Saw you wanted some blurb requests! Jack Abbot x younger reader who is besties with the pittlings! He comes home one night to find them drunk and giving her hair a makeover. Cutting it short cause reader got frustrated with it and dying it and making an absolute mess! Ty ty!!
YES! I’m so excited, thank you! I love this idea, it’s so fucking cute 😭
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“Honey, I’m back!” Jack’s voice echoes throughout the house, which is unsettlingly quiet with four women in their early 20s under its roof. You’re hosting a wine and charcuterie board night (or ‘charcoochie’ board as Trinity so lovingly calls it) with Mel, Victoria, and Trinity. Jack had gone out about half an hour ago to get some ice cream sundae makings. When he left, you’d all been perfectly entertained - binge watching all the Hunger Games movies. “Ladies! Ice cream sundae makings secured, ‘m putting the ice cream in the freezer til you kids decide you want it. Jus’ so it doesn’t melt-“ he stops rambling, realizing he’s talking to himself.
He walks down the hall, and his eyes catch on the warm glow of the vanity lights coming from the library/‘getting ready’ room Jack had done up for you when you moved in. He can hear whispering, and giggling, and a pop star - who he now knows to be Sabrina Carpenter - playing. Although the door’s cracked, he’s still a gentleman and knocks twice before just entering. The voices stop. He takes a chance and opens the door, eyes wide in surprise at the sight in front of him. You’re sitting on your vanity seat with Trinity and Victoria behind you, guilty looks plastered on all three of your faces. Mel has yet to realize he’s even there, still singing her heart out to “Go Go Juice,” while wearing a face mask with cooling patches over her eyes.
“Oh, uh hi honey! You’re back so soon,” you say. You’ve apparently had some kind of intrusive thought and chose to act on it. You’ve cut your hair short (in this blurb I’m imagining like Zendaya recently during the Spider-Man/Odyssey press tour.) And based on the looks of things, Trinity is currently in the middle of dying it a dark cherry red. Half your hair is currently coated in hair dye, Trinity caught literally red fucking handed with the gloves on and brush in her hand. There’s dye on the drawers, there’s empty dye bottles in the trash. At some point you clearly moved the party into this room because there’s an empty wine bottle sitting next to Mel. “Look baby! Trin is doing my hair, she’s a fucking natural. I told her she could open a salon!” you exclaim giddily. “She’s going to make me like Dua Lipa back when she did the cherry cola look,” you giggle.
“Sweetheart, you know I love you. And you’re sex on legs to me no matter what,” he smirks. Trinity makes a gagging noise and scrunches her nose up as he says this. “But does a bottle of wine and hair dye really mix, you think?”
“Actually, we didn’t have just one bottle,” Victoria starts, challengingly.
“Yeah!” Mel chimes in, clearly lost by just now entering the conversation but wanting to be part of it anyways.
“We had two bottles. What now, old man?” She throws her hands up and does some kind of half mic drop, half ‘blowing it up’ after knuckles type hand gesture 😭 Jack, just like the rest of you, is both entertained and appalled.
“I think you should maybe be cut off,” Mel attempts to whisper to her, not at all quietly. The next morning you wake up thinking you’re bleeding out when you see the red on your hands. Until Jack shows you the mirror and the mostly red bob you now have. It looks like Trinity overestimated her buzz too because she straight up missed sections of your hair.
“Jesus, I’m the fucking hot mess express,” you whine to Jack as you further examine your new do in the mirror. He walks up behind you, pressing sweet kisses to your shoulder.
“Well, you’re definitely right about the hot part, baby,” he mumbles, dipping his head into the crook of your neck while nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
“Jack, please. I look like ‘Chucky,’” you pout.
“Aw, honey come on. Don’t be like that, you don’t look like ‘Chucky!’ Now I will say you’d look pretty cute in the overalls,” he chuckles.
“Jack! You ass!” you laugh while swatting at him as he runs from you down the hallway. When you finally tackle him onto the bed, you’re both out of breath and clutching at your sides with laughter. Safe to say Jack paid for you to at least get the spots done Trinity missed when doing it drunkenly before, and a more shapely trim. And once it’s fully colored and styled, Jack loves it. He thinks the cut frames your face well, and that the color compliments your features. His attraction to your new hair doesn’t stop him from calling you ‘Chucky Doll,’ the following summer when you buy a pair of overall cutoffs to garden in though 😭
