dinner then, Miss Baby?” You couldn’t help but to blush at her smart ass. You didn’t even try to hide it and it earned a chuckle from Mo. You give her a grin and nod slightly, your facade has been defeated just as quick as Mo noticed you months ago, working so hard to make this lovely home for yourself. She wanted to approach you then, but she let her ego get the best of her. What if she think I’m a freak? What she gon say to me? Hell, what I’m gon’ say to her? She felt that the thought of her approaching you was impossible until she was passing by and saw you outside watering your flowers. She just couldn’t let herself pass you by. 

“Alrighty then. I’ll see you at nineteen-hundred hours. You like fried chicken? Sweet potatuhs, greens and cornbread?” Your eyes widened at Mo’s menu, you didn’t think that she could cook like that, but then again…you just met her and you thought she was a man about ten minutes ago. “I’ll bring some lemonade ova there and some pound cake I made, couple hours ago.” You mumble, a bashful demeanor takes you over as you smooth your dress downward with your hands. “Soun’ real sweet, Miss Baby. See ya soon!” She says, pulling her brown blazer forward, adjusting it on her shoulders to fit more comfortably. She places her hat back on her head, tipping it with a smile and heading down the road. When she’s out of your line of sight, you run into the house, pulling out your pound cake recipe along with the ingredients. You had about three hours to make the perfect pound cake to impress your new lady-friend. You get started, daydreaming while your cake is in the oven after what seemed like hours of mixing, measuring, and pouring. You thought about her words, “Soun’ real sweet, Miss Baby.” You couldn’t help but to feel that you were as wild as a June bug on a string to be sweet on this woman. You pull the cake out of the oven and let it cool off for a bit. You began mixing your sugar into your lemonade, giggling about the possibilities on how this dinner would go. “Lemme go get my good dress.” You say, heading to your room. You pull it out of your closet and examine it with a smile. “Ah yes, this’ll do jus’ fine.”